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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 15:21:17 GMT -5
"Kable's is fine, they have worked out well for me before. Sending it to the Mayor's Office, or by my name is fine."
If it had her name on it, it would find her. Probably all too easily, well if it was in Viktoria. Especially if the line read something about a payment, or looked like a bill. Then it would be super duper quick.
"What else do you offer? Something to make the dress special?" Was she hinting at magic? It was a little racist to just assume so because Allyria was of Drokagr blood. It was a bit low, and she felt embarrassed that she was hinting at such a thing. Even with such an open ended question.
"Or other supplies, and goods?" Books could be something she was needing. Guinevere did not consider herself a crafty person what so ever.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 29, 2015 17:27:26 GMT -5
Good, she's fine with Kable's. They're one of the better delivery services. Though I suppose I could hire a runner. No... no nevermind. Kable's is good.
Allyria was certainly relieved at Guinevere's acceptance of Kable's Trade Caravan. They moved around quickly, and could easily deliver the dresses once they were made on a regular stop to Viktoria. She didn't want to impose on anyone really. But she didn't want the client to be unhappy with the goods. Then the woman asked more questions.
Of course she did. You presented the possibility for more...
"Uh, yes. I can do something special with the clothes if you're looking for that. But I am also capable of making tools for self defense and such. If you're interested. I know you have your fine men here to protect you."
Ok... shut up before you embarrass yourself.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 17, 2016 11:26:14 GMT -5
We can pick this back up in a new thread if/when you return.
Ausoris 23rd, 200ATD.
Allyria woke with a start, sheets soaked with sweat from the heat. She climbed out of bed, groggy, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. A hot and humid breeze rolled through her open window, she staggered towards it and peered up at the sky. It was the only way for her to tell if it was day or night.
The stars were out. The blue and white moons were out as well, performing their celestial dance.
Still night, Vekkia is probably up.
She left her bedroom and went to Lily and Grayson's room. She pressed her pointed ear against the hard wood door to listen.
Good, sound asleep.
She smiled and went down to the kitchen. Vekkia was sitting at the table, with a ledger in front of her. The quill and ink pot were off to the side still untouched. Allyria sat down across from her.
"Can't sleep?"
"It's normal. As long as you're around my health won't suffer for it."
"What do you want to do tonight?"
"Might make some rations, breakfast, work on some equipment. Or maybe I'll do some research. What are you doing?"
"The books only provide so much entertainment. Honestly I'd like to learn to cook. Could be a useful skill to have."
Allyria nodded in agreement. She got up and walked across the cool stone floor of the kitchen to the storage pantry. There she acquired an armful of potatoes. She set those down on the countertop by the stove. Then she got a pot out of the cuboard, large and tall made from iron, and went out the backdoor to the pump.
The aged and rusted pump budged after her concerted effort, it squeaked loudly in protest. Then gave up and yielded the water Allyria demanded. She filled the pot and carefully brought it back, walking across the yard at a slow and concentrated pace. She sat it on the stove in the center.
"What are you making?"
"Dunno, just trying something out."
Allyria put the potatoes in the pot. Now for the difficult part. She stuffed some wood into the furnace part of the stove. Concentrating, she tapped into her power, attempting to light the wood on fire to give heat to the stove, so she could boil the water.
Knowledge, 35, cooking (unlearned), thaumaturgy III, Fire I, Easy! (+15) Threshold: 70
IiyHxUoS Success!
She had managed to get the fire going. That was good. She shut the stove door carefully and went back and sat down with Vekkia.
"So what are you going to do next?"
"Find a way to make cooked potatoes more compact. Maybe... mash them up and fill a roll with them? Need to make it more travel friendly. But for now we'll eat them. I think we should hire bodguards, or just guards. For the business I mean."
"I've thought of that, and I've recently had your people in your county organize an army of sorts. Maybe some of them would gladly come to the city to protect their liege and her interests."
"You made me an army?"
"Yes. I thought it was the responsible thing to do. Otherwise those people will be open to attack."
"No it makes sense. I didn't think about that."
She sat there thinking. Her land was a place she had yet to even visit. Yet from so far away she already has changed their lives. Not only had she paid for the construction of much needed infrastructure, but she bow had an army to think about. This was over her head.
"Did I offend you?"
"No, not at all. I feel like I'm in over my head. We need to visit my land soon. Make it a priority next month."
"Absolutely."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 17, 2016 14:15:35 GMT -5
The potatoes had finished and were served with seasoning on lacquered wooden plates. Allyria kept the silverware for special occasions. They both ate, and Allyria set out to make some bread for day. The red wheat had already been milled, and she had just finished stuffing two round loaves into the oven for baking.
Hopefully she wouldn't set the oven on fire.
Placeholder for roll K, 35, Easy 15 Threshold 50 hdT1PNvb
Baked 1 Rhotbrot Loaf! Heals for 15% HP
In the meantime she sat down at the table again, pulling the ink well and the quill towards herself.
"Got any paper?"
"Yes. Here."
"Thank you."
She began penning a letter to her family in Korasus. She needed the approval of both the Council and the Kalimbra guild to have Kalimbra in the tavern she was building in Korasus. She wrote in her mother tongue, as it was only appropriate.
Reserved for roll. K 35, Lit +5, Drokagr +10 = 50
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 18, 2016 10:07:14 GMT -5
Allyria dabbed the tip of the quill in the ink pot, taking care to wipe it on the brim. The moment she touched the pen to the paper the quill broke. Black ink splattered the page, and Allyria. She made a face, shutting her eyes tight, curling her lip and wrinkling her brow.
Vekkia laughed.
"Oh, you look so funny! What luck!"
Allyria lost it and started laughing. Then thunder rolled overhead and the down pour began, they both laughed harder. When they settled Allyria stood up and headed for the back door.
"I'm going to rinse in the rain. Sharpen a new quill for me?"
"And I'll get you more paper."
Allyria stood out in the rain for a while. The pressure from the drops helping her think. Thus was fortuitous. It gave her time to think about what she was going to write to the Kalimbra's guild and the council. She had come back into the kitchen soaked but clean. The kitchen smelled like baked bread but was empty. She went over to the oven and crouched, dripping, and opened the door, steam rose from her hands and arms as she maneuvered the bread out. A perfectly baked loaf. She set it on the table to cool and sat back down.
Vekkia came back with more paper and another quill. She passed both to Allyria breathing deeply.
"That smells good."
"Piping hot though."
The countess tried to begin her letter again.
Threshold 50 cMacMwab
The quill scratched along fine without breaking. Yet there were no marks made. She realized then that she had failed to dip the quill in the ink. She did so this time, taking care to wipe the excess on the brim of the well. She wrote out her proposal as neatly as she could, taking care of her syntax and making sure she used the right and respectful forms of the words.
Threshold: 50
She reread the letter and found that she had made a single critical mistake in the middle of it. This mistake forced her to rewrite the majority of the letter, as many of the verb forms depended on the way she used that particular word. She placed a blank piece of paper next to the erroneous letter and copied it up to the point of the error. Then she rewrote the second half attempting to use the correct forms from there on out.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 21, 2016 9:41:15 GMT -5
Allyria looked over her written work once more. It was perfect. Her calligraphy was getting better, and her grammar was good as far as she could tell. No massive mistakes that ruined everything. She pushed the letter to Vekkia who proofread it. When she was done she nodded her approval. Allyria then duplicated the letter and addressed it to the other party.
Now it was just a matter of delivery. Allyria would send a courier later. It was far too late, none of the humans would be awake. Rather, only those that wished to do her harm would be awake. She was concerned about her property in Sorath. Crime was a problem there from what she understood. For that matter crime was a problem everywhere. There were few opportunities for the poor. They would be the ones most desperate. Scholarship was good. Governor Cooper had promised to lift the ban on books in Sorath. That was a good first step, it'd allow her to give out grants.
Her thought was first towards building literacy. Books teaching people to read and write in High Cruic would be good. A job for a budding scholar. Her thoughts wandered to what she'd need.
1. Paper. Lots of it.
2. A scholar that both understands high Cruic, and was literate enough to teach it to others.
Scholars were rare. She would have to post a notice for one.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Future goals, Vekkia. Bringing education to the people."
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