Post by spitfire on Mar 2, 2010 11:02:15 GMT -5
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor
*The sound of the small band of marching troops could no doubt be heard throughout the forest. The clink of mail on plate, the sound of leather boots trampling the hard earth path and destroy what little life was still in it. The men were walking in a steady line, ten of them in all. Wordless, silent but for the sounds of their passage. All wore armour of dark forged plate, blackened metal over leather and cloth, formed around their bodies with a skill few smiths posessed, their faces masked in unnatural metal helms, space only for their eyes, the rest shaped to call forth the image of a skull, sides beaten rough to mimic bones, tapering off into the facade of fangs, allowing space for the Warriors to breathe, still covering the entirity of the face, providing complete anonemity and a somewhat terrifying visage in one fell swoop. They push on at a staggering page, just on the border of a run as the darkness sets in through the trees, wasting no time on breaks or food, they were behind as it was. It's as they pass a crossroad that the last of the men stops* It is here....Right here.
*The soldier directly in front of him halts, turning to face his comrade* "Come! We'll lose the others." *A pair of startlingly blue eyes that near glow in the half dark of the coming night fall apon the most recent speaker, a small shake of the head following his words* This is where she will find me. The full of the moon, these crossroads, the forest. It is all as prophecy states.
*His companion shakes his own head, his words quiet and tinged with urgency* "These woods are full of savages, cannibals who would hunt as soon as look at you" *The reply is curt and perhaps tinged with scorn* I fear no such beasts. "Perhaps, but the men do. Come, the countess-"
*Now the scorn is obvious and undeniable, the first of the figures near hissing out the words* Damn the countess. I served her mother. I do NOT serve her. *The second of the soldiers draws in a sharp breath, shaking his head* "She will have your head" She will try. *There's a long pause, before the second steps back a few paces, his words shot over his shoulder as he turns to jog to catch the rest of the men* "Fool!"
*The first of the soldiers leans against a tree, watching his young companion flee, his words quiet and tinged almost with sadness* Coward. She will find me, I need only wait.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
Days, and she was frantic. He wouldn't leave her, not this close to her time, not willingly. A 2 day hunting trip had turned into three and a half, telepathy, scrying, spellcasting, nothing she knew how to do have revealed Adrian's whereabouts, or even if he was still alive. Only the the wolves had come back to her.
Fear gripped her and she did the next to last thing she could think of. Track him. And so it was she found herself stumbling through the woods as darkness fell and the full moon rose above the treeline to bathe the landscape in its eery glow, one that was usually a comfort to her.
She had to pause often to catch her breath, her belly, fat and round, impeding her progress as she pushed herself on foot to where she knew he usually made camp with two wolves shadowing her, in the hopes of finding clues, anything that might help and if not..well..if not we just might have to accept the fact that he was taken sooner than she thought he would be. The very though made her stumble in the snow, heavy cloak fluttering around her. She remained on her knees, panting for a moment or two, both Ghost and Faolan nudging her with cold, wet muzzles, urging her to get back to her feet.
I ken..almost..there.., she struggled with her bulk, pulled the hood back over a mess of short curls and continued on, not sure she should pray to find Adrian...or not.
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He watches you stumble at the edge of the clearing, close enough he could draw his sword and charge. You were...just as he saw you in his mind. Right down to the clothes you wore. A soft shake of his head is given before he steps out from the treeline to block the snow laden path you were walking, left hand resting on his sword, the other hanging idly by his side. From what you could see, he was tall but somewhat thinner than you would expect a man so heavily armoured to be. His plate etched with runes and scars from years of use, the helm covering his face did nothing to hide the soft blue glow of his eyes and your own senses only confirmed what his unmasked presence showed, the man buzzed with magic, the air around him tasted of it. His voice is clear but layered with experiance and carries easily over the distance between you* You will not find who you seek here.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn:
She sensed a presence before she saw or heard him, coming to a halt and looking back down the path she'd come, the air misting in white puffs, weariness stealing over her. The lands were barren, one could walk for days without encountering a single soul and though she could shimmer back home should there be danger, Kendra didn't want to leave without accomplishing what she had set out to do.
He was there when she turned back, a hulking silhouette breaking from the shadows and onto the path, his magic giving her own quite the buzz, she could feel him and age old mysticism honed by decades of experience she'd yet to attain. Her skin prickled near painfully, her eyes closed and she sighed, a sound of exhaustion and resignation. What d'ye ken of it?
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Nothing more than what I say. You will search all night and see nothing of them young one. Spare yourself the heartbreak and return home, you will need your strength.
*He looks to the creatures you had in your company, his mind casting back to the words he'd been left with hours ago, savages and fiends. Consorting with wolves placed you firmly in the category of both, but he could not be wrong. Not about this. He stops a few paces from you, giving you a far better look at his armaments, a second blade rests high up his back, a third slung lower over his hip. His armour was blackened in the forge, helping him blend with the night, the cut of his helm designed to strike fear, but his stance suggests he means you little harm at first glance.* I will accompany you.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn:
The wolves, only barely grown and one jet black, the other white as newly fallen snow, had snapped to attention, baring fangs at the newcomer until Kendra snapped a command. tarraing siar
Both whined and circled the man, sniffing at him. Kendra looked past him, to the path beyond that led to a clearing, startling violet eyes returning to Lothryn, her head shaking. Why would I take yer word fer it? I must see..find out fer myself.
Her small body tensed as he approached, the beasties placing themselves between her and the unknown soldier, both pairs of golden eyes fixed on him. Why are ye on MacGregor land? There is nothing here tae interest anyone least you want trout.
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He keeps his eyes on you, ignoring the creatures as they circle him. He shakes his head slowly, knowing fine and well that you would look regardless* I am here for you. To find you, no other reason. *If he lies, you can't tell. But he steps aside and gestures you onward if you must* Search then. But you risk your health in these conditions. Yours and the one you carry.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn:
For me..., she repeated, wary eyes never leaving the older man. If he was a threat, she would know..wouldn't she? Kendra was so tired, so frazzled she could hardly tell up from down these past days. He was right about the babies though, her hand reflexively going to the cloak covered stomach, eyes darting down the path again, uncertainty flickering across her face.
I ha'e tae, she said finally, trudging on and giving him a wide berth, both wolves staying at her back as she waddled towards the clearing only to find it was, indeed empty. She fell to her knees, the snow padding her fall, a trembling hand pushing the hood from her cloak, dark eyes scanning the decent sized clearing. It had snowed quite heavily, any prints were gone..and so was his gear. She didn't know what to make of that. Her eyes closed and she tried reaching him again only to touch..nothingness.
Both hands in her lap, with the wind tugging at her, Kendra lifted her head to peer at the moon gathering whatever courage she had to do what needed to be done next. He is gone.. , she whispered, to no one in particular. She knew the day would come, only not so soon, not before the babies, not before Brianna's second birthday.
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He follows after you, keeping a respectful few paces behind you, the clink of his armour letting you know he was still there even if you magical storm didn't, it's a lot like it leaks from his every pore, though it feels little like the skills you posess. When you fall to your knees he takes the time to look around the clearing, eyes flicking from tree to tree. He was right, as he knew he would be. This self same image he'd seen a hundred times in his dreams. He moves toward you, footsteps crunching in the soft snow only to kneel before you on one knee, looking you in the eye should you look back down* He is. But there are other things you must fear *He offers you his hand, metal wrapped at the back and leather on the underside, there is no exposed skin* Come, you'll catch your death.
Kendra MacGregor
says to Lothryn:
The fact that Kendra barely questioned him or his presence, his words spoke of the frame of mind she was in. Her head turned and she looked to him, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, holding it a moment before looking down at the profered hand, and slipping her own mitten covered one into it to help hoist herself up, any burst of magic she might have felt dulled thanks to the wool, leather and metal.
As soon as she was on her two feet she turned and went back the way she came, the pups bounding around her. I need Drake, she said flatly, obviously not relishing the idea and tought about walking all the way back to the keep, thus delaying the inevitable. But she turned at the crossroads and looked back to the elder mage, a hand lifting to hold her hair away from her face, the brogue suddenly smoothing out
Who are you?
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He lifts you easily to your feet, the tingle of magic you felt holding no malice, a simple exchange unavoidable when two people of magical power touch. He steps back, letting you take the lead, he himself falling into step a pace behind. He did not know these woods as you did, it was wiser for him to be led than lead. He stops to look over you at your question, his mood ungageable behind the wall of his helm* My name is Lothryn. Your name is MacGregor, yes? *The complete omission of your given name may be telling, but he seems unpeturbed, not that you can tell.*
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn: one of them, aye she agreed, staring into the helm, a frown creasing her brow. Are ye intendin' tae follow me home like these pups then?
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Yes. *He doesn't try and hide it, nor make any excuses. He simply states it as fact* Do you have a horse? Or were you walking in the cold alone? *He'd try his hardest not to roll his eyes should the answer to that be yes*
Kendra MacGregor
Is half tempted to let him roll his eyes, but since I now have the idea of a horse, I shall take it! Ah, I see. Do I have a choice in tha matter?, she retraced her steps, the snow starting to fall again, and Kendra waved her hand as they rounded a bend.
I have tha wee beasties wi' me. I'm hardly ever alone. Not too far off Triskel, her little gray dappled mare whinnied, shaking her mane. There was only one easy way to mount a horse when you were nine months pregnant and one moment Kendra was walking in the snow, the next she was on Triskel's back, leaning heavily forward and reaching for the useless reins. The little mare had already turned and was on her way back home, Ghost and Faolan walking sedately at her side as she fell into silence and thought on how best to summon the devil. Blood sacrifice? Ritualistic spell? Hmmm..Satan..God..God..Satan. Ermm....
Are you there Drake? It's me, Kendra (which makes this player laugh as 'Are you there God, its me Margaret" is a very well known book)
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He doesn't blink as you vanish, apparently he'd seen odder things. He keeps pace with the horse easily enough, marching with an ease that only years of practice can give you.* A wolf cannot stop an arrow for you MacGregor. *It's a simple comment, but he follows it with no more sage advice. Simply turning his odd eyes on you, the only obvious feature he has in the darkness* Drake?
Marshal William Foucher
*Marshal Foucher strode through the forest as if he had done so many times before, a product of his overconfidence. Indeed, it would seem that if he walked into a tree he might frown at it, not understanding why it didn’t remove itself from his path. In his mind, he was going over what he knew of the witch that lived on these lands, which was surprisingly little. Just then a voice broke out to his right.*
“Marshal, shouldn’t we wait for the Seneschal’s consent bef-“ *The man’s voice was cut off as Foucher shot him a murderous look, saying* I plan on being out of here by morning, I don’t have days to wait for his seal. Besides, it’s one witch, don’t think you can handle it? (Notice it, not her).
*At this, the other man with them chuckled but said nothing. It was getting dark, but a torch could give them away easily and was hard to put out. Foucher held out his palm and muttered a few words causing a ball of light to appear, a few more words under his breath and the light dimmed some, still lighting their way. The young man who had spoken before did so again.* “Y-y-you use m-magic?” *He stuttered out the question like he couldn’t believe it. Foucher looked at the new kid with some amusement before speaking.* we are permitted to use magic because we do so in God’s name. Satan’s creatures are the ones who use it for their own gain, that is why they must be killed, before they can harm innocents or taint them with the devil’s influence. Now, enough talk. Onward, soldiers of God.
*The other two men bowed their heads, whispering* “For his glory do we spill blood”
Drake
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to ALL:
-Drake was seated in the kitchen, his chair tipped back, feet planted up on the table. He had forgone his usual red attire for A starkly all white suit. (He had a luncheon up above) His fingers were laced against his stomach. face split in his trademark smile. gliteering red eyes watching the door to the kitchen. Three bowls of fresh strawberry icecream sat on the table-
Lothryn
is one of the trails winding through and around Dalmally isle and village
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I see. *He asks no further questions, simply consigning it to memory and ignoring it for now. It was low browed and pagan to talk to the darkness as if it would yeild answers. He marches on in silence, saying nothing more as you seem to become less forthcoming with information. His eyes sweep over the keep as it comes into sight. That he would get so close unchecked gave him a moments hesitation as to the validity of his prophecy. Surely with security so lax you were as little threat to what he feared as the simple, hampered woman you seemed. But he holds his tongue, not responding to your glance nor returning one of his own. You would ask eventually. He would not rush you to do so*
Kendra MacGregor
Triskel marched herself towards the stables, no stableboy, squire rushing out to help the mistress of the keep as she returned home. At the wide, stable door Kendra slid off the mare's back with some difficulty, rearranged her skirts and opened the door for the horse, letting the mare find her shelter for the night, fresh hay waiting for her, no saddle to remove.
She looked toward Lothryn, heading towards the darkened Keep. I can offer ye some tea, food if yer hungry.. Highlanders were nothing if not hospitable and Kendra certainly would not be the one to tarnish their reputation.
She stepped through the heavy wooden door and stopped, cocking her head and pinpointing everyone's whereabouts. Not that there were a lot of everyones. Brianna was snug in her crib, Moira already sleeping soundly nearby somewhere on the upper floors. She felt another presence as well and her face went blank, lips thinning.
With wearied movements, Kendra removed her cloak and placed it on a hook near the door, revealing a plain homespun treadbare green dress that had seen better days, stretched taunt across a belly that was way bigger than it had been with Bree. Fire was still dancing merrily in the hearth of the great hall but Kendra didn't linger, she bypassed it completely and headed for the kitchen where she stopped on the threshold and took a breath when she saw Drake, small fists curling at her sides, a surge of magic making the air in the room crackle.
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I would appreciate that. *He followed you, in no particular hurry to go anywhere, his own senses reaching out to the mighty halls and finding them considerably more sparse than he expected. The other presence however has him raise an eyebrow behind the helm and turn to follow you, one hand resting idly on his sword and his mind playing over various banishing spells. He knew what was in the kitchen was powerful, not human. But it was hard to imagine what truly waited. He stepped in to take an eye at the man, observing his more than curious dress and your adverse reaction to his presence*
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Kendra! -His feet hit the ground and he was on his feet, hands clasped behind his back, as he aproached you, standing infront of you and rocking from toe to heel, then heel to toe-It his just lovely to see you again. I was in the neighborhood and my ears started to burn so I thought I would drop by -he nearly bent double as he put his ear..close..but not quite touching your stomach- Coming along arn't they? I do hope you will do me the honor of naming one after me. Drake..please..not the...other..name. To0 morbid
-He stood up, and brushed passed you standing face to face with Lothryn, speaking as If he wasn't there- My My, your entourage gets gloomier looking every day..-He holds up a finger, then addreses Lothryn Directly-Whas that? I think I see something..behind your ear...-Drake reaches forward, and pulls out a single gold coin Ta Da!...nothing? not even a smile. Well Attila loved it though the huns were of course known for there sense of humor..or was it pillaging? I get the two confused-A few quick movements of his fingers and the coin was gone. He took a step back so he could address the two of you, his smile widening- Come sit, enjoy the Drake Cream..it's fresh!
Marshal William Foucher
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
*Foucher looked around the woods searching for a place to set up camp, they had not brought horses or equipment so tonight they would be sleeping under the stars. Just as he put out his hand to point to a clearing his ring gave off a soft glow, he looked at his two companions and noticed theirs doing the same.* Witch.
*He spat the word* shoulder your weapons, men, we may have some fun this night, yet. *At his command they all took their swords from their sides and strapped them to their backs before following the Marshal at a brisk pace in the direction of the magic.*
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He doesn't flinch as you approach, nor as you speak to Kendra. Your coin trick however goes entirely unapplauded. His head tilting ever so slightly as you speak. His helm hides his reaction from you, but the frown that cuts across his face would be clear without it. Demons. Typical*
Kendra MacGregor
The closer he got, the more Kendra glowered, even going so far as to take a step back when he lowered his head to her stomach. Not that Drake had ever done anything -to- her, he had even been..helpful...on several occasions. Kendra just had a wee bit of resentment for him because of his new role on her life, even if it had come with a most precious gift.
She brushed past him and towards a chair, lowering herself heavily into it and ignoring the..ice cream entirely. Drake, Lothryn, Lothryn, Drake. Now where is Adrian?
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch: -Drake slid back to his own seat, sliding back into his chair, and putting his feet back up, tapping his chin taking on a pensieve look- Lothryn...Lothryn now where I have I heard that name...-He gives a sigh and shrugs- Old age..my mind is just not as sharp as it used to be. And Adrian...who is Adrian?
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Drake.: building and des:
*Glowing blue eyes focus on you as you sit down. If you DID know him, he may need to break cover far too early and silence you. But as you taper off with a crack on old age he relaxes again. Supernatural knowlege of his actions made him uneasy, that much was undeniable. But then, who did it relax?*
Kendra MacGregor
: Emotions finally got the best of her and she leaned over the table, well..over her belly as it were and curled her fist around the lapel of Drake's white jacket, violet eyes glinting with another surge of power.
Dun fuck wi' me Drake. I am 10 months pregnant, fat and cranky. He hasna told me a word aboot yer plans fer him bu' I ken well enough ye mean tae take him and ha'e started tae ge' a glimpse as tae why. It's too early damnit! tears sprang to her eyes as she let go and sat back, waving at herself. I need him. You weren't meant tae take him fer another month or twa.
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He cast a wink toward Lothryn, but was suddenly yanked forward by the lapel of his jacket, his face was level with yours, red eyes meeting swimming, shimmering violet ones. That infuriating smile didnt falter in the face of your heartbreak. He glanced at your hand, and gently prised your fingers from his jacket-
Thats quit some pregnant strength you've got there Kendra, but to answer your question. despite how rudely put it was. I don't have Adrian, I of course know who does, but as I have told you my memory is..wellll...vague at best
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He watches the violent outburst with little more than a shake of his head, his emotions hidden quite easily by magic and steel. You still had so much to learn, so much to become before you could stand alone. Or do much of anything really. Prophecy is never wrong, it's why he was here after all*
Kendra MacGregor
: She stood with enough force to make her chair teeter on its hind legs and she paced the kitchen, oblivious it seemed of two men as she muttered to herself, both hands pressed hard against the small of her back. She huffed, she puffed, then she whirled on Lothryn, head tipping up to meet his steel encased eyes.
Ye kenned he wouldna be there..do you ken where he is? I've no patience tae dance wi' tha de'il tonight
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I do not know. He is not the one I seek. *The prophecy focused on you, not your estranged lover. He saw nothing of the man that would help you find him. He only knew it would be dangerous when you inevitably tried to retrieve him*
Marshal William Foucher :
*Foucher and his men were approaching the bridge when he called a halt.* You two men wait here, I’m sure I can handle this. *With a the kind of confidence that can only come from having been in this kind of situation many times before, he walked across the bridge and on to the main gate, all the while cautious of his surroundings. He couldn’t help but wonder why a witch wouldn’t have some sort of protection. His thoughts were interrupted as he approached the main door of the keep. He took a quick glance around before taking out his dagger and using the hilt to bang against it, sending the sound of metal against wood echoing all around.*
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-Drake leaned forward, picking off a piece of lint from his white leather penny loafers-But dance with me you must, give to me what I want, and in return I can lead you to where Adrian may be found-The sound of metal against wod grating in everyones eardrums, and Drake chuckles-Right on cue..oh and I would suggest not tarrying. WHo knows? Adrian might be in Danger-And suddenly Drake was no longer where he was before-
Kendra MacGregor
She was afraid he would say that. Kendra sighed, dropping her head and running her hands through chin length hair. She took another breath, dropped her hands and looked to Drake. Drake. Please. Can ye, fer once, no' make this so difficult? Tell me who has him an' --- aah, christ.. she swore as a heavy knock resounded, Drake disappeared with that dire warning. She cursed again, only barely keeping ahold of her tenuous emotions, hormones wreaking havock, and left the kitchen to waddle out the hall and down the short corridor, pressing a hand against the scarred wood as she leaned into it and went quiet.
Her eyes narrowed then widened, her stomach sinking. This..this was a threat. She turned away, back against the door, calculating her next move.
Marshal William Foucher :
*The knights insisted on being well mannered and, though he was sure this was the source of the magic, he could be worng, meaning it wouldn't be polite to barge in. Once again he slammed his the hilt of his dagger against the door*
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He had left the kitchen at the sound of the knock and was stood against the door beside you, listening. He then turns to you and gestures back in the kitchen, his words so low you barely hear them* Leave this to me. I will deal with it.
Kendra MacGregor
They stood side by side, ears pressed to the door and Kendra peered up at him, wishing she could see his face, could touch him. He was asking her to put her life in his hands..not just hers but her child's..childrens..as well. Dare she? Not that she had much of a choice, she was alone right now, with no soldiers to call her own, no kin, not even peasants to take up arms. Not even Adrian. She had to take that leap of faith and believe that what he offered was not as dangerous as what stood beyond that door.
Kendra nodded and hurried back down the corridor, heading for the stairs instead of the kitchen and climbing them as fast as she could. She would, at the very least, get Moira prepared to leave with Bree. In case.
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor
*The sound of the small band of marching troops could no doubt be heard throughout the forest. The clink of mail on plate, the sound of leather boots trampling the hard earth path and destroy what little life was still in it. The men were walking in a steady line, ten of them in all. Wordless, silent but for the sounds of their passage. All wore armour of dark forged plate, blackened metal over leather and cloth, formed around their bodies with a skill few smiths posessed, their faces masked in unnatural metal helms, space only for their eyes, the rest shaped to call forth the image of a skull, sides beaten rough to mimic bones, tapering off into the facade of fangs, allowing space for the Warriors to breathe, still covering the entirity of the face, providing complete anonemity and a somewhat terrifying visage in one fell swoop. They push on at a staggering page, just on the border of a run as the darkness sets in through the trees, wasting no time on breaks or food, they were behind as it was. It's as they pass a crossroad that the last of the men stops* It is here....Right here.
*The soldier directly in front of him halts, turning to face his comrade* "Come! We'll lose the others." *A pair of startlingly blue eyes that near glow in the half dark of the coming night fall apon the most recent speaker, a small shake of the head following his words* This is where she will find me. The full of the moon, these crossroads, the forest. It is all as prophecy states.
*His companion shakes his own head, his words quiet and tinged with urgency* "These woods are full of savages, cannibals who would hunt as soon as look at you" *The reply is curt and perhaps tinged with scorn* I fear no such beasts. "Perhaps, but the men do. Come, the countess-"
*Now the scorn is obvious and undeniable, the first of the figures near hissing out the words* Damn the countess. I served her mother. I do NOT serve her. *The second of the soldiers draws in a sharp breath, shaking his head* "She will have your head" She will try. *There's a long pause, before the second steps back a few paces, his words shot over his shoulder as he turns to jog to catch the rest of the men* "Fool!"
*The first of the soldiers leans against a tree, watching his young companion flee, his words quiet and tinged almost with sadness* Coward. She will find me, I need only wait.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
Days, and she was frantic. He wouldn't leave her, not this close to her time, not willingly. A 2 day hunting trip had turned into three and a half, telepathy, scrying, spellcasting, nothing she knew how to do have revealed Adrian's whereabouts, or even if he was still alive. Only the the wolves had come back to her.
Fear gripped her and she did the next to last thing she could think of. Track him. And so it was she found herself stumbling through the woods as darkness fell and the full moon rose above the treeline to bathe the landscape in its eery glow, one that was usually a comfort to her.
She had to pause often to catch her breath, her belly, fat and round, impeding her progress as she pushed herself on foot to where she knew he usually made camp with two wolves shadowing her, in the hopes of finding clues, anything that might help and if not..well..if not we just might have to accept the fact that he was taken sooner than she thought he would be. The very though made her stumble in the snow, heavy cloak fluttering around her. She remained on her knees, panting for a moment or two, both Ghost and Faolan nudging her with cold, wet muzzles, urging her to get back to her feet.
I ken..almost..there.., she struggled with her bulk, pulled the hood back over a mess of short curls and continued on, not sure she should pray to find Adrian...or not.
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He watches you stumble at the edge of the clearing, close enough he could draw his sword and charge. You were...just as he saw you in his mind. Right down to the clothes you wore. A soft shake of his head is given before he steps out from the treeline to block the snow laden path you were walking, left hand resting on his sword, the other hanging idly by his side. From what you could see, he was tall but somewhat thinner than you would expect a man so heavily armoured to be. His plate etched with runes and scars from years of use, the helm covering his face did nothing to hide the soft blue glow of his eyes and your own senses only confirmed what his unmasked presence showed, the man buzzed with magic, the air around him tasted of it. His voice is clear but layered with experiance and carries easily over the distance between you* You will not find who you seek here.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn:
She sensed a presence before she saw or heard him, coming to a halt and looking back down the path she'd come, the air misting in white puffs, weariness stealing over her. The lands were barren, one could walk for days without encountering a single soul and though she could shimmer back home should there be danger, Kendra didn't want to leave without accomplishing what she had set out to do.
He was there when she turned back, a hulking silhouette breaking from the shadows and onto the path, his magic giving her own quite the buzz, she could feel him and age old mysticism honed by decades of experience she'd yet to attain. Her skin prickled near painfully, her eyes closed and she sighed, a sound of exhaustion and resignation. What d'ye ken of it?
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Nothing more than what I say. You will search all night and see nothing of them young one. Spare yourself the heartbreak and return home, you will need your strength.
*He looks to the creatures you had in your company, his mind casting back to the words he'd been left with hours ago, savages and fiends. Consorting with wolves placed you firmly in the category of both, but he could not be wrong. Not about this. He stops a few paces from you, giving you a far better look at his armaments, a second blade rests high up his back, a third slung lower over his hip. His armour was blackened in the forge, helping him blend with the night, the cut of his helm designed to strike fear, but his stance suggests he means you little harm at first glance.* I will accompany you.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn:
The wolves, only barely grown and one jet black, the other white as newly fallen snow, had snapped to attention, baring fangs at the newcomer until Kendra snapped a command. tarraing siar
Both whined and circled the man, sniffing at him. Kendra looked past him, to the path beyond that led to a clearing, startling violet eyes returning to Lothryn, her head shaking. Why would I take yer word fer it? I must see..find out fer myself.
Her small body tensed as he approached, the beasties placing themselves between her and the unknown soldier, both pairs of golden eyes fixed on him. Why are ye on MacGregor land? There is nothing here tae interest anyone least you want trout.
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He keeps his eyes on you, ignoring the creatures as they circle him. He shakes his head slowly, knowing fine and well that you would look regardless* I am here for you. To find you, no other reason. *If he lies, you can't tell. But he steps aside and gestures you onward if you must* Search then. But you risk your health in these conditions. Yours and the one you carry.
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn:
For me..., she repeated, wary eyes never leaving the older man. If he was a threat, she would know..wouldn't she? Kendra was so tired, so frazzled she could hardly tell up from down these past days. He was right about the babies though, her hand reflexively going to the cloak covered stomach, eyes darting down the path again, uncertainty flickering across her face.
I ha'e tae, she said finally, trudging on and giving him a wide berth, both wolves staying at her back as she waddled towards the clearing only to find it was, indeed empty. She fell to her knees, the snow padding her fall, a trembling hand pushing the hood from her cloak, dark eyes scanning the decent sized clearing. It had snowed quite heavily, any prints were gone..and so was his gear. She didn't know what to make of that. Her eyes closed and she tried reaching him again only to touch..nothingness.
Both hands in her lap, with the wind tugging at her, Kendra lifted her head to peer at the moon gathering whatever courage she had to do what needed to be done next. He is gone.. , she whispered, to no one in particular. She knew the day would come, only not so soon, not before the babies, not before Brianna's second birthday.
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He follows after you, keeping a respectful few paces behind you, the clink of his armour letting you know he was still there even if you magical storm didn't, it's a lot like it leaks from his every pore, though it feels little like the skills you posess. When you fall to your knees he takes the time to look around the clearing, eyes flicking from tree to tree. He was right, as he knew he would be. This self same image he'd seen a hundred times in his dreams. He moves toward you, footsteps crunching in the soft snow only to kneel before you on one knee, looking you in the eye should you look back down* He is. But there are other things you must fear *He offers you his hand, metal wrapped at the back and leather on the underside, there is no exposed skin* Come, you'll catch your death.
Kendra MacGregor
says to Lothryn:
The fact that Kendra barely questioned him or his presence, his words spoke of the frame of mind she was in. Her head turned and she looked to him, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, holding it a moment before looking down at the profered hand, and slipping her own mitten covered one into it to help hoist herself up, any burst of magic she might have felt dulled thanks to the wool, leather and metal.
As soon as she was on her two feet she turned and went back the way she came, the pups bounding around her. I need Drake, she said flatly, obviously not relishing the idea and tought about walking all the way back to the keep, thus delaying the inevitable. But she turned at the crossroads and looked back to the elder mage, a hand lifting to hold her hair away from her face, the brogue suddenly smoothing out
Who are you?
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He lifts you easily to your feet, the tingle of magic you felt holding no malice, a simple exchange unavoidable when two people of magical power touch. He steps back, letting you take the lead, he himself falling into step a pace behind. He did not know these woods as you did, it was wiser for him to be led than lead. He stops to look over you at your question, his mood ungageable behind the wall of his helm* My name is Lothryn. Your name is MacGregor, yes? *The complete omission of your given name may be telling, but he seems unpeturbed, not that you can tell.*
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Lothryn: one of them, aye she agreed, staring into the helm, a frown creasing her brow. Are ye intendin' tae follow me home like these pups then?
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Yes. *He doesn't try and hide it, nor make any excuses. He simply states it as fact* Do you have a horse? Or were you walking in the cold alone? *He'd try his hardest not to roll his eyes should the answer to that be yes*
Kendra MacGregor
Is half tempted to let him roll his eyes, but since I now have the idea of a horse, I shall take it! Ah, I see. Do I have a choice in tha matter?, she retraced her steps, the snow starting to fall again, and Kendra waved her hand as they rounded a bend.
I have tha wee beasties wi' me. I'm hardly ever alone. Not too far off Triskel, her little gray dappled mare whinnied, shaking her mane. There was only one easy way to mount a horse when you were nine months pregnant and one moment Kendra was walking in the snow, the next she was on Triskel's back, leaning heavily forward and reaching for the useless reins. The little mare had already turned and was on her way back home, Ghost and Faolan walking sedately at her side as she fell into silence and thought on how best to summon the devil. Blood sacrifice? Ritualistic spell? Hmmm..Satan..God..God..Satan. Ermm....
Are you there Drake? It's me, Kendra (which makes this player laugh as 'Are you there God, its me Margaret" is a very well known book)
Lothryn
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He doesn't blink as you vanish, apparently he'd seen odder things. He keeps pace with the horse easily enough, marching with an ease that only years of practice can give you.* A wolf cannot stop an arrow for you MacGregor. *It's a simple comment, but he follows it with no more sage advice. Simply turning his odd eyes on you, the only obvious feature he has in the darkness* Drake?
Marshal William Foucher
*Marshal Foucher strode through the forest as if he had done so many times before, a product of his overconfidence. Indeed, it would seem that if he walked into a tree he might frown at it, not understanding why it didn’t remove itself from his path. In his mind, he was going over what he knew of the witch that lived on these lands, which was surprisingly little. Just then a voice broke out to his right.*
“Marshal, shouldn’t we wait for the Seneschal’s consent bef-“ *The man’s voice was cut off as Foucher shot him a murderous look, saying* I plan on being out of here by morning, I don’t have days to wait for his seal. Besides, it’s one witch, don’t think you can handle it? (Notice it, not her).
*At this, the other man with them chuckled but said nothing. It was getting dark, but a torch could give them away easily and was hard to put out. Foucher held out his palm and muttered a few words causing a ball of light to appear, a few more words under his breath and the light dimmed some, still lighting their way. The young man who had spoken before did so again.* “Y-y-you use m-magic?” *He stuttered out the question like he couldn’t believe it. Foucher looked at the new kid with some amusement before speaking.* we are permitted to use magic because we do so in God’s name. Satan’s creatures are the ones who use it for their own gain, that is why they must be killed, before they can harm innocents or taint them with the devil’s influence. Now, enough talk. Onward, soldiers of God.
*The other two men bowed their heads, whispering* “For his glory do we spill blood”
Drake
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to ALL:
-Drake was seated in the kitchen, his chair tipped back, feet planted up on the table. He had forgone his usual red attire for A starkly all white suit. (He had a luncheon up above) His fingers were laced against his stomach. face split in his trademark smile. gliteering red eyes watching the door to the kitchen. Three bowls of fresh strawberry icecream sat on the table-
Lothryn
is one of the trails winding through and around Dalmally isle and village
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I see. *He asks no further questions, simply consigning it to memory and ignoring it for now. It was low browed and pagan to talk to the darkness as if it would yeild answers. He marches on in silence, saying nothing more as you seem to become less forthcoming with information. His eyes sweep over the keep as it comes into sight. That he would get so close unchecked gave him a moments hesitation as to the validity of his prophecy. Surely with security so lax you were as little threat to what he feared as the simple, hampered woman you seemed. But he holds his tongue, not responding to your glance nor returning one of his own. You would ask eventually. He would not rush you to do so*
Kendra MacGregor
Triskel marched herself towards the stables, no stableboy, squire rushing out to help the mistress of the keep as she returned home. At the wide, stable door Kendra slid off the mare's back with some difficulty, rearranged her skirts and opened the door for the horse, letting the mare find her shelter for the night, fresh hay waiting for her, no saddle to remove.
She looked toward Lothryn, heading towards the darkened Keep. I can offer ye some tea, food if yer hungry.. Highlanders were nothing if not hospitable and Kendra certainly would not be the one to tarnish their reputation.
She stepped through the heavy wooden door and stopped, cocking her head and pinpointing everyone's whereabouts. Not that there were a lot of everyones. Brianna was snug in her crib, Moira already sleeping soundly nearby somewhere on the upper floors. She felt another presence as well and her face went blank, lips thinning.
With wearied movements, Kendra removed her cloak and placed it on a hook near the door, revealing a plain homespun treadbare green dress that had seen better days, stretched taunt across a belly that was way bigger than it had been with Bree. Fire was still dancing merrily in the hearth of the great hall but Kendra didn't linger, she bypassed it completely and headed for the kitchen where she stopped on the threshold and took a breath when she saw Drake, small fists curling at her sides, a surge of magic making the air in the room crackle.
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I would appreciate that. *He followed you, in no particular hurry to go anywhere, his own senses reaching out to the mighty halls and finding them considerably more sparse than he expected. The other presence however has him raise an eyebrow behind the helm and turn to follow you, one hand resting idly on his sword and his mind playing over various banishing spells. He knew what was in the kitchen was powerful, not human. But it was hard to imagine what truly waited. He stepped in to take an eye at the man, observing his more than curious dress and your adverse reaction to his presence*
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
Kendra! -His feet hit the ground and he was on his feet, hands clasped behind his back, as he aproached you, standing infront of you and rocking from toe to heel, then heel to toe-It his just lovely to see you again. I was in the neighborhood and my ears started to burn so I thought I would drop by -he nearly bent double as he put his ear..close..but not quite touching your stomach- Coming along arn't they? I do hope you will do me the honor of naming one after me. Drake..please..not the...other..name. To0 morbid
-He stood up, and brushed passed you standing face to face with Lothryn, speaking as If he wasn't there- My My, your entourage gets gloomier looking every day..-He holds up a finger, then addreses Lothryn Directly-Whas that? I think I see something..behind your ear...-Drake reaches forward, and pulls out a single gold coin Ta Da!...nothing? not even a smile. Well Attila loved it though the huns were of course known for there sense of humor..or was it pillaging? I get the two confused-A few quick movements of his fingers and the coin was gone. He took a step back so he could address the two of you, his smile widening- Come sit, enjoy the Drake Cream..it's fresh!
Marshal William Foucher
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to ALL:
*Foucher looked around the woods searching for a place to set up camp, they had not brought horses or equipment so tonight they would be sleeping under the stars. Just as he put out his hand to point to a clearing his ring gave off a soft glow, he looked at his two companions and noticed theirs doing the same.* Witch.
*He spat the word* shoulder your weapons, men, we may have some fun this night, yet. *At his command they all took their swords from their sides and strapped them to their backs before following the Marshal at a brisk pace in the direction of the magic.*
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He doesn't flinch as you approach, nor as you speak to Kendra. Your coin trick however goes entirely unapplauded. His head tilting ever so slightly as you speak. His helm hides his reaction from you, but the frown that cuts across his face would be clear without it. Demons. Typical*
Kendra MacGregor
The closer he got, the more Kendra glowered, even going so far as to take a step back when he lowered his head to her stomach. Not that Drake had ever done anything -to- her, he had even been..helpful...on several occasions. Kendra just had a wee bit of resentment for him because of his new role on her life, even if it had come with a most precious gift.
She brushed past him and towards a chair, lowering herself heavily into it and ignoring the..ice cream entirely. Drake, Lothryn, Lothryn, Drake. Now where is Adrian?
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch: -Drake slid back to his own seat, sliding back into his chair, and putting his feet back up, tapping his chin taking on a pensieve look- Lothryn...Lothryn now where I have I heard that name...-He gives a sigh and shrugs- Old age..my mind is just not as sharp as it used to be. And Adrian...who is Adrian?
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Drake.: building and des:
*Glowing blue eyes focus on you as you sit down. If you DID know him, he may need to break cover far too early and silence you. But as you taper off with a crack on old age he relaxes again. Supernatural knowlege of his actions made him uneasy, that much was undeniable. But then, who did it relax?*
Kendra MacGregor
: Emotions finally got the best of her and she leaned over the table, well..over her belly as it were and curled her fist around the lapel of Drake's white jacket, violet eyes glinting with another surge of power.
Dun fuck wi' me Drake. I am 10 months pregnant, fat and cranky. He hasna told me a word aboot yer plans fer him bu' I ken well enough ye mean tae take him and ha'e started tae ge' a glimpse as tae why. It's too early damnit! tears sprang to her eyes as she let go and sat back, waving at herself. I need him. You weren't meant tae take him fer another month or twa.
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He cast a wink toward Lothryn, but was suddenly yanked forward by the lapel of his jacket, his face was level with yours, red eyes meeting swimming, shimmering violet ones. That infuriating smile didnt falter in the face of your heartbreak. He glanced at your hand, and gently prised your fingers from his jacket-
Thats quit some pregnant strength you've got there Kendra, but to answer your question. despite how rudely put it was. I don't have Adrian, I of course know who does, but as I have told you my memory is..wellll...vague at best
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He watches the violent outburst with little more than a shake of his head, his emotions hidden quite easily by magic and steel. You still had so much to learn, so much to become before you could stand alone. Or do much of anything really. Prophecy is never wrong, it's why he was here after all*
Kendra MacGregor
: She stood with enough force to make her chair teeter on its hind legs and she paced the kitchen, oblivious it seemed of two men as she muttered to herself, both hands pressed hard against the small of her back. She huffed, she puffed, then she whirled on Lothryn, head tipping up to meet his steel encased eyes.
Ye kenned he wouldna be there..do you ken where he is? I've no patience tae dance wi' tha de'il tonight
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I do not know. He is not the one I seek. *The prophecy focused on you, not your estranged lover. He saw nothing of the man that would help you find him. He only knew it would be dangerous when you inevitably tried to retrieve him*
Marshal William Foucher :
*Foucher and his men were approaching the bridge when he called a halt.* You two men wait here, I’m sure I can handle this. *With a the kind of confidence that can only come from having been in this kind of situation many times before, he walked across the bridge and on to the main gate, all the while cautious of his surroundings. He couldn’t help but wonder why a witch wouldn’t have some sort of protection. His thoughts were interrupted as he approached the main door of the keep. He took a quick glance around before taking out his dagger and using the hilt to bang against it, sending the sound of metal against wood echoing all around.*
Drake
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-Drake leaned forward, picking off a piece of lint from his white leather penny loafers-But dance with me you must, give to me what I want, and in return I can lead you to where Adrian may be found-The sound of metal against wod grating in everyones eardrums, and Drake chuckles-Right on cue..oh and I would suggest not tarrying. WHo knows? Adrian might be in Danger-And suddenly Drake was no longer where he was before-
Kendra MacGregor
She was afraid he would say that. Kendra sighed, dropping her head and running her hands through chin length hair. She took another breath, dropped her hands and looked to Drake. Drake. Please. Can ye, fer once, no' make this so difficult? Tell me who has him an' --- aah, christ.. she swore as a heavy knock resounded, Drake disappeared with that dire warning. She cursed again, only barely keeping ahold of her tenuous emotions, hormones wreaking havock, and left the kitchen to waddle out the hall and down the short corridor, pressing a hand against the scarred wood as she leaned into it and went quiet.
Her eyes narrowed then widened, her stomach sinking. This..this was a threat. She turned away, back against the door, calculating her next move.
Marshal William Foucher :
*The knights insisted on being well mannered and, though he was sure this was the source of the magic, he could be worng, meaning it wouldn't be polite to barge in. Once again he slammed his the hilt of his dagger against the door*
Lothryn
is in the outdoor or indoor kitchen
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He had left the kitchen at the sound of the knock and was stood against the door beside you, listening. He then turns to you and gestures back in the kitchen, his words so low you barely hear them* Leave this to me. I will deal with it.
Kendra MacGregor
They stood side by side, ears pressed to the door and Kendra peered up at him, wishing she could see his face, could touch him. He was asking her to put her life in his hands..not just hers but her child's..childrens..as well. Dare she? Not that she had much of a choice, she was alone right now, with no soldiers to call her own, no kin, not even peasants to take up arms. Not even Adrian. She had to take that leap of faith and believe that what he offered was not as dangerous as what stood beyond that door.
Kendra nodded and hurried back down the corridor, heading for the stairs instead of the kitchen and climbing them as fast as she could. She would, at the very least, get Moira prepared to leave with Bree. In case.