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Post by Brother Silence on Jan 18, 2014 19:40:03 GMT
(OOC: Continued from "Lodgings and Planning (The Gateway Inn.") *Brother Silence entered The Wolfs Howl Inn.* *He looked around getting the layout memorized just in case he needed to make a hasty exit or some other such situation arise where such knowledge would come in handy.* *Once he was satisfied he had this information memorized he began looking for a member of staff to enquirer of about a room.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 25, 2014 12:08:07 GMT
*A few days have now passed since the Wolf's Howl Inn and other Wolfenden buildings fell prey to mysterious fires. With the support of the townsfolk, the inn is slowly getting back on its feet. The grisly task of removing and burying corpses is complete, even if some are still not conclusively identified. In many parts of the inn, the sight and smell of fire and smoke damage linger like a skull haunting, gnawing away at the energy and resolve of the unsuspecting. While some staff have left, perhaps permanently, those that have stayed are doing their best to soldier on. 'Soldier' perhaps being appropriate due to the inn's spartan look: many burned timbers and pieces of furniture have yet to be replaced. A table walks into a bar. The barman says, "Are you here to get legless?" That's almost true. A table has just entered the dining and drinking area of the inn. But not unaided. An ogre is carrying it. The Crazed Heifer has agreed to lend the Wolf's Howl some of its seats and tables until more can be made, and who better than the Heifer's most muscular employee to carry them over? [OOC: YG was last seen in Young Dreamworld.] The staff are too preoccupied to have noticed either Young Grimwold or Brother Silence (whom YG is standing behind). YG is comfortable enough holding the table but a little irritated at not being welcomed.* Excuse me. I... I've got a table. Where would you like it?
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Post by Brother Silence on Feb 5, 2014 22:09:12 GMT
*Brother Silence turns round and flinches at the sight of the ogre. His assassin instincts are to flee in terror...but he has been working hard on shedding this instinct even though it was deeply ingrained in him during his training with the guild, with great resolve he holds his nerve and ground*
"Please excuse me good Brother Ogre"
*He says in his harsh whisper of a voice and steps slightly to one side to allow Young Grimwold to pass*
"I did not mean to obstruct your progress, it would seem the staff are rather busy I to am awaiting some service."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 10, 2014 18:38:01 GMT
Brother Strange! It's me.
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Post by Brother Silence on Feb 10, 2014 20:09:08 GMT
*Brother Silence coughed nervously*
"Ahhh I'm afraid my son you have me confused with a fellow man of god."
"My name is...Brother Monasticus"
*He said using one of the many aliases he had. He didn't think he would be remembered around these parts...but best to play it safe for now. Besides his two quaries would certainly know his name...yes best for now to go under an allias until circumstances dictated otherwise*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 11, 2014 18:53:35 GMT
Oh. I'm sorry. I hear the difference in the voice now. Pax vobiscum. Are you from St. Severin's?
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Post by Brother Silence on Feb 11, 2014 19:16:41 GMT
*Brother Silences smiled to himself*
"No apologizes needed my son it is an easy mistake to make when many of us men of the cloth shield our faces with our habits."
"No my friend though I do know some of the monks from there. I was, until recently studying scriptures and holy manuscripts at The Basilica of Our Lady of the Pillar in Zaragoza in Spain."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 12, 2014 16:26:06 GMT
*YG is not usually this willing to make chit-chat, but he is more comfortable around monks than he is around many other men. In his experience, monks tend to be less judgemental. He likes their belief in the meek inheriting the earth, though whether an ogre could ever hope to be classed as meek is uncertain.*
I travelled to Spain many years ago. What brings you to Wolfenden?
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Post by Brother Silence on Feb 15, 2014 14:09:44 GMT
*Silence quickly tried to think of a cover story. He had never encountered an Ogre this talkative or this intelligent before*
"The Basilica received word that some potentially historically significant and valuable artifacts to do with St Smasher the Aggressive were rumored to be about to be put up for sale on the black-market of Wolfenden. So I was dispatched to investigate these rumors and if they were true to attempt to attain said artifacts."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 16, 2014 17:06:33 GMT
*YG has heard tell of St. Smasher and his weaponry but understands him to be fictitious, an invention of local monks to justify their own unconventional use of arms. He decides that it would be unwise to suggest this to Brother Monasticus. He looks around the inn, unable to see the landlord or any other employees.*
Then may we both find the staff that we're seeking!
*YG notices a space on the far side of the dining area that could accommodate the table he is holding.*
Brother, might you help me? I want to put this table down over there. Would you please be able to move some chairs aside to... to ease my journey?
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Post by Brother Silence on Feb 17, 2014 13:50:30 GMT
"But of corse good brother Oger."
*Silence says and proceeds to move the chairs for Young Grimwold.*
*As he is doing so two of the Howl's long time staff members, who had not fled after the fire, Sasher Pearl & Drassandre appear coming down the stairs they are in the company of another member of staff a tall young woman with blonde hair and green eyes she is called Gundula Tullia and is a new addition to the staff having been taken on due to the likes of Ann-Marie Marx & Jane Ragnell currently being away. Due to her height and hair color she is often mistaken for a Greenwarden but is in fact of Amazon extraction, her mother being an Amazon warrior who fell in love with and married a Wolfenden Merchant.*
*The three are talking as they come downstairs*
Sasher: "Well I hear tell the lovable little scruff ball is on her way back."
Gundula:"Who's...the lovable little scruff ball?" *For someone of Amazon blood Gundula has a surprisingly soft and shy voice*
Drassandre: She mean's Jane Ragnell...or Raggie as we calls her. She's is or was the chambermaid here till the fire...then she lost her job and had to go back home...where is it she lives again? Bruin isn't it?
Sasher: "No, Dunsholm."
Drassandre: "I Thought that place was a ghost town!It got sacked during the time before Lord Treguard of Dunselhelm became Dungeon Master"
Sasher: "I it was but when he got his lands back the village got reclaimed and repopulated. Little Raggie is a Dunsholm lass. *she smiled* that's why she's so ditsy."
*She and Drassandre laugh at this little joke, though it's obviously said with love and affection rather then any spite or malice*
Sasher: "Anyways like I said I hears from Peggy-Sue Sawyer, you know her shes one of the Wenches at The Dirty Duck."
Drassandre: *turns the name over in her head* "Oh yeah I know who you meen she's the Wench who's been in nearly every song by the Troubadours from around that area."
Sasher: *Nods* "Yes that's her...Well she told me that Raggie was in The Dirty Duck a few days ago and told her that she was going to be coming back to Wolfenden to see if she could get her old job back now the Inn's open again."
Gundula: *smiles* "Why do you call her Raggie though?"
Drassandre: "Oh trust us Gundula love, when you meet her you'll know."
Sasher: "Aye...and speaking of meeting looks like we got us a customer."
*She points over to Brother Silence*
Drassandre: "Aye oh and Young Grimwold's here with the table to... Gundula your the biggest hunny you go see if Young Grimwold needs a hand I'll deal with the monk"
*Drassandre and Gundula make their way over to the pair*
*Gundula to YG*
"Errrmmm....do...you...need help?"
*she manages to mumble shyly*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 20, 2014 18:55:19 GMT
*YG has put the table down in the vacant floor space by the time Gundula reaches him. He is relieved not to have to talk to Drassandre. But being kept waiting by the staff, along with the memories of the forest being rekindled by the smoky smell of the inn, have left him agitated. Although he had hoped to enquire about a room, and to seek payment for his trouble, he decides to withdraw before his mood deteriorates further. He replies to Gundula without looking straight at her.* No. No thank you. Please tell Mr. Marx that the table from the Crazed Heifer is here. Thank you. *Young Grimwold heads for the door, stopping briefly to thank the monk on the way.* [OOC: YG is next seen in The Spring and Queen.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 2, 2014 18:22:06 GMT
[OOC: I'll wrap this up so that the Wolfenden threads don't slip too far out of sync.]
*'Brother Monasticus' is seen to by the staff and given the key to an available room. He isn't told that it is available because smoke inhalation claimed the previous occupant. Once payment has been requested, the staff leave the new guest to his own devices.*
Darkness begins to lower itself over the Wolf's Howl Inn and the surrounding town.*
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Post by Callimpsest on May 3, 2014 13:10:36 GMT
[OOC: Callimpsest was last seen in Better than a Dream.] *After another productive yet tiring day in the kitchen, Callimpsest hands over to the maids and retires early to bed. Buoyed by thoughts of his apparently predestined return to his lost library, he thinks of Lord Dunshelm, a man whose hearth and home were torn from him by utter barbarism, but who faced down diabolical dangers to claim them back. Had Treguard never done so, the fate of these lands did not bear thinking about. No one quite knows what eventually made Treguard decide to abandon his mercenary existence and seek to reclaim his Dunshelm heritage. Some say that the words of a dying man pricked his conscience; others believe that Merlin called to him. But the most popular explanation is that Treguard looked in the mirror one day, saw how thick his beard had become and simply came of age. Some in Wolfenden even believe that Treguard's facial hair is itself magic, like the locks of Samson, and that wherever Treguard may be now, he and Knightmare Castle are standing strong as long as the beard remains. Pondering this as he lies in bed, Callimpsest finds himself reciting a ditty that he overheard the village children singing.* "Our old Wolfenden was such a cold dark place Then nearly 27 years ago there came a furry face... The Gruagach was felled The Norman ninnies were repelled The dungeoneers began to quest They wore a hat (it had two horns on it) Shield, chalice, talisman And Treguard in his palace, man It all started with a big beard Beard!" [OOC: To the tune of The Big Bang Theory theme song. Callimpsest is next seen in Lodgings and Planning.]
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