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Post by Dred on Jul 29, 2005 13:12:56 GMT -5
Nestled in a small valley on the forested slopes of one of the larger mountains in the north of the land lies the small but growing village of Sherwydd. The snow capped peak of the mountain rests in the distance as the many streams leading across the slopes run to the great river in the plains. The lake on the east side of the valley provides fresh fish and water to the village's inhabitants.
The growth and development of this community is slow but the inflow of new life has caused a stir in the otherwise quiet happiness they live in. Each day the sounds of activity fill the air as children play and the adults labor at their tasks.
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Post by karenee on Jul 29, 2005 14:19:05 GMT -5
I like that Kaie means combat. That's cool. Renee (no matter if it isn't Celtic) means born again... so I'm keeping it. It's also close enough to my real name not to cause confusion. Kaie Renee rode her raft of logs across the lake, pulling hard on the tow-line she had swum out and tied to a tree on the island that morning. Collecting the logs she had been felling for the past few weeks had not been too difficult. With the help of her friends, she had soon found all those marked with the lopsided K she had chosen in order to avoid confusion when they joined those felled by the others in their journey down the swift-flowing river. Soon she arrived, as the island was not too far from shore. Already, she had prepared the tree, and set the foundation logs she would use to help support the main structure later. A mass of branches soaked in the lake nearby, and she smiled. Soon help would arrive and the basic platforms would be built, hopefully by the end of the day. After helping everyone with building their homes over the next few days, she would be able to weave her walls and coat them with the clay she had found on the island. |
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Post by Dred on Jul 29, 2005 19:17:48 GMT -5
Stepping from the shelter of the nearby trees, Rhakar walks towards the lake dragging a number of large trees. Stripped to the waist as the sun beats down on him, he quickly increases the size of his pile of logs before walking into the lake to cool his body.
As he emerges, he notices someone on one of the islands. Swimming over to the island with ease, he climbs ashore and smiles politely at the woman before him. Greetings and well met. I am Rhakar. I see you have already started work on a new home here. I to have begun trimming trees that we can use for a grand hall and home for the people.
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Post by karenee on Jul 29, 2005 22:45:20 GMT -5
Kaie brushes her tangled hair back from her face, twisting it back into a knot and securing it with a twig as she smiles up at her visitor. Greetings, Rhakar. It is good to make another friend here. I am Kaie Renee.She turns toward the shore and examines the log pile. Ah, I see you have been working hard. Would you share my meal? I have plenty for two. You'll have to come up with the repast, because I have no idea what is possible in that era... though as I came across recently I think I have soda and sandwiches in a cooler. |
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Post by Dred on Jul 30, 2005 9:11:39 GMT -5
Taking a seat across from Kaie, he smiled while nodding his head. Pleased to meet you. I would be honored to share your meal with you. The fish you have caught look wonderful. Shall I clean and prepare them while you get a fire started? On shore I have some ale in a calfskin. I can retrieve that as well if you like. He regarded her carefully to see what she felt most appealing.
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Post by karenee on Jul 30, 2005 11:44:52 GMT -5
She grinned. I'll start the fire. To tell you the truth, cleaning fish is not something I enjoy doing, so thank you for offering. Pulling a jar from the lake, she opens it. I also have milk, fresh this morning, and some cheese. There are griddlecakes and dried meat as well. As Rhakar begins to gut the fish, she pulls a lighter from a shadowed alcove and quickly lights her fire, hoping he won't turn around and see the technology. He begins to turn and she tosses the lighter back into its hiding place and nurses the flame, gradually adding larger chunks of wood until it's blazing well. Looking out over the lake, she wonders what the team will think of her new friend. Look what I found! Well... it's information on Celtic food anyway. www.florilegium.org/files/FOOD-BY-REGION/fd-Celts-msg.html |
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Post by Dred on Jul 30, 2005 21:41:31 GMT -5
He smiled once again as he cleaned the fish. Setting them on sharpened sticks, he propped them over the fire before taking a seat. Some milk and cheese would be nice. It has been a long day and I've eaten very little since breaking fast this morning.
As he nibbled on some cheese, he glanced around the lake area and the way the islands seemed to be close enough together to provide a great deal of potential for future buildings. His knowledge of construction had dimmed little since his arrival in Albion all those years ago. It wasn't something he had used a great deal since then but it felt good to reopen those windows from his past.
That's awesome. I'm guessing that we can find a great deal of information on Celtic history with some effort. Props to you.
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Post by DanTheMan on Jul 31, 2005 12:48:02 GMT -5
Stepping carefully through the trees, Maccus peers at the two strangers. Somehow he believes they are friendly, so he cautiously exits the forest to gaze at the beautiful surroundings. Maccus had read that such things were possible, but until now he had never believed it. He hoped they would accept him.
Some time passed and he could contain his mounting excitement no longer. He dashed back into the forest to check his belongings and lead his horse out who was laden with his tools and supplies. "Surely, the would need a blacksmith," he thinks to himself, "even if I am still learning the trade."
Maccus continues to walk toward the others and waves his gretting to them.
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Post by karenee on Aug 1, 2005 9:16:05 GMT -5
Kaie waved back at the man, who she thought to be a peddler judging by his bulky packs, and called out. Good day to you, sir! Join us for a meal. Secure your belongings, and use my boat, which lies beneath that low bush. Turning back to Rhakar, she grins. I have enough for three, I think.
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Post by cree8ivone on Aug 1, 2005 15:32:07 GMT -5
In an eyrie overlooking the lake, keen eyes take in the slow humble activities of Sherwydd's inhabitants. Today, the island and the forest bordering the lake are teeming with life. There is an excitement and an energy that can be tangibly felt.
A voice, dry and brittle, little used by its master, croaks to its companion, "The valley is awake. Our rest is over, my friend."
The eagle regards the voice in silence and tears another morsel from the fish at its feet.
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Post by Dred on Aug 2, 2005 9:57:04 GMT -5
Rhakar waved over to the man on shore. He winked at Kaie in response to her reference to the food. I'm sure we can manage. Adjusting the sticks with the fish, he evens out the cooking so nothing is burnt.
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Post by DanTheMan on Aug 3, 2005 12:19:58 GMT -5
Maccus arrived on the shore and his mouth watered seeing the cooking food.
Greetings, I am called Maccus. I hope you have need of one who has experience as a blacksmith. I also noticed you lack horses and I am willing to share my trusty steed with honest companions. I can see there is much work to do here, and I am anxious to prove my worth to you. Here, accept my hand as a commitment of my desire to work diligently by your side.
Extending his hand, Maccus knew he had come to a wonderful place. He thought of the new and different things he would learn and experience.
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Post by Dred on Aug 3, 2005 15:19:11 GMT -5
Rhakar stood and clasped hands with Maccus. The others grip was firm as he expected of one working as a blacksmith. Greetings Maccus. I'm Rhakar. This is Kaie. Please join us. Have you seen the others wandering in the woods? He gestured towards the woods behind him on the far side of the lake.
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Post by cree8ivone on Aug 5, 2005 16:38:02 GMT -5
Griogar stands at edge of the lake looking across at the newcomers on the island. He is the chief of the village of Sherwydd and its protector. He wears tight boots laced up to his knees and a long kilt of crimson and green. A sash checkered with the same colors is slung over his shoulder and tucked into his broad belt. His hair is dark, shaggy and unkempt like his beard. In his hand he loosely holds a long handled hatchet.
Iain saw the coming and going to the island and then ran to tell his father. After being called by his son from fishing that morning, Griogar had sent his son back to the village with the net only half as full as normal. He had then followed the shoreline from his usual fishing place in a burn at the north end of the lake to stand here now. He thought he recognized one of the strangers but for the sake of his village's safety, he would proceed with caution.
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Post by twyrch on Aug 6, 2005 19:58:45 GMT -5
Jae peers out from beneath his dark hood. He's not prepared to reveal himself quite yet, so he watches patiently and waits.
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