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Post by The Flint on Nov 24, 2008 15:33:05 GMT -5
Deep inside the Lonely Hills sits a small ringfort on a high grassy mound overlooking the White Knife River. It's surrounded by a deep spiked ditch and high palisade of sharpened poles and is bordered on three sides by the river. At the top of the high earthen mound is the sod and timber longhouse of The Burley. In the bailey are the sheep pen and the larder as well as the homes of his immediate family.
OOC: Please do not post here if you have not already posted at the Lonely Hills as almost all travelers will be challenged before they reach the Fastness.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 26, 2008 7:03:52 GMT -5
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Ondrew Burley arrives at the Fastness of the Burleys and sets about sorting out the new additions to the Clan's flocks of sheep and goats.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 3, 2008 18:16:03 GMT -5
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Hallis led the two Harclays across the river by pulling on the rope, and soon they found themselves on the other side. Hallis waved at an old woman and an older man pushing a cart, and nimbly stepped aside of some sheep dung.
"Watch your step." he yelled back, as they made their way through the bailey surrounded by its palisade, up to the Motte, where the longhouse of The Burley resided.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 3, 2008 18:21:33 GMT -5
Hamish laughed as Scot stepped in the sheep dung, cursing a bit and trying to scrape it of with a stick.
The two Harclay's looked around, a bit amazed how the alike the Burley and Harclay Fastness really was. Neither one of them had ever been to meet with the Burley Clan before.
"So what kind of man would you say the Burley is." Hamish asked and hurried up beside the boy.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 3, 2008 18:26:04 GMT -5
"He's the old kind." the boy said grinning, before wrapping on the small door of the long house. There was a muffled, "Come in." And the boy crawled inside.
"Hamish Harclay and Scot Harclay. Hamish saved Franny's girl from a bear couple months ago, I heard." The boy said.
Inside were three men. The oldest, in his fifties, had a messy grey beard and long grey hair. to his right, a younger man, in his late thirties with a strong family resemblance. To his left, a young man, mayhaps in his late teens or early twenties with a mane of brown hair and a scruff growing beard.
"Welcome Hamish of the Harclays. We thank you for what you did for Fran's girl. I'm Herdon Burley." The grey haired man said. "This is my son Hamish, and his son Ondrew. You're welcome to our meat and mead." He gestured to the youngest of the three Burleys, who handed a plate of salt, bread and a slice of mutton over, along with a drinking horn.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 3, 2008 18:34:49 GMT -5
"I greet you, Herdon Burley, Clan Leader of the Burley's" he said and placed his fisted hand and bowed. "It's an honor to speak with you."
Scot nodded too, but as the drinking horn came, his concentration fell on that instead.
Hamish looked at his namesake, with a smile.
"Your father gave you a name to be proud of"
He gave the young man, that seemed to be around his age a simple nod.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 3, 2008 18:38:59 GMT -5
Ondrew seemed to be sizing up the two Harclays, but returned the nod, and offered a wry smile when he was caught examining them. Hamish smiled, and Herdon only nodded.
"What can the Burleys do for our friends the Harclays?" Herdon said after a time.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 3, 2008 18:43:33 GMT -5
"My father and I hope to bind together our two clans through a wedding."
Hamish was a man that didn't beat around the bush, and usually spoke his mind, instead of disguising it with fancy words.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 3, 2008 18:47:06 GMT -5
Herdon nodded but said nothing.
"Do you seek a bride, or do you have a sister who needst be wed?" Ondrew asked, letting his elders play the roles of quiet observers as was common.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 4, 2008 5:53:14 GMT -5
"Both actually" Hamish answered and looked at Ondrew, a bit suprised that they young boy spoke instead of the Burley. His father rarely let anyone else speak for him when it came to clan matters.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 4, 2008 9:07:50 GMT -5
Ondrew looked at his grandfather who nodded his assent.
"I see," Ondrew. "Is the girl of an age to be wedded and bedded?" He asked, struggling internally to recall the many questions his grandfather had instructed be asked in situations such as this.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 4, 2008 13:42:55 GMT -5
"She celebrated her fifteenth name day a few months ago, so yes."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 4, 2008 14:05:28 GMT -5
Ondrew looked to his father who nodded, "And what man of your clan is seeking a match?" Hamish Burley asked.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 5, 2008 3:45:05 GMT -5
"Myself actually" Hamish said and looked at his namesake.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 5, 2008 9:13:39 GMT -5
"Heir of The Harclay heh?" Hamish asked, raising his eyebrow. "Seems a goodly match to me. And the bride you offer, what branch of your clan does she stem from?" He asked as he took a piece of mutton from the clay plate and began to munch.
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Hope you all are well and happy.