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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 13, 2020 21:08:13 GMT
The group of ladies met at a prearranged point to discuss their options. They made a strange crowd with their various carts following Ceutinde's carriage. After travelling for a few hours they stopped close to a picturesque little village to stretch their legs and water the horses.
"This really is a marvel," Silvia remarked to Ceutinde. "I had no idea such carriages were possible, even with magic. I might have to invest in one. It will make moving from town to town so much easier."
She looked out the window to see if she could see Nigel Thornheart in his carriage. She had originally promised to travel with him, after all, and she meant to keep to that if she could, even though their plans had changed after the excursion with Justine.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 13, 2020 21:41:19 GMT
Justine had made her way out on her own. A horse and a small amount of baggage (she didn’t own much, after all, even after the comparative decadence of living in Bastion with money) made it easy enough. After all, she was as inconspicuous as someone who had been asking a lot of questions recently and whose alter ego had murdered someone in an alley could be.
Still, she was very grateful to reach the location where they all could meet. “Glad you all made it.” She said as she dismounted, rubbing her bottom as she peered into the giant carriage. “All of you.”
“I suppose we get it together as quickly as we can and then begin traveling in earnest?”
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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 14, 2020 6:18:40 GMT
Ceutinde stood by the door of the carriage, helping the ladies one by one out into the daylight. "You're all welcome to come in and visit whenever you like, but let's try not to pack in quite like that again unless we need to." The guards that Carl had hired stood watch as they fanned out to their smaller, but less-crowded carts.
"Yes, something like that." She told Justine, arching her back in a stretch. "I told Nigel to try to catch us on the road. Couldn't help but flirt just a little bit. Always does motivate him. But no doubt he'll be behind us for a little ways, at least."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Oct 14, 2020 6:54:32 GMT
"Directly behind you, if he has anything to say about it. Aha!" the Adventurer Extraordinaire called out as he rode up on a stunning white destrier resplendent in his gleaming plate. A dust cloud on the horizon indicated Jeeves was close behind in a well appointed carriage. "I had expected to find three damsels in distress with the way you fled the city with such haste," he remarked, a touch of concern hidden beneath his bravado. He had certainly dressed for a fight and his warhorse had been run ragged.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 14, 2020 13:55:03 GMT
Justine watched as more women than she had imagined...and all their baggage...began filing out of the carriage. It was really impressive. Ceutinde certainly knew how to do everything with style. “Well. I’m impressed. But you’ve made me soft: not sure I could just wrap up in a cloak under a tree anymore.”
And then Nigel was there, in the nick of time, it seemed. She smiled, actually looking happy to see the Adventurer Extraordinaire as he rode up. “We might have been in distress had we stayed. I think my questions were starting to catch up with me. Oh, and the thing when Silvia and I did some light breaking and entering.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2020 15:54:07 GMT
The hamlet they gathered at is called Empress Point, one of the four small villages on the causeway between Bastion and Bryndamare that travelers stop at for fresh fish or to water the horses. It’s only two blocks wide; even at this widening of the causeway it isn’t a half mile across.
They’re largely alone as they swap carriages, the only other travelers heading east rather than west. It’s been mostly caravans of merchants and the governors soldiers and the occasional troupe. With a reasonable effort they would be at the gates to Bryndamare well before nightfall.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 14, 2020 17:25:25 GMT
"It was scary at the time but we're fine now," Silvia said brightly. She had perked up considerably after their adventure, and travelling in the magical carriage was part of it. Like Justine, she was very impressed with the capacity, and the number of women Ceutinde had managed to squeeze inside.
"Besides, look at us now, a mighty company of heroes off to see the world." She pitched her voice loud enough so all the women could hear, because she wanted to cheer any who might be anxious about their future. She headed over to Nigel.
"Hello, Nigel. Ready to work on our creative endeavours? I know I am. I brought whisky if you're interested in sharing a bottle while we work."
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Post by Ceutinde on Oct 14, 2020 17:43:38 GMT
Ceutinde couldn't help but smile when Nigel appeared, and she gave him an only-slightly-mocking curtsy. "You do have a knack for dashing entrances, my lord marshal. And something about my letters rather seems to hasten your old bones. At least you've stayed dressed, this time."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Oct 15, 2020 6:49:44 GMT
"Well in that case we had best move out, double time, and put some more road between us and Bastion. There will be more than enough time whisky and undressing once that is done." Nigel seemed all business for the moment, the lives of these comely women in his strong and capable hands. "I will be leading you to safety. As your Marshal, I must mention that jockeying for my affection is encouraged. Favoritism will be rampant and arbitrary. Now lets move out!"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 15, 2020 13:55:16 GMT
Justine rolled her eyes at the last bit of Nigel’s speech as she joined her horse to the baggage train. She liked Nigel, but not his games. She never quite understood the rules even when she was making them up and, well, didn’t care to get naked so quickly again. He had Somehow been more of a gentleman when she was alone and naked in his sitting room than he had ever been on the ships. She found herself silently watching him as she stroked the horse’s nose. When she felt her musing and introspection had gone on too long, Justine rejoined the others, more specifically, Ceutinde.
“Guess it’s into the carriages and onward to Bryndamare.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 15, 2020 19:13:02 GMT
Silvia laughed at Nigel's impudence. The man really did seem to have a one track mind when he was in the presence of women. And, well, she laughed because she might have been tempted to slap him otherwise.
"Nigel, when I say work, I do actually mean it," she said lightly, quietly enough so the others couldn't hear. "Perhaps we can spark each other's creativity."
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