Post by spitfire on Aug 8, 2010 12:45:26 GMT -5
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
The early morning sun filtered through the thick pane, bathing Kendra's room in a soft glow, dust motes swirling gently in the light. She had slept as only the unconscious could, that is to say deeply, unawares of the day's travel separating Kerrigan's camp from the stone keep, unawares of anything that might or might not have happened since he had dressed her wound. Usually her nights were as painful as her days, perhaps even more so as there was nothing to keep her mind or body busy, away from all the thoughts she wished to avoid, but last night for the first time in months, she hadn't hadn't dreamt at all, making it all too easy to forget.
Laying on her stomach, the bone deep ache was the first thing she felt as she turned her head, tugging the pillow deeper beneath her head. It rose her back to groggy consciousness, a hand slipping across the big bed, reaching for the man that should be there, only to find emptiness. Even half asleep her heart squeezed painfully, her thoughts going to the same place it always did when she first woke up. Adrian....the twins....she squeezed her eyes tight, head turning againt until her face was buried in her pillow, fighting off the wave of loss she invariably felt every time she woke and had to get out of bed. Something she did out of necessity more than any real want to get on with the business of living.
Slowly, the stabbing pain, emotional more than physical, eased into the familiar and more manageable dull ache she carried with her and she started to breathe again, her mind turning towards Brianna. It wouldn't be long before the child ran into her mother's chamber, hopping up and down wanting to be pulled up so she could properly ask for breakfast. Little did Kendra know it had alreayd been taken care of, the newfound sounds around the keep having woken the toddler earlier than usual. It was only then that the sounds of sparring met her ears and she lifted her head, looking towards the window with a frown on her face as she remembered. Kerrigan. Her head fell back down, eyes closing again. It took her a good fifteen minutes to gather the courage to get out of bed and face him again. Another hour to make herself presentable, struggling one armed to wash and dress, not wanting to call for Moira and answer questions just yet. Only then did she appear at the door leading to the bailey, hair still damp and pulled back into half a plait, a plain, light green homespun kirtle worn over a white chemise, shadowed eyes watching the men.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men seemed in better spirits this morning, though not by much. The child Brianna was sitting by a bale of hay, Moira not far and watching closely. Kerrigan stood at the far side of the bailey, eating a hunk of bread by the pinch, more to keep his hands busy than to feed himself. The two in the circle were the youngest and the eldest before Kerrigan, the former was laden down with equipment, a heavy pack, a hand and a half sword, weighted quite heavily it's self from the looks of things and all his armour and cloak. The former was shirtless and clad in no more than boots and trousers, fighting with his own blade. It was obviously a test of skill that the younger boy was performing relatively well in.* "Góður! Aftur!" *The elder gestures for the boy to attack again, which he does, a short exchange of parries and blocks follow, before the boy misses an attack in his haste and gets uncerimoniously clapped on the backside with the sword, sending him stumbling. One of the others, who was tending horses, hooted with laughter and shouted idle words of encourangement* Halda vörður þinn allt! Ekki láta hann bjáni þú Eirik! *The boy, nods and refirms his guard to start again. Kerrigan notices you and nods his greeting, moving around the fighting circle to move to you*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Kerrigan hadn't been the only one to noticed her. Up until then, Bree had been watching the proceedings with rapt attention, occasionally clapping plump little hands and trying..as best she could, to repeat some of the icelanding words she heard. When she spotted Kendra, she shrieked joyfully, very literally bouncing in place "MAMA!!! mamamamamamamama!!!!", she held her arms out, rapidly opening and closing her tiny firsts. "Me!!Me!!", which was Breespeak for come get me please. Kendra did, circling the men until she could scoop up her daughter with her good arm, burying her face in sunwarmed blonde hair, smiling.
Madainn mhath leannan, plump arms were wound around Kendra's neck and squeezed rather hard. Kendra winced as pain flared but she said nothing, only chuckled softly and set Bree back down on the bale, her good hand lifting to gently tug away grasping arms as she kissed Bree's forehead, whispering something else to her in Gaelic. The little girl giggled and turned her attention back to the fighting which she deemed much more interesting than her mother and when Kerrigan moved to her, Kendra lifted her head to meet his gaze, repeating the greeting spoken to Brianna but a few moments before, minus the term of endearment.
Good morning.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep –
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men stop as the child shrieks, locked near face to face and looking your way, they nod, then Eirik knees his opponent in the stomach and renews the attack, the man tending horses cheering his audacity. Kerrigan waits till you are done with the child to approach* Good morning Magister, I hope it finds you well? We moved you while you were unconcious to spare the discomfort of the journey
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Kendra nodded to the men, a small smile appearing. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but having them here, waking to the sound of..life..had been nice in its own way and even though she didn't know all the men here, she had loved them, as a whole...Kerrigan's men, his family, had taken to them as her own, had essentially lived with them for months and had fallen in love with the hulking, sometimes stoic, sometimes bawdy warriors that were as savage and ruthless as the highlanders she'd seen in battle...but the vikings had meant shelter to her, more than any Scotmen ever had and when she looked back to Kerrigan, it was with concern in her eyes, a lot could happen in two years, her life proved that well enough.
I am well, thank you.....it was..very kind of you, she nibbled her lower lip for a moment, once more hesitating before asking.
Wha' o' Wyl? an' yer fathair? Are they well? Are they wi' ye?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men here he trusted with his life, as he did any others. These remnants were all he could bring, there was no proud battle group, not this time. No army of Nordic warriors waiting on an order to serve. He regretted that. A small nod accompanies your thanks, his words quiet* It was the only right thing to do. *His questions bring that slight look back to his face, that almost pained expression you had missed the first time, but he quickly held it in check this time, prepared for having to explain* They are not with me. Wyl...Is not the man you knew, he lives and well. But he is...older now. They all are *He looks over his shoulder, at the men who fight so casually in the background, their smiles long gone from their faces* My father is....Unwell.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
She was watching him closely now, unlike the day before, and what she saw there, however brief or contained tugged at her, an already heavy heart sinking. Wyl...the more loquacious of the brothers, the most outwardly joyful and fun loving...and Eryd...a bear of a man, proud and hale.........all the questions came back to mind. Once upon a time, a gentle hand would have reached out to rest against his braced forearm, not now. Her hands stayed where they were, eyes still on his face.
Walk wi' me?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He nods, falling into step beside you, the lack of contact not noticed, or simply not mentioned. A lot had happened in two years, no doubt you could tell him of trails at least in equal to his own. One hand rests on his sword pommel as he walks, golden eyes playing over the land of your home, volunteering no further information until you ask*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Before leaving, she hugged Brianna, whose's pale lavender eyes and white blonde hair made her a miniature, feminine portrait of the elder Elissandril and left her in Moira's care, slowly leading Kerrigan through the bailey towards the sturdy stone wall at the back of the keep and beyond, to the shoreline, with Loch Obha stretching before them, nestled by green crags.
Wha' brought ye here, tae Scotland? Did ye e'en ken ye were on MacGregor land? Tha' I was here?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I did *He confirms with a short nod, thumb tracing idly over the cold steel and leather of his sword grip, eyes playing over the scenery before him, not looking to you* I knew that these lands were in your name, though we did not know where to find you apon them until we chanced apon you in the woods. We came here for you. *It's then he looks at you, a slight frown creasing his normally serene features* I need your help.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
They sedately walked the sandy shoreline, Kendra had been looking across the water towards the mist shrouded isle, only for her head to turn sharply towards him, taken aback. My help? she looked away again, a like frown upon her face. Never once had he asked her for anything, even knowing she would have gladly gave him...everything. For him to be here, to travel so far to ask somethng of her...must mean dire trouble. Nothing else would have brought him, she thought. She stopped and half turned towards him, her good arm moving, hand lifting to her brow to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at him.
Wha' d'ye need?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
My father is....He's dying. A withering sickness brought about by a poison we cannot cure. Wyl and I...we are prepared for the worst, I am set to rule in his place when the time comes. *It's more a statement than a question. For a long moment it may seem like that's all he has to say, that he's here not for anything more than solace, comfort, proof that somewhere, there are still beautiful things, then he turns again to look your way, unblinking, solid convicion in his voice* But it is not his time, he has many summers left in him if he can survive this trechery. You can cure him, if anyone to ever walk the land can it is you. And without the cost of his honour, though I will gladly offer mine if it is needed
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
The listened well, the violet gaze drifting away from his face as he did so, the depth of his sadness, added to her own a crushing weight upon her shoulders. Eryd. Her head lowered, eyes closing for a brief moment. He was quiet then and she did not know what to think. Once upon a time, she would have rejoiced at him seeking her out for comfort, at him thinking she was a different kind of shelter than he had always offered her....now..now all she could think was, she was the last person to be able to give him such, unsure that solace could be offered when there was none to be had for yourself. He spoke again, and the passion behind the words, the certainty of his beliefs, that it was not his father's time, that she was the one to help him, pierced her heart. Slowly, she shook her head, then looked back up. His certainty was not reflected on her face. Kerrigan........, there..she had said it..unawares that she had done so the previous days.
I....wha' if I canna?........sometimes..all ye can do is le' go...
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I will not, cannot believe that. *He says simply, shaking his head* My father was cheated, bested by stealth, it is not how a man of his like should fall. He cannot die, not yet, not like this. *He says it simply, like it's really all he has to believe in now. And in it's way, it is. Had his father died on the battlefield like a man? He would have accepted it, mourned it, drank his passing and taken his place. But watching him wither, like a thing already dead but not aware, was heart rending and beneath the man he knew as his greatest teacher. His eyes do not leave you as he speaks again* You have to at least try, come with me, see him. Try your craft. It is all I ask
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
How could she refuse? After all he has done for her...the countless times he has saved not only her life, but Brianna's? The prospect was daunting, traveling to a land that was completely foreign to her.........leaving..her babies behind. Silly as that was, she knew. And then there was....
Leyen....she kens ye've come tae fetch me? Tae bring me intae her home?
Will I be safe from her, she was really asking..would Bree..because Brianna would not be left behind. Kendra acknowledged her place, accepted it, always had. This was Leyen's home, a woman of jealous ilk..jealous of the ease..the bond..that had always been between the witch and her husband, jealous of the affection his men had for her and she for them, even if Leyen herself held no regard for the soldiers.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He shakes his head slightly, he didn't want to explain this fully to you, it was unbecoming of him, but you needed to know at least that* Leyen....Leyen does not know anything anymore. My father's betrayal did not sit well with her, nor with any of us. *And when she did not reveal what poison was used under torture and pain, he'd personally buried her alive in the garden of herbs his father kept. He fancied he could still hear her muffled screams. She had nothing more than a thornbush to mark her resting place, he looks to you again, nodding* She will not object
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Her head snapped back up, dark violet eyes searching his again, his answer only bringing about more questions..but then, that was his way. She opened her mouth, paused..then closed it. She considered the whole affair, her gaze turning one last time to the Loch Isle as if it held her answers. Her head tilted to the side, eyes distant as they looked into the mist and beyond. A long moment later, she looked back up at him, nodding.
Aye, take me tae yer fathair, take me tae Faroe.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He did something then he'd never done, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, more emotion than you'd ever seen painted apon his face, relief, gratitude, happiness....Hope. He reigns it in quickly, for a moment more reminiscent of his brother than he, he steps back, clapping a fist to his chest in salute* Thank you. I have faith that it will be a short trip Magister. I will tell the men to make ready *His face slips back to it's usual controlled serenity, the sudden burst of blatant emotionalism gone. It had been a long, long two years by all accounts*
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
The early morning sun filtered through the thick pane, bathing Kendra's room in a soft glow, dust motes swirling gently in the light. She had slept as only the unconscious could, that is to say deeply, unawares of the day's travel separating Kerrigan's camp from the stone keep, unawares of anything that might or might not have happened since he had dressed her wound. Usually her nights were as painful as her days, perhaps even more so as there was nothing to keep her mind or body busy, away from all the thoughts she wished to avoid, but last night for the first time in months, she hadn't hadn't dreamt at all, making it all too easy to forget.
Laying on her stomach, the bone deep ache was the first thing she felt as she turned her head, tugging the pillow deeper beneath her head. It rose her back to groggy consciousness, a hand slipping across the big bed, reaching for the man that should be there, only to find emptiness. Even half asleep her heart squeezed painfully, her thoughts going to the same place it always did when she first woke up. Adrian....the twins....she squeezed her eyes tight, head turning againt until her face was buried in her pillow, fighting off the wave of loss she invariably felt every time she woke and had to get out of bed. Something she did out of necessity more than any real want to get on with the business of living.
Slowly, the stabbing pain, emotional more than physical, eased into the familiar and more manageable dull ache she carried with her and she started to breathe again, her mind turning towards Brianna. It wouldn't be long before the child ran into her mother's chamber, hopping up and down wanting to be pulled up so she could properly ask for breakfast. Little did Kendra know it had alreayd been taken care of, the newfound sounds around the keep having woken the toddler earlier than usual. It was only then that the sounds of sparring met her ears and she lifted her head, looking towards the window with a frown on her face as she remembered. Kerrigan. Her head fell back down, eyes closing again. It took her a good fifteen minutes to gather the courage to get out of bed and face him again. Another hour to make herself presentable, struggling one armed to wash and dress, not wanting to call for Moira and answer questions just yet. Only then did she appear at the door leading to the bailey, hair still damp and pulled back into half a plait, a plain, light green homespun kirtle worn over a white chemise, shadowed eyes watching the men.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men seemed in better spirits this morning, though not by much. The child Brianna was sitting by a bale of hay, Moira not far and watching closely. Kerrigan stood at the far side of the bailey, eating a hunk of bread by the pinch, more to keep his hands busy than to feed himself. The two in the circle were the youngest and the eldest before Kerrigan, the former was laden down with equipment, a heavy pack, a hand and a half sword, weighted quite heavily it's self from the looks of things and all his armour and cloak. The former was shirtless and clad in no more than boots and trousers, fighting with his own blade. It was obviously a test of skill that the younger boy was performing relatively well in.* "Góður! Aftur!" *The elder gestures for the boy to attack again, which he does, a short exchange of parries and blocks follow, before the boy misses an attack in his haste and gets uncerimoniously clapped on the backside with the sword, sending him stumbling. One of the others, who was tending horses, hooted with laughter and shouted idle words of encourangement* Halda vörður þinn allt! Ekki láta hann bjáni þú Eirik! *The boy, nods and refirms his guard to start again. Kerrigan notices you and nods his greeting, moving around the fighting circle to move to you*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Kerrigan hadn't been the only one to noticed her. Up until then, Bree had been watching the proceedings with rapt attention, occasionally clapping plump little hands and trying..as best she could, to repeat some of the icelanding words she heard. When she spotted Kendra, she shrieked joyfully, very literally bouncing in place "MAMA!!! mamamamamamamama!!!!", she held her arms out, rapidly opening and closing her tiny firsts. "Me!!Me!!", which was Breespeak for come get me please. Kendra did, circling the men until she could scoop up her daughter with her good arm, burying her face in sunwarmed blonde hair, smiling.
Madainn mhath leannan, plump arms were wound around Kendra's neck and squeezed rather hard. Kendra winced as pain flared but she said nothing, only chuckled softly and set Bree back down on the bale, her good hand lifting to gently tug away grasping arms as she kissed Bree's forehead, whispering something else to her in Gaelic. The little girl giggled and turned her attention back to the fighting which she deemed much more interesting than her mother and when Kerrigan moved to her, Kendra lifted her head to meet his gaze, repeating the greeting spoken to Brianna but a few moments before, minus the term of endearment.
Good morning.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep –
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men stop as the child shrieks, locked near face to face and looking your way, they nod, then Eirik knees his opponent in the stomach and renews the attack, the man tending horses cheering his audacity. Kerrigan waits till you are done with the child to approach* Good morning Magister, I hope it finds you well? We moved you while you were unconcious to spare the discomfort of the journey
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Kendra nodded to the men, a small smile appearing. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but having them here, waking to the sound of..life..had been nice in its own way and even though she didn't know all the men here, she had loved them, as a whole...Kerrigan's men, his family, had taken to them as her own, had essentially lived with them for months and had fallen in love with the hulking, sometimes stoic, sometimes bawdy warriors that were as savage and ruthless as the highlanders she'd seen in battle...but the vikings had meant shelter to her, more than any Scotmen ever had and when she looked back to Kerrigan, it was with concern in her eyes, a lot could happen in two years, her life proved that well enough.
I am well, thank you.....it was..very kind of you, she nibbled her lower lip for a moment, once more hesitating before asking.
Wha' o' Wyl? an' yer fathair? Are they well? Are they wi' ye?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*The men here he trusted with his life, as he did any others. These remnants were all he could bring, there was no proud battle group, not this time. No army of Nordic warriors waiting on an order to serve. He regretted that. A small nod accompanies your thanks, his words quiet* It was the only right thing to do. *His questions bring that slight look back to his face, that almost pained expression you had missed the first time, but he quickly held it in check this time, prepared for having to explain* They are not with me. Wyl...Is not the man you knew, he lives and well. But he is...older now. They all are *He looks over his shoulder, at the men who fight so casually in the background, their smiles long gone from their faces* My father is....Unwell.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
She was watching him closely now, unlike the day before, and what she saw there, however brief or contained tugged at her, an already heavy heart sinking. Wyl...the more loquacious of the brothers, the most outwardly joyful and fun loving...and Eryd...a bear of a man, proud and hale.........all the questions came back to mind. Once upon a time, a gentle hand would have reached out to rest against his braced forearm, not now. Her hands stayed where they were, eyes still on his face.
Walk wi' me?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He nods, falling into step beside you, the lack of contact not noticed, or simply not mentioned. A lot had happened in two years, no doubt you could tell him of trails at least in equal to his own. One hand rests on his sword pommel as he walks, golden eyes playing over the land of your home, volunteering no further information until you ask*
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Before leaving, she hugged Brianna, whose's pale lavender eyes and white blonde hair made her a miniature, feminine portrait of the elder Elissandril and left her in Moira's care, slowly leading Kerrigan through the bailey towards the sturdy stone wall at the back of the keep and beyond, to the shoreline, with Loch Obha stretching before them, nestled by green crags.
Wha' brought ye here, tae Scotland? Did ye e'en ken ye were on MacGregor land? Tha' I was here?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is in the bailey
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I did *He confirms with a short nod, thumb tracing idly over the cold steel and leather of his sword grip, eyes playing over the scenery before him, not looking to you* I knew that these lands were in your name, though we did not know where to find you apon them until we chanced apon you in the woods. We came here for you. *It's then he looks at you, a slight frown creasing his normally serene features* I need your help.
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
They sedately walked the sandy shoreline, Kendra had been looking across the water towards the mist shrouded isle, only for her head to turn sharply towards him, taken aback. My help? she looked away again, a like frown upon her face. Never once had he asked her for anything, even knowing she would have gladly gave him...everything. For him to be here, to travel so far to ask somethng of her...must mean dire trouble. Nothing else would have brought him, she thought. She stopped and half turned towards him, her good arm moving, hand lifting to her brow to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at him.
Wha' d'ye need?
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
My father is....He's dying. A withering sickness brought about by a poison we cannot cure. Wyl and I...we are prepared for the worst, I am set to rule in his place when the time comes. *It's more a statement than a question. For a long moment it may seem like that's all he has to say, that he's here not for anything more than solace, comfort, proof that somewhere, there are still beautiful things, then he turns again to look your way, unblinking, solid convicion in his voice* But it is not his time, he has many summers left in him if he can survive this trechery. You can cure him, if anyone to ever walk the land can it is you. And without the cost of his honour, though I will gladly offer mine if it is needed
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
The listened well, the violet gaze drifting away from his face as he did so, the depth of his sadness, added to her own a crushing weight upon her shoulders. Eryd. Her head lowered, eyes closing for a brief moment. He was quiet then and she did not know what to think. Once upon a time, she would have rejoiced at him seeking her out for comfort, at him thinking she was a different kind of shelter than he had always offered her....now..now all she could think was, she was the last person to be able to give him such, unsure that solace could be offered when there was none to be had for yourself. He spoke again, and the passion behind the words, the certainty of his beliefs, that it was not his father's time, that she was the one to help him, pierced her heart. Slowly, she shook her head, then looked back up. His certainty was not reflected on her face. Kerrigan........, there..she had said it..unawares that she had done so the previous days.
I....wha' if I canna?........sometimes..all ye can do is le' go...
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
I will not, cannot believe that. *He says simply, shaking his head* My father was cheated, bested by stealth, it is not how a man of his like should fall. He cannot die, not yet, not like this. *He says it simply, like it's really all he has to believe in now. And in it's way, it is. Had his father died on the battlefield like a man? He would have accepted it, mourned it, drank his passing and taken his place. But watching him wither, like a thing already dead but not aware, was heart rending and beneath the man he knew as his greatest teacher. His eyes do not leave you as he speaks again* You have to at least try, come with me, see him. Try your craft. It is all I ask
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
How could she refuse? After all he has done for her...the countless times he has saved not only her life, but Brianna's? The prospect was daunting, traveling to a land that was completely foreign to her.........leaving..her babies behind. Silly as that was, she knew. And then there was....
Leyen....she kens ye've come tae fetch me? Tae bring me intae her home?
Will I be safe from her, she was really asking..would Bree..because Brianna would not be left behind. Kendra acknowledged her place, accepted it, always had. This was Leyen's home, a woman of jealous ilk..jealous of the ease..the bond..that had always been between the witch and her husband, jealous of the affection his men had for her and she for them, even if Leyen herself held no regard for the soldiers.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He shakes his head slightly, he didn't want to explain this fully to you, it was unbecoming of him, but you needed to know at least that* Leyen....Leyen does not know anything anymore. My father's betrayal did not sit well with her, nor with any of us. *And when she did not reveal what poison was used under torture and pain, he'd personally buried her alive in the garden of herbs his father kept. He fancied he could still hear her muffled screams. She had nothing more than a thornbush to mark her resting place, he looks to you again, nodding* She will not object
Kendra MacGregor
.: witch :.
.: history, warfare, medicine, sex, violence,spirituality :.
.: honour, betrayal, vengeance, hope and despair :.
Hell's Troubadours
says to Kerrigan Blackthorne Bla:
Her head snapped back up, dark violet eyes searching his again, his answer only bringing about more questions..but then, that was his way. She opened her mouth, paused..then closed it. She considered the whole affair, her gaze turning one last time to the Loch Isle as if it held her answers. Her head tilted to the side, eyes distant as they looked into the mist and beyond. A long moment later, she looked back up at him, nodding.
Aye, take me tae yer fathair, take me tae Faroe.
Kerrigan Blackthorne
Blademaster
Fate on a Knife Edge
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
is near/on the northern tip of Loch Obha (Loch Awe)
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
*He did something then he'd never done, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, more emotion than you'd ever seen painted apon his face, relief, gratitude, happiness....Hope. He reigns it in quickly, for a moment more reminiscent of his brother than he, he steps back, clapping a fist to his chest in salute* Thank you. I have faith that it will be a short trip Magister. I will tell the men to make ready *His face slips back to it's usual controlled serenity, the sudden burst of blatant emotionalism gone. It had been a long, long two years by all accounts*