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[RP] Mercia's Trail Mix meets Aggnes

Aggnes
Alastair wrote:
Al raised an eyebrow, began to speak, stopped, looked at the Count, Constable, salter, logan, katen, then deekay. It didn't make sense, he prepared for a fight, he prepared for a chase, but this.... woman treated him as an equal?

So you know who we are... yet you stand here talking? No confession, words of venom, betrayal or pleading? he turned to Oriames gesturing the carriage I must be confused, I thought this was Mercia, the city of Worcester where our only legal army has been destroyed and our poor trade minister barely recovers no less than 10 near fatal blows.

His face flushed, fodder? He turned and coughed. Not sure what the next step is, he was totally unprepared for this.


Aggnes noted his discomfiture with a certain amount of satisfaction. If she was going to have a bad day, and it looked as if she was, it was always nice for it to be spread.

"I don't know what happened to your trade minister, but yes, I know who you are: most of you have been seen in the Council chambers often enough. The rest of the Council that asked me to start formation of this army, admittedly by means of the Sheriff chatting to me in tavern rather than anything more formal. As you can see, you have your army as requested. The only reason for venom I know of will be if I don't get my money back."

This might be a need-to-know operation, but for a moment her curiosity broke through, or possibly her incredulity at the incompetence some councillors - come to think of it, most councillors - could manage.
"What was that about, anyway? I know Mercia's a poor county, but surely it could have managed the cash for outfitting the new army itself, without needing a loan from a private trader? Or was Maggie making as good a job of being in charge of the county treasury as she was of everything else?"
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Regulus
Sometime during the event, from a considerable distance away, Regulus peered at the gathering through a rather primitive spyglass. He could make out a rather poor looking encampment and several figures in the distance, though only one person was recognizable- his Captain and only because of his...distinctive...hat.

"Looks like...just a tattered looking camp." Regulus said to his brother. "And the Captain's just conversing with someone. Maybe you should take this, you might be able to see better than me."

(OOC: May remove this upon request and/or if Jihb does not participate.)
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Jihb
Having ridden with his brother to a vantage point that oversaw the camp, Jihb was curious as to the derelict-nature which he described to him. Of course, it wasn't his intentions to be wandering so close to potentially hostile grounds, but his brother's curiosity had gotten the better of the both of them. So, there they were; two simple men spying on the meeting which was taking place. Though, why his brother couldn't just wait to ask the Captain of the interactions upon his return was beyond him. Nevertheless, he too had been curious as to what the "enemy" was like. He looked into the direction of the camp and saw a few fluttering sheets along with figures, but could not discern who or what they were. From what his brother had been describing to him as of so far, it would appear that the camp was in a sorry shape. If the "enemy" wished to make an impression upon all of Mercia, they were not doing the best of jobs.

Jihb looked over at his brother who handed him the spyglass. He took the device into his hands and used it to peer into the encampment. "I don't know how you can see through this device, brother. All I can see are torn tents and a cluster of people. Though, obviously, my eyesight has declined with age. Your eyes are the best pair here, unfortunately," Jihb handed the spyglass back to his brother. He could hear the horses whining impatiently in the distance.
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Deekay
Deekay had forgotten the quaintness that market traders employed. They still referred to coin minted in forgotten corners of the kingdom rather than refer to the currency decreed by his Majesty. Oddly members of one of his professions, the law, still used guineas, mainly to confuse their clients he thought.

He thought back to the tale of the lawyer who had billed his client
- Crossing the road to say good morning to you and finding it was someone else - 5 guineas

He reached for an extra five pence.


"A pound and a shilling, Sir. And you'd better make sure I get the patella in Lichfield. The poor saint looks foolish at present."

He looked over his shoulder. Alastair and the lady both looked uncomfortable. Perhaps that was a good thing.

"Thank you for the bears. Do you have some cloth to wrap them in?

Oh and you see my brother there, Lord Richy, He insists on wearing some sort of scent. It's like a mix of beer and iris. You can smell it from here, I think. If you can get him to wear something more subtle there's another crown in it for you."

He smiled and nodded to the trader. Turning, he walked to join the main group. He bowed his head in acknowledgement to Aggnes, but waited for a lull in conversation, rather than interrupt.
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Oriames
Oria tried to get up but her whole body was in pain. She remained motionless and waited.

She had been patrolling as usual but then she saw a mob of people (some of them her friends!) rushing to attack her. Then there was darkness. The last thing she remembered was falling.. into nothingness.

Is this what death feels like, the rot slowly creeping through my skin. My brain emptying, as if nothing else mattered as I walk towards the light?

She passed out again.
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Charlie, of the R.G.E., played by Aggnes
With his message run, and nothing much to do except try to avoid his boss' attention, Charlie spotted a target. A carriage - and its guards. Bored guards. Bored guards and ale often went well together. He
led the "Hott Fud and Ale" wagon in their direction.

"Lads? Fancy a pint while you wait? Only a groat a tankard."
He looked up at the carriage, and totally failed to recognise the arms on it. "Who's in there - think they'd fancy a drink? Got some wine here, the nobility like that."

There's also an odour coming from the wagon that's vaguely reminiscent of food....
Oriames
An unfamiliar haunting smell caught Oria's nose and woke her up.

Struggling to find strength, she got up and discovered she was lying in a carriage.

From the window, she could see there were men outside, one of them seemed to be carrying a pot where the appetizing smell came from.

Oddly, the other men seemed to try to get away from him as he offered them a taste.

I wonder what's in that pot, Oria thought.

A surge of adrenalin found her tapping at the window to try to get their attention.
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Charlie, of the R.G.E., played by Aggnes
They didn't seem to want his ale, they didn't want the soup, and they weren't answering his question... as customers went, he'd known worse, but he'd certainly known better. That was when he heard a noise from the carriage: a tap on the glass. He looked up, to see a face more beautiful than anything in his wildest dreams. (*) His knees started to wobble, and his jaw dropped. He picked it up back up enough to let his trained instincts take over the conversation, since his brain seemed to have stopped dead. "m'Lady.... would you care for some chicken soup?"

Listening to what his mouth was saying, it did occur to him that
a) that possiblywasn't the best chat-up line in the world
b) the chicken soup was only so-called because it was intended to be fed to chickens, not because it contained any, and a Noble Lady could probably detect this.

(*) This may be literal truth, or it may be the effect of distorting glass and Charlie's taste in women. Only Ori can tell us.
Oriames
Oria tried her best to smile at the man. Her body still ached.. everywhere.

When he mentioned chicken soup, she thought that would be good for her. Her mother always did say chicken soup is THE cure-all for every ailment.

Though when she opened the window to look closer at what he offered, the meat did not seem like chicken but some kind of gooey stuff. She sniffed at the dish again and it still smelled divine.

As she asked, May I have some, my dear man? and reached out for the pot, she noticed that the skin on her arm had a greenish tint to it.

Well that's odd. I'll make sure to take a really good bath the first chance I can get. Though green would go well with my favorite yellow dress.. Oria thought, feeling slightly embarassed at her lack of hygiene.

By chance, does this soup have any secret ingredient? It tastes great!
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Bob and team, played by Aggnes
They'd erected all the tents. They'd built the "palisade" - well, after a fashion, and Bob had to admit that finding a use for all those ladders was a bonus. The latest challenge, though...

"She said she wanted a flagpole. She said she'd provide a self-assembly flag-pole. What we've got is something that used to be a mast before a harbour master only hired half the labourers needed to ship it, and it broke."

They looked at it, doubtfully. "Can we fix it?"

"Yes, we can!" Bob had spotted rather a lot of rope - well, bunting intended for the victory celebrations, but that would do. "Pass me one of those ladders, and start winding string..."

Not all that much later, really, they were pulling on the ropes to raise the flagpole into position, and anchoring the guy lines. "There!"

It would perhaps have been clearer that it was a flagpole if it had had a flag.

"Did she say what flag to fly?"

"Don't think so. She was looking through the colour catalogues this morning, but I don't think she'd made a decision. We should ask."

"Yes.... you're going to do that, right?"

They looked over at their employer, who did not look as if she wanted to be interrupted, and did not seem to be in a good mood.

"Later, maybe. Wouldn't want to interrupt. We should test out the ale, make sure it's up to army standards."
Alastair
Alastair became irritated by everything going on, swatting the bobble of his hat back out of the way he addressed Aggnes once more Our army? We have no army. Whatever Maggie told you was a lie... I mean do you think you would be asked by a Sheriff as she was appointed for the first time? Not someone like me, the Captain? he had no idea what else Maggie had wrapped this council up in but he had that feeling again, another round of mismanagement or incompetence. Al sighed, and wondered what he would be doing if he wasn't on Council for a minute, then remembered why he was on Council and looked at Aggnes.
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Charlie, of the R.G.E., played by Aggnes
Oriames wrote:
By chance, does this soup have any secret ingredient? It tastes great!


Charlie thought, frantically. What had gone into the chicken swill that he could admit to? The sight of her lovely pale skin was distracting him - must be a Noble Lady to have skin like that.

"Erm... herbs, m'Lady. An' some pork as well as the chicken." There was no way he was going to admit to the total absence of chicken. "The delicate bits of the pork, sweetbreads an' brains an' all that. So it don't, like, overpower the taste of the chicken."

What went into the sausages was described as "genuine pig products", and he was pretty sure some of the offal in question had made it into the soup by mistake.
Oriames
Pork and sweet bread she'd had before.

But brains, I think this was the first time she'd tasted them.

She thought they'd taste strange but was surprised at how the smoothness of the brains' texture added to the flavor.

Smiling and feeling energized for the first time since she woke up, she looked at the man and maybe fluttered her eyelashes a bit and asked, Can I have some more?

Looking around, she noticed there were some other people. Mercia councilors! They're here too! Maybe they'd like some of the soup.
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Aggnes
Alastair wrote:
Alastair became irritated by everything going on, swatting the bobble of his hat back out of the way he addressed Aggnes once more Our army? We have no army. Whatever Maggie told you was a lie... I mean do you think you would be asked by a Sheriff as she was appointed for the first time? Not someone like me, the Captain? he had no idea what else Maggie had wrapped this council up in but he had that feeling again, another round of mismanagement or incompetence. Al sighed, and wondered what he would be doing if he wasn't on Council for a minute, then remembered why he was on Council and looked at Aggnes.


For a moment, Aggnes almost felt sympathy for the Captain, despite his hat - she had her own opinions about incompetence in colleagues and subordinates, preferably involving bullwhips or possibly kill-lists. She did also wonder when Count Syrus would be here, but presumably he was too busy praying, or something equally useful.

"As I say, I did wonder - but the Sheriff was the one on the spot, and would eventually be the one providing the funds, so it made a certain amount of sense. I have to admit that having watched your Council at work for a while, the idea that half of you had no clue what your jobs involved or how to do them did have a certain amount of evidence to back it up."

She looked back at the neat, if under-populated, field behind her. "Still, mismanaged or not, you have a potential County army. Pay up for the set-up costs, provide any required troops if you want it to be more than a shell, and it's all yours. Any preference about flag colour?"

She was almost starting to believe the cover story herself - keeping it very nearly true helped - well, the preference for the County to take it over was true, now the original plan had evaporated! Believing it herself was the best way to sound convincing, she knew. If she could convince herself that Charlie's "hot fudd" was edible well enough to sell the stuff, she could do this.... she had to do this, or she stood to lose rather a lot of money.
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Oriames
After two more servings of the soup, Oria finally introduced herself to the man who she now knew to be Charlie.

Not a bad looking chap too, Oria thought, even though she still had a humungous headache, as if she had hit her head on a wall repeatedly.

With Charlie following her, Oria went around offering soup to her fellow councillors. They seemed seriously talking about something with a lady she had not had a chance to be introduced to yet.

Best to offer soup later, she thought.

She then noticed Al. Oh how serious he looks. And his hat! There's probably a lot of brains under that hat.. Ok Oria, just focus, not on brains or the hat! Something serious is going on here!
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