Tournament III (PF)

[Wallace McGreggor]

Ay, bear thou men--that's what we'll need. ;]

Aina. Wonderful to hear from thee! I thought thou wert a little pre~occupied these days and shall write thy characters along till thou has' muse again to join in. Meantime: May all go smooth for thee and thy growing family!

[Aina of Teshwan]

Thank you, dear. I'm sure everything will be fine... and I can't wait to be able to lie on my belly again. ^^

[Rotiart Ami]

Aye, tis a good day to find oneself among the oaks, the waters...upon Berkana's grace:Othala.

Even one such as I, whom conspire against the order of the oak, can smile upon the lady of the waters and gracefully bow to the news at hand.

[i]*removes his feathered hat, and gracefully, respectfully bows to the lady of the West*[/i]

Lady Aina, may thy son soon fill your heart with joy and undying love ever after.
May thy love know no bounds and as thee travel along the path of life. And may thee always be graced with Berkana's blessing..her smile upon thee.
May the sun always find its way to shine, brightening thy steps, even when the clouds gather about to gray your journey.
I wisheth thee a good and happy life...forevermore.
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[Wallace McGreggor]

A great post, Lord of Lochlann!

What about thee, Rotiart--thou'rt up for a move of thine own?

And our Stewart, Sir Lézan--I'm looking forward to how thou mights' react.

[Rotiart Ami]

Hahaha... Aye.

But one as old as I, must first recap of past events. I shalt have to read once more of current events, as they seem to have faded somewhat from my senile memory.
But worry not. My ravens have put down in words of all past events and I shalt read of all that hast transpired at the tourney to refresh my mind.
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[Wallace McGreggor]

Rotiart, ol' barve! There thou art!

So we shall soon see a move of thee as well? Or after the ladies release thee from the Welcome Back parties?

[Rotiart Ami]

Aye...the parties...Hahaha...

Thee knoweth this old sword still hast the honed edge, my young pupil...Hahaha..
Aye, thee knoweth me too well.

But always, I find my feet to follow and come rest here in the full bosoms of my homeland..
Aye...she tis quite a lady, our beloved Othala. I cannot deny my heart and soul to her...ever.

Truth be told.. * looks over his shoulder and leans closer to the young McGreggor*
... I hast lost a bit of the day's track, my dear friend. So much ale and fine Ovkan malt I hast consumed at the tourney...
Tis hast me thinking that a sais hast passed at a moment's blink!
Aye..Tis the old man in me...beggeth me to lay down upon the good earth, me thinks...

But.. *straightens up his attire and traces the brim of his hat...plinking the feather in it's finale*...
...but I shalt sober up soon enough….worry that nevermore.

*gives the younger Lord a good rest of his arm upon his shoulder*
...so pray tell; what or whom is on thy own mind, my young pupil?
...and hide not that which I could plainly read on thy brow, and upon thy beating heart.
Thee hast a lady in mind...* his one eyebrow facing Wallace lifts* ...heavily.
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[Wallace McGreggor]

I'm glad to hear thou still loves' our mother as she deserveth; and ay, the Ovkhan malt, I think doth quick thy vision haze. -serious glance at the older, whose arm rests a bit heavy upon his shoulder- Or else thou'dst recognize that this lady thou read'st so heavily of my mind and brow is our lady Berkana herself--for her and our all earth is in trouble!

[Rotiart Ami]

*for a few heartbeats skipped, the old master thought he had his old friend Gavin at hand*

Berkana...Aye, Berkana tis her always then...

*gives him a good pat before ascending off the young lord*

Aye, tis war in the heart of thy father...Berkana...always.
*his voice, he finds distant now, as the young lord whom he loves as a son never begotten him, seems to be loosing his self in his fathr's footsteps*
...aye, she whom tis the good earth is fertitle enough..but for plow and flock. Thee art still mortal enough my youg pupil, to sow thy own seed within mortal flesh of Berkana's daughters to beget thy own son...no?
Tis not this the right of our lordships?
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[Wallace McGreggor]

Right for sure. -he gave the beloved elder an untypically impatient glare- But everything hath its time, and if we fail to prepare and fight by now, there'll be no earth for our seed to grow on.

-his whisper turned cutting-

So, if thy love is true, master--flush out thy hangover and help building our defense!

[Rotiart Ami]

*surprised him also; how for one moment his own thoughts were distant... then onother minute-*

...at what cost dost thy fight phantoms whom only thine own eyes hast said to have seen?!
Will thou empty the coiffeurs of thy house?...of thy servant lords houses, too?!! * eyes seem to focus like raptors upon prey*

Dost thee now come back from stained earths, whose children hast emptied and opened up their mother's bowels for spoils?
What tis this enemy whom hast yet to be seen?..Whom hast yet to set foot forward to reach for our sacred mother's bosoms?.
We art not in possession of all of our mother's goods to spoil on this war of phantoms, my young pupil!
No blood hast spilled upon the lap of our mother, other than by the stray daughter of Teshwan!
Wage thee war on her!...not the ghosts of outlands to mayhap be!

* he more now found his self scolding, than challenging the young lord of House McGreggor*
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[Wallace McGreggor]

-eyes glittered and disappointment momentarily showed before his molars ceased clenching, narrowed eyes steadied into a cool mask-

Very well. -he looked calmly on the face of his long-standing tutor and confidant- So, now thou, too, turn'st against me?