[RPG] [EI] [Perdan] The meal (sidetracking)

[Kylie]

Roleplay from Balkeese   (11 hours, 21 minutes ago)
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In the heart of Dimwood, outside the estates of Sir Maelg, Lord of 
Dimwood, Prince of Perdan, a large group of armed soldiers marched up to 
the gates. The group of men was accompanied a train of pack horses, and 
a few wagons. The troops arranged themselves in orderly lines across the 
front lawn of the estate. A single palfrey rode in front of the ranks 
until it reached the center. The horse slowed to a stop, and Lady 
Balkeese dismounted. She stood in front of the ranks of men and waited, 
facing the estate. The men behind her looked nervous. Some of them paled 
in anticipation of the rumoured events about to take place.

In a minute or two, a servant emerged from the estate the group 
assembled on the front lawn. The servant approached Lady Balkeese, bowed 
deeply, and spoke: "m'Lady, welcome to the estates of Prince Maelg, 
Count of Dimwood. What may I do for you, m'Lady?"

"I am looking for a scribe by the name of Breck. Bring him forth."

The servant turned and hurried back into the estate. Lady Balkeese 
raised her hand and gestured toward one of the wagons. Two men emerged 
and hurried toward her. One man carried a few small boxes and what 
appeared to be a large canvas stretched across a frame. The other 
carried a tall wooden tripod. The two men stopped next to Lady Balkeese. 
The man with the tripod rapidly assembled it, then set the framed canvas 
atop it. The other man open his boxes and puttered around with an 
assortment of brushes and pigments. Lady Balkeese addressed the man with 
the brushes. "Watch closely. It is imperative that you capture the scene 
with the utmost accuracy and detail." The man nodded in acknowledgment.

A few minutes later the servant reappeared from the estate with a second 
man in tow. The second man wore the livery of House Vallejo. They 
approached the Lady Balkeese and bowed deeply.

"Are you the scribe named Breck?"

"Yes, m'Lady."

"Very well. Come with me."

Ldy Balkeese led Breck over toward her Palfrey, and positioned him 
behind the horse. Breck looked nervous. Lady Balkeese turned and walked 
up alongside the horse. Abruptly she raised her riding crop and switched 
the horse across its flanks. The horse whinnied in protest... and kicked.

There was an abrupt ~WHACK~, followed immediately by an ~OOMF~, a groan, 
and then, after a short pause, a ~THUMP~.

Behind the horse, Breck lay on the ground, doubled over, clutching his 
crotch.

Balkeese stroked the horse's flanks and murmured soothing words of 
apology to the horse for the undeserved switching. She fished in a 
pocket and pulled forth a few bits of carrot and fed the horse the small 
treats. It took them eagerly, the incident already forgotten. Apology 
complete, Lady Balkeese mounted the palfrey and wheeled it around.

"Breck: Next time you have the urge to steal a herring, you had better 
think twice. You are lucky I did not have one of Duke Screndt's trained 
coursers in my retinue, and this is a mere riding palfrey."

Lady Balkeese next addressed the men standing by the tripod.

"Complete your rendering of the occasion as quickly as possible. When it 
is done, have it shipped to High Marshal ][osferatu's estates in Perdan 
city with my compliments. Next time I am in Perdan I will make sure to 
stop by and see the end results. It had better be good."

Her task complete, Lady Balkeese signaled her captain, and rode out of 
the gate and down the road. Her troops fell into ranks behind her and 
they passed quickly from sight.

The estate lay quiet in the wake of the troops departure. The two 
painters worked hurriedly on the canvas. Breck lay on the ground, still 
doubled over clutching his crotch. He had passed out some minutes ago. 
The servant stood agape, not quite comprehending what he had just witnessed.

Balkeese
Arch Priestess of Perdan