The Four Lands - Southern Operatives

[J. Alexander]

Defense of the Manor

"Tis nightfall of the same day Good Sir" she responds..

OCC: You basically got about 4 hours sleep

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Katherine Brightlaw

Katherine awakes with the others, goes through a short series of stretches to work the kinks out, and is ready for action.

 

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong

Nijel gets up, shakes his blond mane vigorously, flexes his pecs, and is ready. He gives Aidan a loving, brotherly wink across the room, and smiles at Roak, "Think you that we shall fight through to the last ranks of the enemy's army today, or, perhaps, at least the mid-point?"

 

[Rhun]

Roak nods and smiles back to Nijel. "We shall cleave our way through their ranks, leaving only blood and bit of orc in our wake. And when we are finished, we can continue on our way to the Lord Marshall."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Katherine Brightlaw

Kat pauses involuntarily in the midst of her stretches, her eyes rolling and a small smile curving the corners of her lips in amusement at her friends enthusiasm.

 

[J. Alexander]

Several young girls enter the room with buckets of hot water and fresh towels. "These are for you gentlmen" while there is not enough water for baths the five buckets are enough to wash most of the sleep and some of the grime off should you wish. With the opening of the door, the smell of fresh bread comes into the room.

 

[Leif]

Nijel Bladesong

Nijel says, "Thank you kindly, ladies! I shall be a happy paladin when I have rid myself of some of this trail grime." Whereupon, Nijel proceeds to wash.

"Ahh, much better! Now for some of that fresh bread! Nijel now follows his nose to breakfast.

 

[Scotley]

Alban

"Lass, could you direct me to the chapel please?" He will wash carefully and then go to pray.

 

[J. Alexander]

Defense of the Manor

Alban is given directions to what he eventually discovers to be a small and very old chapel. At his best guess from the design and layout it is some 200 to 250 years old.

OCC: Does Nijel strip in front of the lasses

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Katherine Brightlaw

Eschewing modesty, Katherine uses the thoughtfully provided water and sponges to wash herself, gets ready for another day of hard riding, and presents herself for food.