Blackmail! (as Pierce) - incomplete
========================== Bree Time ==========================
Real time: Thu Oct 20 21:03:56 2005
Bree time: Nighttime <10:11> on Sunday of Summer - June 12,1436
Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent Moon
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Breelands Weather: (note this was not used for this RP, It is daytime)
The nighttime summer air is very hot and dry around you. The night sky is cloud-filled and gloomy. The moon is above the horizon and in its waxing crescent phase.
Logging stopped.
Stone Houses
At the base of the Bree Hill, about a hundred comfortable-looking stone houses line the small and winding road that clings to the lower reaches of the hill. Red brick chimneys are built alongside each neatly-placed house and several of these chimneys spew forth smoke. A handful of skinny trees grow between some of the houses, and there in the centre of the street stands a green water pump. In place of one of the houses is a conspicuous gap, dismal-looking gravel that is still blackened in places, though weeds have started to reclaim the desolate space.
Light filters out of several of the windows of the houses that line the street. The light casts enough illumination among the night time shadows to allow folks to walk.
The night sky is cloud-filled and gloomy. The nighttime summer air is very hot and dry around you. The moon is above the horizon and in its waxing crescent phase.
Aleswyn (#21413)
Pierce (#32225)
[Pierce(#32225)]
The hot midday sun beats down oppresively for an early June day in Bree. As the noon hour finishes those that had wandered to their homes for their meals start travelling back to their tasks. In the square of some of the stone houses, a lone tree provides some shade to those not disposed to head back to work. Sitting with his eyes mostly closed and head tipped to one side is Pierce. His breathing is heavy, but not restful.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Though the day /is/ especially hot and oppressive, one person does not seem to be too bothered by it. Or if she is, surely she does not allow it to show. Aleswyn comes along from the centre of Bree, approaching the stone houses where many of Bree's citizens live. Not too far from the rubble-filled spot where once a house existed, she stands, looking. With a slight shake of her head, Aleswyn turns back around and heads to the tree under which Pierce rests. She clears her throat once, then twice, its sound a tocsin for the man she nudges, almost gently, with her booted left foot.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The boot, not the sound, rouse the slumbering man. He shakes himself and looks up, squinting in the bright sunlight. One hand goes to the point of impact and the other leans towards his dagger. "What now? Why're ya kickin' me like that?" He says groggily, but with a defensive, angered edge.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
With an embarassed smile, Aleswyn looks down at Pierce and offers him an apology which almost has a genuine ring about it, "Ohdear, my apologies, Mr.Rushlight. I must have not seen you there." The corners of her lips twist in mockery as she points out, "I see you have returned to the scene of the crime."
[Pierce(#32225)]
The hand rubs his ribs idly as Pierce tries to get his bearings. "Then you'd best be watchin' where you're goin'." He manages after a confused moment. But it is her second statement which finally brings more clarity to his mind. He rises to his feet as he asks warily, "And what scene of what crime are you talking about?"
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Moving so that she is sheltered a bit under the tree, Aleswyn continues to look down on Pierce, as a hand motions the empty field where once stood a house. "The scene of the crime where you burned a house, though someone else took the blame. In fact, you should consider yourself a lucky man, for had I told Daniel," she pauses a moment after saying the name, and an involuntary sigh escapes before she can catch it. "Had I told Chief Thistlewool," she corrects herself, "the truth of what happened the night outside the Prancing Pony, I daresay you would not be slumbering so peacefully today."
[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce frowns as he looks at the rubble. "I didn't set the fire. I wasn't even around when it happened." He folds his arms across his chest and looks back at Aleswyn, "The truth, " his eyes turn pitch black, "is like you said - you dropped it on your foot. You know it an' I know it." His eyes snatch another quick look where the building had been standing.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"The truth," Aleswyn says slowly, allowing both words to be spoken softly. Separately. Her grin widens, and to anyone who has met her more than once, they might notice that her normal, genuine smile is not present. It is replaced, instead, by this almost-smirk. She begins again, repeating her first two words, "The truth. An interesting concept, is it not? And what . . ." she pauses and appears reflective, as if considering her choice of words, and in fact she changes what she'd started to say, "I find it interesting how two people could have experienced the same situation, and had different impressions."
[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce's frown becomes more distressed, and he swallows uncomfortably. "Ms. . . ." he bites his lip, "Faerhan, If I've got your name right, I don't know what you're talking about." It was an accident. He looks around quickly, seeing no one is close by, he begins to take a slow step backwards, away from the woman. "You said so yourself."
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Aye. An accident. Though, one side always sees things differently than the other side, does it not?" Aleswyn asks of the blacksmith, moving towards him even as he backs away from her. She is now fully protected by the shade of the tree. "And an accident, when nobody is about to act as witness . . . "she allows her words to trail off as she watches him.
[Pierce(#32225)]
Another step back, and a tree root catches Pierce's heal. He falls over backwards and ends up looking up at the approaching woman. He shakes his head, his eyes blink rapidly, "But it was an accident?" He says nervously. His words tremble. He makes no move to rise.
Continued in Blackmail! Part 2
Real time: Thu Oct 20 21:03:56 2005
Bree time: Nighttime <10:11> on Sunday of Summer - June 12,1436
Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent Moon
===============================================================
Breelands Weather: (note this was not used for this RP, It is daytime)
The nighttime summer air is very hot and dry around you. The night sky is cloud-filled and gloomy. The moon is above the horizon and in its waxing crescent phase.
Logging stopped.
Stone Houses
At the base of the Bree Hill, about a hundred comfortable-looking stone houses line the small and winding road that clings to the lower reaches of the hill. Red brick chimneys are built alongside each neatly-placed house and several of these chimneys spew forth smoke. A handful of skinny trees grow between some of the houses, and there in the centre of the street stands a green water pump. In place of one of the houses is a conspicuous gap, dismal-looking gravel that is still blackened in places, though weeds have started to reclaim the desolate space.
Light filters out of several of the windows of the houses that line the street. The light casts enough illumination among the night time shadows to allow folks to walk.
The night sky is cloud-filled and gloomy. The nighttime summer air is very hot and dry around you. The moon is above the horizon and in its waxing crescent phase.
Aleswyn (#21413)
Pierce (#32225)
[Pierce(#32225)]
The hot midday sun beats down oppresively for an early June day in Bree. As the noon hour finishes those that had wandered to their homes for their meals start travelling back to their tasks. In the square of some of the stone houses, a lone tree provides some shade to those not disposed to head back to work. Sitting with his eyes mostly closed and head tipped to one side is Pierce. His breathing is heavy, but not restful.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Though the day /is/ especially hot and oppressive, one person does not seem to be too bothered by it. Or if she is, surely she does not allow it to show. Aleswyn comes along from the centre of Bree, approaching the stone houses where many of Bree's citizens live. Not too far from the rubble-filled spot where once a house existed, she stands, looking. With a slight shake of her head, Aleswyn turns back around and heads to the tree under which Pierce rests. She clears her throat once, then twice, its sound a tocsin for the man she nudges, almost gently, with her booted left foot.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The boot, not the sound, rouse the slumbering man. He shakes himself and looks up, squinting in the bright sunlight. One hand goes to the point of impact and the other leans towards his dagger. "What now? Why're ya kickin' me like that?" He says groggily, but with a defensive, angered edge.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
With an embarassed smile, Aleswyn looks down at Pierce and offers him an apology which almost has a genuine ring about it, "Ohdear, my apologies, Mr.Rushlight. I must have not seen you there." The corners of her lips twist in mockery as she points out, "I see you have returned to the scene of the crime."
[Pierce(#32225)]
The hand rubs his ribs idly as Pierce tries to get his bearings. "Then you'd best be watchin' where you're goin'." He manages after a confused moment. But it is her second statement which finally brings more clarity to his mind. He rises to his feet as he asks warily, "And what scene of what crime are you talking about?"
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Moving so that she is sheltered a bit under the tree, Aleswyn continues to look down on Pierce, as a hand motions the empty field where once stood a house. "The scene of the crime where you burned a house, though someone else took the blame. In fact, you should consider yourself a lucky man, for had I told Daniel," she pauses a moment after saying the name, and an involuntary sigh escapes before she can catch it. "Had I told Chief Thistlewool," she corrects herself, "the truth of what happened the night outside the Prancing Pony, I daresay you would not be slumbering so peacefully today."
[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce frowns as he looks at the rubble. "I didn't set the fire. I wasn't even around when it happened." He folds his arms across his chest and looks back at Aleswyn, "The truth, " his eyes turn pitch black, "is like you said - you dropped it on your foot. You know it an' I know it." His eyes snatch another quick look where the building had been standing.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"The truth," Aleswyn says slowly, allowing both words to be spoken softly. Separately. Her grin widens, and to anyone who has met her more than once, they might notice that her normal, genuine smile is not present. It is replaced, instead, by this almost-smirk. She begins again, repeating her first two words, "The truth. An interesting concept, is it not? And what . . ." she pauses and appears reflective, as if considering her choice of words, and in fact she changes what she'd started to say, "I find it interesting how two people could have experienced the same situation, and had different impressions."
[Pierce(#32225)]
Pierce's frown becomes more distressed, and he swallows uncomfortably. "Ms. . . ." he bites his lip, "Faerhan, If I've got your name right, I don't know what you're talking about." It was an accident. He looks around quickly, seeing no one is close by, he begins to take a slow step backwards, away from the woman. "You said so yourself."
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Aye. An accident. Though, one side always sees things differently than the other side, does it not?" Aleswyn asks of the blacksmith, moving towards him even as he backs away from her. She is now fully protected by the shade of the tree. "And an accident, when nobody is about to act as witness . . . "she allows her words to trail off as she watches him.
[Pierce(#32225)]
Another step back, and a tree root catches Pierce's heal. He falls over backwards and ends up looking up at the approaching woman. He shakes his head, his eyes blink rapidly, "But it was an accident?" He says nervously. His words tremble. He makes no move to rise.
Continued in Blackmail! Part 2
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