http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/-t1.htm The Holywell home of Wayland De Peverel Tue, 28 Oct 2008 22:05:27 GMT 10 http://i13.servimg.com/u/f13/12/93/39/13/de_pev13.jpg http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/-t1.htm http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/time-to-kill-t37.htm Wayland Slowly Wayland drew the sword from its sheath, the oiled blade sliding silently, naught but a whisper in the gloomy evening light. As the shadows walked by beneath he readied himself, waiting for the last of the four figures to pass by. The first three walked under, careless in their passage, the last more cautious, 20 yards behind the rest, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, eyes scanning the darkness of the woods. A flash of silver draws his attention, the final rays of the days ... Bryn Madn Hall Thu, 23 Oct 2008 07:41:00 GMT http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/time-to-kill-t37.htm#137 http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/time-to-kill-t37.htm http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/preperations-t38.htm Wayland The sun rose lazily over the Tavern and its grounds, The first rays of light slowly picked there way acoss the yards, rousing the cockerel form his slumbers atop the ostlers and finally filtering through the shutters across the smithy windows. Dust and ash danced in the glowing fingers as they stroked their way up the sheets of the small cot and falling on Wayland's face. Blinking groggily as he stirs, his ind asks where is his comfy mattress and heavy quilts before he remembers what the day ... Bryn Madn Hall Tue, 28 Oct 2008 22:05:27 GMT http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/preperations-t38.htm#142 http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/preperations-t38.htm http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/old-ties-and-new-friends-t20.htm Corinna Corinna slides wearily down off the mare... her curls cascading free of her hat as it falls off ... leaning to recapture it, then turning to Beaker as he also dismounts.. crossing, laying her palm against his cheek... a warm smile.. the stop in the woods was well worth it my love.. even if it did delay our arrival ... now.. shall I get the fire going, and set that brace of partridges to the spit? p'raps someone will happen along to direct us to the local taverns soon enough... rising ... Bryn Madn Hall Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:58:34 GMT http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/old-ties-and-new-friends-t20.htm#41 http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/old-ties-and-new-friends-t20.htm http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/kali-s-kiss-is-born-t9.htm Wayland Bumph!! The last blow rang throughout the workshop as Wayland, finally satisfied, drew the blade through the air. Replacing his hammer on the forge he turns the would be sword, looking along it, checking the lay and sweep of the blade. Satisfied he collects his armourers tools and crosses the forge to the workbench. Laying the blade on a sheepskin he slides on the hilt and carefully fits the wooden handle. Finally the pommel is slid down the tein and he fits the sword in a vice. Carefully ... Bryn Madn Hall Tue, 16 Sep 2008 20:28:20 GMT http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/kali-s-kiss-is-born-t9.htm#21 http://blackcompanytavern.forumotion.net/bryn-madn-hall-f6/kali-s-kiss-is-born-t9.htm