A bit of Lucie's history ---&RPaward
Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2024 11:23 pm
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
********************************************************************
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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