A bit of Lucie's history ---&RPaward

[Aldwyn]

Point of view: Lucie
Main character: Lucie
Main character: Herron
Passerby: Mikhail

**This is a post from Lucie from our old clan forums so that the rp is not lost**


I hope no one minds me posting these. I thought I lost them for good, but recently discovered them buried on a computer I am getting ready to toss. I don't want to lose them again!

These three logs are from when Lucie was in the process of going for Red Eagles. Some things happened to her along the way and she eventually found her way to Mayene, which became her home. Her new-found purpose among the Winged Guard helped Lucie's troubles with ale! Anyway, some back story for the archives, and for any new members.


Callisidrin Avenue
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.

get keg purse
Lucie gets a small keg from a small purse.

l in keg
It's less than half full of a dark liquid.

Bridge Across a Canal
[ obvious exits: N S ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A bee busily flies from plant to plant.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
An Illianer lady brushes past you, her chin held high.

Callisidrin Avenue
[ obvious exits: N S ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.

Square of Tammaz
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A black cat meanders to an unknown destination.

Square of Tammaz
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
The waters of a blue-veined marble fountain pour forth here.
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A stout wooden barrel stands nearby.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
A gleeman is here, wearing a cloak of different colored patches.
A stuffy lord of Illian is here, looking down his nose at you.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
The Illian town crier stands here, spreading the news.
The postmaster stands here, ready to deliver the mail.

Herron grins at Lucie.

Lucie stumbles forward.

Lucie giggles softly into her hand.

An Illianer lord leaves south.

Lucie slurs 'I discovered something...'

Lucie is carrying:
a small keg
a stable ticket
two copper pennys
four gold crowns

Herron peers closely at Lucie; she should guard her secrets carefully...

Herron looks you up and down, tapping the ruby on the pommel of his rapier.

Herron strokes his beard thoughtfully.

Lucie leans forward to whisper, smelling of alcohol.

Lucie whispers 'This stuff is great.'

drink keg
Lucie drinks the dark beer.

Herron grins to himself...better stay alert..

Lucie wipes her full lips with her sleeve.

Lucie hiccups.

drink keg
Lucie drinks the dark beer.

Herron leans forward, catching the scent of the porter.

Herron looks at Lucie.

A black cat has arrived from the north.

A low resonant horn blast fills the city as a merchant ship leaves the harbour.

The sun rises.

Lucie cringes in terror.

Lucie throws her hand up to shield the sun's light.

Lucie squints.

Lucie says 'My eyes!'

Herron frowns.

Herron says 'It is only dawn, lass.'

Lucie swings her head around to look at you.

The day has begun.

Herron says 'Blood and ashes, you can drink your flaming featherbrain right off the wagon.'

Lucie 's eyes bulge.

Lucie says 'Ugh, I think I don't feel so well.'

Lucie says 'Huh?'

Lucie says 'You say something?'

Herron gets a water skin from a small purse.

A black cat plays with a terrified mouse.

lo herron

This sun-darkened man moves with the schooled grace of a soldier.
His battle-hardened face is framed by a short beard that
leaves his upper lip bare, and cold cobalt eyes meet yours.

Herron is in excellent condition.

lo cat
Small, black and highly intent on its own personal comfort, this cat sneaks
around searching for a good time. Its search holds no apparent pattern, and
its strange meanderings holds some amusement for an idle watcher. Its ebony,
silken fur speaks highly of its personal habits.

A black cat is in excellent condition.

Lucie points a wavering finger to the mouse.

Lucie says 'I suddenly feel like that terrified mouse.'

Lucie snorts.

Lucie feels sober again.

Herron takes out his pipe as he edges backward to the fountain, frowning at the scurrying mouse as he lights his tabac with a flare of flint.

drink keg
Lucie drinks the dark beer.

Lucie says 'Oh that was a mistake.'

A black cat leaves east.

Herron says 'Been drinking all night at the dicehouses?'

Herron puffs on his pipe.

Lucie blinks her eyes, trying to focus on your beard.

Lucie shakes her head slowly.

Herron strokes his beard thoughtfully.

Lucie sharply inhales, then runs behind the fountain, vomiting noisily.

Herron glances around at the light murmur of a morning crowd bustling through the square, then jumps as he hears you emptying your stomach.

Lucie grips the edge of the fountain as she falls to her knees.

Herron says 'Mother's milk!'

Mikhail has arrived from the south, riding an Illianer steed.

drop keg
Lucie drops a small keg.

Mikhail stops using a water skin.

Mikhail gently fills a water skin from a fountain.

Mikhail puts a water skin on his belt.

Herron moves to Lucie and helps her to her feet.

Mikhail gets a plate of yellow peppers and pork from a backpack.

Mikhail leaves north riding an Illianer steed.

Lucie heaves as the keg rolls to the far side of the square.

Lucie shrugs off Herron's assistance.

Herron says 'Leave it be lass, come with me, I'll get you well.'

Lucie murmurs 'I can do it myself...'

Herron takes you by the arm. 'I'll haul you over my shoulder like a sack of grain if I must.'

Herron says 'Fool girl.'

Lucie stands, wavering.

Lucie swallows with difficulty.

Lucie cries 'I think there's chunks...'

Herron pulls your arm around his shoulders. 'Can you walk?'

Herron frowns.

Lucie turns and vomits into the fountain.

Lucie wipes her mouth with her hand.

Herron mutters about the mess before lifting you easily in his arms.

lo lucie
Dark hair shimmers like raven's wings and falls down the back of this
young thing. Wide aquamarine eyes framed by long lashes look better suited
to a femme fatale than this gamine ingenue. She holds her weapon clumsily,
yet proudly.

Lucie is in excellent condition.

follow herron
Lucie now follows Herron.

Herron leaves south.
Lucie follows Herron.

(To the Bee, of course.)

Lucie groans.

Easing the Badger
[ obvious exits: N S U ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
An Illianer man stands here.
Nieda Sidoro is keeping a sharp eye on her establishment.

Herron says 'Mattin sent me.'

Nieda Sidoro opens the door to the Golden Bee.

Herron leaves south.
Lucie follows Herron.

The Golden Bee
[ obvious exits: N ]
A large stone fireplace is set into the wall.
A chair made of red oak rests next to the table. [3]
A large round table built from black oak dominates the center of the room.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A shapely young woman skillfully weaves amongst the chaos, taking orders.
A bartender serves customers with a greedy smile.

The door closes quietly.

Herron places you down gently in the oak chair, telling you to wait there as he approaches the bar.

Lucie moans woefully.

Herron whispers something to the barmaid, glancing back at you over his shoulder, his pipe no longer smoking as he chews on the stem.

Lucie fumbles in her purse.

Lucie mumbles '...something to help...'

get goblet purse
Lucie gets a wooden goblet from a small purse.

Herron says 'Warm milk, with your morning spice blend. We've got another casualty of the night.'

A shapely young woman says 'Too young to drink are we, Companion Herron?'
A shapely young woman giggles.
A shapely young woman gives a mug of milk to Herron.

Lucie drinks the mulled wine.

Lucie cries 'Ugh!'

Herron takes the goblet from you forcibly.

Lucie drops a wooden goblet.

Herron says 'No!'

Lucie moans 'noooo...'

Herron mutters to himself in complete disgust.

Lucie cries softly.

Herron gives you a mug of milk.

Herron says 'Drink this first, your stomach can't handle the tea yet.'

Lucie grips the mug lightly.

Lucie feels sober again.

Lucie looks into the mug warily.

Lucie moans 'How do I know you aren't trying to kill me?'

Lucie looks up at you with a wary, unfocused gaze.

Herron fights back from smacking you upside your head.

Herron says 'Don't be a featherbrained chit, just drink it.'

Lucie pushes the tangles of vomit-covered hair out of her face.

Lucie tastes the milk with hesitation.

Lucie scrunches her face with distaste.

Herron mutters to himself as he opens a cupboard behind the bar, taking out small paper pouches with ink scrawled on them... 'Bluewort. A bit of chainleaf... and a touch of marshwhite.' He frowns over his shoulder at you. 'I think your stomach is too weak to handle any fennel.'

Lucie cautiously fills her lungs and lets out a long deep breath.

Lucie sips the milk.

Lucie head nods forward, the mug of milk slipping from her grasp.

Herron empties the contents of the pouches into a hot cup of water, stirring it slowly as it steeps. 'You are lucky that a soldier such as myself is as bloody well versed in these sort of remedies as dressing wounds in the flaming field, lass.'

Lucie drops a mug of milk.

Lucie goes to sleep.

Lucie is awakened by Herron.

Lucie blinks.

Lucie whimpers softly.

Herron pulls one of your eyes open, frowning as he taps your head lightly. He pushes a steaming hot cup of tea to your mouth. 'Drink slowly.'

Herron says 'It is bitter, but it will help more than anything else.'

Lucie shrinks back, pushing you away.

Lucie whispers 'I'm tired.'

Lucie continues 'Not thirsty.'

Herron takes your chin and pulls it open lightly, letting the tea run trickle across your tongue. 'Swallow.' He orders, a bit gruffly. 'And sip it slowly, you need this before you rest or you'll be emptying your flaming guts all day.'

Lucie coughs a bit, then swallows obediently.

Lucie 's body sags in her chair.

Herron says 'Now drink.'

Lucie slowly looks up at you and deliriously replies 'Yes papa.'

Herron stares at the ceiling, muttering curses.

Lucie drinks the tea and moans softly.

Herron nods in agreement.

Lucie sets the tea aside and leans forward, head in her hands.

Herron takes a seat across from you, waving for the barmaid to clean up the mess.

Herron says 'Clean this up.'

A shapely young woman says 'Just let me get these dirty things out of your way, Companion Herron.'
A shapely young woman gets a mug of milk.
A shapely young woman gets a wooden goblet.
A shapely young woman wipes down the table with a green rag.

Herron nods in agreement.

Lucie whispers 'Don't be mad, papa.'

Lucie starts to cry into her hands.

Herron frowns at your sullied hair. 'You'll need a bath when you awake.' He mutters, more to himself. 'I'll let Nieda know to draw one.'

Herron puts his arm over you. 'What causes you to drink so? Bloody ashes, lass, you take a swell like the night before a deployment.'

Lucie glances up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Lucie softly says 'You left me.'

Herron frowns.

Herron says 'I never left you lass. I'm here.'

Herron mutters about Murandian deadbeats.

Lucie tilts her head to the side, confused.

Lucie whispers '...but you did. You left with mother. You left me alone.'

Lucie frowns and rubs her eyes,

Herron says 'I'm not your father, Lucie.'

Herron says 'Here, have another cup of warm spiced milk.'

A shapely young woman says 'Too young to drink are we, Companion Herron?'
A shapely young woman giggles.
A shapely young woman gives a mug of milk to Herron.

Herron gives you a mug of milk.

Lucie absently raises the mug to her lips.

drink mug
Lucie drinks the milk.

Herron takes out another pouch of tabac, packing it into the wide bowl of his pipe before lighting it, drawing in the blue smoke deeply.

Lucie sluggishly leans toward you, resting her head on your shoulder.

Lucie whispers 'You smell like my father.'

Lucie says '...but he wasn't kind.'

Lucie sighs despairingly.

Herron strokes his hand in your hair, running his arm across you as he kisses your brow softly. 'Some men are harsh.'

Lucie murmurs softly 'Maybe you aren't my father.'

Herron smiles at Lucie.

Herron softly nuzzles Lucie's neck.

Lucie stiffens.

Lucie shakes her head slowly.

Lucie stands up.

Lucie rests a hand on the table, her knuckles turning white with effort.

Herron looks at Lucie.

Lucie wavers a bit.

Herron says 'Easy, lass... take your movements slow.'

The Golden Bee
A dark mahogany bar lines one wall of this private tavern for the Illian
Companions. A few polished tables take up most of the room here, surrounded
by dark polished-oak chairs inlaid with gilt. There is a fireplace along
the southern wall, its mantle carved with nine golden bees.
[ obvious exits: N ]
A large stone fireplace is set into the wall.
A chair made of red oak rests next to the table. [3]
A large round table built from black oak dominates the center of the room.
A shapely young woman skillfully weaves amongst the chaos, taking orders.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A bartender serves customers with a greedy smile.

Lucie moves toward the bar.

Herron reaches forward to put his hand on yours, stopping you from heading there.

Lucie whispers to a bartender 'ale please?'

Herron says 'You're not getting another drink.'

Lucie turns slowly to look at you.

Herron says 'Now sit, fool girl.'

Lucie tries to pull her hand out of yours.

Lucie 's eyes clear a moment, painted with desperation.

Herron pulls you back into your seat easily, muttering about herding cats.

Herron frowns.

Lucie sits into the chair like a heap of grain.

Lucie weakly mutters.

Herron looks at Lucie.

Lucie looks in her purse for a flask.

Herron says 'You need rest now, lass.'

Lucie grins triumphantly.

Lucie gets a leather water flask from a small purse.

Lucie giggles.

Herron frowns.

Lucie unstops the flask and smells the contents.

Herron takes the skin from your clumsy hand, smelling it for himself.

Lucie gives a leather water flask to Herron.

Lucie cries softly.

Lucie moans 'There was oosquai in there before.'

Lucie stands uncertainly, stumbling for the door.

Herron frowns and dumps the remainder onto the floor, before handing it to the serving maid and asking her to wash it out before filling it with water.

Lucie tries to grasp the latch, but keeps missing.

Herron says 'No lass, you are staying here until you sleep.'

Herron says 'And get over whatever troubles you are battling.'

lo herron
This sun-darkened man moves with the schooled grace of a soldier.
His battle-hardened face is framed by a short beard that
leaves his upper lip bare, and cold cobalt eyes meet yours.

Herron is in excellent condition.

Lucie narrows her eyes and stares fiercely at Herron.

Herron stands and maneuvers you back to your chair, frowning down at you.

Lucie struggles in vain, kicking.

Lucie cries 'I'm not sleeping here!'

Herron is unfazed as your boot strikes his shin, not even issuing a grunt. His grip tightens as he forcibly sits you down. 'Not here, there are beds waiting upstairs... and a hot bath.'

Lucie stares daggers at you, looking sullen sitting in the chair.

Lucie leans over and rests her head on the table.

Herron grunts a laugh as you glare at him, mouth working around the long-stem of his pipe as he takes his seat next to you once more, chewing over his dead pipe again.

Herron strokes his beard thoughtfully.

Lucie 's hair covers her face as she softly cries. 'Mia ayende'

Lucie whispers to herself 'Sa souvraya niende misain ye'

Herron strokes his hand through your raven hair, frowning to himself as chunks of... something come away in his fingers, which he cleanses with a table rag.

Herron says 'What was that? Old Tongue...'

Lucie grows weary again, all fight draining from her body.

Herron says 'Not every day you hear a lass of your age speak that way... I wonder if you know the meaning, or if you hadn't just caught it from some passing study.'

Herron looks at Lucie.

Lucie murmurs softly to herself.

Herron says 'You are not lost in your mind, lass.'

Lucie snores.

Herron chews on his pipe, rolling it across his teeth as he watches you sleep, wondering if there is more to this Murandian street wanderer than he originally though.

Herron looks at Lucie.

Herron grins to himself, admiring your long lashes and pale beauty as you sleep contently, his eyes following down your body before stopping at your waist. He frowns, noticing a set of lockpicks around your belt.

Herron mutters to himself in complete disgust.

Lucie moans softly as she dozes.

Lucie stirs as she begins coughing.

Herron says 'Follow me lass, I've got a bed and bath awaiting.'

Lucie lifts her head, the rim of the table edge clearly imprinted on her forehead.

Herron tells Lucie 'rofl'

Lucie tells Herron ';)'

Lucie smiles blearily.

Herron stops himself from laughing, helping you to your feet.

Lucie stands slowly, gripping your hand.

Herron says 'I will see you later, and we will have to have a little chat about your hobbies other than drinking.'

Lucie stifles a whimper of a yawn.

Lucie stinks. Bad.

Herron jingles your lockpicks in his hand, the ring dancing across his fingertips before he palms it.

Herron says 'Make an exit, you louts!'

An Illian Companion opens the door for you.

Herron leaves north.
Lucie follows Herron.

Easing the Badger
[ obvious exits: N S U ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
Nieda Sidoro is keeping a sharp eye on her establishment.

The door closes quietly.

Herron leaves up.
Lucie follows Herron.

Narrow Hallway
[ obvious exits: E S W D ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.

Herron leaves south.
Lucie follows Herron.

Cozy Room
[ obvious exits: N ]
A board listing the events and festivals of the land is mounted on a wall.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
The innkeeper bustles about, helping guests into rooms.

The innkeeper stores your belongings and helps you into your private chamber.
Lucie stops following Herron

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[Aldwyn]

Point of view: Lucie
Main character: Lucie
Major participant: Gralin
Major participant: Kalm
Participant: Pepin
Participant: Naomi

Lucie gets confronted by the Children of Light while visiting Amador. She meets Winged Guard Naomi.

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The Oak and Thorn Inn
[ obvious exits: E W U ]
The News Board is mounted on the wall here.
An elegant woman seems to glide as she strolls by.
A ratter is here, hunting shadoweyes.
An Amador cityguard keeps a watchful eye on all who pass by.
A Lieutenant of the Children surveys all in his line of sight.

Serenda Street
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A figure stands here, ready to collect unwanted things.
An Amador cityguard keeps a watchful eye on all who pass by.

Joziah has arrived from the north.

Joziah leaves east.

Serenda Street
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A man gambles away his purse.
An Amador cityguard keeps a watchful eye on all who pass by.
An Amador cityguard keeps a watchful eye on all who pass by.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby.

Amador Central Square
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
The corpse of a rat is lying here.
A lantern has been left here. [2]
The waters of a blue-veined marble fountain pour forth here.
A marble bench, flecked with gold and bronze, adorns the floor.
A stout wooden barrel stands nearby.
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
Tahla ni Rahein t'al'Arad, Wife to Sundar is standing here.
Gavinn of Two Rivers is resting here, riding a wild stallion.
An Amador cityguard keeps a watchful eye on all who pass by.
Gralin Navar - Child Of Light is resting here, riding a warhorse.
The Amador town crier stands here, spreading the news.

An Amador cityguard has arrived from the west.

Pepin has arrived from the north, riding a battle-trained gray destrier.
A rat has arrived from the north.

sm tahla
Lucie smiles at her.

k rat
Wimpy reset to: 194 hit points.
Lucie blast a rat's right foreleg into bloody fragments!
A rat is dead! R.I.P.
Not tired of this yet?
Lucie's blood freezes as you hear a rat's death cry.
A rat stops following Pepin.

Lucie clears her throat.

A Child of Light Lieutenant has arrived from the west.
An Amador cityguard leaves east.

rem club
Lucie stops using a spiked double handed warhammer.

Gralin stops resting, and clambers on his feet.
Gralin inclines his head in greeting to Pepin.

Gralin looks at Lucie.

Pepin nods at Gralin.

Lucie's cheeks are burning.

Lucie smiles warily.

An Amador cityguard leaves east.
A Child of Light Lieutenant leaves north.

Lucie whispers to the Amador town crier 'quest'

Gavinn stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

Kalm has arrived from the south, riding a battle-trained gray destrier.

Gralin says 'I will not have you selling that beer on the streets of Amador Lucie.'

Gavinn leaves north riding a wild stallion.

Kalm looks at Lucie.

Lucie blinks her eyes innocently.

Lucie says 'Um...'

Lucie is carrying:
a spiked double handed warhammer
four gold crowns
a lantern
ten copper pennys
a dark, barbed flail
a small keg
an apple

Lucie shakes her head.

Gralin says 'this is not Emonds Field and I hope not to see you as a dunkard in the street'

Lucie says 'This is for my own personal consumption'

Gralin nods in agreement.

Kalm says 'you should still refrain from poisoning yourself with alcohol Lucie.'

Gralin says 'You should look at the creators world as he intended Lucie not through the blur of that stuff.'

Gralin nods at Kalm.

Kalm says 'a pure body leads to a pure soul and peace with the Creator.'

Lucie stammers 'I..I will take your counsel to heart.'

Lucie looks between Kalm and Gralin, a bit terrified.

Gralin says 'Cityguard watch this one tonight.'

Lucie shrinks back.

Gralin says 'should a disturbance induced by the ale occur I wish to know.'

Kalm draws a small notepad from his pouch along with a piece of charcoal

Gralin nods at an Amador cityguard.

lo guard
The Amador cityguard is vigilant about keeping his fair city free of
criminals and carefully watches all who pass by. Though he exudes an
air of nonchalance, little goes unnoticed by him.

An Amador cityguard is in excellent condition.

Kalm swiftly sketches something into the pad and annotates it looking out of the corner of his eye at Lucie.

Lucie swallows hard, appearing conflicted.

Gralin says 'Lucie I hope t see you attend Child Taurils service in the chapel next morning.'

Lucie reluctantly moves toward the crier.

give keg crier
Lucie gives a small keg to the Amador town crier.

lo gralin

Gralin is in excellent condition.

Lucie says 'Child Tauril?'

The lightning stops.

Lucie says 'I am unaccustomed to your ways. Sorry. What service?'

Gralin says 'you do not pray each morning Lucie?'

Gralin says 'you do not thank the Creator for the air in yuor lungs?'

A battle-trained gray destrier cocks its head up sharply.

Lucie chokes. 'Err... no?'

Kalm arches an eyebrow.

Lucie rushes on 'I mean.. I do!'

Lucie nods in agreement.

Lucie says 'Yes, yes I do.'

Lucie says 'Just not... regularly.'

Gralin says 'Perhaps it is the will of the Creator that you should find this city then.'

Kalm looks at Lucie his eyes alight

Lucie 's brows raise hopefully.

Gralin says 'so that you can learn how to Walk in the Light.'

Kalm says 'she Lies Child Gralin it is clear'

Gralin nods at Kalm.

Kalm stops using a dark blue tasseled spear.

Kalm draws a dagger of gleaming steel from a white cloak with a crimson crook with a flash of steel.

Kalm says 'perhaps i should find the truth??'

Lucie 's eyes bulge. 'I speak no untruth!'

Kalm moves towards Lucie

Lucie looks at Kalm, pleading.

Gralin looks into the eyes of Lucie.

Kalm slowly smiles at Lucie his eyes cold

lo gralin

Gralin is in excellent condition.

Kalm says 'now Lucie, why dont we try this again?'

Lucie nods slowly and obediently.

Kalm says 'i believe Child Gralin asked if you pray to the Creator and Thank him for the air that fills your Lungs.'

The first light of morning shines on Amador.

Kalm says 'and i also believe you answered with a NO.'

An Amador cityguard starts beating the drum of battle.

The menacing beat of the Children's wardrum reverberates in the air!

Kalm says 'now why is that?'

Gralin says 'A most worrying answer Hand Kalm.'

Kalm nods at Gralin.

An Amador gateguard bellows 'Welcome to Amador! Walk in the Light!'

Gavinn has arrived from the north, riding a gray palfrey.

Gavinn sits down and rests.

Kalm says 'Indeed it is Child Gralin'

Lucie whispers 'I... I do thank the Light, just not every morning.'

Kalm turns to Lucie awaiting his answer

Lucie continues 'My parents... they left me.

Lucie says 'Long ago. I have had no ward.'

Gralin says 'you take the works of the Creator for granted then?'

Lucie says 'No, on the contrary!'

Kalm ponders for a few seconds then looks at you his eyes still cold

The day has begun.

Lucie says 'I would not be alive to draw breath were it not for the Creator's mercies.'

Tahla has arrived from the south.

A city lamplighter extinguishes a streetlamp.

Kalm says 'it is good to see you realise that Lucie.'

Tahla leaves north.

Kalm says 'but excuses are not good enough here.'

Lucie trembles.

An Amador gateguard bellows 'Eagle Tahla has entered Amador - Time to raise ale prices!'

Kalm moves closer to Lucie and smiles as he takes her by the hand

Kalm says 'now Lucie, do you serve the Creator?'

Lucie shivers as Kalm's hand closes over hers.

Pepin ponders life, the universe, and everything.

Lucie nods slowly. 'I do.'

Gralin raises his voice beckoning the cityguard back to the square.

Pepin says 'I would expect a more prompt answer.'

Kalm slowly increases his grip crushing Lucie's hand beneath his own.

Lucie whimpers.

Kalm says 'how do you serve him Lucie, one who does not thank him every moment of every day for the gifts he delivers?'

A Child of Light Lieutenant has arrived from the north.

Kalm increases the pressure smiling as he hears bones begin to protest

Lucie quivers as tears well in her eyes 'I... I give to the poor.'

Gralin whispers something to a Child of Light Lieutenant.

Gralin points at Lucie.

Gralin listens intently to the guards answer.

Kalm leans down and looks into Lucies eyes a faint smile on his lips

Gralin nods at a Child of Light Lieutenant.

Lucie looks down at her hand, her face twisted in pain.

Kalm says 'you give to the poor?'

Kalm says 'how else do you Serve Lucie?'

Kalm says 'a Darkfriend can give to the poor if it suits his needs'

Kalm looks at Lucie.

Lucie stammers 'I-I give of my time. T-t-to other young ones.'

Kalm slowly draws a sharp looking dagger from his belt

Lucie says 'And I even helped fight back the seanchan once...'

An elegant woman says 'If they try to invade Amadicia, the Children of the Light will kill them all!'

An elegant woman smiles, eyes shining with confidence.

Gralin says 'Perhaps you should be giving more of your time to prayer also so that you may listen to the Path the Creator has for you.'

Kalm says 'as do many who are known to be Darkfriends Lucie.'

nod gralin
Lucie nods at him.

lo kalm
A tall man is stood here. An air of confidence exudes from his being. He
s at you from beneath his white cowl with eyes that seem to penetrate
your soul. With a small smile he turns and nudges his mount to continue on
its way.

Kalm is in excellent condition.

Kalm says 'What Child Gralin says is true'

Saleden has arrived from the south.

Kalm lets go of Lucies hand slowly

Saleden leaves east.

Lucie falls to her knees, cradling her hand.

Lucie cries softly. 'Yes, Child Kalm, Child Gralin.'

A Child of Light Lieutenant leaves west.

Gralin says 'Do you stay at the Oak and Thorn in this evening Lucie?'

Lucie says 'I will pray daily.'

Kalm puts his hand around Lucies throat and lifts her from the ground

Lucie chokes and gasps, her eyes wide.

Kalm says 'did you just say Child Kalm girl?'

Gralin stops talking and stands a back a little.

Lucie squeaks but no words come out of her closed windpipe

An elegant woman leaves south.

A Child of the Light has arrived from the west.

Kalm says 'First, i am a Hand of the Light, and Second do not presume to curry favour with empty apologies and false statements of understanding'

Kalm says 'now i am going to ask you a simple question Lucie and i want the Truth.'

Kalm slowly tenses his fingers around your throat

Kalm says 'Do you serve the Darkone?'

A battle-trained gray destrier swishes the flies off its back with its tail.

The Amador town crier beams a smile at Kalm.

Lucie chokes out a strangled 'No!'

Kalm says 'do you serve the creator?'

Lucie nods furiously.

A Child of Light Lieutenant has arrived from the west.

Pepin starts riding a battle-trained gray destrier.

A warhorse flickers its ears.

A Child of Light Lieutenant has arrived from the east.

Lucie looks around, pleading.

Kalm says 'so you claim to serve the light Lucie?'

Serge has arrived from the south, riding an Illianer steed.

Serge sits down and rests.
Serge sheathes a half-moon scimitar with a hilt of twisted iron into a plain weapons belt.

Naomi has arrived from the south, riding a warhorse.

Naomi sits down and rests.

Lucie whispers 'I do.'

Lucie says 'I... I can't breathe...'

Kalm says 'and yet we find you here drinking Ale and admitting you do not thank the creator for the air you breathe?'

Pepin says 'I believe that's the intent.'

Gralin says 'perhaps you will not take the Creators air for granted in future.'

Kalm says 'perhaps that air should be stopped then?'

Kalm nods at Gralin.

Lucie 's eyes widen with horror.

Kalm clenches his fingers tighter the veins popping up in his arm

Lucie begs 'Please...I gave the keg to the crier!'

Kalm says 'now if you can not thank the creator for his air i will make sure you do not breath it '

Pepin whispers something to Naomi.

Lucie squeezes her eyes shut and begins whispering fervent prayers of gratitude.

Naomi frowns slightly, peering at Pepin oddly with mismatched eyes.

Pepin says 'I think a more private setting may be needed.'

Kalm holds on for a few more seconds before he releases his grip and lets Lucie fall

Pepin puts some coins in a backpack.
Pepin puts some coins in a backpack.

Lucie lands hard on the cobblestone, her arm making a snapping noise.

Pepin smirks.

Pepin leaves north riding a battle-trained gray destrier.

Gralin walks to meet the Child of Light entering the square.

Kalm says 'your ungratefullness towards the creator is not becoming Lucie'

Lucie cries out, coughing.

Lucie nods at Kalm.

Gralin takes a book from the Childs hands.

Gralin nods at a Child of the Light.

Kalm says 'you will do better or you will answer to me again'

Lucie chokes 'Yes, Hand Kalm.'

Kalm says 'do not take for granted that which is given by the creator'

Gralin passes Lucie a book engraved with a sunburst.

Lucie sobs silently as she takes the book with her good hand.

Kalm kicks Lucie in the stomach and turns from her to the Child of the Light who has just entered

Lucie grunts, gasping for air.

The sun sets behind the city's western wall.

Kalm points at the Child and then at Lucie indicating he wants her watched during her stay

Lucie turns her face upward and attempts a beaming smile 'Thank you for showing me the way'

Gralin says 'the book you are carrying will help you rise into the Light of the Creator Lucie.'

An Amador cityguard has arrived from the south.

Lucie clutches the book the her heaving chest.

Lucie nods at Gralin.

Naomi watches the setting before her quietly with a pair of blue and green eyes.

Gralin says 'it is the Way of the Light and I suggest you read the words carefully.'

An Amador cityguard has arrived from the south.

Gavinn gets a large slab of meat from a backpack.

Gavinn eats a large slab of meat.

Lucie nods dutifully.

The night has begun.

Gralin says 'you are never alone and those words will inspire you to see the Creators path.'

Someone bellows 'Paying out for scalps of the shadow at Ailron Avenue.'

Gralin says 'if you have nothing further Hand Kalm?'

Gavinn stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

Gavinn starts riding a gray palfrey.

Lucie wipes her face on her sleeve.

Lucie rubs her neck gingerly.

Gralin says 'the cityguard can show to the Wisdoms house if you need to be looked at.'

Lucie nods.

Gralin says 'but only the Creator can save our souls.'

Lucie says 'Thank you, Child Gralin. I see you are most wise.'

A gray palfrey cocks its head up sharply.

Gralin says 'all wisdom comes from the Creator'

Gralin leaves south riding a warhorse.

Naomi stops resting, and clambers on her feet.

Gavinn leaves east riding a gray palfrey.

Lucie grunts with pain as she struggles to her feet.

Lucie forces a smile in Hand Kalm's direction. 'Thank you again, Hand Kalm.'

Kalm nods at Lucie.

Kalm says 'you should follow the light Lucie'

Kalm says 'the Light is all you will need'

Lucie says 'Yes, Hand Kalm.'

Naomi looks at Lucie.

Naomi puts some coins in an embroidered, cotton shoulder bag.

An Amador cityguard leaves west.
A Child of Light Lieutenant leaves south.

Lucie stumbles towards the Herbalists residence.

Kalm leaves east riding a battle-trained gray destrier.

*******************************************************************

[Aldwyn]

Point of view: Lucie
Main character: Lucie
Major participant: Herron
Participant: Chayla

Lucie returns to Illian still injured.

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The sun sets.

Herron has arrived from the south.

The night has begun.
Herron looks at Lucie.

Herron smiles softly.

Herron assumes an offensive striking posture.

Herron assumes a defensive striking posture.

Herron strokes his beard thoughtfully.

Lucie startles.

Herron grins evilly.

Lucie cradles her left arm gingerly.

Lucie struggles with her makeshift sling, grimacing with movement.

Herron leaves north.

A plainly dressed man has arrived from the north.

Herron has arrived from the north, riding an Illianer steed.

Herron leaves south riding an Illianer steed.

An Illian gate guard bellows 'Illian welcomes Companion Herron home, for the King and the Golden Bees!'

An Illian soldier has arrived from the east.

A plainly dressed man leaves south.

A member of the Illian watch has arrived from the west.
A member of the Illian watch has arrived from the west.
A member of the Illian watch has arrived from the west.
A member of the Illian watch has arrived from the west.
The lightning stops.

Herron has arrived from the south, riding an Illianer steed.

A member of the Illian watch snaps to attention and salutes Herron.

A member of the Illian watch leaves north.
A member of the Illian watch leaves north.
A member of the Illian watch leaves north.
A member of the Illian watch leaves north.

The temperature is about 55 degrees.
The sky is rainy, and a calm wind comes from the south.

Lucie shivers uncomfortably.

Lucie sets a keg on the edge of the fountain.

Rahun has arrived from the north.

Rahun leaves south.

Herron looks at Lucie.

Lucie kneels down and fumbles with the tap.

Lucie frowns.

Lucie mutters in disgust.

Herron says 'What haunts your heart to make your mind chained to that keg, lass?'

Lucie ignores you a moment, then reconsiders.

lo herron
An Illian Companion has arrived from the north.
This sun-darkened man moves with the schooled grace of a soldier.
His battle-hardened face is framed by a short beard that
leaves his upper lip bare, and cold cobalt eyes meet yours.

Herron is in excellent condition.

An Illian Companion has arrived from the south.

Herron walks up and kicks the keg over, the lid splintering as the ale inside washes across the stones of the Tammuz.

An Illian soldier has arrived from the north.

Lucie's eyes begin to spit fire.

Lucie slaps Herron with her good hand.

Lightning starts to show in the sky.

Lucie says 'How dare you?'

A low resonant horn blast fills the city as a merchant ship leaves the harbour.

An Illian soldier has arrived from the west.

Lucie hugs her bandaged arm closely.

Herron says 'You are drunk enough lass, and if you want to get a bed and bath on my coin again, you are mistaken... now, what happened to your arm?'

An Illian Companion leaves south.

The gleeman has arrived from the west.

A low resonant horn blast fills the city as a merchant ship leaves the harbour.

A member of the Illian watch says 'Light, this do be thirsty work. I had better inspect the taverns for...invaders, aye they do be havens for Tairen spies.'

A member of the Illian watch nods to himself, he must need reassurance.

Lucie 's breathing quickens, anger building.

A member of the Illian watch leaves south.

An Illian soldier has arrived from the north.
Herron shakes his head and sighs to Lucie.

Lucie spits 'Why would you possibly care?"

The Starling has arrived at the docks.

Herron mutters, 'Because I always wanted to be a hedgedoctor...' He walks to your side, leaning forward to peer at your arm.

Lucie turns to look for food among the trash.

Herron tells Lucie 'what happened to it?'

Herron mutters to himself in complete disgust.

An Illian Companion leaves south.

Lusenda leaves north.

Lucie tells Herron 'it's broken, and maybe some bones in her hand, too.'

[l in barrel]
barrel (here) :
a backpack
[3] a mirrored lantern
a lantern
plain brown pants
an ebony shortblade
a plain brown shirt
a plain hood
a large slab of meat
a plate of vegetables in tangy sauce
a plate of hot stew with some bread
a plate of vegetables in tangy sauce
a plate of hot stew with some bread
a plate of pickled quail eggs
a plate of roast pheasant with green beans
a plate of sausages and vegetables
a plate of vegetables in tangy sauce
a plate with bread and green veined cheese
a plate of kippered eel
a plate of pickled quail eggs
a plate of hot stew with some bread
a plate of vegetables in tangy sauce
a plate of roast pheasant with green beans
a plate of roast potatoes and turnips
a plate of pickled quail eggs
a soft leather pouch
[3] a thick pair of leather work gloves
[3] a laced pair of brown boots

get plate barrel
Lucie gets a plate of vegetables in tangy sauce from a wooden barrel.

eat plate
Lucie eat the food.
Lucie is full.

Herron says 'Sloppy dressing for a broken arm. Flaming oats, lass! Where did that happen?'

Lucie shakes her head.

The sun rises.
Lucie says 'I don't think I should tell you.'

Herron cups your chin in his hand, meeting your eyes. 'How?'

The lightning stops.

Lucie 's blink back tears.

Lucie glances around the square.

An Illian Companion leaves east.

Lucie cautiously speaks 'Hand Kalm and Child Gralin.'

A city lamplighter extinguishes a streetlamp.

Herron frowns.

Lucie begins quivering with fear.

Herron says 'Where did this happen? Here?'

An Illian soldier leaves west.
A member of the Illian watch has arrived from the south.

Herron tells Lucie 'did they kill you or was it rp? '

Taia blinks her eyes innocently.

Lucie says 'I was in Amador.'

Lucie says 'I was drinking.'

Lucie says 'They said I shouldn't, that I should pray every day. They asked me if I did and I was honest.'

Lucie says 'I said I didn't, not every day.'

A member of the Illian watch leaves east.

Lucie says 'And Hand Kalm took my hand, and squeezed so hard.'

Lucie says 'And I fell and clutched it, thanking them for their counsel...'

An Illian Companion has arrived from the east.

Lucie says 'But I accidentally called him CHILD Kalm, not hand.'

An Illian Companion leaves south.
An Illian soldier has arrived from the south.
Lucie says 'And...'

Lucie hesitates.

Lucie 's eyes bulge in horror.

Lucie says 'He grabbed me off the ground... by my throat.'

Lucie begins to cry.

Herron says 'This was in Amador?'

Lucie says 'And I couldn't breathe.'

Lucie nods in agreement.

An Illian soldier leaves east.

Lucie says 'And they kept asking me things.'

Herron says 'Where in Amador did this take place?'

Taia has lost her link.

Lucie says 'He finally let me fall, and I think I broke my arm on the cobblestone.'

Lucie says 'Um...'

Lucie says 'The square.'

Lucie says 'There were people there! Everyone was watching.'

Lucie says 'It was awful.'

Herron says 'Kalm and Gralin are savages hiding behind their white cloaks.'

Lucie wipes her runny nose with her sleeve.

Lucie shivers uncomfortably.

The temperature is about 55 degrees.
The sky is rainy, and a mild wind comes from the north.

Herron says 'I will find them.'

Herron beckons Lucie to follow him.

Lucie cries 'No!'

Herron says 'Come, your arm needs to be set correctly before it is too late.'

Lucie says 'Please don't.'

Lucie frowns.

Lucie looks at the tattered bandages.

Lucie looks at you uncertainly.

follow herron
Lucie now follows Herron.

Herron leaves north riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Square of Tammaz
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
A simple man blends into the crowd of the city

Herron leaves north riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Callisidrin Avenue
[ obvious exits: N S ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.

Herron leaves north riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Bridge Across a Canal
[ obvious exits: N S ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
A bee busily flies from plant to plant.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A rugged outdoorsman looks for supplies before heading back to the woods, riding a black stallion.
A worker busily earns a day's pay.
An Illianer lady brushes past you, her chin held high.

An Illianer lady inclines her head in greeting to Herron.
Herron leaves north riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Callisidrin Avenue
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
A gleeman is here, wearing a cloak of different colored patches.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.

Herron leaves east riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Feiran Street Bridge
[ obvious exits: E W D ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.

Herron leaves east riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Feiran Street
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
A wild stallion bucks madly.

Herron leaves east riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Illian Stables
[ obvious exits: W ]
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
A man walks among the horses here feeding them and rubbing them down.
A bee busily flies from plant to plant.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.

Herron looks at a stable hand.

Lucie is carrying:
a small keg

Lucie sniffs sadly. *SNIFF*

Herron leaves west riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Feiran Street
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
A wild stallion bucks madly.

rep nod

Herron leaves north riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Bridge Over a Canal
[ obvious exits: N S D ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.

Herron leaves north riding an Illianer steed.
Lucie follows Herron.

Feiran Street
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding an Illianer steed.

Herron stops riding an Illianer steed.

Brief mode off.

Herron fastens the reigns to the hitch.

Herron glances up at the herbs hanging in the doorway before walking into the shop, muttering to himself.

Herron leaves east.
Lucie follows Herron.

Chayla's Herbs
This tiny shop smells wonderfully of the dried herbs and fresh green plants
that are the herbalist's trade. A small window in the north wall looks out
onto Feiran Street and is decorated with hanging stalks of various herbs. A
sturdy wooden counter separates this half of the room from Chayla's work
area in the rear.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
A man in expensive robes stands here, eyeing you with disdain.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
A merchant guard, intent on keeping order, stands guard.
A merchant guard, intent on keeping order, stands guard.
A plump middle-aged woman stands here, ranting about herbs and medicines.
Chayla greets you with a friendly smile.
A rat has arrived from the west.

Herron pierces a rat's right foreleg into bloody fragments!
A rat is dead! R.I.P.
Lucie's blood freezes as you hear a rat's death cry.
A rat stops following Lucie.

Chayla hangs some dogwort to dry in the window.
Chayla hangs some dogwort to dry in the window.

Chayla says 'What do you be needing?'

Herron strokes his beard thoughtfully.

The Starling has arrived at the docks.

Chayla returns from her break, re-opening the store.

Lucie looks around quietly.

Herron says 'You will need something strong, to ease the pain of setting.'

Lucie wanders toward the window, watching the activity on the street.

Lucie sniffs.

Lucie wipes her nose on her already moist sleeve.

A low resonant horn blast fills the city as a merchant ship leaves the harbour.

Herron whispers to Chayla who peers at Lucie and beckons her forth, frowning at her bandaged arm. 'No healall left, m'lord. Might try an elixir of five-finger and crimsonthorn.'

Herron looks at Lucie.

Herron nods in agreement.

Lucie startles and moves toward the counter.

Herron says 'That will do. Not too much crimsonthorn for her though, she's been drinking.' Chayla shakes her head. 'Oh no m'lord, never too much of that. Can paralyze in high doses, and she is a slight thing.'

Lucie frowns.
A wealthy nobleman leaves west.

lo chayla
Chayla the herbalist gives you a warm smile as she chops up herbs and
measures doses of medicines. She is a small, plain woman with mousy brown
hair and almond colored eyes. She is tidily dressed and keeps her hair
pulled back in a loose bun.

Chayla is in excellent condition.

Lucie sniffs in disdain at the room.

A wealthy nobleman has arrived from the west.

lo man
A man of noble blood stands here dressed in fine clothes. The haughty look
on his face suggests that he does not think much of those around him.

A wealthy nobleman is in excellent condition.

a wealthy nobleman is using:

Herron takes the small glass bottle from Chayla, who busies herself by clearing a space on a nearby table.

Lucie briefly eyes the nobleman's purse.

Lucie glances back to Chayla.

Lucie ponders.

Herron hands you the elixir and says, 'It will be bitter, but you have to drink it all, and quickly for the full effects. It will numb you, and your tongue may slacken, but that is all well.'

Lucie says 'I have to..drink this?'

Lucie says 'I thought you were looking at my arm!'

A wealthy nobleman leaves west.

Lucie 's face twists with disgust.

Herron mutters to himself in complete disgust.

Lucie mumbles 'Don't see what my belly has to do with my arm...'

Herron says 'Blood and ashes, girl, drink the flaming stuff!'

Lucie squeaks!

Herron bites his tongue from cursing you like an ignorant squadman.

Lucie gulps down the elixir.

Lucie leans over and dry-heaves.

Herron says 'Keep it down!'

Lucie grimaces and grunts 'That is... the worst.'

A low resonant horn blast fills the city as a merchant ship leaves the harbour.

An Illian Companion has arrived from the west.

Lucie glares at you 'You certain you are not trying to poison me?'

An Illian soldier leaves west.

Lucie thinks a moment... 'Or sedate me!'

Herron moves you over to the cleared table as Chayla produces a splint with leather braces and straps spilling off of it, a crank set on one end. 'A mechanic in the Perfumed Quarter designed this.' She informs with a bit of excitement. 'Place your hand in the cuff, girl.'

The Starling has arrived at the docks.

Lucie backs away quickly, bumping into the door frame.

Lucie shakes her head.

Lucie says 'No. No way.'

Herron rolls his eyes at your complaints. 'I would have never thought you for a Borderlander. For all your complaints, I'd say Cairhienin, or maybe one of those foppish Tairen ladies.'

Lucie looks at Herron, pleading. 'That looks like something I would see in the dungeons!'

Lucie whines 'You can't be serious!'

Herron says 'A bit of pain now, and it will spare the tenfold you will receive when some poor bloody surgeon has to amputate your flaming arm.'

Herron says 'The elixir should dull it to almost nothing.'

Lucie slowly moves towards Chayla's device of torture.

Herron says 'I've marched with broken bones and wounds so wide I feared my insides spilling, now don't whine over a fracture you got on some cobblestone.'

Lucie tells Herron 'did you take off the bandages? Did I miss that?'

Herron tells Lucie '*grumble* no! i was getting to that.'

Lucie bristles 'How do you know it's only a fracture!'

Lucie says 'You could be doing more harm than good.'

Lucie says 'Also... I'm no soldier.'

Lucie's eyes begin to spit fire.

Lucie says 'Don't treat me like one.'

Lucie eyes the contraption again.

Herron watches with keen interest as Chayla applies her craft, removing the bandages carefully, layer by layer, grumbling about the shoddy work. 'Just a greenstick fracture, at that. Needs barely a nudge.' She takes your arm a bit roughly, pressing it onto the cuff before harnessing your wrist, and applies the crank wheel, which vises your arm in the splint and straitens the bone in a quick snap.

Lucie shrieks.

Lucie loses consciousness.

Herron pats your shoulder. 'There there, lass, just a snap and that's all there is to it.

Herron looks at Lucie.

Ann has arrived from the west.

Ann looks at Chayla.

Herron says 'Bloody ashes, a simpering Tairen child if there ever was one.'

is ann
Ann Chalinda, the Queen's Blessing Inn maid |Wisdom Applicant| is a level 26 human.

This pretty young maid has olive skin, wavy long black hair and haunted,
dark eyes. She's a common sight in the Queen's Blessing, since she works
there. She looks sickly and malnourished, but she keeps working tirelessly.

Ann covers her mouth and coughs lightly.

Ann leaves west.

Herron frowns over his shoulder at the intrusion before shaking you to awake. 'Snap out of it girl.'

Lucie moans softly.

Lucie 's eyes open slowly, somewhat glazed.

Lucie beckons you close with her free hand.

Herron looks over at Chayla who shakes her head and hands you a cup of tea. 'Drink this.' She tells you, 'I was saving this concoction for when the boys needed their ground tooth pulled.' Before she hums to herself lively, undoing the straps and releasing your arm, placing it in a sling she had prepared during your incessant whining.

Herron says 'What is it, lass?'

Herron leans in close.

Lucie whispers 'Ale...please...'

Herron snorts loudly.

Lucie grins wryly.

Herron says 'You'll get no bloody thing from me, and from the looks of your meals lately, you need to focus more of your coin on getting fed and living right than poisoning yourself.'

Lucie blinks her eyes drearily.

Lucie mumbles 'I feel funny.'

The Starling has arrived at the docks.

Chayla hustles about the room, getting ready for new business.

Herron reaches in his pocket and hands you a a few silver marks. 'Here, this will be enough for a few nights at the Badger, tell Nieda it is for me and she will put in for some hot meals free of charge.'

The dull clangs of metal being worked spreads through the city as the weaponsmith creates another blade.

Lucie looks down at the coins.

Chayla chops a piece of healall root into thin slices, and put them into a glass jar with clear liquid.

Chayla places the jar on a shelf, then turns towards the counter with a smile for you.

Lucie mumbles 'Just like when we met.'

Herron says 'I want you to be focused on some sort of gainful employment when I next see you though, not bumbling from here to Amador and getting your flaming arm smashed.'

Herron says 'Aye, handing you my money seems to be a recurring theme in this flaming acquaintance.'

Lucie lifts her head and with a dazed stare, smiles invitingly.

Lucie is carrying:
a small keg

Lucie loudly whispers 'This enough to stay at the fan?'

Lucie snickers softly.

A member of the Illian watch has arrived from the west.

Herron looks you up and down, frowning to himself. 'Featherbrained.'

Lucie says 'So... no then?'

Lucie says 'Drat.'

Herron says 'You'll be in no such place! Fool girl. Bloody Miryenne would eat you for dinner if you entered there. I will tell them not to see you in the door, if it comes to that.'

Lucie giggles 'but you said gainful employment.'

Chayla walks away from the merchandise to take a break.

Herron mutters to himself in complete disgust.

Herron says 'I'll hear no such talk... there must be something you are good at, a craft of sorts.'

Herron eyes you dubiously.

Lucie grins 'I think thath thith ith making me thilly.'

Lucie blinks her eyes innocently.

Chayla returns from her break, re-opening the store.

Lucie glances at the empty elixir cup.

Herron takes out a long-stemmed pipe, muttering to himself as he clenches it between his teeth, before cringing at Chayla's glare. 'Not in here, m'lord.' She says flatly, before he nods and takes you out the door.

Herron puts the emptied elixir on the tabletop before guiding you outside.

Herron leaves west.
Lucie follows Herron.

Feiran Street
This narrow back street curves to the west and south here. To the north is
a tall watch tower, manned day and night by guards overlooking the marshy
plains to the north of the city. To the east is a small shop with dried
herbs hanging in the window.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
An Illian soldier stands here, watching his surroundings.
A member of the Illian watch is here, keeping order in the city.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.

Lucie frowns.

An Illian soldier leaves east.

Lucie sighs.

Herron looks at Lucie.

Lucie yawns loudly.

Lucie beckons you close once again.

Herron says 'Come lass, I'll bring you to the inn.'

An Illian soldier leaves west.

Lucie nods in agreement.

follow herron
Lucie is already following him.

Herron starts riding a warhorse.

Herron leaves west riding a warhorse.
Lucie follows Herron.

(To the inn)

Marsh Road
The road runs past an inn here, a two-story building of rough, green-veined
stone topped with pale green tiles. There are two large mounting blocks
directly in front of the inn. A painted wooden sign hangs above the door.
Marsh Road continues to the east and west.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here, riding a warhorse.
A gray palfrey prances skittishly nearby.
An Illianer steed stands here proudly, its black mane glistening.

Herron stops riding a warhorse.

Herron leaves south.
Lucie follows Herron.

Easing the Badger
The common room has sawdust on the floor, and tabac smoke hangs in the air.
It smells of wine, and fish cooking in the kitchen and a heavy, flowered
perfume. The exposed beams of the high ceiling are rough-hewn and age-dark.
Benches, tables and stools fill most of the room. A staircase at the back
wall leads up to the guest rooms on the second floor.
[ obvious exits: N S U ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
Nieda Sidoro is keeping a sharp eye on her establishment.

Lucie says 'You half a cruss on the withdom, eh?'

Lucie giggles.

Herron says 'Chayla?'

nudge herron
Lucie nudges him with her elbow.

Herron mutters a curse.

Herron says 'Not likely, too much like someone else I knew.'

Lucie frowns.
An Illian Companion leaves north.

Lucie says 'Who?'

Herron says 'None of your bloody business.'

Lucie snickers softly.

Herron leaves up.
Lucie follows Herron.

Narrow Hallway
This hallway terminates at a narrow wooden staircase that leads down to the
common room below. There are doorways leading to rooms on both sides, and
one at the end of the hall as well. The hallway is well-lit and kept tidy.
[ obvious exits: E S W D ]
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.

Herron leaves south.
Lucie follows Herron.

Cozy Room
This room is quite comfortable-looking. A wide bed with a soft mattress
takes up most of the space. The door is made of tilted slats, and next to
it are a few pegs for hanging one's belongings. A window on the southern
wall lets in a gentle breeze that carries smells of the harbor, and
something of the canals too.

A ledger lies on a small stand.
[ obvious exits: N ]
A one person canoe rests on the ground.
A dirty rock sits on the ground.
A board listing the events and festivals of the land is mounted on a wall.
Lord Herron Morzatan, the Marquis is standing here.
The innkeeper bustles about, helping guests into rooms.

Lucie leans against the wall drowsily.

Lucie slides down to the floor indelicately.

Lucie sits down and rests her tired bones.

Herron says 'Rest in the bathroom, you will be well tended. Sleep if need be. I have some business to take care of.'

Lucie is now a member of Herron's group.

Herron has disbanded the group.
Lucie stops following Herron.

Herron says 'Nieda will draw you a nice warm bath, and stop your flaming drinking.'

Herron mutters to himself in complete disgust.

Herron leaves north.

Lucie sighs.

drink keg
The innkeeper burps loudly.
Lucie drinks the dark beer.

drink keg
Lucie drinks the dark beer.

drink keg
Lucie drinks the dark beer.

drink keg
It's empty.

The innkeeper burps loudly.
Lucie swears loudly for a long time.

[Aldwyn]

**Short story written by Lucie**

Lucie rests under the Giant Oak tree near the Winespring Inn, her breasts rising and falling with each slow breath, straining against the tunic that was clearly meant for a boy, and not the young woman she is. An empty keg lay at her side. Crumbs from Mistress Al'Vere's honeycakes surround her, clinging to tangles of raven hair that has already invited several twigs and leaves to play. At her other side, an overturned inkpot has spilled its contents, coating the grass and ruining sheets of paper.

On the eve of her 18th birthday, she spends it much like any other evening: alone, intoxicated, and unconscious. Her breathing quickens as sleep becomes fitful. Soft moans escape lips prone to spouting deception. Hands more apt to wield lockpicks clench in a spasm of drunken stupor, destroying the quill in her grasp. She tosses and turns under the lengthening shade of the great oak, the sun slipping downward slowly. Her soft, husky voice can just be heard murmuring over the wind sweeping through the branches. 'Alantin, dyu ninte concion ca'lyet ye.' She rolls to her side, her body curving around the keg. With a snort she rouses, kicks off her boots, and returns to sleep once more. Unnoticed, a slip of paper falls out of her boot. Folded haphazardly, it lies on the ground looking very much like trash except for one name written purposefully on the front.

She labored over that letter, each word a battle of wills as she fought her desire to remain alone and beholden to no one. No one told her what to do, except by force. Among those with that power: The Children and Hand of the Light, and then there was that trouble in Illian. The Council there certainly won't welcome her back with open arms, though the warrant was lifted. But him. When news of his treatment in Amador reached her, she sobbed as never before, angry tears pouring down her dirty face. Even in slumber she rubs her arm, still tender, still aching from the force that snapped the bone in two. She fared much better with the Hand than he.