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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 10:31 pm
A Crossroads encounter
Time: Evening
Who: Leander Lorenz di Laurentis and Kyros Leonora
Where: A small campsite along one of the main roads in Shyregoed
Two men meet by chance on the road, both heading in differing direction. As the day fades, they share one another's company, speaking of the recent tales of the land.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 10:34 pm
The day was cold, but invigorating for Kyros. He was freshly on his way, having only left the monestary a few days prior. Traveling as this was as a long distant memory returning to him, days huddled in the halls of the abbey giving way to thoughts of his youth. As he walked, he couldn't help but let a smile creep upon his face at the good recollections. Kyros was torn from his thoughts as he reached what looked to be one of the more well worn roads. He noticed the sun's tail dipping beyond the horizon and that nightfall would soon be upon him.
"Mm. I suppose I should make camp then," he mused aloud, and began to fuss with the bundle on his back. The Abbot had provided him with some provisions to get him started: a modest bundle of wood, flint and tender, and bits of food to last him a few days. The wrappings around the bundle would make fine blankets as the night grew colder. By the time a space was prepared and the fire lit, the sun was only half there. Soon it would be gone, a diminishing gold aura on the horizon, and his fire would be left as a beacon in the dark.
Satisfied with his preparations, Kyros sat down and withdrew a piece of apple from his provisions. Muttering a silent prayer in thanks, he indulged in his humble meal in earnest as he started to scan the road nearby for other travelers.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:09 am
Leander di Laurentius was traveling on his own money, and he was carrying, he thought, an awful lot of frivolous things.
He'd been through Shyregoad before, and it had always been cold, so he shouldn't have expected that woman's word to be true. And, yes, it was not true - Shyregoad was freezing, and while Leander might have trusted the woman more than he should have, he'd also packed a lot of clothing. But, it turned out - everything seemed heavier in the cold. He was traveling by horse, now, but his steed (really she was a mare: a dappled grey creature who was wholly faithful and hardworking) was slowing. She was perhaps slower now than she'd been at any point in their journey.
He was carrying bags, too, but even the fact that he carried burdens did not change the other fact that she bore all of them. It was certainly time to rest, and Leander had only to look for a place where he could do that comfortably. He was not altogether an unreasonable man: he was well-clothed today, if not richly then comfortably, and...well, no, he could not say that he was warm by any stretch of the imagination. He came prepared, too, to hunt, although not to forage: he was not at all familiar with the flora of Shyregoad. Well, he could do with a protein diet until he returned home. It seemed, after all, only fair.
He came across a singular man (religious, quite aged although perhaps not Leander's age) making an encampment by the road - Leander was headed in the opposite direction of this monk, although he did not know it. Nevertheless, he stopped.
"Good evening," he told the man, a little sheepish. He was wearing the robes of a man of the order - in all honesty, Leander had never been particularly religious; he'd attended church regularly as a member of the guard but had never professed to understand much in the matters of gods. But he could recognize that much. This man was probably trustworthy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 8:34 pm
Having finished his simple meal some time prior, Kyros had drifted into a light daze while still sitting upright. Eyes closed lightly and swimming in his thoughts, he scarcely was aware of the other traveler until he spoke. Kyros roused from his light rest, sparing his eyes a moment to readjust to the ever fading light before giving the traveler a once over.
Momentarily tired eyes opened wider at the haul the stranger was carrying. Far too little to be a traveling merchant, but far more than one would reasonably carry for a lone journey into the north. Putting aside his curiosity for the moment, Kyros cleared his throat to address the man in a gregarious tone, "Well met, friend. A traveler northward?" Kyros let the question hang in the air for a moment as he tended to the fire before him, tossing a piece of wood into the flame to bolster it's warmth, "I am Kyros, humble servant of Panyma. The day grows dreadfully short and the nights here are very cold. Since you are already here, you're more than welcome to make camp."
Reaching to the corded belt at his side, Kyros produced a waterskin of some sort. After a swift uncorking and healthy drink, he motioned towards the stranger with it momentarily before continuing, "Beyond the fire's warmth and a safe rest, I'm afraid I don't have much to offer. But you are the first traveler I've met on my journey, so atleast I can offer you wine from my abbey. Satisfyingly sweet, and immensely helpful in staving off the midnight chill. So tell me, what's your name, friend?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 2:16 pm
"Ah, well met indeed, Brother Kyros" he said in answer to the monk's greeting, dismounting with far less grace than he would have had he been a few years younger. "I travel north and then west to Mishkan. I am called Leander," he added, in answer to the monk's questions. He paused - should he have disclosed his family's name? No, the monk had not, and Leander rather liked the anonymity (and the familiarity, strangely - a man of the Panymese order probably had the right to be familiar) that his given name alone gave him.
He knelt by the flames at the monk's welcome, taking from his own bags a meal of bread and gruel. "Safety and warmth are blessings enough, good man," Leander said, after a pause. "But I would never turn down a drink, although I am afraid I cannot offer much in return. Thank you." He took the skin and a swig of the drink - it burned a little on its way past his throat; generally he consumed wine in polite sips - and then handed it back to the monk, eyes blinking rapidly. "I have met few travelers, myself, but you certainly set the bar for hospitality. Whence come you, Kyros?"
Not having noticed Kyros' meal, he made a welcoming sort of motion toward his own humble one - at home, he'd probably consume meat, but he was on a traveler's diet this season.
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