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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4115618" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Herald of the Yellow King - Part 3a: The Village of Brighton</strong></p><p></p><p>Vlad was questioned at length about what had happened in Dunover and, predictably, Duke Adolphos was not pleased. He ordered them to rest the remainder of the day, but demanded they visit Brighton as soon as possible. The house guard was put on alert and armed men began patrolling the castle grounds.</p><p></p><p>“Well, at least Mother Esther will be all right,” said Vlad from his mount. “It turns out she’s actually a great aunt of a member of the kitchen staff.”</p><p></p><p>“How wonderful for her,” said Ilmarė. Snow had begun to fall steadily. “Osalian is displeased. A snowstorm is brewing.”</p><p></p><p>At long last, they saw the village of Brighton through the falling snow. Smoke rose from most of the chimneys and people were moving about chopping wood, running errands, and tending to chores. While smaller than Derek’s Holding and Dunover, Brighton boasted larger and better-made furnishings. </p><p></p><p>Kham sniffed the air. “I smell fresh-baked bread,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“Do you ever think of anything besides your stomach?” asked Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>“Sometimes a little lower,” said Kham. </p><p></p><p>The steady rhythm of a blacksmith’s hammer punctuated the play of children in the snow.</p><p></p><p>“It’s an improvement,” said Vlad. “After the horrors we experienced in the last two villages, it’s good to come to a place of life and normalcy.”</p><p></p><p>Peasants came out to greet and welcome them. The mounts and sleigh were taken into the village’s largest barn and the animals were brushed and fed. </p><p></p><p>Vlad was ushered into the reeve’s home. </p><p></p><p>“Welcome!” said a large, loud man. “I am Bannen, Reeve of Brighton. How can I help you?”</p><p></p><p>Vlad spoke in as imperious a voice as he could muster. “I am Vlad Martell, Bailiff of Archduke Adolphos val’Tensen.” He indicated his companions with a nod of his head. “These are my sergeants.”</p><p></p><p>Bannen smiled. “I am much pleased by your presence, but I can assure you that all is in order in Brighton, as it has been for the past several months.”</p><p></p><p>“Have you seen anything strange?” asked Dril. “A storyteller perhaps?”</p><p></p><p>“None tell stories here,” said Bannen, “except to each other over a warm fire.” He grinned. A large fireplace crackled behind them. “There was a boy who saw a strange man, however.” He ordered another villager to fetch the boy.</p><p></p><p>A dirty boy, not more than twelve winters, was dragged in from the outside. Vlad caught a glimpse of the snow, which was so piled up in front of the door that it was becoming difficult to open.</p><p></p><p>“Tell them what you saw,” said Bannen.</p><p></p><p>“I was gathering firewood when I saw a strange man,” said the boy. “He was lurking around in the woods near some old hunter’s lodge.”</p><p></p><p>“How was he strange?” asked Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>“He wasn’t from around here,” said the boy. “And he wore a colorful cloak.”</p><p></p><p>“I’d like to see this lodge,” said Dril.</p><p></p><p>“Of course, of course.” Bannen waved the boy off. “But night is fast approaching and the storm is getting worse by the minute. It’ll have to wait until morning. You must stay the night.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think—“ said Vlad.</p><p></p><p>“That’d be great,” interrupted Kham. “Got something to drink around here?”</p><p></p><p>“I like your sergeant already!” The reeve patted Kham on the back. “We recently slaughtered an ox in town in preparation for our holiday feast. We have two rooms available with a roaring fire in each. Please, make yourselves at home.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t like this,” said Dril. “Something’s wrong.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t see why,” said Vlad. “This is what village life should be like.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever,” said Ilmarė. “All I know is that the rest of you can sleep in a separate room.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4115618, member: 3285"] [b]Herald of the Yellow King - Part 3a: The Village of Brighton[/b] Vlad was questioned at length about what had happened in Dunover and, predictably, Duke Adolphos was not pleased. He ordered them to rest the remainder of the day, but demanded they visit Brighton as soon as possible. The house guard was put on alert and armed men began patrolling the castle grounds. “Well, at least Mother Esther will be all right,” said Vlad from his mount. “It turns out she’s actually a great aunt of a member of the kitchen staff.” “How wonderful for her,” said Ilmarė. Snow had begun to fall steadily. “Osalian is displeased. A snowstorm is brewing.” At long last, they saw the village of Brighton through the falling snow. Smoke rose from most of the chimneys and people were moving about chopping wood, running errands, and tending to chores. While smaller than Derek’s Holding and Dunover, Brighton boasted larger and better-made furnishings. Kham sniffed the air. “I smell fresh-baked bread,” he said. “Do you ever think of anything besides your stomach?” asked Ilmarė. “Sometimes a little lower,” said Kham. The steady rhythm of a blacksmith’s hammer punctuated the play of children in the snow. “It’s an improvement,” said Vlad. “After the horrors we experienced in the last two villages, it’s good to come to a place of life and normalcy.” Peasants came out to greet and welcome them. The mounts and sleigh were taken into the village’s largest barn and the animals were brushed and fed. Vlad was ushered into the reeve’s home. “Welcome!” said a large, loud man. “I am Bannen, Reeve of Brighton. How can I help you?” Vlad spoke in as imperious a voice as he could muster. “I am Vlad Martell, Bailiff of Archduke Adolphos val’Tensen.” He indicated his companions with a nod of his head. “These are my sergeants.” Bannen smiled. “I am much pleased by your presence, but I can assure you that all is in order in Brighton, as it has been for the past several months.” “Have you seen anything strange?” asked Dril. “A storyteller perhaps?” “None tell stories here,” said Bannen, “except to each other over a warm fire.” He grinned. A large fireplace crackled behind them. “There was a boy who saw a strange man, however.” He ordered another villager to fetch the boy. A dirty boy, not more than twelve winters, was dragged in from the outside. Vlad caught a glimpse of the snow, which was so piled up in front of the door that it was becoming difficult to open. “Tell them what you saw,” said Bannen. “I was gathering firewood when I saw a strange man,” said the boy. “He was lurking around in the woods near some old hunter’s lodge.” “How was he strange?” asked Ilmarė. “He wasn’t from around here,” said the boy. “And he wore a colorful cloak.” “I’d like to see this lodge,” said Dril. “Of course, of course.” Bannen waved the boy off. “But night is fast approaching and the storm is getting worse by the minute. It’ll have to wait until morning. You must stay the night.” “I don’t think—“ said Vlad. “That’d be great,” interrupted Kham. “Got something to drink around here?” “I like your sergeant already!” The reeve patted Kham on the back. “We recently slaughtered an ox in town in preparation for our holiday feast. We have two rooms available with a roaring fire in each. Please, make yourselves at home.” “I don’t like this,” said Dril. “Something’s wrong.” “I don’t see why,” said Vlad. “This is what village life should be like.” “Whatever,” said Ilmarė. “All I know is that the rest of you can sleep in a separate room.” [/QUOTE]
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