Malchik Posted December 8, 2004 Share Posted December 8, 2004 Tiemmo does not like the castle. Walls - oppressive, closing things away, hiding the fresh air, hiding freedom. He turns to Parr. "If we must go to the castle, which is a very big place, do you have a clue as to whom we might seek out? It would not naturally be the fighting men. Perhaps they have a historian? Would you know his or her name?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted December 8, 2004 Author Share Posted December 8, 2004 June 05, 1048 1215 "It used to be Allastair, but that was many years ago. He, or his replacement, would be the kingdom chronicler." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Melisande Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 "Well, then." Portia announces. "I thank you for your time, and we shall go and find this Allastair." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 "Or at least the current Kingdom Chronicler" Tiemmo adds. He turns to Portia. "Madam, I do not know the city well, I will be happy to escort you wherever we need to go, if you know the way." He turns to the others. "Shall we go together? There may be safety in numbers!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted December 10, 2004 Author Share Posted December 10, 2004 June 05, 1048 1215 Krixox looks at Tiemmo and Portia, then breaks out laughing. "We are in the castle walls, remember? The castle keep is about a hundred paces from here." Krixox looks at Altarus, and mimics the actions of Tiemmo. "Milord," she says bowing to him. "It might be a dangerous walk, wouldst thou escort me to the castle, lest bandits fall upon me mistaking me for a person of stature?" she winks at him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted December 10, 2004 Share Posted December 10, 2004 Tiemmo stares - all this was still one building? The place he was in seemed huge. But then there was the bridge they had come over, he certainly hadn't crossed back over it. "Well, in a castle the size of a city one supposes the risks are the same as in a city! But let's go. I like to see sky above my head!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Melisande Posted December 10, 2004 Share Posted December 10, 2004 Portia laughs. "Remember the bridge? On the other side were the castle walls. We're in the castle, but this is just a part of it. There's another building in the walls called the keep. That's where we're going." She links her arm through his and asks, trying to mimic Krixox. "Willst thou escortest me to the keep?" It didn't seem to quite have come out right, but she thinks she got it at least close. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted December 12, 2004 Share Posted December 12, 2004 Altarus draws his battle axe with a returning wink at Krixox, "don't worry--as long as I'm around, bandits will think more than twice about robbing anyone within twenty paces of you, regardless of stature." Then, laughing, he returns his weapon to his belt and holds out his arm in courteous gesture, "shall we?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emry Posted December 13, 2004 Share Posted December 13, 2004 Linden chuckling at the antics of her companions follows along with a smile on her face. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted December 13, 2004 Author Share Posted December 13, 2004 June 05, 1048 1216 The several couples of the party tromp across the green and enter the keep proper. The guard there courteously informs you that yes, Allastair, is still there and his office is downstairs. A couple of more questions find you in a large room. Row after row after row of shelves are filled with scrolls and books. The scrolls are browning along the edges, and the books seem to be carefully and lovingly kept clear of all dust and dirt. A couple of elderly people are walking around, feather dusters and other gentle cleaning supplies in hand, and seem to be shocked to see you come in. "Good afternoon, gentles." a man who seems even older than the others says in a voce as dry as the papers lying around the room. "My name is Allastair. How might I be of assistance to you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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