Greycowl's camp

[Greycowl]

Always moving, Greycowl and his band often set up camp in one of the many hidden, difficult to find places of the Kingswood. Sentries are always out around the camp, many hiding up in trees.

[Greycowl]

Greycowl sat on a rock, a pile of pieces of wood beside him which he was whittling into finely crafted arrows, soflty whistling a sad song.

[Ollie]

A grizzled looking woodsman perked up as the morose whistling reached his ears. He was clad in dark studded leathers that made a stark contrast to his short, wiry more-salt-than-pepper hair and beard. In his left hand he hefted a huge felling axe that looked as if it had seen more bark than blood in its day.

"Might be I 'eard at'un afore," the woodsman said in an accent as thick as a good beef stew, "Woss its name?"

[Greycowl]

Greycowl's head turned under his hood to look at the man.

"The Vow Unspoken, it's called," he said in a smooth, kind voice, "though generally it's sung a slightly more lively manner, but I prefer my own version."

"Are there any songs you like? I could whistle one of those instead."

[Ollie]

The woodsmen nodded along at his explanation, chewing off a hangnail with his yellowing teeth. "Hmmm... Y'know th' tune 'bout 'is'n purple flower, 'suposed t'make ye sleep n' ne'er wake 'gain?"

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Harrick, a wiry young archer, was making arrows by the fire. He laughed at the woodsman's words. "That should make an even livelier tune."

[Ollie]

The man pivoted to face the fletcher, his body well muscled from years of hard labor rippling under his leathers. "It be th' song me nan sang t' me when I'us jes a wee boy," he said, displeased by the youngster.

[Tallahar]

A slightly round tall man with black hair walks back into the camp area. His laugh is very loud, "Anyone got something to drink?"

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"Well go ahead and sing it for us," Harrick said good humoredly. "Might I've heard it, if you're from my area. Where are you from, friend? And do you have a name?"

"There must be some piss-poor ale somewhere here," he added to the round black-haired man.

[Tallahar]

"Well bring the true king some will you."

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Harrick raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, Your Grace, but my arrows need sharpening."

[Ollie]

"T'ain't a singer. I'm a woodsman, boy," he said, as if his broad frame and massive axe weren't proof enough. "Y'call me Rufus, or Master Rivers, if y'want somethin' from me."

[Tallahar]

May 17, 2008 22:58:59 GMT -5 @elane said:

Harrick raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, Your Grace, but my arrows need sharpening."

"Well your king needs a drink. Now move boy. You big man, is there anything to eat?"

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"Where you from, Rufus? I'm from Bluegriffin Point, on the Connington lands."

"Get it yourself," Harrick told the black-haired man. "Do we look like your servants?"

[House Lefford]

Linus sat quietly watching his assorted brethren sharpening his sword.