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The Colony of Bath

pnj
after setting up and getting in the mood trontor aka-unknown person sets up with a coke and begins to type and installs a ABC checker and sets to work writing his own narration while he watched mad TV and waits for the french to come on as their always late.

Quickly he becomes bored and sees the budget cut on his project for narration and reluctantly stops and writes the real one.

Trontor slowly woke tired again as the bread business spars nobody and checks his list to do.
1.Come up with bread mafia name soon
2. walk to castle and bake bread in castle while looking over the county debt.
3.eat
4.drink
5.visit tavern before and after work

He quickly crosses out work and puts drinking instead and heads out to the new wood town he's set up his home in and quickly remember his days in Marlborough and Salisbury. After a flash back with shaitan, Anto, nd calisufly he laughs out loud and starts walking down the street to his favorite tavern "Lights out" and laughs more at the name his good frieind Rosa chose when she was going to SH

After a small walk through parts of the forest still in the town area that haven't been cut for a new house. He quickly puts a letter on three that are near the town center

TM's orders no one touch these trees Power corrupts a old friend told him but oh screw the rest.

After a 5 min walk trontor comes to the small but comfortable PUB and heads in to see there binabikk sat and sajan was studying some papers on a far table, and Rosa on the Bar. So he went in and sat at the bar and asked for a pitcher and to glasses.
Rosalynn
Rosalynn runs home when everyone has left the tavern to freshen up. Having swung by the courthouse on her way, she leaves there puzzled as from what she could tell, something had happened and the case was delayed. Failing to locate either Sajanzv or Melora to see if they knew more, she continued on her way to her home.

After washing her face and brushing her hair, she grabs a couple of fruit and heads out to Spot's pen. The sheep pens are empty as the sheep are off being sheared so aside from Spot's enthusiastic, oinking greeting, it's quiet on her ranch. Unlatching the gate, Rosalynn lets Spot out and then, having brought a knife with her, she pares off a piece of the fruit and gives it to Spot to eat then starts walking away. She grins to herself thinking what a surprise it will be when everyone in the tavern sees Spot has put in an appearance. Staying no more than 5 feet ahead of her, Rosalynn stops on occasion and gives Spot another piece of the fruit.

Reaching her tavern, Rosalynn holds the door open and grows exasperated as Spot eyes the doorway warily, as if expecting the butcher to be on the other side or worse. Coaxing the stubborn pig, Rosalynn entices her with another piece of fruit and enters the tavern first herself, holding the door open for Spot to follow. Once inside, Rosalynn starts to head for the kitchen, when a thought occurs to her causing her to change directions. She heads instead for Sajanzv's tent off in one corner. Unsure whether he is in there or not, she smothers her giggles as she rolls 2 more fruit inside the tent and Spot dives in after them. Rosalynn hurriedly sneaks off practically running into the kitchen to let loose her laughter. Once she finally manages to get her giggles under control, she tiptoes back out into the main room while being ready to flee back to the kitchen if needbe.
Sajanzv
Sajanzv, the mayor of Bath was a tired man when he reached the Light's Out Saloon. "Too much work to do. You know, we got a new carpenter, Shupid. She has agreed to take the job, totally wonderful. I was looking high and low for a carpenter." and he offers drinks all around to toast her. "Then lets see, we got our first career person, Ichty, so that is great. We also got our first two farmers who were born here in Bath, Lylovir and Maryus". Saying that, Sajanzv toasts them both. He then spends time in conversation with all the other people in the tavern before he says, "Okay, I think I will head off to my tent to rest, too tired today." He then ushers everybody out and sends them home with a smile.

With that, Sajanzv went to the tent after having a quick mug of ale. Suddenly he notices the tent moving. "I must be really drunk" he says to himself. With caution, he approaches the tent. He can hear snoring. "Hmm, now who could that be?"

Slowly peeling away the front, he enters. He sees that the tent is in total disarray, his spare loincloth all askew. Suddenly he notices a form in the darkness, laid out on his bed, very huge. He is slightly taken aback. "Who is this giant of a man sleeping on my bed in my tent? "

He takes a stick and goes to the man and prods. He hears some grunts. He prods a little more, more snoring and grunting. Angry now, Sajanzv pulls the covers off and sees a pink backside. He gives it a solid kick. All of a sudden, he hears a loud squeal and out shoots a huge pig right at him. Sidestepping, he watches the pig go rushing out. Suddenly he recognizes Spot.

"Stop, Spot, right now. I am not going to harm you, you sow"

Spot crashes to a halt against a table and looks at Sajanzv mournfully, "Oink, oink, oink"

"Oh, I am sorry, I didnt mean to kick you. What were you doing in my tent and why did you mess it all up" Sajanzv asks

"Oinkkkkkkkkkkk" Spot grunts. Sajanzv is left scratching his head wondering what it means.

"Never mind, let me take you back. Why do you keep escaping. Are you tired of Rosalynn's company? Surely not, she is too good. Off you go."

Sajanzv then opens the tavern door, takes Spot along with him to Rosalynn's house. "She must be sound asleep/ Never mind, here you are, back at home. Here, have this fruit, and go to sleep in your own bed. And I dont want to see you in my tent again" Sajanzv scolds Spot who hangs her head in shame and then he puts her back in the pen, and securely latches the gate.

He then pens a note to Rosalynn "This sow needs company surely, but not mine and definitely not in my tent", and puts it on Spot's collar.

"And dont eat that........" at Spot, and he is off. He reaches the tavern, decides the tent is too messy and nods off on the counter.
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How Eire dealt with the ONE
Rosalynn
Hearing a commotion outside, Rosalynn peeks out the window while keeping her profile hidden behind the curtain. Chuckling, she watches the mayor usher Spot back into her pen and latch it securely. She sees him writing something down and sticking it in Spot's collar, and as soon as he is out of sight, she hurries out to get the paper before Spot can slobber on it or eat it. Unfolding the note, she reads:
Quote:
"This sow needs company surely, but not mine and definitely not in my tent"

Rosalynn busts out laughing and laughs so hard that tears of mirth soon trickle down her cheeks. She looks at Spot who seems quite content probably having received her fill of fruit as she'd left her pigfeed untouched.

"Did you have a good time, Spot?" she laughs.
"I doubt that he would ever truly harm you, as you are but a silly pig with lots of padding." She studies the pudgy pig before continuing, "He's right though, we do need to find you a male friend, although that won't keep me from getting you into trouble on occasion."

Giggling at Spot, Rosalynn decides to go to the tavern and clean up whatever mess Spot may have created. As she enters, she sees the mayor sound asleep with his head on the bartop. Supressing her rising giggles, she goes into the kitchen and gets cleaning supplies and quietly goes into Sajanzv's tent and tidies up. Carrying out the soiled blankets and linen, she replaces them with freshly laundered ones, all the while laughing softly under her breath imagining his surprise. When she has finished, she goes outside the tavern and picks some aromatic flowers and after putting them in a vase with water, sets them inside the tent to freshen the air.

As she emerges from the tent for the last time, she looks over and is pleased to see she hadn't disturbed him, so after putting away the supplies, she tiptoes out of the tavern and heads home. Cheering up somewhat as she runs through the days happenings in her mind, she brightens considerably thinking of Havokk's arrival and move to Bath, and now they have a priest as well. A blush creeps up her neck as she remembers being reprimanded for whispering with Havokk, but she'd missed him and they had alot of catching up to do on things not intended for other ears.

Pausing to consider, she tries to come up with another nefarious plan and finds her mind a blank, too tired to contemplate ideas or anything more than getting some sleep. She's trying not to admit defeat but has come to the realization that she is out of her league. She yawns sleepily, then sticking the note in her pocket, she heads indoors to take her unfinished nap.
pnj
Herrero, while chatting with Rosalynn in her tavern before work, suddenly remembers something.
Rosalynn, I'm working for Dani_ddd today, plowing. I was wondering if I could bring Spot along for a bit?
After an answer in the affirmative and some more talk and a bit of laughter Juan heads out to Dani's wheat field with Spot following along at his side. He scratched her back and gave her a little handfull of wheat occasionally. He opened the gate and making sure no one was looking he whistled for her to come in the field. He tossed a bit of grain onto the ground at the edge of the field and whispered something in her ear. He then went off under some shady trees that obscured him from view to eat his lunch laughing under his breath.

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-fromENdani_ddd
At noon Dani desided to check how his new worker is harvesting the wheat. What a shock it was too see all the fields ploughed.
'Damned taverns, damned drunkards, damned beer'-he thought while shouting at Herrero ro stop destroying the crops.
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Rosalynn
With Spot off helping Juan do something to a field, even he wasn't sure what, Rosalynn returns home from the tavern.

Frustrated and agitated, she paces the floor trying to ward off the flooding mixture of emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. The desire to run being at the top of the list, and her usual mode of avoiding rather than confronting what upsets her. Her pacing increases as her agitation grows, the desire to flee or hide, or both causing her to come to an abrupt halt.

Thinking back to a day in Bridgewater and her discussion regarding her motives for moving, she finally fessed up to the main motivating factor for her, to a friend. Not that she'd ever admit it elsewhere, opening herself up for possible rejection, she decides beating herself up daily for her foolishness is the better option. Totally confounded by a case of heartsickness, her first, she resumes her pacing feeling like a caged animal needing to break free.

Rosalynn goes over to the window and looks outside towards Spot's pen, thinking that the pudgy pig is lucky as she doesn't have anything but eating and sleeping to worry her. A melancholy smile crosses Rosalynn's lips as she sees Spot hasn't returned yet. Bone weary and emotionally spent, Rosalynn realizes she has been sleeping much too often of late, but goes to lie down for a bit before going to the tavern.
Rosalynn
After spending several hours tossing and turning, sleep still eluding her, Rosalynn climbs out of bed reluctantly. If she had her way about it she would spend her life there, curled up under the covers.

Going into the kitchen, she fixes herself a cup of peppermint tea, fighting the nausea from yet another headache that attacks her head and stomache. She sits at the table and slowly sips the tea so as not to scald her tongue. At least the desire to flee had abated somewhat, although she is finding less and less to look forward to every day. This makes no sense at all to Rosalynn, as she is where she wants to be and there have been no major problems that she hasn't weathered. The townspeople seem happy, yet she herself, isn't.

From her point of view, life is looking pretty dismal. She enjoys flirting with her customers at the tavern, but refuses to take any of them seriously. Every relationship she's had in the past has been doomed to fail from the get-go so why should this one be any different? Jumping up from the table in agitation, Rosalynn starts pacing the floor.

"Well, if nothing else, I will have worn a path on the floor and maybe lost some weight from the exercise," she laughs.

She seems to always set herself up for failure, but this time is different. Feeling so totally in the wrong at having what can only be a crush on a much younger guy, is an alien feeling to her, as always before, the men were older than she. Rosalynn moans softly in confusion as she doesn't know what to do with herself; run from the situation or stay and be miserable? To pass time, she repacks several of the boxes so recently unpacked in her move to Bath.

While packing some of her knickknacks from Bridgewater, she is hit by a wave of saddness from the most recent news she's received concerning her birthplace. None of it was good. Good though is the soon arriving Flareshadow. Rosalynn chuckles remembering how many barmaids the tavern went through from broken legs after Flare tripped them.

Rosalynn decides to go for a walk to clear her mind and check on Spot.
pnj
After eating his loaf of bread Juan stood up and stretched. Time to go see how Spot was doing and plow his part of the field. He splashed some water over his face trying to clear away the fuzziness in his head. It must’ve been the heat and staying up so late the last night didn’t help any. Anyhow, he must get the job done. He ambled over and hooked up the plow with a prodigious yawn and got started.
What Juan had neglected to tell anyone was that he is extremely nearsighted, and what looked to him like brown stubble was really a field of rather scorched short wheat. A little while passed while Herrero walked steadily along with the plow and Spot grunted happily at the other end of the filed as she turned up the soil looking for truffles.
Suddenly there was a great bellowing shout from someone at the road. Juan hurried over to see what was the matter and as he drew nearer he recognized his employer’s voice. Juan listened to the words with surprise and then stopping with a puzzled expression he lent over and stared at the wheat. Looking up at Dani he didn’t know what to say.
At that moment Spot, disturbed by the shouting bolted through the boards of the fence toward her home. Juan ran after her as fast as he could. After closing the gate to her pen he hurried back to Dani’s place and mumbling an apology set to work harvesting what was left of the wheat.
Later that evening, as he told his friends what had happened, shouts of laughter could be heard coming from the tavern. He headed off early to his home where he slept the night through quite soundly.
-fromENmeda181
The sun set slowly in the east, turning the clouds first orange, then pink, then purple. Multicolored rays filtered through the forest canopy, and bits of dust danced in the light. Birds sang their goodnight songs as they cuddled in with their families for another peaceful night.

On the edge of the forest, just where the land began to flatten and the main road began its travel toward other towns, stood a tall oak. In its branches perched, not a bird, but a person, a young woman. Long brown hair had been braided tightly against a face tanned from working in the corn fields. Emerald green eyes watched as the sun faded below the horizon, replaced by millions of twinkling stars, and a beautiful full moon. She inhaled deeply of the grass-scented air, and wrinkled her nose at the faint smell of animals in the distance.

With a deep sigh, she climbed down to the ground, and landed with a thump. A yawn escaped her throat, and she stretched. A faint smile reached her lips.

"Well, Meda, I think this time you've chosen a good place to call home."

With another stretch, she turned toward the new town. It was time to eat, and she had discovered many interesting people at a local tavern called the Light's Out Saloon.
Rosalynn
Rosalynn looks after Spot as the short, stubby-legged, pudgy pig waddles past her faster than she's ever seen her go. She looks up in time to see Juan coming after Spot and starts to laugh, as Spot is well in the lead.

Deciding her walk is at an end, Rosalynn turns and heads for home, reaching there just as Juan latches the gate securely after a terrified Spot. She can't help but laugh at the curious mixture of expressions that cross his face. He quickly bows to her, wishes her a 'good day' and hurries off.

She looks over at Spot who is trembling for all she is worth, little beady eyes wide with shock still. Letting herself into the pen, she crosses over and pets Spot while talking softly to her trying to calm her down, hoping all the while pig's don't have hearattacks. Making sure Spot has plenty of food, a few fruit as treats and lots of water, Rosalynn leaves the pen latching the gate behind her. She smiles to herself looking forward to hearing what happened later on when going to the tavern.

Rosalynn, when hearing the story, laughs until she cries at what must have been a hilarious chain of events, sharing in the laughter of her fellow patrons in the tavern.

Spot strikes again!!!
-fromENmeda181
Meda swung her hammer one last time, and drove the nail home. She heaved a sigh of relief, and surveyed the newly constructed pig pen. It was small, just big enough for two pigs, but she was proud of it. It had taken much help from the other colonists, especially the new mayor and his retainer. But despite her own bumblings, it was finally finished, and ready for its first occupant.

Meda thought of the little piglet she'd bought. It was a bony little thing, but cute nonetheless. She wasn't happy with the thought that she would someday have to slaughter it. Being an animal lover, she had a tendency to get too attached to the livestock. When the time came, she would definately have to hire out, and find somewhere else to be.

After a quick stop for a drink and a meal at the tavern, Meda headed to the forest, and her favorite oak. It was the perfect spot to watch the sunset and reflect on the days events. She moved through the trees, and waved to woodmen headed back to town. She was nearly to the oak when a small commotion at the base of a nearby tree caught her interest. A little bird flapped furiously across the ground, doing its best to out run a strangly colored snake. Without a thought, she scooped the little creature out of harm's way, and jumped away. The snake froze, surpised, and Meda took the opportunity to scamper away herself.

At a safe distance she stopped and examined her package. The little bird was actually not so little. It took both hands to hold it. It didn't struggle, though one wing hung limp at its side. She held it at eye-level, and it stared back warily. For a moment they simply looked at each other. Finally, it squawked, as if impatient. Meda twitched her eyebrow.

"Well. I don't suppose you'll be going anywhere anytime soon. We'd best get you bandaged up."

The little bird squeaked, then chirped. Meda shook her head.

"Such interesting sounds you make." She turned, her plans now changed, and headed back toward home.

Several hours later, she eyed her handiwork by candlelight. The little bird sat in a soft nest of leaves and hay, looking rather ruffled and scruffy with one wing bandaged to its body. It made many different sounds as it settled into its new home. Meda watched, amused.

"I suppose I can name, as I saved you. Hmm. You have so many spots, they look like stars. And you are a little darling. How about....Starling? You approve?"

An irritated IRK was the only response. Meda chuckled, and began her bedtime preparations. The worries about her pigs had faded away, and suddenly thoughts of the next day didn't seem so gloomy.
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"Give every man (or woman) thine ear, but few thy voice." - Shakespeare
-fromENcwalen
One night, Cwalen walks outside town and wanders for hours before finding exactly the right spot. You know the one, the spot where the wind seems to still and blows like a gale at the same time, when the coolness without matches the warmth within. Where every blade of grass is counted yet remain numberless.

Laying on his back and looking up to the stars swirling above, he thinks to himself and to the whole of the world.

I work and I drink, and I flirt with the lassies, I do all I can for my fellow townspeople, yet somehow I can never drink enough, I haven't gotten laid, and all I can doesnt seem enough.

I have been accepted into high company, yet cannot feel worthy of my seat at the table. If we leave the table the work will be left undone but who am I to think I can further the work?


Accept me world, for even when, very often, I am not doing my best I hope that I could do some good.
Rosalynn
Reaching home, Rosalynn lets Spot out of her pen and goes for a walk, or in Spot's case, a waddle, with her. Walking along the lane, occasionally tossing Spot a chunk of fruit to munch on, Rosalynn checks out her neighbors' fields and ranches.

Feeling lighthearted and carefree after stocking her tavern with fresh milk, fruit and a few more vegetables, selling two pairs of trousers and 2 pairs of shoes also, she stops in the shade under a tree. Giving more of the fruit to Spot, Rosalynn watches her attack the fruit like there will be no more. Giggling, she chides the pudgy pig, "No sense in making a pig of yourself, Spotkins, there is more to be had thanks to our wonderful mayor. And the day only gets better as we now have a new miller and a carpenter as well. We grow by leaps and bounds, upwards unlike you who grows outwards." Leading Spot away from the shady area under the tree, Rosalynn ventures further down the lane towards the tavern. A grin slips across her lips remembering Spot's last visit there. Turning, she sees Havokk's forge nearby.

Tempted to go interupt his work, she changes her mind and turns back towards home. That was a set of feelings she didn't want to deal with just yet, as she'd always been attracted to the 'bad boys' or so her ma said. Returning home, she guides Spot back into her pen, sees that she has feed and water and then goes to check on her cows and sheep.

After feeding all the animals, Rosalynn washes up and after tying her hair back, heads to the tavern to chat with the other citizens. Havokk was good-natured in letting her occupy his lap at times and her teasing him unmercifully. As the night wore on and people left, it was down to just her and him. The butterflies in her stomach were going wild. Why did being alone with him have her so jittery? And then when they moved to the town tavern and his greeting was, "Hi dearest", she was rendered speechless. Wondering if he could see the turmoil she was going through, and hoping not, she started rambling about anything and everything.

After he was called away, she followed quickly behind heading for her home having several things she needed to finish as well before laying her head down to sleep. Smiling to herself, she knows her dreams will be sweet and restful.
Rosalynn
Ecstatic, Rosalynn skips on her way home from the tavern. She laughs softly to herself remembering how she was backed into a corner and made to admit her main motivation to first move to Southampton, and then when plans changed, to Bath. She would have willingly followed him anywhere by then even to the ends of England. Rosalynn fans her face when remembering being put on the spot in being forthcoming regarding feelings totally foreign to her til then. The heat in her cheeks increases remembering too being questioned by Cwalen and Lizzie as to which of the men she prefered. She vows there will be no more musical laps for her and she'll behave like the lady she is.

Rosalynn laughs at herself as her actions of late seem ludicrous even to herself. Totally new to this situation though, she tried and blundered many times over. Looking forward to seeing Spot and filling her in on the events of the day, Rosalynn increases her speed.

Arriving home, she lets Spot out of her pen and then playfully chases the pudgy porkster around the yard for a bit. She falls to the ground laughing though when Spot stops and looks back at her like she is crazy. Holding out a fruit for Spot to nibble on, Rosalynn carries on a one-sided conversation with her.

"I'm still looking for a friend for you, Spot. Too bad there aren't personal ads in the paper for pigs. Hmmm...maybe a matchmaker for pigs would help?" she laughs at the thought.

Spot wanders over to see if more fruit is forthcoming and Rosalynn holds out another for her to take and gnaw on. "You have it lucky, pigster, no confusion. She smiles remembering, "And after tonight, I can't say that I have any either. Time will tell how events unfold."

After ushering Spot back into her pen and latching the gate securely, Rosalynn wanders through her garden smelling and picking an assortment of colorful flowers to brighten up the inside of her shop. Filling a vase with water, she arranges the flowers inside then sets it on the table.

A grin creeps across Rosalynn's lips as an idea comes to mind. Racing out the door, she makes a beeline to Spot's pen and after calling to her to come out, Rosalynn heads out for the road. Laughing softly to herself, she looks back frequently to be sure Spot is still following. Seeing a particular pig farm come in to view, Rosalynn chuckles to herself. Spot smells the scent of the other pigs and waddles for all she is worth up to the fence, sticks her snout through to check things out.

Going around the fence, after looking around to be sure she is unobserved, Rosalynn opens the gate and urges Spot to enter. Before she can stop it, one of the smaller pigs squeezes past and runs off. Horrified, Rosalynn quickly latches the gate and races after the quickly escaping pig.

Yelling at the runaway, "Stop!! Please!! Oh do stop! At least slow down so I can catch up!" Starting to gain on the quickly tiring pig, Rosalynn groans as she bends over and wrapping her arms around it, lifts it off the ground. "Oh my you do weigh a pretty pound! Kill my back why don't you?"

The pig starts squealing like it is being stuck, sounding like a siren and squirming to get loose, so Rosalynn gets a stranglehold on it and races back to the mayor's pig farm to return the pig before it gets loose again or alerts someone to what is going on. Not wanting to be accused of pig-napping, and totally out of breath, after returning the pig to the pen, Rosalynn wipes her bangs from her eyes and slides down a fencepole to rest on the ground. Totally uninterested if she should be found where she shouldn't be. When she gets her breath back, she wearily gets to her feet and heads home leaving Spot to make friends.
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