The Iron Lance

[WilliamTaillur]

We are agreed. *stands and offers Mine hand in an arm style handshake to seal the deal*

[Altharen]

**standing, He moves to grasp your wrist** Good. Then I suppose all that is left is the paperwork...

**turning to Kyle**

And I believe that this is Your honor...

**Gestures to Devona**

I'm going to need Your name on the paperwork too You know...

[WilliamTaillur]

Aye *wrist to wrist handshake then turns to Kyle*

*takes a quill pen and dips it into an ink well as Kyle moves the parchments toward Me*

Kyle, As Mine witness... Altharen agreed on 605 soverigns for everything except two bottles of white wine.

*notes those details with the quill pen in the appropriate places on the parchments...
moves the parchments up a little ... affixes Mine signature .. sets the quill pen aside ... takes hold of a candle
and pours a small amount of wax on the parchment near Mine signature ... pulls out a seal ring .. and imprints
the ring in the wax*

*turns to Altharen*  Now for Ye to seal the deal with Yers.  *standing aside so Ye have access to the parchment*

[Sir Kyle]

I was able t' find Altharen and Devona yesterday, although I did have t' wait while they conducted some private business in the library, wi' the door closed. When They came out, wi' Dev's face a flushed pink. we set about signin' off the bill of sale that William had already signed.

Altharen signed first, followed by a blushin' Devona, the Persian that doesn't really read or write olde English. I said am X would suffice since I was witnessing it, but instead She drew a Persian symbol there instead. I signed last, and congratulated Them on the ownership o' the Iron Lance. The original cpoy is filed away in the MacLaaran Council Room.

I'm sure We will soon see a dramatic competition fer business between the Lance and the Velvet Hammer. I understand that Michael MacDougal plans to take abby t' the Grand Opening.

[Altharen]

The following is a document signed by Altharen within the presence of legal council, John Blythe IV {NPC}, and further witnessed by Brom Tyrson {NPC}

^{I, Altharen, do hereby waive any right, ranks, and responsibilities associated with one establishment the "Iron Lance", and do suspend My portion of ownership indefinitely to one Devona. Upon the signing of this document, the aforenamed co-owner, Devona, shall be given full ownership of aforenamed establishment the "Iron Lance", and the undersigned shall have 24 hours to vacate.
Also let it be known that full ownership of one lass, indria, who is also called puppet,  is also included in this document. Said lass belongs, in full and with full haste to one Devona, for now and all time.
Altharen, in good faith, has made it known that the only properties and deeds currently associated with his person shall be his cottage in MacLaaran village, and any monies, weaponry, furniture or other items included therein, and one steed mare, whom is named 'Harley'. He also request that any other persons currently occupying said property be vacated within a 24 hour timeframe.
The Court Witness and Legal Council, John Blythe the Forth of England, has found these papers to be in order and it is His seal that appears hereon. Signed this Third Day of March, in the Year of Our Lorde, 1322}

In the lower left corner there are both the names of Altharen, and His witness, and legal council thus making this document official and binding

[Devona]

[Is not as fancy as Altharen note but it is Devona...long story short, Devona pays back all the money Tyra gave her to keep the lance a float so she can pay her family back....Tyra is now the fill owner of the Iron Lance.....]
(20:10:39 )
|--| Man Eater |--|

Devona
-If danger is a trade-
-I’ll learn it alone-
Realm of Kaetlwn|ST|CC|

is in the Iron Lance and says to ALL:
Glazed blood hot eyes stare across the desk towards Damon. Devona black and blue body slouches in the chair, peeking over towers of paper work the ranting man had for her to sign. The red hue to her hair and soften from the strong rays of sun from the Baash Sands, her lands. Her smirk take a more devious grin as the image of the landscape blows across her mind. Her hand moves along the paper, every so often Damon would tap the ink vessel to remind the barbarian look a like that she needed more. [Damon] ”You’re not even listen, why do I bother.....” turning he grumbles, just loud enough for her to hear, how daring of him....”I should have stuck to my first plan....” that smirk of Devona grows, so that the ivory of her teeth peeks past the pink dry flesh.

The chair would hardly make a sound as she pushes it back, setting her hands on the desk top and flinging her body over top. Once her weight was supported by the floor board she would rest her left hand on Damon neck and slowly walk him back wards. Her eyes showed turmoil, rage, insanity, he was lost in them as his back rested up against the wall. Her nose travels along his high cheek bones towards his ear. Those cracked dry lips would brush against the lob as she whispers. ”I would have respected you more, if you came in and took the Lance out from under my nose. It would have woke me up sooner, but now....” her red brows would arch as that wicked grin take hold of her lips once again.



(20:29:00 )
|--| Man Eater |--|

Devona
-If danger is a trade-
-I’ll learn it alone-
Realm of Kaetlwn|ST|CC|

is in the Iron Lance and says to ALL: Dark unmerciful chuckles flow back her lips as her long boney fingers tighten around his neck, her shoulder curling towards him into the pressure. Then, just as quick as she leaped over the desk she pulled back, putting some distance between them. ”I am done Damon, this was never my tavern, we all know that. I do not have the responsibilities of being a mistress anymore....so I live for me....” she returns to the chair behind the desk and motions me closer. ”Write me up something,......” her eyes would light up to him, ash lashes bat. ”please.......” Tilting to the side her hand would disappear beneath the desk and she would drop a heavy coin bag on the desk. Damon eyes would widen, saliva would almost start to pool in the corner of his mouth. ”This is the money, plus some for her kindness and loyalty for Tyra. She is now the full owner of the Iron Lance.......” cautiously Damon would take a chair and start to write out such an agreement. Afterwards Devona would do her best to scan it over, making sure his name was no were on it, and it indeed said what she wanted. Signing it she would slap the surface of the desk and stand up. ”Then that is that......” she would gaze over the room as the memories start to tap on her minds door. Some warmed her heart, others that send her into madness made her laugh now. Tailing her finger over the frame of the office door she take off a small coin pouch and tosses it towards damn. Raiding and working for the Emperor of Baash had made her come into some wealth, though one could not tell from how she dressed, or lived. ”for not sticking to your plan, and for creating that time for puppet and I, the ones that will be with me until my last breath...” She would skirt around the main room and head out back.
 

(20:41:11 )
|--| Man Eater |--|

Devona
-If danger is a trade-
-I’ll learn it alone-
Realm of Kaetlwn|ST|CC|

is in the forest and says to ALL: Pulling up the hood of her cloak she would walk her way out of the village, her heart becoming a bit heavy as the glow of the lanterns became softer and softer. Her lips pinch together and a high pitch whistle storms out. Off in the distance Muerte ear twitch and his hoofs would start to thunder towards Devona.

Out of the darkness the black mouth came, he looked just as tired and beat as his Mistress, just as alive. If one looked past the black and blue skin, the volumes of scars that riddled her skin, and that insane glow to her eyes they would know she was happy. Settling up on the saddle her finger tips would moves towards the back and run over the hilts of her twin scimitars. Once she was sure the wild horse did not knock anything off in his frolics she thrusts her hips forward and they take up a slow stride. She was were she needed to be, even if it was a path right to her death. Against all promises to everyone she had returned to the sand, and soon....in her mind....they would be hers.