It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

[LoveThatChick]

(LOL, yeah chickens are great!)

After the white haired young woman had left, Fleta looked at the map intently, "This map, looks like none I've ever seen and I've seen many a map." She looked at Glenn and frowned, "I can't make sense of this, it doesn't make any sense!" Fleta whispered, it was in another language that she didn't know, her hopes falling.

Then she saw something, "Wait, there is something, it's tinny, in the upper corner, it says... – the journal. but that's all I can make out."

 

[Frundette]

(Definitely gotta have chickens! lol)

Glenn looked crestfallen at Fleta's announcement that the parchment was nothing and not to be silly. "Oh," he said, extremely disappointed. With a heavy sigh, he half-heartedly looked through some of the other books. The first two he put back quickly, then found a small colorful book that was full of vivid images. Though it was no proper replacement for a treasure map, he tucked the book into his pouch.

But once the white haired girl had left, Glenn was surprised to see Fleta pull out the parchment again. "Old man Calhoun's journal?" he asked, glancing at the wall full of books. "That this one?" he picked up the large tome from which the map had fallen and showed it to Fleta, but the title across the cover read "Cooking in the Wild."

 

[LoveThatChick]

"Yes, the journal should be here somewhere..." Fleta started scanning the books, pulling out the smaller one at random and flipping through them. Then Glenn showed her the cookbook, "That's not really what we need, but good try." She smiled, then added, "Sorry for saying you were being silly, I just wanted to get everyone attention off us, and the map."

 

[Frundette]

As Fleta and Glenn searched for the journal, a short, but heavy-set man with a wispy and greying beard threw open the door and strode toward the bookshelf. He was followed by two young men... Peyton and Kenrick, brothers who could be summed up with the word "trouble".

Kenrick was the older of the pair at nearly twenty years of age. He was tall and lean and his mouth seemed to hold an almost permanent smirk. "Glenn!" he said as he approached the pair searching through the bookshelf, "what on earth you planning on doing with those books, boy?"

Glenn's eyes narrowed slightly, half in shame since he couldn't read the books and half in anger over being called 'boy'. He was only a few months younger than Kenrick, but easily much larger.

Behind Kenrick, Peyton snickered. The younger brother was a bit shorter, but just as lean with a curly mop of dark and unruly hair. "Prob'ly needs some tales of bunnies and kittens for Miss Dotta to read him to sleep at night." They both laughed, as if that was exceedingly clever.

"Fleta, whatcha doin' with this oaf," Kenrick asked the girl, flashing her a smile.

"Come now, boys," the heavy-set man said, gesturing to the bookshelf. "Don't delay. Let's get this loaded up on my wagon." Kenrick and Peyton each positioned themselves on one end of the bookshelf, intending to take old man Calhoun's entire library.

 

[LoveThatChick]

"You two have no right to speak to Glenn like that, he is more a man then you two will ever be!" Fleta half shouted as her bad temper flared, she was used to men speaking to her badly. she was not known for her good-looks, but they were known and that combined with her being poor & fatherless, made her a target for any scoundrel looking for a gal.

When they went to grab the bookshelf, Fleta sprung forward to grab it, she could not let them take away her only chance of finding out what the map lead to, "Stop, stop! You can't take them!" She yelled.

 

[Frundette]

"Why ever not?!" the heavy set man huffed. "These tomes must be preserved! Not picked over by petty scavengers such as yourselves!"

Glenn stepped forward and the man took one step back, as if frightened the bulky youth intended to hit him. But though the youth's fists clenched, he was not one to start a fight. "Cause we're lookin' for..." Glenn started, then trailed off, remembering Fleta's concern over others knowing what they'd found.

"Yes?" the man said, very interested to hear exactly what Glenn and Fleta had been looking for. But Glenn only looked to Fleta for help with the explanation.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta was at a loss for wards, I can not tell them about the map, but if I don't tell them something, we'll never find the journal... she thought, than quickly spoke, "I was looking for books about mending and cooking, things like that for my mother, Sybbyl. Glenn just offered to help me, ah..." She trailed off, her hands and jaw cleansed, she knew it was a weak defense.

 

[Frundette]

"Ah, of course," the man said in a tone that suggested he didn't believe a word of her explanation. "If I find any, I'll be sure to drop them off for you," he said, intending no such thing. "Out to the wagon, boys!" Kenrick and Peyton lifted the heavy bookcase carefully, tilting it back slightly so that the books didn't fall out.

Glenn watched silently, but his face betrayed that he was more upset than books about cooking and mending might warrant.

"You cut this oaf loose and come find me later," Kenrick looked back at Fleta and winked as they got the bookcase to the doorway.

"Now we'll never find out about the map," Glenn said glumly once the others were out of earshot.

 

[charnic44]

Thea continued slowly along the road home. She could still see the small house where she had gotten the chickens and books. As the horse clip-clopped along, Thea looked at the scenery. She knew that she would get home for a while when they were walking but if they went to a faster gait, the chickens would get injured.

 

[Frundette]

"Careful now!" the heavy man, whose name was Oswin, cried as the brothers maneuvered the bookcase through the doorway and then into the wagon waiting right outside the door. They set it down on it's back to keep the books from falling out on their way back down the hill.

Glenn followed them to the door, feeling rather helpless as he watched Oswin clamber up onto the driver's seat of the wagon and the brothers settled into the back of the wagon next to the books. A matched pair of beautiful bay horses stood patiently until Oswin clicked his tongue to get the wagon moving back down the hill. "Good luck to you two," he said with a smirk, looking back toward Glenn and Fleta.

The horses moved along at a quick walk until the wagon made it to more level ground, then Oswin pushed them to a trot. Ahead, he could see the cremello horse and Thea and slowed down as he caught up with the white-haired rider. His eyes landed on the bundle of books attached to her saddle. "Greetings lass! Been up to Calhoun's place?"