|
|
Post by Gunnar Voldemon on Mar 1, 2016 1:07:01 GMT
Anyone?
|
|
|
|
Post by Storyteller on Mar 1, 2016 19:07:04 GMT
The Manor house of Galahad is keeping busy servants and guards mill about with the mundane tasks of the day. On a fine spring evening a single rider approaches the Manor house dressed in fine armour and silks his crest is that of Hugh Deburge of Wales. He rides at a quick trot toward the guards.
"Alert your Lord, Fredrick Deburge son of Hugh approaches for an audience," the knight exclaims.
"If he asks my sire is Joffery Æwick, my grandsire is Brutus Gallus, my great grand sire is Romulus, his sire is Ventrue," as though implanting the command into the guards mind.
The sentry turns and quick marches into the front door of the Manor house to look for Galahad.
|
|
|
|
Post by Storyteller on Mar 2, 2016 6:34:02 GMT
The guard is gone for about twenty to thirty minutes before returning with a puzzled look on his face.
"Good knight, it um... appears... That ..... Well .... I cannot find my Lord," the guard stammers out. "He isn't in his study and well his horse is still here," pointing towards the stable.
Fredrick looks concerned that the obvious befuddlement of the guard, "did your Lord say or plan any outtings?"
"Well.... I.... Don't think so but his maid servant did mention that he has not taken his dinner in over a week," the guard squeaks out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Storyteller on Mar 3, 2016 0:04:13 GMT
Ooc: You can interact with this scene.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ricchar Hahn on Mar 3, 2016 4:16:21 GMT
Richaar approaches.
"Guard may i have a moment"
Richaar pulls the guard aside/
"Why are we only hearing about this strange behavior now. This is unacceptable, and if the duke is hurt i will make sure that you answer for the transgression personally"
Giving the guard a slight shove Richaar storms off looking for Gunner.
|
|
|
|
Post by Storyteller on Mar 3, 2016 4:49:26 GMT
Fredrick looks toward the man who just shoved the guard, "good sir? A moment of your time?"
"I have travel far and through dangerous paths to get here perhaps you could answer me a few questions?" The knight dismounts unarmed as he speaks.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gunnar Voldemon on Mar 4, 2016 0:02:16 GMT
Coming from the Stables is Gunnar, Knight of the realm. "Richaar, what do you require?" He says, looking between the two as he draws across the manors courtyard. Sniffing at the dismounting Rider. "And what's this?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Storyteller on Mar 4, 2016 0:15:31 GMT
"I am looking for Galahad," Fredrick asks, "I heard that he is looking for are new squire as his last one has perished."
Fredrick looks up and down the man who walked out the stables.
"Alas it appears that Galahad has not been seen for sometime though?" Fredrick assumes.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gunnar Voldemon on Mar 4, 2016 0:19:25 GMT
"What do you mean by this stranger?" Gunnar asks, looking from the would be squire to Richaar. "Where is Lord Galahad?"
|
|
...
Established
Posts: 158
|
Post by ... on Mar 4, 2016 0:37:04 GMT
Lyrah pokes her head around the corner before skipping up to the others, blinking a few times as she evaluates the situation.
"What's all this then? Someone is throwing a party and I wasn't invited? Oh the horror! Please please, someone do fill me in on the events that transpire here, I do so wish to take part!"
She grinned, smile stretched from ear to ear as she looked to Gunnar and the others, waiting to let in on things.
|
|
|
|
Post by Storyteller on Mar 4, 2016 0:53:09 GMT
"I am looking for an audience with Lord Galahad, my name is Fredrick Deburge," he stammers out slowly.
"The guard has said that Galahad has not been seen for a period," he continues, "if you find him please inform him I will be at the Shield of Safety."
Fredrick has a look of worry on his face as he turns back to his horse.
|
|
