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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 16, 2020 21:19:28 GMT
The ancestral homes of the lords of Bryndamare.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 16, 2020 21:33:13 GMT
Silvia arrived at the castle dressed in a fresh outfit in her traditional style. This time she had chosen a white shirt and blue breeches, with her usual hat and high boots. When she arrived, she asked if her friend Lady Cassandra; the two had been travelling companions for a while.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 21:45:59 GMT
The sometime musician is in the castle’s yard, watching soldiers fight. She’s very petite, not an inch over five feet and her hair nearly touches the ground when it is undone. She is eating a plum as Silvia approached. “Well well!” She said, grinning. “It’s so good to see you here! It’s been what, a year now?” She shook her head. “Time flies.”
In the yard several of the men stop fighting to admire the songstress as she walked by but then returned to their regularly scheduled beatings.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 16, 2020 21:54:06 GMT
"Cassie!" Silvia's arms went around her friend in a hug. "Yes, it's been far too long. I'm so pleased you're here. I'm on the road again, helping a friend with some things. You've probably heard of him - Nigel Thornheart."
She grinned. "I was hoping you'd still be here. I couldn't pass up the chance to see you. And I thought I'd pay my respects to the lord, if I may. I think we'll be in town for a while."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 22:15:16 GMT
Cassandra chuckled. “That author?” she asked. “With the naked women on the covers of his books? I didn’t think you were so risqué for a show,” she added with a wink. “You want to meet Lord Bryndamare? Personal or professional?” She asked. “It’s hard to stay professional around him,” she added as an afterthought.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 16, 2020 22:26:36 GMT
"Oh?" Silvia raised an eyebrow. "That sounds interesting. I'm thinking professionally, but having a friend in high places is always beneficial."
She grinned. "Nigel's taste in book covers is rather sleazy. I'll give you that, and it's annoying when you're trying to have a proper conversation and he's propositioning you instead, but there's actually a half-decent person beneath the public persona. That's the Nigel I agreed to work with. I'm helping him recruit for the army, actually."
She paused to grin again. "I'm confident my songs will persuade plenty of people to follow the drum."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2020 23:01:23 GMT
Cassandra chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll all go forth to die for your affection,” she agreed. “I’ll see if Lord Bryndamare is open to a quiet dinner,” she said. “It’s odd he isn’t here in the yard. He despises most of his vassal lords. He told me once that all politicians were good for was kindling in the winter.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 17, 2020 8:25:35 GMT
Silvia laughed. "I can't say he's wrong," she replied. She glanced around the yard with interest. "I'd be grateful for that meeting if Lord Bryndamare is willing. HE seems like the sort of person I should be speaking to."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2020 19:00:49 GMT
Cassandra grinned a bit mysteriously then brushed her hair to the side. “Well then, let’s go,” she chirped. She led Silvia to a side exit she hadn’t even noticed and down towards a small pond inside the castle walls.
Lord Arslan Bryndamare is an easy sort to recognize: tall and broad with long wavy golden hair. His steel blue eyes are a bit narrow and cold. He’s dressed in a white buttoned shirt and dark green trousers with black leather boots. He turned to the newcomers. “Cassandra,” he said with a very slight smile. He turned toward Silvia with interest. “And who have you found today?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 17, 2020 20:28:38 GMT
Silvia greeted the Lord with her trademark bow.
"Silvia Raizer, my lord. I'm better known as the Skylark of Bastion."
She sized him up with interest. He seemed stern but she thought him handsome and she liked his taste in clothes.
"I'm expecting to be in town for a while."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2020 21:02:16 GMT
“The Skylark, hm? Another singer? Cassandra I’m surprised you’re willing to introduce the competition.” He rubbed his chin. “And here to stay a while. I’ve heard of you,” he admitted, “my friends who have seen you have much to say. Hopefully you live up to your reputation.” He looked her over and apparently had already made one determination anyway.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 17, 2020 21:21:43 GMT
"I will." She was confident in her abilities. "Perhaps I will sing for you, my Lord."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2020 22:26:34 GMT
“I’d expect nothing else,” he said. “Though I’ve heard the lute isn’t the only item you’re capable of wielding...proficiently,” he concluded. “When would you like to show me how talented you are?” His voice is deep and it makes it hard to tel how much of a double or triple entendre he’s using.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 18, 2020 9:14:32 GMT
She smiled at him. "That depends, my lord, on what's in it for me. I'm willing to do favours for those I deem worthy, but I have only just arrived, after all, and I'll need to get a better sense of your interests before I make any promises."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2020 16:04:00 GMT
Lord Arslan laughed at that. “I’m curious who you’ve deemed worthy,” he said in his baritone voice, “But I will color myself mildly intrigued,” he allowed. “In two days there’s a festival in the city and there’s always a singing competition...but I suppose you can audition this evening.”
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