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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Sept 17, 2019 7:49:36 GMT 1
"On the next full moon, at the burnt Weirwood" is what Trystane had been told. Mikel felt fortunate in the quality of their company, and wise in having hired a local guide to not only get them to the site but to remain with them until they took their leave. They found somewhere to make a temporary camp which offered some concealment and the possibility to observe the burnt weirwood tree from a distance. Two or three times the guide took one or two of them around on what seemed best referred to as a patrol so that they might have a better understanding of the area and make sure nobody else was doing any watching and waiting as they had been. Finally the sun was setting and the time came to leave now so that they would not have to find their way to it in the dark.
Harold helped Mikel into his armor after the two had packed up their things. "Perhaps Trystane and I can go down and do the speaking, and the rest of you be off in the woods as a sort of reserve?" Mikel looked among his companions as he asked. He had let his cautious nature take control of his thoughts and actions and so far everyone had either agreed or simply been good natured enough to kindly go along with it. This however, was a critical moment. They would be were Lord Mandrakes servants knew where they would be, and that they had been making inquiries of their Lords business. If Lord Mandrake was the sort of man Mikel feared me may be, then fearful servants might have told him what happened believing it in their best interest.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Sept 17, 2019 22:11:26 GMT 1
Roland nodded at Mikel's suggestion. Though of the hedges his friend had shown himself a man of character, doubtless with noble ancestry somewhere in his lineage. Once more Ashara's words on the smallfolk tugged at his subconscious.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Sept 18, 2019 2:00:18 GMT 1
"Probably best to keep it to just two of us at first, aye," agreed Trystane, as his squire made the final adjustments to his armour. "Serves the dual purpose of not scaring them off and also concealing our numbers somewhat in case things go wrong. Quentyn, you stay back with Ser Roland and do exactly as he tells you."
Quentyn nodded earnestly.
"That's you all done, Ser. We'll be watching."
The young squire looked over at Roland with an optimistic smile, though Roland could see that the lad was a little nervous. Trystane had clearly picked up on it too, as he gave Quentyn a little pat of the shoulder before sidling over to Ser Mikel.
"We all ready? We ought to have a signal, something Mikel or I can use to let you know that we need you."
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Sept 28, 2019 6:46:25 GMT 1
Nodding at Trystane Mikel replied in what he thought a clever way. "If it looks like your revelation would help, I loudly say the word easy three times. As in, easy now, everyone be easy, eeeaassy." He stretched it out the third time. Mikel figured acting as if to calm everyone wouldnt be likely to be taken as a signal for reinforcements to show up. "Three times is just to be sure you heard it. If things go badly before I can get it out, I think youll know." He smiled a friendly smile, and unless anybody had more to say he nodded to Trystane and set off to the burnt weirdwood, gesturing for Harold to remain here.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Sept 29, 2019 2:35:40 GMT 1
Trystane walks alongside Mikel in silence, headed for the burnt weirwood.
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Post by Father on Sept 29, 2019 18:49:22 GMT 1
The place looks deserted, with no sign of anyone there waiting them.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Oct 1, 2019 2:02:30 GMT 1
"That's a tad worrying," Trystane says, looking around for any signs of movement, then glancing to the sky to try and gauge if they are early or late.
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Post by Father on Oct 2, 2019 15:49:36 GMT 1
This would be the night, but which time of the night is the right time is oft hard to say. All one can do is wait, but there remains no sign of anyone to meet, suggesting ever more strongly that nobody will be coming. Luck on time: 2d6 7
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Post by Trystane Sand on Oct 2, 2019 22:39:43 GMT 1
"How long does one wait in such situations? I am beginning to suspect they might have stood us up," Trystane asks Mikel.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Oct 4, 2019 5:47:23 GMT 1
Not long into their wait Mikel had dismounted and tied his horse to a tree with a knot that could quickly and easily by undone. He kept an unclasped cloak wrapped around him as he paced and peered into their surroundings. "Aye, they might have. Though I will continue to hope they show up, perhaps by telling myself they will only feel safe enough to leave when everyone else has fallen asleep and the guards are tired and wrapped in their cloaks. I'll prefer being tired and knowing I was duped to leaving early and wondering if they came later." Mikel took in a long breath and let it out slowly, staring at the moon as he did so. "Might not be a bad idea to have a look around though, if moving a bit will help? Make sure nobody has moved up in the darkness. Nice and quiet, good and careful, and definitely not too far out. I can wait here while you do so unless you'd rather remain?"
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Post by Trystane Sand on Oct 5, 2019 0:08:46 GMT 1
"You may be right. It's not like I have any other plans for the night anyway. You go look around. I'll keep watch here in case they show up."
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Oct 5, 2019 6:57:32 GMT 1
Grinning at Trystane's comment he nods and makes his way to his horse. Removing the tie, he mounts and makes off for a very short patrol - as far as patrols go - around the burnt Weirwood. "Ill be back." And then he's away into the night.
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Post by Father on Oct 7, 2019 9:55:22 GMT 1
Night passes, and no sign of anyone.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Oct 9, 2019 23:41:05 GMT 1
"Fuck's sake!" Trystane growls, after several pointless hours of alternating patrols and interminable waiting, with no sign of anyone. He kicks the burnt weirwood several times, then paces angrily until Mikel returns from the most recent lap of the area.
"They're not coming. We've been fucking had! What now?!"
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Oct 10, 2019 0:07:09 GMT 1
Mikel sighs, rubbing tired eyes before replying. "Well fuck. How about we find some place to get some rest, plenty of good sites nearby, and once seen to that ride to the village and speak with the womans mother. I imagine she'll know more then anyone else might."
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