Post by Reno on Jan 25, 2007 23:48:09 GMT -5
"they say that the town of Cambria was first heralded over by Cambrudira of Northern Essex." The storyteller finalized, waving his arms for empathesis. "The great king Edward- long live the king!- had given him such power. Aie, it is said Cambrudira won such an honor by besting the dirty french when they tried to retake Calais! You will never know of better man then he. With the strength of twenty men in his arm... Strong and fierce, fast and glorious he struck them dead, and was given a great feast for his efforts!! Cambria was his prize, one of the greastest fiefs ever to have been dealt out! Edward, never would you find a better king, was of a generous and honorble sort. Remeber that he will forever give us this wonderful place! And whoeever shall say it is not would be foolish because our very own king of this day has chosen it as the new land to rule it at! The great and noble, the wonderful and youthful Kisvir!"
A young woman, one who had barely seen 14 summers, with hair that mimicked the night sky and strange eyes that shimmered like orange fire stayed hidden as the story was told.
Dagmir shut her eyes, leaning back against the wall with a small smile, listening to the story as it came to an end with a great interest. It was an old one though, but it had lasted over 100 years - At least from what she was messaged - full of blood and triumph of the English Empire all spiraling down to where Cambria was first founded.
Kisvir. young for a king, but most where. She was certain he had only seen 17 summers thus far. His father before him, Samual, had not lived to see his thrity-seventh and his mother had died after the bloody birthing.
She snuck a peek at the storyteller, and the crowd he had gathered from her alleyway safe and sound. the reason she hid... was because if she were to unmask herself it would mean certain death. Because she was a witch. She did not know what to call her powers... jsut that they were strange and terrifying. And strong. The only reason they could not catch her... was for that very reason.
"Tell us oh one with much creative tougne," one man spoke up, "what of Falkirk and Lady Jade? Has great King Kisvir finally settled his mind?"
"such an acidric tougne, spitting viper." the storyteller said aghast. "Your trust in our king seems soiled. Do not let the Chalivier hear such traitous thoughts!" His warning was clear.
Dagmir shuttered. The Chalivier. Otherwise know as the royal army, the one that fought for Kisvir. The very same men who were after her head. She need not hear any more. she had already heard the updates of such information from some stray gloating solidiers. This was the only way she could survive. by hearing such news and formalities, she learned of predicatments, of where the army was strong and where it would be easy to fetch some free bread. Sure she was powerful, but she had been hurt before, despite all facts, she did not want to meet Death quite yet. Caustiousness was her only way...
"oh Lord... why curse me so..." Dagmir murmured, looking towards the sky, towards the unreachable heavens. a witch as herself could not enter such a holy place.
Falkirk. A town of the Scotish, and home of the roality of the country. England and Scotland had always been on bad terms, ever since Henry had mistakenly executed the daughter of the crown. a high offense even for the fact of it being a woman. no one hurt royality. Such misdemeaners had kept the two countries locked in combat for much time. Winters and blood has passed and yet nothing has ever been decided.
Until Kisvir was crowned in Westershire Castle not two summers before. He was setting out, humbly, to finally make peace by marriage to Lady Jade, the beautiful vixen of the Scotish family.
Dagmir shook her head, as she began to walk away.
"and of Shuro and Lady Chidori?" the one dubbed 'spitting viper' snapped back. "do you know that cur?"
She did not get two steps before she paused. Now that information, if new, could be useful. she tuned in attentively. Yes what off the King's conseler Eorl of York Shuro, and of Chidori of France?
The storyteller made a hissing noise like a snake. "aie, They are to be wed near the time of the turning leaves."
Dagmir's eyes widened. Wed... in Autumn?! but was that not what Kisvir wished for him and Jade as well?!?!
This was dangerous for the young king. He was asking for great disater. England had been on bad terms with France since Edward's reign! the battle of Calais... the story she had just heard the storyteller utter... Though they still owned the small port town, the fight between the two crowns had always been evident. But France was weak, and easily bended to treaties just to stop battling.
Giving Chidori, the daughter of Charles, to Shuro, the one closest to the king, was like a treaty itself. If the binding worked, France and England would settle their differences.
However, the problem was the Scottish also had much bark with France, ever since an invasion of the little country left the Scootish with a dead king. A lucky, rare win, one hardly ever seen by such a breakable country such as France. But the terms of hate staied, and the jests made at the land were harsh and cruel. Would Scotland's king apporve to wed Lady Jade to a king who so easily gave in to a weak countries pleas?
She did not know, but she could see much turmoil in the future. But the more fighting that happened, the more chances of stealing she would have. Maybe this was a good development for her.
Dagmir stalked down the alleyway quickly, exalted by her new finding. She was hungry as well. The marketplace was close. maybe, if God was shining down on her today, she would get the meat she craved so very badly this summer's afternoon.
OOC: *stares* holy CRAP that's long. Wheehee if you don't get it just ask!
A young woman, one who had barely seen 14 summers, with hair that mimicked the night sky and strange eyes that shimmered like orange fire stayed hidden as the story was told.
Dagmir shut her eyes, leaning back against the wall with a small smile, listening to the story as it came to an end with a great interest. It was an old one though, but it had lasted over 100 years - At least from what she was messaged - full of blood and triumph of the English Empire all spiraling down to where Cambria was first founded.
Kisvir. young for a king, but most where. She was certain he had only seen 17 summers thus far. His father before him, Samual, had not lived to see his thrity-seventh and his mother had died after the bloody birthing.
She snuck a peek at the storyteller, and the crowd he had gathered from her alleyway safe and sound. the reason she hid... was because if she were to unmask herself it would mean certain death. Because she was a witch. She did not know what to call her powers... jsut that they were strange and terrifying. And strong. The only reason they could not catch her... was for that very reason.
"Tell us oh one with much creative tougne," one man spoke up, "what of Falkirk and Lady Jade? Has great King Kisvir finally settled his mind?"
"such an acidric tougne, spitting viper." the storyteller said aghast. "Your trust in our king seems soiled. Do not let the Chalivier hear such traitous thoughts!" His warning was clear.
Dagmir shuttered. The Chalivier. Otherwise know as the royal army, the one that fought for Kisvir. The very same men who were after her head. She need not hear any more. she had already heard the updates of such information from some stray gloating solidiers. This was the only way she could survive. by hearing such news and formalities, she learned of predicatments, of where the army was strong and where it would be easy to fetch some free bread. Sure she was powerful, but she had been hurt before, despite all facts, she did not want to meet Death quite yet. Caustiousness was her only way...
"oh Lord... why curse me so..." Dagmir murmured, looking towards the sky, towards the unreachable heavens. a witch as herself could not enter such a holy place.
Falkirk. A town of the Scotish, and home of the roality of the country. England and Scotland had always been on bad terms, ever since Henry had mistakenly executed the daughter of the crown. a high offense even for the fact of it being a woman. no one hurt royality. Such misdemeaners had kept the two countries locked in combat for much time. Winters and blood has passed and yet nothing has ever been decided.
Until Kisvir was crowned in Westershire Castle not two summers before. He was setting out, humbly, to finally make peace by marriage to Lady Jade, the beautiful vixen of the Scotish family.
Dagmir shook her head, as she began to walk away.
"and of Shuro and Lady Chidori?" the one dubbed 'spitting viper' snapped back. "do you know that cur?"
She did not get two steps before she paused. Now that information, if new, could be useful. she tuned in attentively. Yes what off the King's conseler Eorl of York Shuro, and of Chidori of France?
The storyteller made a hissing noise like a snake. "aie, They are to be wed near the time of the turning leaves."
Dagmir's eyes widened. Wed... in Autumn?! but was that not what Kisvir wished for him and Jade as well?!?!
This was dangerous for the young king. He was asking for great disater. England had been on bad terms with France since Edward's reign! the battle of Calais... the story she had just heard the storyteller utter... Though they still owned the small port town, the fight between the two crowns had always been evident. But France was weak, and easily bended to treaties just to stop battling.
Giving Chidori, the daughter of Charles, to Shuro, the one closest to the king, was like a treaty itself. If the binding worked, France and England would settle their differences.
However, the problem was the Scottish also had much bark with France, ever since an invasion of the little country left the Scootish with a dead king. A lucky, rare win, one hardly ever seen by such a breakable country such as France. But the terms of hate staied, and the jests made at the land were harsh and cruel. Would Scotland's king apporve to wed Lady Jade to a king who so easily gave in to a weak countries pleas?
She did not know, but she could see much turmoil in the future. But the more fighting that happened, the more chances of stealing she would have. Maybe this was a good development for her.
Dagmir stalked down the alleyway quickly, exalted by her new finding. She was hungry as well. The marketplace was close. maybe, if God was shining down on her today, she would get the meat she craved so very badly this summer's afternoon.
OOC: *stares* holy CRAP that's long. Wheehee if you don't get it just ask!
