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Medieval => Castle MacLaaran => Topic started by: Praegorn on August 14, 2007, 08:01:48 PM
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Just a venture into isolating the events at our common meeting place and home, MacLaaran Castle.
As opposed to the village of MacLaaran thread, this would focus only on what goes on in the castle (are you listening, Tristram? you're being watched! ;) *insert evil snicker* Should happenings move back and forth, well...do as ye may. *LOL*
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Praegorn awoke with, uttering a low groan as his mind stirred to the beginnings of awakefulness. Stretching his hand to his side, a sigh of disappointment escaped him and his eyes flashed open and confirmed the worst....that she was nae still here. Turning now to his side, he came up to an elbow and rested his head on his hand, his other hand tracing the very slight impression still left on it from Serenitee's stay the night before. Thoughts of the beautiful lady stirred rapidly in his head, awakening him from the rather pleasant dreams he had still clung to from his sleep. Turning once more on his back, he reached his hands up in the air as if to hold on to the dreams, even as they faded, though the blush experienced on his cheeks would last a few minutes more. Nodding his head after a bit, he sat up and carefully slipped from his bed, and taking care not to disturb the other side where his love had slept, he placed the hastily scrawled note once more upon that side as a reminder to the castle servants to not disturb that side either.
Standing then, he stretched his arms skyward and yawned loudly, then went to a sideboard to find the bowl of water with which he was his face. Refreshed after his wash, he dressed rapidly as he remembered he had much business to do that day, and he was in a haste to do it. Turning a last time to look at his bed, eyes looking still for the impression on the sheets, he closed his eyes briefly and imagined her still there, smiling at him mischieviously, her lovely blonde hair still haphazardly strewn about, the very image of the "bedhead" look she was teased about early that fateful night. Still another sigh, and a mumbled comment about mooning over Serenitee as if he were a child with his first crush, he chided himself and then left the room, hastening down the stairs and to the Hall's entry door.
Catching a "good morning to you sir!" whispered by one of the lasses as she passed him on his way out, he took the traveling pack offered to him per his instructions the day before and nodded to the yawning seth on his way out and to the sleepy village below.
continued here: http://www.webmaze.com/forum/index.php?topic=152.165
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whisper'n quietly to Prae, so hopefully no one will hear Prae, isn't it bad enough there are rumors about You and I already?....now You go and admit in public that You're watc'n Me...... how will we explain this now? *L*
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~reads, and reviews and still misses the mention of..~Tris?? What the hay, man? I never said a thing about watching ye! Don't tell me ye are so....wanting company now that ye mistake me for *insert woman's name here*!
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*Overhears Prae and Tris talking and pokes her head around, to eavesdrop better. Catches Tristram whispering to Prae and assumes he's whispering sweet nothings.....*
*Covers her mouth and runs away before she bursts out laughing*
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seems You nay read far enough......*L*
As opposed to the village of MacLaaran thread, this would focus only on what goes on in the castle (are you listening, Tristram? you're being watched! Wink *insert evil snicker* Should happenings move back and forth, well...do as ye may. *LOL*
Hey, we never said anything about You as spi whisper'n, so nay be ummmmmm "pok'n" that head around with Prae and M'self....*L*
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Seems like ye should be the editor, Tris. I totally forgot I wrote that. See how forgettable you are to me? I guess this just means it wasn't meant to me. You should be with Megana like she has been wanting. ~rotflmbo!!!
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awwww pouts and throws a lil fi dang Prae, I gave everything to this relationship, and You toss M'aside..... I'll never be the same........*LOL*
Megana has been want'n Me??..........hmmmmmmmmm now she told Me long ago if she wanted something, she'd ask.........guess she's nay ask'n.....*L*
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wanting...wanton.....'tis all the same when Megana speaks of ye Tris! ~winks~
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~blinking sleepily into awareness, touching her tongue to her lips before parting them..letting a soft breath escape. Looking around for a moment before realizing where she is. His chambers were distinctly different from the cottage settings. Turning her cheek into the softness of the pillow as her eyes flutter closed again, her fingertips drawing up to lightly trace the line of her cheek as he had done so sweetly before feathering the gentlest of kisses upon her lips. Turning to her side, cradling a hand under her cheek as her other hand slowly moves over the indent where he had slept...the linen still slightly warm. A soft smile touches her lips as she leans up to an elbow, her tussled curls falling over one shoulder, leaving the other bared as her night shift had slid down her upper arm. A creamy expanse of her neck exposed....her breath catching a bit as she can feel the warmth of his breath whispering against her. Nothing could be as wonderful as falling asleep with his arms warmly around her~
~she had been afraid to open her eyes as the night before could have been the very dream she had been having for months. Sitting more fully up, drawing her knees upward toward her chest, hugging her arms about them....thoughtfully resting her cheek to her knees as she softly smiles into the sun's warming rays, streaming though the part in the draperies. Lightly running the fingers of her hand through her curls, silky tendrils snagging a bit. Lifting her hand, her eyes softening, glistening as she confirms what she had hoped. Last night had been real....bringing the precious symbol to her lips lightly....a smile so loving and soft cast upon her lips. Laying back, wanting to bask a bit longer in these feelings, tugging the covers up under her chin as she reaches and drags his pillow to her, hugging it tightly...sighing softly as she closes her eyes for a while longer~
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Hmmmm...a relationship between Prae and Tris...whatever is the world coming to? Tris I would think Ye a wee bit too (I would say large but that opens up a whole new topic *L*) substianstal to be tossed.
As for Ye tender sensabilities....ummm Ye are not that easily wounded. There is always one constant we can count on Tris and that is that Ye will always be the same ;). Wanders off humming Me favorite dirty lil scottish diddy. The always demure Lady Emerald
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reads that, and reads it again, then again, not sure if I was insulted or complimented? *L*
so I'll take it as a compliment and bow'n low to You M'Lady thank You kindly.. ;)
((and ummmmmm I meant about being the same, nay the large comment.....*L*))
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I've read it about five times and only know I was mentioned. Nae really sure what else was being said there. But she was hardly showing any reserve as I see it. Seems to me ye've another lady that's in need of your attention, Tris. ~lol~
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~overhearing, poking her head around the corner, whispering to Prae~....And ye M'lord, hath one here, that doth need and want ye attention.....~softly chuckling, crooking her finger in a come hither motion toward him~
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oh...my! ~just grinning a whole lot and making his way over to the one woman he's always so thrilled to pay attention to~ my lady..'tis a finger of danger that you wiggle...~taking her hand and her finger to his lips, pressing a warm kiss upon it's tip~
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~after a brief time amongst the merry few in the Hall this night, Prae turned in early to his chambers upstairs and lay looking upon the ceiling for a while, the next day's event in his mind. T'was to be some gathering of men folk at the Tavern of which was the person of honor and it seemed a solid plan, even if lava (what is that lass..his future mother in law to worry so about the doings of men?) had pledged that no lass or dancing women were to be in attendance....but drink was said to be flowing and though he doubted an hour would be nearly enough time for a proper drink & get drunk time, it was free to his pocket and that was something he could be glad of. But still, he had the next day before him and after that one....then things would need to be a bit more serious...~chuckling~
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The chair creaks, groans and pops beneath his weight as he shimmies into a comforatable position. The sharp, hawk like, eyes are dull and seemingly faded. The thick, calloused hands fold atop his belly and a slow inaudible breath is released. Krull's head slumps a bit in unison with his shoulders as the ghosts of his past settle in and take hold.
Gradually his lids grow heavy and cover the emerald orbs. With each passing moment the wall of darkness created by the lids begins to take shape. In the beginning the scene before him is unreadable and out of focus. Krull continues taking long, cleansing breaths, allowing more clarity to take hold of the movements played out on the canvas before him. The air catches in his throat as he comes to the awful realization of what he looks at. In front of him stands a youngster, no more than a teenager, a short sword clutched tightly in his feeble hands. The ground is littered with bodies, some dismembered, some simply run through but none clinging to life. As the large man watches the boy's eyes flash and he charges. Krull knows what comes next and tries his best to open his eyes but is entrapped by the vision. The closer the boy comes to more clearly Krull sees himself, a long double edged blade dangling loosely from his right hand. He screams at the youth to slow his progess to no avail and at the last moment he swings the blade, tearing expertly through the tender flesh of the boy's abdomen. Both in the scene before him and in the chair, the large man shakes his head slowly, utterly ashamed.
The following image is no less disturbing and threatens to swallow the warrior's sanity whole. Krull stands amidst a village, turning slowly to survey the destruction. Everything around him has been burned to the ground and once again the ground is littered with bodies. As he walks sullenly and with careful attention payed to each step, he skirts the severed limbs, slain pets and various other tragedies of war. The area seems relatively familiar though he cannot place it exactly. With a single glance to his left the horrendous scene before him makes perfect sense and his eyes squeeze tightly, his enormous frame shivering. With the inability to wipe the memory from his banks Krull is forced to relive this moment, waves of nausea coursing through his body. He feels as if he is moving in slow motion as he rushes toward the woman. Three paces away he falls to his knees as the sharpened tip of the arrow pierces her chest, sending a spray of blood over his chest. Krull reels forward, elbows digging into the softened ground, face buried in his hands.
The sobs emitting from the beast of a man in the image are mimicked as he sits in the chair. In the vision Krull falls flat on his face, the mud filling his orifices. As he does so, the warrior seated in the chair falls forward, knees connecting with a resounding "thud" as they strike the pavement. The impact is enough to pull Krull from this torturous string of memories and he looks about warily, taking his feet and dusting off the tunic. His steps are unsteady as though he is drunk as he weaves toward the exit. Just before reaching the door he doubles over and coughs violently, a spray of blood flinging from his lips. He wipes the residue with the back of his hand and steadies himself against the stones, pushing himself out the door and into the night.
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~propping herself up on her elbow, watching Prae sleep...softly smiling as she lifts a fingertip, drawing it lightly along his lips, grinning as she watches him twitch just a bit. Sighing softly thinking how nice it would be to just spend the day with him here~
~lifting a brow as she thoughtfully nibbles her bottom lip...her eyes wide as an idea pops into her mind. Quietly slipping from the bed, shivering as she pads across the cold floor....goosebumps raising all over before she manages to slip into her chemise~
~pausing to stoke the fire a bit then looking about the room....thinking. Nodding to her with a grin as she looks in her chest of drawers. Taking out two pair of silken hose, trying not to giggle...walking back to the bed, warmly smiling at the soundly sleeping figure there...admiring the bared chest. Gingerly stepping up to the bed, wrapping a stocking gently about one of Prae's wrist....securing the other end to the ornamental iron in the headboard....her movements halting as he stirs for a moment. Waiting until he's still again....taking a breath then giggling softly while tying the other hand~
~tip-toeing to the foot of the bed, binding his feet in the same manner as his wrist then dusting her hands together, happy with her wicked work. Going back to her side of the bed, tugging her chemise off and tossing it aside then slipping back into the warmth of the covers, snuggling to his side....content that he'll not be getting out of bed....at least not too easily....softly chuckling as she snugs the covers over them both, rests her head to his chest and closes her eyes.....sighing happily~
~the last thought going through her mind...one of how convenient the ornamental furnishings at the castle can be~
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~His hair still askew from the morning events, Praegorn made as if to rub his wrists but then chuckled. Certainly while he had been surprisingly bound, t'was nae as if he suffered. Nay, t'was quite the opposite, he reflected as he refreshened his face with watch from a small basin brought up from the baths below. Looking over his shoulder at the bed, the sleeping Serenitee smiling even in her sleep, Prae bent and kissed her brow. He then on his way from MacLaaran to the village below, knowing Caitlyn would have the flyers already printed and awaiting for his final approval before dispersing them to the village urchins for posting far and wide~
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Smiling on my way back from the Velvet Hammer to My Carriage Shoppe as I see the street urchins posting up the Joust Tournament flyer's. Yep, Praegorn has done His task quite well.