May 31, 2023 11:28 pm
The winter snows are finally receding. Here. in Hommlet, crocuses crack through the crust of old snow. Pale pink and white blossoms push up at the bases of bare-branched trees. In the warm sun, sap creaks through the oaks and elms. Birds sing in the morning and the forlorn calls of owls fill the night,
Since your stay here, you have seen the villagers change. The braumeister and his nephew have proven fine companions over the winter nights, and you have tipped many a flagon in their fine company. Ostler the Innkeeper plays a fine game of draughts: indeed he's a bit of a sharper at it, having taken you a few clever wagers. That fine-looking spinster woman from the farm by the pond has paid a few calls. You've even managed to get a few civil words out of Black Jay and have enioyed a good home meal at the homes of some of the folk. Ah, yes, it's beginning to feel like home.
As you stretch out on the bench before the inn to warm yourself in the sun, you spot a stranger striding down the lane. Ostler, leaning out his front door, nods in that direction and says, "Now, what do you make of that? 'Tis a man wrapped in the colors of some lord, strolling through our Hommlet. bustlin' like he's driven on some grand business. Mayhaps I'll have me some lord's party stayin' for the night." With a shrug he goes inside, calling to his family.
Looking closely, you can make out the glint of flaxen hair tumbling out from beneath the liveried cape. From the way this stranger moves, you'd safely guess him to be a her. Now, what business would a woman have in such a sleepy little village, a lord's woman at that?
Assuming a sleepy pose, you continue to watch the stranger through halfclosed eyes. With apurposeful stride, she crosses the inn yard and passes your bench. A mingled scent of perfume and horse sweat follows her. There are muffled voices inside.
Suddenly, she steps back out the door and tosses back the hood of her cloak. "Good sirs and ma'am," she says with a graceful curtsy, "I bear a message from Most Worthy Dame Gold of Safeton." She is, as you guessed, a young woman, endowed with a dignified and subdued beauty. She thrusts a heavy, buff envelope into your startled hands. "To The Saviors of Hommlet" is written across the front in a spidery hand. The back is closed with a large blob of wax pressed with a seal. She turns and walks away.
The invitation reads:
To those Brave and Worthy;
May it never be said that the courageous undertake valor for the hope of reward nor the righteous seek purity, and thus may aspersions of evil never fall upon thy name. But, as ye know too well, the rewards of virtue are painful and cold.
Our advisors, through wisdom and sagacity. have proclaimed thy actions good and virtuous, done for the wealth of the people of Hommlet. Those so noble as yourselves will grace and ornament the presence of any gathering. We beseech you to kindly honor us with your presence during the Feasts of Edoira at Windy Crag in the town of Safeton.
Dame Gold
The woman who handed you the message stands at the edge of the nearby woods beside a pegasus, which much have been what she rode to get here. It's clear that she's giving you a private moment to decide what to do with this sudden message.
Two new people have joined your little group and become fast friends with Ixion and Esme
Since your stay here, you have seen the villagers change. The braumeister and his nephew have proven fine companions over the winter nights, and you have tipped many a flagon in their fine company. Ostler the Innkeeper plays a fine game of draughts: indeed he's a bit of a sharper at it, having taken you a few clever wagers. That fine-looking spinster woman from the farm by the pond has paid a few calls. You've even managed to get a few civil words out of Black Jay and have enioyed a good home meal at the homes of some of the folk. Ah, yes, it's beginning to feel like home.
As you stretch out on the bench before the inn to warm yourself in the sun, you spot a stranger striding down the lane. Ostler, leaning out his front door, nods in that direction and says, "Now, what do you make of that? 'Tis a man wrapped in the colors of some lord, strolling through our Hommlet. bustlin' like he's driven on some grand business. Mayhaps I'll have me some lord's party stayin' for the night." With a shrug he goes inside, calling to his family.
Looking closely, you can make out the glint of flaxen hair tumbling out from beneath the liveried cape. From the way this stranger moves, you'd safely guess him to be a her. Now, what business would a woman have in such a sleepy little village, a lord's woman at that?
Assuming a sleepy pose, you continue to watch the stranger through halfclosed eyes. With apurposeful stride, she crosses the inn yard and passes your bench. A mingled scent of perfume and horse sweat follows her. There are muffled voices inside.
Suddenly, she steps back out the door and tosses back the hood of her cloak. "Good sirs and ma'am," she says with a graceful curtsy, "I bear a message from Most Worthy Dame Gold of Safeton." She is, as you guessed, a young woman, endowed with a dignified and subdued beauty. She thrusts a heavy, buff envelope into your startled hands. "To The Saviors of Hommlet" is written across the front in a spidery hand. The back is closed with a large blob of wax pressed with a seal. She turns and walks away.
The invitation reads:
To those Brave and Worthy;
May it never be said that the courageous undertake valor for the hope of reward nor the righteous seek purity, and thus may aspersions of evil never fall upon thy name. But, as ye know too well, the rewards of virtue are painful and cold.
Our advisors, through wisdom and sagacity. have proclaimed thy actions good and virtuous, done for the wealth of the people of Hommlet. Those so noble as yourselves will grace and ornament the presence of any gathering. We beseech you to kindly honor us with your presence during the Feasts of Edoira at Windy Crag in the town of Safeton.
Dame Gold
The woman who handed you the message stands at the edge of the nearby woods beside a pegasus, which much have been what she rode to get here. It's clear that she's giving you a private moment to decide what to do with this sudden message.
OOC:
Itkovian has left, heading back to the Grey Swords now that his quest is done.Two new people have joined your little group and become fast friends with Ixion and Esme