Post by Muirne on Feb 24, 2014 17:44:18 GMT -8
(18:31:05 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: no sign of Hrodgar or Tur either, or anyone I could regard as an acquaintance... well, I didn't want to leave this way but time had other ideas... signalling a bondmaid to fetch me a scroll and writing implements as I sit at a bench, placing the sack of goods on the table...
(18:35:21 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: nodding to the bondmaid as she returns with the requested items, she places them on the table neatly before asking if I required anything else... Well, I guess a flagon of mead won't go astray... smiling at her and giving her the once-over before waving her off to her next task...
(18:39:08 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: writing out my message in bold script... "Tal Hrodgar and Tur. I trust this missive will find you both well. I apologise for leaving a note but all-too soon my visit to your home is over. I have endeavoured to seek either of you out, pressing tasks on either side seems to have prevented a face-to-face farewell. It's not idea but often, it can't be helped.
(18:40:52 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: (ah crap, stupid no paragraphs) continuing on writing... Thank you for the hospitality of the North. It was a shame I could not meet your illustrious Jarl but perhaps another time. Despite the overly cold weather, I have enjoyed my time here. Your home has a pristine harshness and beauty not seen anywhere else, at least in my travels.
(18:49:46 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: pausing my message to accept the drink from the bondmaid, making small talk with the slave as I'm want to do, sipping at the mead...
(18:58:03 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: laughing as the bondmaid tells me an amusing story of her day, slapping my palm to the table... mirth in my voice as I dismiss the female and turning back to my message...
(19:02:55 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: resumes writing... I have left small gifts as token of my thanks and appreciation. I will list them here to hopefully prevent poaching hands. For the Jarl of the Landfall: a bottle of red Turian wine, strong berry flavours and hints of Tur from the barrels. pausing a I hear a new voice at my side...
(19:28:04 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: looking at my message, ah yes, the gift inventory... resuming my writing *again*... For Hrodgar and Tur: two medium-sized wood-crafted items, a long-ship and a northmen fending off a kur, respectively. (The decoration and fine-detail to the longship made it a worthy mantle-piece, or so I thought. The other item was a rougher in design, which added to the ferocity of the poses struck by the marauder and kur.)
(19:31:31 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: gradually gets to the end of the letter... "I hope these gifts are accepted in the good spirit they were given in. The crafter of the wooden items hopes to sail with all three of you one day. Given his talent, determination and attention to detail, he will make a fine addition to any crew, I think.
(19:33:59 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: "Again, I regret to leave without a proper goodbye... Thank you and strength and prosperity to your Landfall, Jarls. - with high regards, ARES of Turia" reaching for the small candle within the writing implements and walking over to the fires to light, returning back to the bench and then grabbing a stick of wax to melt a blob of it on bottom right corner of the scroll and then pressing my signet ring into the melted patch...
(19:37:13 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: allowing the wax to harden before rolling up the scroll and repeating the process to seal it up the missive... leaving it atop the brown sack... catching the attention of a guard and directing him to the items on the table, meant for Skorravik, Hrodgar and Tur... clapping him on the shoulder before casting one last glance to the hospitable halls of the northern landfall and then braving the cold, dark walk to the ship and a new journey!
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: no sign of Hrodgar or Tur either, or anyone I could regard as an acquaintance... well, I didn't want to leave this way but time had other ideas... signalling a bondmaid to fetch me a scroll and writing implements as I sit at a bench, placing the sack of goods on the table...
(18:35:21 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: nodding to the bondmaid as she returns with the requested items, she places them on the table neatly before asking if I required anything else... Well, I guess a flagon of mead won't go astray... smiling at her and giving her the once-over before waving her off to her next task...
(18:39:08 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: writing out my message in bold script... "Tal Hrodgar and Tur. I trust this missive will find you both well. I apologise for leaving a note but all-too soon my visit to your home is over. I have endeavoured to seek either of you out, pressing tasks on either side seems to have prevented a face-to-face farewell. It's not idea but often, it can't be helped.
(18:40:52 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: (ah crap, stupid no paragraphs) continuing on writing... Thank you for the hospitality of the North. It was a shame I could not meet your illustrious Jarl but perhaps another time. Despite the overly cold weather, I have enjoyed my time here. Your home has a pristine harshness and beauty not seen anywhere else, at least in my travels.
(18:49:46 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: pausing my message to accept the drink from the bondmaid, making small talk with the slave as I'm want to do, sipping at the mead...
(18:58:03 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: laughing as the bondmaid tells me an amusing story of her day, slapping my palm to the table... mirth in my voice as I dismiss the female and turning back to my message...
(19:02:55 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: resumes writing... I have left small gifts as token of my thanks and appreciation. I will list them here to hopefully prevent poaching hands. For the Jarl of the Landfall: a bottle of red Turian wine, strong berry flavours and hints of Tur from the barrels. pausing a I hear a new voice at my side...
(19:28:04 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: looking at my message, ah yes, the gift inventory... resuming my writing *again*... For Hrodgar and Tur: two medium-sized wood-crafted items, a long-ship and a northmen fending off a kur, respectively. (The decoration and fine-detail to the longship made it a worthy mantle-piece, or so I thought. The other item was a rougher in design, which added to the ferocity of the poses struck by the marauder and kur.)
(19:31:31 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: gradually gets to the end of the letter... "I hope these gifts are accepted in the good spirit they were given in. The crafter of the wooden items hopes to sail with all three of you one day. Given his talent, determination and attention to detail, he will make a fine addition to any crew, I think.
(19:33:59 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: "Again, I regret to leave without a proper goodbye... Thank you and strength and prosperity to your Landfall, Jarls. - with high regards, ARES of Turia" reaching for the small candle within the writing implements and walking over to the fires to light, returning back to the bench and then grabbing a stick of wax to melt a blob of it on bottom right corner of the scroll and then pressing my signet ring into the melted patch...
(19:37:13 )
[PIC]
The Indolent Turian
ARES
In the Main Hall
Stoked fires warm the length of the haze filled Great Hall...
says to ALL: allowing the wax to harden before rolling up the scroll and repeating the process to seal it up the missive... leaving it atop the brown sack... catching the attention of a guard and directing him to the items on the table, meant for Skorravik, Hrodgar and Tur... clapping him on the shoulder before casting one last glance to the hospitable halls of the northern landfall and then braving the cold, dark walk to the ship and a new journey!