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Game Master
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1/19/2013 12:53:10 PM
PostID: 430987
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Jenai moves normally until she reaches the edge of the firelight and stands in half-shadow. The little man is still watching from his perch, only he is now on his hands and knees with only his head leaning over to watch. She can tell he could easily hide from them if he lay down, the ceiling beam more than wide enough to hide his whole body. She guesses he could probably walk across the room and back again without being seen. He has a compact face, wrinkled and worn with a long nose, a short mouth and feathery brown hair with tints of gray.
Just before Jenai moves into the doorway and near complete darkness, the litte creature disappears. She doesn't see him for several moments. She stops, focusing on the beam and closing out the other sounds in the hall. She hears the slight wisp of leather on wood above her. Out of the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of him looking down on her from just over her right shoulder. Then he is gone again, quickly springing from one beam to another so that now he is directly behind her. She barely hears him crouch down, but she knows he is still there, intently watching.
Secure Rolls:
B spot 1d20(20)+8 = 28
B hide 1d20(5)+12 = 17
B silent 1d20(5)+8 = 13
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
1/19/2013 7:24:58 PM
PostID: 430997
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Jenai pauses for a moment to think. Flat against a wall and hiding, stands for a few minutes, then turns to face the guy, and winks at him. She holds up her finger for him to wait, then moves from the shadows. She moves casually back to the campfire, and sidles next to Abril.
"It's getting a little tight in here for me, and I've got some issues on my mind. I'm going to go walk around. I can take care of myself, please don't ask anyone to follow, and could you please cover for me with Eclaf?
She's trying to get a message through to Abril with the way she speaks, and hopes that her friend is not so cold as to completely miss the message.
After getting a nod of some sort from Abril, Jenai moves back to where she was when she winked at the small man and disolves back into the shadows. Her intent is to move off somewhere where there is no one else and attempt to strike up a conversation.
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Game Master
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1/23/2013 5:13:59 AM
PostID: 431048
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When Jenai winks at him, the litte man ducks, like trying to dodge a spell she cast at him. Nothing happens though and she sees him grin sheepishly at her before disappearing again. She knows he is sitting in the middle of the beam, out of sight.
Abril listens to Jenai, nodding her head in understanding. When Jenai finishes, Abril stands up and without speaking to Jenai, walks over to Eclaf and leans into him. Jenai sees him put his arm around her, tightening her cloak and moving Abril closer to the fire. Abril leans her back into Eclaf's chest, winks at Jenai and looks up at Eclaf, asking him something. Jenai can tell Eclaf won't notice her gone at all, Abril has gained his complete attention.
The rest of the men sit close to the fires and talk in low, but excited tones of their deeds in the fight and how quickly it ended. She hears more than one mention her name. She moves off unnoticed by all but three men. Eadliff, one of her father's rangers, nods but says nothing, giving Jenai her space. The other two she doesn't know. One is a goth with a long scar running from his left ear to his chin and the other is one of her father's men. The goth notices her going, but does nothing, keeping to himself. The other man has broad shoulders, dark brown hair and eyes as black as marsh mud. Jenai doesn't know anything about him. He watches her leave, staring at her until he catches himself and looks away by asking for mead.
Jenai slips into the darkened hall, shivering at the sudden bite of chill now that she has left the warm hall. The little man tries to hide from her, tries to surprise her, but realizes she knows where he is hiding and drops so softly to the floor, he makes no sound. He stands just out of sword's reach, his arms hanging loose at his side. He speaks quietly and without moving his lips,I have seen you before, splashing in the moat, laughing and dancing in the hall, reading in bed past the witch's hour though you saw me not. The world has changed since the morning of your days, though your face remains are you still the same?
Secure Rolls:
Woogar bluff 1d20(18)+5 = 23
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
1/23/2013 10:58:58 AM
PostID: 431051
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Jenai keeps her voice low, as not to attract attention or echo off the cold walls. "I can say, with deep certainty, that there are few good people in the western world that are the same as they were in their youth. I grew to be wiser and stronger and a bit more cynical of things in the years gone by, but perhaps may regain my mirth when the world is more at peace."
Jenai remains unarmed, her hands not even resting on Kirsul's pommel. She is trying to relay as much friendliness as she can without succumbing to the cold.
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
1/30/2013 2:33:21 AM
PostID: 431168
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The small man, brownie as he looks lights a candle Jenai hadn't seen before and holds it up, not for him, but for her, letting her get a better look at his wizened face. His eyes first look a deep mossy green,but when he stands sideways they become a dark malty brown and they go back to green when he faces her again.
The candleight illuminates him but not the hall around him. It also warms her skin, chasing away the shivers and goosebumps,Though you have changed, your spirit remains the same. I'm sorry fortune has not better favored you. Of all the children, your laughter I loved best. Do not trust all these men with whom you ride. Two wear your father's clothes and spend his gold, yet they serve the Crooked Mage. My magics have grown small, but this even I can divine.
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
2/18/2013 2:10:14 PM
PostID: 431810
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"I thank you kindly for your words of wisdom, and assure you that my trust of those in service of my sire is tenuous at best, save Eclaf. I truly only go this way to reunite with my father and continue his work with him.
"What might I give you in thanks for your warning?"
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
2/25/2013 2:49:07 AM
PostID: 432222
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Smook is my name Jenai, your goodwill is all I shall take in trade. Wary now, one comes,even as he finishes speaking, Smook steps into shadow, almost disappearing from Jenai's sight, and most certainly from anyone coming down the hall. The lantern he was holding rests on the floor, still spreading it's warmth and light.
Jenai heard footsteps coming before Smook's warning and is ready for the blond haired man who peeks into the corridor. She has seen him often enough on the ride but never spoken Gudwart. He is a tall, well made man with bright blond hair and fine, delicate features more common to women than men. She has heard the other men joking about Gudwart's good looks and how the uroks and magyar would certainly prefer him to anyone else.
He has a questioning look on his face. She can see him peer down the other way first before turning to look at her, squinting to see her better. He steps fully into the hall and she notices the brooch holding his cloak is made of silver and with the figure of St. Jordain riding his horse inscribed surrounded by a wreath of leaves. She hears the hesitation in his voice as he asks,Lady Jenai, are you well? It's quite cold out here, could I not convince to rejoin the rest of us beside the warm fire?
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
3/25/2013 8:36:23 PM
PostID: 433812
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Jenai glares at the man, summoning up a icy glare to match the chill of the frozen moat outside. "I will return to the fire when I am ready, Gudwart. If I wished your interruption into my privacy I would have invited you. Please leave." She places her hand on Kirsul's hilt to emphasize her point, and stares at him until he leaves.
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
4/1/2013 12:45:18 AM
PostID: 434089
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Gudwart blanches and steps back like Jenai physically hit him. He stammers out,I, I ah, meant no harm m'Lady. I simply wish to see you well. There is still much to this Keep that is unknown to us. I am sorry for disturbing your private meditation. Since you have no obvious need for me, I will return to the hearth and leave you to your thoughts. Gudwart bows slightly before turning back into the Hall.
Jenai watched him closely. He talked longer than necessary and moved his hands about his medallion in a careful manner. He didn't cast a spell, of that she is sure, but he did something with his medallion. She feels no spell, so whatever he did, she doubts it was directed at her. She has also seen enough liars to know he was not speaking the truth. Gudwart's heart is as foul as his face is fair.
Secure Rolls:
Gudwart bluff 1d20(10)+5 = 15
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
4/1/2013 1:48:42 AM
PostID: 434091
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Jenai sighs, waits a few moments, then moves closer to the lantern and lifts it.
She whispers out, "Thank you, Smook. I should get back before my brother and Abril begin to worry."
She waits for Smook's reply, but after a few minutes, if there is none, she will go back to the fire.
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
4/3/2013 5:42:50 AM
PostID: 434258
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It is my joy to aid you Jenai. Go now to your father and friends and remember well the laughter you have made. It will do you well in the dark times ahead. Smook's voice trails after him. The little brownie having disappeared like fog in the morning sun.
Before Jenai makes it back to the hall she hears the soft voices of men speaking softly. The voices come from the hall and they speak of Abril in such hushed whispers because they think she is a witch. She can hear Gudwart's voice among these men. She also hears others grumbling about the strange cold and lack of food. Most of them though joke about their troubles and talk of reaching the Great Hall and all the mead and food and women there.
When Jenai steps into the doorway, she can see Abril laying close to the fire, wrapped in a wolf fur blanket she recgonizes as her brother Eclaf's. Eclaf is sitting close to her talking quietly with Eadbald and Sean Brighthart. The rest of the men are ringed around the fire acording to station and position. She sees several men gathered around a large, broadshouldered man with dark brown hair and eyes as dark as marsh mud. It is from these men she hears the most grumbling and fear of Abril. She can see Gudwart moving among the men, many who don't take to him. Two of them she sees watch him leave and make the motion of a slit throat after he passes. She can see symbols of the norse god Ull around both their necks.
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
4/26/2013 1:09:36 AM
PostID: 435073
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Jenai logs these men and the other thoughts of Gudwart and Abril away for a time when she can speak more readily and easily with Eclaf and Abril.
For now, she ignores the men and strides back toward the fire as if eagerly anticipating it's warmth (which she was, but that is beside the point) and making it a point to appear to be ignoring the conversations brewing over her friend.
She plops back down near the fire not near nor far from Eclaf and Abril, and rubs her hands together to warm them. If they greet her, fine. If not, she is not so concerned. Songbirds have their own ways...
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
4/29/2013 3:49:19 AM
PostID: 435115
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When Jenai strides back into the hearth room, the men quickly make way for her. A few grumlbe, a few loose short bursts of laughter at their fellows discomfiture, but she hears nothing serious or untoward mentioned about her or her friends.
Once she sits downs and starts warming her hands, she notices that everyone else has moved away, giving her all the space she wants. She hears a few jests about Gudwart and 'riding a hag,' but nothing more for a long while. Abril is fast asleep and snoring slightly. Eclaf, Eadbald and Sean Brighthart are talking politics, discussing her future marriage, her father's return to his first religion, the "old ways," of the norse and saxons and what that possibly means to the everyone living in the Frost March and the lands just south. They also talk of the Danes and how little help or news has come from the Daneland since Bjorn Swift-Axe, their King, sailed into the East and disappeared. Sean fears the Danes have joined the enemy's side, an opinion neither Eclaf nor Eadbald share. They believe the Danes are like everyone else, just trying to survive these hard times.
None of the men approach Jenai are try to speak to her. She can tell though, they are all very aware of her. She watches most of the men drop off to sleep as the cold night slowly passes. Laying on her furs, she notices a man pull out a sword, testing the blade with his fingers. It is a runesword, enchanted for certain. This same man also rubs oil into a rune carved bow. Jenai recgonizes the rune as Ihwar, The Hunter's Rune, a rune given to men by the once great god Uller or Ull as some call him. Jenai knows he is an old god, one of the oldest gods among the norse, some say older than Odin himself. The man is powerfully built, 5-11, probalby close to a 193lbs, with green eyes and long brown hair, beard and mustache. He is talking quietly to another man, larger still, about Gudwart and Bishop Remus, Duke Leonard and the evils those two bring. Both men, the one with the enchanted blade and his larger companion, believe Gudwart secretly works for the Bishop and plan on telling that to Jenai's father. She notices that both men wear silver rings and silver armbands with glyphs ascribed to Ull.
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
5/24/2013 10:04:35 PM
PostID: 435737
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Jenai is relieved that she isn't the only one to know about Gudwart and his ill intentions...but also finds it hard to get any sleep in this mixed company. Though she knows that none here would dare lay a finger on her in this company, she is far too wary.
Finally, she succumbs to dozing off, near Lady Abril and the fire, sometimes jolting awake as if she had fallen asleep on guard duty.
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
6/6/2013 3:45:13 AM
PostID: 435991
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Jenai jolts awake twice in the night that she remembers. The first time he brother Eclaf was there, holding her hand, touching her forhead like he feared a fever and whispering to her in a voice so low, even she couldn't make it out.
The second time she woke, shuddering and breaking a sweat, it was Sean Brighthart who came to sit close, take her hand and in a soothing voice softly singing to her. Sean's clear voice soothes not only her, but others who sleep fitfully as well.
Sometime before dawn, they run out of wood and dung for the fire and the cold descends quickly and mercilessly. Jenai, sleeping in the heaviest and finest of furs is little discomfitted by the cold, but she senses the shivering, ill rest of others around her in her hazy, oft disturbed sleep.
When she wakes, her breaths smokes the air. Looking about Jenai can see that more than half the men are gone. Many of the others sleep fitfully or shiver on watch. A few, including the man with the rune blade squat on their haunches around the cold fire, cursing the man who failed to warn the rest of their plight. Sean is sitting close to her, close enough to touch, but not, silently reading his prayer book. He notices her wake, reaches out, motioning her to silence, patience before whispering,We have run out of wood. There is nothing left to burn. Some of have gone foraging, others search the rest of the Keep for oil or wood or anything to warm us and cook breakfast. Are you hungry? I have some jerky and few old turnips.
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Jenai Bergen
(Meilandru)
6/11/2013 2:40:38 AM
PostID: 436059
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"I've got my own rations, thanks. Has a decision been made whether to try to stay here at the keep a day or to get going? It's going to be colder and windier out there, but I have this feeling its only going to get worse the longer we wait."
Jenai pulls a piece of hardtack from her pack and nibbles at it while she looks around for Lady Abril.
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