It is finals week and I have two jobs. The holidays are kicking my butt. Christmas parties at the restaurant and the other job is retail. so im working 30+ hours at both jobs. I have three days this week that I dont work from dawn til midnight and those nights I have finals...  :o

so, point being, I will probably not be posting this week.

<3 Racelle

i'm late, but always here :)

Racelle

Civvie :)

As they approached and stopped in front of the Inn, Racelle's plan was to offer Olivia dinner and promise to explain their location when she had food in front of her. The Asha'man had other plans.  

“You, Olivia, have landed yourself in the one light forsaken place in Andor that no one wants to admit exists. You are now a guest of the Black Tower, work we can find if Racelle has none for you. Get very comfortable, you will be here longer then you expect.”

Racelle shot the Asha'man a cold stare. I wanted to drop that bomb easier than that. When turned to him, her glare rather turned into a grimace. His smile was more disconcerting than comforting. He seemed not to notice.

“As for your message Racelle. I will personally deliver it to Dashiva once you have penned it. If he must be awoken anyway I will carry it and see that he knows where you are.”

He bowed, but Racelle thought nothing of his manners. Hoping to get rid of the man for a while, she sent him on his way. "That is very kind of you, Asha'man. Your name is Linten, correct?" She brought the name out of the back of her mind. "If you will please take the poor mare to the stable and give her some grain, I will have my note to Dashiva ready for you."

After he had left she turned to Olivia, "I promise to explain what he means when we get inside out of the chill air." She led Olivia inside and gave her a table and a warm cup of tea. While in the kitchens she grabbed a paper and pen and ink, and set the pot of mutton stew they had served for dinner over the fire. Returning to the dining room, she sat the tea in front of Olivia and took a seat across from her. "I put a fire under a pot of mutton stew, it won't take long to warm," Olivia looked at the tea and then back at Racelle with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, so Racelle answered her unspoken questions without pausing.

"The village is called the Black Tower. It is the establishment the Dragon Reborn has set up to teach men who can channel the One Power. It is a preparation for the Last Battle. The location is closely kept secret. Anyone who happens to find this village by accident is required to stay in an effort to keep its existence a secret. I was riding my horse through the woods when I stumbled upon the place more than a year past. I've left the premises before, but only because I married one of the men and he... took a leave of absence, lets say, for a few months. I have never returned to see my family to explain because I have a duty to the men here to keep the secret. And now, so do you. This is your new home, now. I will attempt to petition that you stay in the Inn, but it is not my decision. And the officials will have the final say. When I came here, I, like others before you and I, have attempted escape too many times for them to trust any newcomer not to do the same. For this reason they may have you stay with one of the Asha'man."

Racelle waited to see how the poor woman would react to her imprisonment for nothing more than wandering. Racelle still remembered how it felt and her heart swelled with sympathy.

*hops on dashiva's back* i came back along with him! i'm here!

Racelle Colford

Civvie

Racelle fed the last core to Dazar and looked past the team to notice the Soldiers' progress and found them done. "Thank you gentlemen, the house is at the other end of the Farm, so follow me." She gave them a smile as she climbed up the wagon and clicked the horses into motion. It was a familiar path to her old abode but she took in the few new features as the horses took on a slow plod. It was nothing drastic, just a new building here and there but mostly just the same. At least it didn't feel like a prison any longer.

The house came into view looking as it always did. It was just a simple two story thing with a single front step. Racelle swung the horses wide and pulled the backside of the wagon next to the door for the Soldiers. She turned in the seat of her wagon and climbed into the back. She separated some of the boxes that had different odds in it turned to look at one of the Soldiers to help her down. Thanking him when she had hopped from the back of the wagon she issued more instructions.

"These two boxes," She patted the one closest to her, "need to be put in the kitchen at the back of the house. The ones to the left can be left in the hallway at the top of the stairs and the three on the right need to be put in the bedroom on the right on the second story."

As the two began working again, Racelle took up her canvas bag that had a few necessities and keepsakes and walked inside. The dust was thick on the few pieces of furniture. Hopefully Dash can take care of this dust so that I don't have to. Sometimes she quite enjoyed his channeling ability. She smiled to herself as she walked through the house, memories flooding back. Pausing to let one of the men pass, she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. She opened the door and coughed at the dust that rose. The dark Sheinaran furniture was as impressive as always. She could remember waking up late in the night and frightening herself at the dark shapes in the room. Setting the bag down on the bed she went back outside to watch the men work. One of the Soldiers carried the last box into the house and the other came back and was about to grab the bag of grain when Racelle stopped him.

"That one will go with the wagon and horses to the stable by the Inn. The last box has tack in it." She smiled as he stepped back from the wagon. Racelle was waiting for the other man to return before she took the wagon to the stable. "What is your name?" She tried to make conversation.

Racelle listened to the exchange between the Asha'man letting the suprise show on her face when they mentioned the death of the M'hael. If Brent was killed who had been named the new M'hael? The mention of a council sounded very unlike the Black Tower, but perhaps this was for the better? She handed the reins back to Dashiva as they made their way through the familiar farm. She spotted Dashiva's house before turning toward the back of the Inn. It will be dusty and stale in there for a few days before she could have it cleaned. If all went well. Worry knotted her stomach and she unconsciously inched toward her husband again. What would she do if something happened to him?

She pushed the thought out of her mind as he spoke close to her ear,  "I'll leave the wagon at the Inn, and order a few Soldiers to unload the spices and food we have into the kitchens. I would hardly believe they've left it the way I left things. And I'll take the wards off our home so your... purchases," he glanced over his shoulder with a bare smile at the boxes of clothing she bought through their travels, "Your purchases can be put away as well." She smiled and nodded, leaning her head against his chin before he let the horses stop and hopped off the wagon. He helped her down and ordered the a pair of Soldiers to help her with boxes. He gave her a small farewell and turned to leave so quickly she hadn't had time to tell him to be careful. It always annoyed him when she said things like that as though he couldn't take care of himself, but he meant more to her than her own life was worth to lose him. She said a quiet prayer and turned to the Soldiers.

"The twelve boxes at the end of the wagon are all spices. They are labeled by origin. Take them to the storage room and mind you put them where Cook wants them! When you've finished with them the rest need to be taken to Dashiva's house. You may leave them in the front room." When she had finished with her instructions the two stared at her with blank faces instead of getting to work. Annoyed she gave them a hard look and nearly barked "Well? Oh, I forgot..."  remembering how long they had been gone she started again in a more even tone, "I apologize, I'm sure you don't even recognize Dashiva's name. When you've finished unloading the spices I will lead you to the house, of course."

Having their instructions, they began unloading the wagon. She snatched a few apples and a knife from a canvas bag near the back of the wagon walked around the front of her team to give them to her palomino geldings, Rahien and Dazar. They were draft horses bought from Tear. They were larger than normal horses which is why the two of them were all they needed to pull the heavy wagon. She cut pieces of apple for them while their burden was unloaded. She tried not to think about what could potentially be happening in this newly formed Council Hall as she took care of her belongings.

OOC: Racelle wasn't trying to dismiss Lintel, i should have explained my post better, i apologize. i was addressing Olivia because I knew Lav was going post that evening. but no worries, ill work with this :)

IC:

The drunken woman smiled broadly as she stepped closer to address Racelle, who was nearly knocked backward with the smell of booze.

"Why that do be mighty kind of you, lady. A warm bed do sound inviting, and I do think old Maggie could do with a stable for once. Thankyou. Now that we have that cleared up, show the way! I do be in the mood for a hot meal and perhaps a nightcap before I do be finding that bed."

Racelle was about to speak, when the Dedicated stepped up to continue their conversation. Racelle was reproachful of herself for not finishing their conversation first, but she did not want to talk above their newcomer any longer than necessary.

"The soldier will take care of the belongings and the nag as I stated earlier Racelle. I concede that your presence in the Inn alone with her will suffice, there is no need to wake Dashiva for this and his early rise will be sufficient to ensure things are quite for the morning. But I will escort you to the tavern and,” his gaze cut sharply to the young woman. “There will be no nightcaps before bed. You have had quite enough of those already."

He gave the guest a stare that clearly disconcerted the woman, for her smiled faltered. Racelle pursed her lips in vexation. This was not necessary.

“Okay Racelle, lead our new guest to her one night of freedom. Perhaps you can better prepare her over her meal for the life she is about to step into. If not so be it. It matters not for the rest of us, though it might make the transition easier hearing it from one who has already accepted her new life. While you are at it perhaps you can get the woman’s name.”

Racelle nodded and gave a smile that was hopefully reassuring to the man. She had no intention of giving the woman anything else to drink this evening.

"I will see to it that she has something hot to eat and decent to drink before she is tucked into bed. And if the Soldier will be so kind as to deliver a note to Dashiva so he knows where I am staying, and as for that I am afraid there is no way around not waking him." If she were to go wake him to explain he would insist on staying with her in the Inn and if a man that can channel approached his home to deliver a message his wards would alert him and he would wake anyway. "I will be sure to explain to him that I am caring for the woman of my own choice, not because she was forced upon me."

Racelle addressed the woman again, "If you and your wagon will follow me, I will lead the way to the inn, Madam..?"

joce!! *pounceloves*

hi sweetheart, long time no see!

I just came back too its crazy how you forget how much you loved it, hoh? i told lavlav the other day that i didnt even know i missed it :p

The one inspecting the cart, turned as she addressed him.

<i>“That is indeed kind of you Racelle. Your offer is far too generous for this event but as it is late and I do not wish to make the night later for others; perhaps your offer will supply an adequate solution for the moment. She will however have to be presented to the council in the morning. We wouldn’t want them to think we were keeping secrets from them.”</i>

Of course he would think it too generous, but at least he agreed. He addressed only Racelle, and even stepped past the woman without so much as a glance. It was amazing how little respect the Black Coats showed others. They were all soldiers and tied even tighter than she was to the Tower, Racelle understood this, but it was as if they had no sympathy for poor wanderers that happen upon the Farm.

<i>“You do understand that her personal effects will have to be confiscated and guarded until the council decides what to do with her? She will also have to be watched mind you. She can’t just be left to her own in a room, even in the Tavern. Not until she can be properly informed of her new place and the rules and</i> <b>punishments </b><i>that go with failure to follow them. I will not have this turning in to a mess with my name attached to it. In fact, I will accompany you and the lady to the tavern to ensure there is no issues with her arrival.”</i>

Racelle nodded in acquiescence and continued in a respectful tone, "I would appreciate your escort, my Lord. I did not expect her or her belongings to go unguarded for the evening, but the woman obviously needs a place to sleep for the evening and tavern is the best option considering it <i>is</i> late and I am still awake to accomodate her. You can take care of her things and I will reside in the tavern tonight to ensure she is still there in the morning. If my presence isn't sufficient enough I will have Dashiva stay with us there also. He's rises before sun every morning, and I doubt you have to worry that our guest will rise before then."

Turning to the woman, Racelle introduced herself. "My name is Racelle, missus. I have a room in the local tavern that is warm and free of charge. The men here will put your wagon and horse in the stable while I prepare your room."

dam, im gonna get the kid in trouble. I know Dash used to run the inn... i forget he's been gone. my bad  :-[ i shouldnt assume things

OOC: wow, you really are being neglected. not a lot to work with here... but I'll see what i can do.

IC:

Racelle stretched as she shut and locked the door to the inn. It was later than she had anticipated when she began cleaning that awful store room, but she was proud to have finished her day's work. That room looked as if no one had cleaned it since her and Dash left so long ago! The room was really nothing of consequence, but the project had given her something to do for the day... the whole day. It was nearly full dark.

She began her way home when something caught her ear.  It was either a man singing horribly off tune, or some poor animal in the woods. She was approaching the lane that was the entrance to the main road to the Tower and the singing was getting louder. As she came abreast of the lane, she could see just around the corner a very old and sad looking mare attached to an even older and rougher looking cart. Without hesitating she took the few steps down the path to see what was happening. She found the man who was actually a woman doing the singing, and also the two Asha'man that had found her. The woman was very obviously drunk, and falling out of her dress it seemed, and the one Black Coat did not appear to be completely sober, eying the woman extensively with a very obvious grin. The other was inspecting the contents of her cart. There was a fair amount of clinking glass.

She stepped out into view of the small party at mention of a tavern and announced herself, "There is certainly a place to rest yourself, madam." This apparently startled the woman, for she spun around to face her, nearly landing on her bottom in the process.

Racelle knew all to well the tact the Black Coats had when informing their new residents that coming and going from the Farm was completely forbidden. She was hopeful that perhaps she would be able to offer the woman more empathy than the "cursed men" that trained here.

Turning to the two in black, she curtsied, "I am Racelle, and the inn has a bed for her. If I may, I would like permission to accommodate her there, until a more permanent residence can be found. In the morning, perhaps when she is more...alert?" She was trying to be tactful, some drunks were very sensitive about their habits, "Then we can further explain her new home." 'And captivity', was the rest of the sentence, but she kept that to herself. It was odd how she was still so bitter that she was never able to return to her home to explain that she was not coming back. She did not miss her old life that much, but the feeling that she had betrayed her family did not die easily.

As the woman turned to face her, Racelle absently adjusted the neckline of her own dress. Goodness, the woman was near indecent!

lol, Racelle wont have a problem with you unless you provoke her husband. That might be an interesting thread, you trying to get a job. Dash owns it, but Racelle would probably be the first person you meet. 

Ill jump in your arrival thread tomorrow.

w00tness. hi kristen :) and i would so love to play with you too. (pun totally intended)

Honestly, I left DM not long after I started developing Racelle, so she's really nothing special and that leaves me with little to work with in terms of planning... so suggestions are welcome :s

My char Racelle is returning with Dashiva! and while he's stomping around being all Asha'man-like, his wife is really going to need something to do.

are there even any PC Civies around anymore?

OOC: I'm still looking for Racelle's bio... I fear I may have to rewrite it :( but hopefully I'll not get in trouble for posting before her bio goes <b>back</b> up.

IC: Racelle road by Dashiva's side on the front of the wagon reading his thoughts that echoed her own. Why were we back here? Racelle was content where ever Dash wanted to travel next, but it had been so nice to have him calm and unstressed away from the Black Tower. Not to mention civilian clothing suited him so much better. She hadn't pushed very hard to change his mind about returning, but that did not mean she liked the idea. Dashiva's intuition was always so impeccable that she had gotten used to agreeing with him.

As they road through the Gateway into what used to be her prison, she inched closer to her husband and linked her right arm around his left. She was lost in memories of her first days at the Black Tower Farm. It was a stale memory of the day she got lost and stumbled upon the Farm. It had taken her months to accept her fate as a permanent occupant of the Farm. Her last attempt put Dash out of commission for several weeks. She smiled in thought of the early days of knowing Dash. Being so lost in thought, she started when the wagon stopped in front of three sentries. She took in the three that stood before them with no recognition. She had forgotten how hard it was to remember names and faces when they all wore the same ruddy thing.

Sighing internally, she let go of Dash as he sat up straight to address the man and his flattery. She could feel him tense at the mention of his old title.

am i the only pc wolf in the div? i havent done anything with Skyshadow in ages.... it makes me sad :(

Her eyes widened as he got out of bed and dressed himself. Catching herself she shut her mouth and got out of bed, running around him she stood between him and the doorway. This was it. Her temper had taken all that it could.

Her eyes burned holes in him. "Don't you dare walk away from me again! I have shared nights by your side for months, and followed you from the Farm to the Citadel to keep it that way! You are the only thing that has kept me here..." her shouting became a whisper, she bit her lip and took her eyes away from his. "Am I still no more than a prisoner to you?" looking back up at him, her eyes were full of unshed tears.

Her heart raced against her chest to the extent that she was afraid Dash may be able to feel it against his. It was no more than a few seconds until he seemed to jerk away from her.

"what are you doing, Racelle?" He just looked down at her. Racelle's face went from shock to flat anger.

"Would you like me to spell it out for you? Honestly, i give you credit for more brains than that."

She sat up in the bed and quickly twitched her shift down to cover her exposed legs and crossed her arms, staring at him. He couldnt be that blind.

Racelle rolled over sleepily and put her head on Dashiva's shoulder. The room was a bit more than warm, and her shift stuck to her. It had managed to bunch up above her knees in the night. She had hardly slept at all. She knew she was keeping him awake, and her assumption was affirmed when he turned toward her. She contented herself laying beneath his chin, relishing, as always, at his touch. It was no longer unusual for Dash to cuddle with her, and tonight Racelle needed it. Kisses were still rare, but cuddling become more frequent to Racelle's delight. Carefully, testing her luck, she tilted his head down to her with a finger and kissed his lips.

Racelle strode gayly through the citadel, watching the mild bustle of the place. There was little reason for her good mood, but she was enjoying herself this morning. It was near afternoon now, and she was bound for Dashiva's office to ask him if he would share an afternoon meal with her. On a normal day she waited for the evenings with him, but she had failed to wake when he left her that morning.

Her thoughts on what she would say to explain her visit she failed to knock as she entered, but to her good fortune she found him alone. He looked up at her quizically and she bit her lip nervously. "Im sorry to barge in. I should have knocked... Are you busy?"

ooc: lol, this is fun *big grin* im just assuming i can jump in here yall :p

"I'm Aslan, whom do I have the honor of meeting?"

"I am called Racelle." The newcomer had taken his seat next to Racelle as she glanced movement from the out of the kitchen. Turning she saw Dashiva exiting the kitchen. Her eyes brightened as their hers met his and he smiled at her. He saluted the rest and introduced himeself to the others. Racelle herself was to busy staring up at him. It was a blessing of the Light that he still stood there. She tore her eyes from him as he leaned against a pillar next to him to take a sip of her wine.

ooc: its jason!!!! *dances* he posted!!!! *happiness*

Racelle took her seat across from the man and recieved a glass of hot spiced wine. She was moments away from inquiring her companion's name but was cut short by yet another man. This one had more rank than the one sitting across from her, and his salutation was almost disconcerting, but her own Dashiva was no more friendly than that. Less, after a thought.

She smiled toward him, "And with you, would you care to join us?"

It irked her and in a way saddened her when she woke without Dashiva beside her anymore. It wasnt that long ago that he couldnt even get out of bed without her help. Getting up and dressed she decided she would eat breakfast at the inn. She was still tying a ribbon around her hair as she exited Dashiva's house and walked towards the inn. It was a bright morning, and promising. Her mind wandered toward maybe coaxing Dashiva into a walk with her as she made her way down the streets of the Black Tower.

Entering she was unpleasently suprised to find a young man sitting in her normal table near the door to the kitchen. She looked around but afterward decided to just join the young man. It wasnt often that she spoke with anyone that wasnt introduced to her by someone else, but she felt like being social.

"Good morning. May I join you?" Racelle said cheerfully.

*sad* i dont go much to the public boards of the wolfkin community but...i RP and they dont hate me...

that makes me sad...

lata Rion :) try and have some fun kay? :)