Birthright: Tuornen, Chapter Two

[RocEter]

Foerde nods in agreement. "That's right." He says to her. "Now time for bed, we have a big a day tomorrow. After I make that frame for your story, we are going to on a little trip. We can stop at the Auld Oak for lunch."

Standing up he grabs his violin. "Come on, I play you a song while you go to sleep."

''Oh, will you play Maeve's Lily?"

"Sure." Foerde says, the flashes a toothy grin at Gael. While she is getting into her bed and getting comfortable he tunes his violin. Once she is comfortable. He starts playing Maeve's Lily.

[steveflam]

The plump lady issues a throaty giggle.
''You're so brave, and so handsome!''

Roald makes a slight bow, "You flatter me, madame." He glances at Dominica, "But I'm afraid I'm distracted from my job enough as it is."

The red haired twenty year old smiles confidently at Roald. "So glad to oblige, Sir. Whom might I have the pleasure of speaking to? I do not think we have been properly introduced, sir. We converse and we do not know each others names."

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald makes a polite bow, turning his face to hide the gash on his face. "I am no 'sir', madame, just a sellsword of little repute. I am called Roald." He smiles at Dominica. "And though I do not know your name, fair lady, I do like what I"ve learned of you so far.

[steveflam]

Dominica smiles, pleased. "Well I shall still be polite and call you Sir Roald. I am Dominica. Lady Dominica Barilia of Ruorven in Coeryanys. It is an honor to meet you. Do not sell yourself short, sire. Every person is important, in my eyes, as I have learned over the years."

She curtsies as she speaks, smiling at Roald. "Now please forget the formalities, they can be so tiresome, don't you find? Be yourself around me, Sir Roald as I will be in your presence. Would I be so bold as to suggest we venture out this room and let trouble find our blades?"

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

BROKEN WALL

Renn gives a hoarse cheer as he sees the men break, and continues pouring arrows into the routed raiders. The explosion dulls his senses for a moment, but then, thankfully, he sees the Duke instead of more Alamaiens. By Devlin returns with his knight, Renn's fingers are raw stiff, feeling as if his bowstring has cut down to the bone. He raises his bow in salute in Devlin's general direction.

"That's the way we do it lads!" He shouts to his guards. "Hold fast!"

He then turns to see Coll and the rounders. He wipes blood from his forehead, unsure if it's his own. "The fighting's not over by a damned sight, I'd wager. Good work, Coll, double rations for you when the fighting's done.

He looks at the brawlers and plants his bow on the ground. "You've come ready for a scrap, lads? Well you'll earn you're ale tonight--form up!"

[Varrus the Ethical]

Dominica smiles, pleased. "Well I shall still be polite and call you Sir Roald. I am Dominica. Lady Dominica Barilia of Ruorven in Coeryanys. It is an honor to meet you. Do not sell yourself short, sire. Every person is important, in my eyes, as I have learned over the years."

She curtsies as she speaks, smiling at Roald. "Now please forget the formalities, they can be so tiresome, don't you find? Be yourself around me, Sir Roald as I will be in your presence. Would I be so bold as to suggest we venture out this room and let trouble find our blades?"

"I'm afraid that I must refuse, madame. Sir Rory paid me to defend the lives and honor of the ladies in this room, including yourself. And though I am not a man of honor, I am a man of my word." Roald gestures at the broken toy. "And in any case, I think trouble can find us just fine."

[steveflam]

"Oh, pity. Well I guess I shall not be needing this, then." She looks at Roald and expertly flips her short sword in her hand before letting it slide in her scabbard.

She kicks the toy and sighs. "Well, perhaps another time then, sir?"

[Varrus the Ethical]

"Perhaps, when duty isn't in the way. Though I would keep your blade handy. There's no telling if the Young Duke will be able to keep the army attacking the city's walls at bay. Things could get...interesting here at Caer Haes if he cannot."

[steveflam]

"Perhaps, when duty isn't in the way. Though I would keep your blade handy. There's no telling if the Young Duke will be able to keep the army at the city's walls. Things could get...interesting here at Caer Haes if he cannot."

The red haired woman frowns in feigned innocence. "Sir, I am but a woman. What could I do with my blade here. Apparently only menfolk can be of use in battle, according to" and here she coughs "Sir Rory. I suppose he would know, seeing as I am sure he is right now, armed to the teeth, ready to defend the honor of his new Duke."

[Varrus the Ethical]

"My lady, I am sure that you have quite a bit of experience with blades of all shapes and sizes."

[steveflam]

"My lady, I am sure that you have quite a bit of experience with blades of all shapes and sizes."

"My, Sir Roald, you insinuate I am experienced with many types of blades. You might be right, sir. I would like to ask you something." She walks over and leans up and whispers in his ear.

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"I am willing to bet you that I am in fact older than you are, sir. If I do win, allow me to go with you and battle. This dullard guard can take care of these non combatants. I assure you, I am very good at what I do. That is in battle. We can talk about the bedchamber another time."

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald speaks in low voice. "I do not doubt your prowess, either in the battlefield or the bedchamber. I've fought and killed enough women in my time to know the look of one who can handle herself. And if you must know, I am nearing five and thirty. Though whatever the outcome of your wager, I'm afraid I cannot abandon my post."

[steveflam]

The red haired woman smiles, eyes twinkling. In a low voice and very candid "Very well. I will tell you that I am older than you by near a decade. Life has been very good to me as you can well see. And yes, I am very good with a blade and other weapons. Unfortunately for me, I have breasts and not a penis. But alas, this I can live with. I shall leave you to your duties, but keep my blade at the ready, sir."

She leans on the tip of her toes and kisses him on the cheek before moving away and walking over to the door. She unsheathes her short sword and keeps it at the ready

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald smiles at the kiss, and is still smiling as he turns to Domincia and says, "Madame, if you depart, who's to protect me from the flock of frightened woman that are locked in this room with me? Truly, you don't mean to have one simple guardsman protecting me?"

[steveflam]

The red haired woman grins "I shall not leave this room. Sir Rory the fierce warrior decreed I stay here with the women, Sir Roald."

She leans on the wall and wiggles her eyebrows, eyes laughing. "I retort to you, sir. Leave me not here. And you have me at a disadvantage. You have me in my birthday suit. If battle finds this room, I fear for our foes." She winks.