Finally, the Cavalry Pub is nice and clean again! Let’s hope this one does not get burned down such as those of Cav legends.  And of course, what would a Cavalry Pub be with out the rules:

 1.) Stay in character. We are RPing as military of the 3rd Age of Middle Earth. Act accordingly. Order a drink, tis why we’re in a pub, but also say something worthwhile. And by all means, feel free to shout out a song, just make sure you provide original lyrics (at least two stanzas).
 2.) Be creative, this is here so you can have a place to live out your fantasy of living in ME, so keep it within those boundaries by keeping it ME related. This pub is also a place for troops to meet and make comments to each other about things in other Cavalry threads, in which comments may not be appropriate.
 3.) The Cavalry and Kingdom rules are in effect here, obey them. This includes both CHATTING and SPAMMING. There is no 200 post rule as yet- do not make me have to introduce it.
 4.) Only members of the Cavalry post in here, please -- trainees are included as members, for pub purposes.
 5.) NO ANIMALS WITHOUT PRIOR APPROVAL. APPLY TO THE FIRST MARSHAL FOR PERMISSION. ( eledhwyn@hotmail.com )
 6.) Have fun!

 To help us remain in character, meet some of our pub characters!  Enjoy a delight from the menu as you relax with fellow Cav members.

 First, the Barkeep ~ Sceohund or CloudHound
Barmaids ~ Mirigemaegden, the ’merry-maiden, Raþdegn (clever servant) and  Folcawyn
The Cook ~ Blioecoc (cheerful cook)
Drinks and food on the menu:
   Oromë’s Bletsung, this red wine is truly a blessing, a real nectar of the Gods.
   Hwitsceo, a fluffly concoction of clear filtered ale mixed with just a touch of white clover honey topped with mounds of sweetened whipped cream.
   Glavrol, a fine and delicious wine that won’t make you drunk, but will cause you to babble nonsense should you drink too much
   Mirigetunge, a type of tiny honey cake baked over the fire, and sure to go well with any drink.
   Gedwol, a dish of salmon grilled in a sauce reminiscent of barbecue with a hint of lilac. It goes well with a foaming tankard of 1320 malt.
   WildeBur, or Wild Boar.  The drink is fairly basic, consisting of a mixture of honey ale, stirred in with some fresh cream, and fruit juice, usually from a cherry, but can be substitued with any fresh fruit.  The appearance is rather red and frothy, invigorating the onlooker with a thirst for the hunt, and the mead has a kick like an angered boar, yet the fruit gives a mellow finish, the end of the hunt.
   Readsteda, which means Red Stallion.  It has a strong amount of Ale and a few shots of some other Rohirrim Ingredients for extra energy. Can be added to almost any Rohirrim Drink or juice.
   ’Faestbrand’ because that’s what it’ll feel like going down your throat."   A mix of whiskey, ale, a little splash of beer and  a little spalsh of *a dark eliqir* for taste.
   Stelitunge, a cake mixed with a little honey, a bit of ale, lemon, and some extra strong *something or other*
   Hefonciese, a soft-crust goat’s cheese, nice and creamy.
   The Arduilas Hara will from now proudly supply the Cavalry pubs with ample supplies of its famous wines (red, white and rosé) and cheeses, for your pleasure and enjoyment.
   Wisedreda se Remy, the wise strength of Remy, the name needs no explanation.......all who attempt to tackle this sandwich shall feel the wind of Remy beneath their wings, and the whisper of his voice in their ears, and may they remember better days, and look forward to Remy’s return............  (THE premiere dish of the house!)
   Stout Halbert, a delicious dark beer introduced to us by our very own Blædtunge.

 And for all the newest Trainees, a drink that reflects the rigors of your recent training:  Bilewitdox.....roughly translated, I believe it means "The Dusk of Innocence".   A perfect drink for a newly initiated, its first filled with a light ale, my mother said it symbolized the innocence of the young trainee.  Then, the mixer will take the sap from a beech tree aged exactly 2 weeks, and fermented with sour lemons, and pour this into the light ale.  The horrible strength and acidity of this sap signifies the new life of a hardened veteran warrior, the bittersweet life of a wigend.  (Compliments of  The Bilewitdoxier~Or BLAME the Bilewitdoxier, whatever the case!)

 Here’s an excellent link that will help with your descriptions of things you may wish to either add to the pub’s excellent atmoshere, or just for your own character development  ~ http://rohan.elendor.net/role-play/words.html Food and Drinks must be from the Middle Ages. (No sodas <that includes Dr. Pepper!>, burgers, chocolate, or milkshakes, etc)

Check out all the fun at the last Aethelmund Tavern XXVII (Cavalry Only Pub)

Post with care and character, lest ye incur the chiding of Isenfolme the Scary! (And her two friends, the hot blooded Bryneheolfor and Bilewitdoxier the Initiator!) 

*Aelfric entered the pub with a worn look upon his face. He quickly found a table near the corner looked at the people in the room. His eyes brightened as he saw the mugs of ale at the bar. He quickly approached the bar and smiled*

"Sceohund, if you please a pint of Hwitsceo. And perhaps a dish Gedwol? I cant tell you the last time that I have eaten I have been so busy." Aelfric quickly pays Sceohund and finds a table and started to devour the samon. He leaned back wiping the froth of the mug from his lips when he reached into his pocket and stuff a generous amount of tobacco. He struck a match and quickly lit the tobacco and puffs of smoke quickly filled the room. He tried his hand at forming some smoke rings but there were oddly formed. He frowned but continue to lean back in his chair and enjoy the pipe.

Fëawen, after a long weary day, her fair visage bearing an expression most melancholy, entered Aethelmund.  With her sack of books across her shoulder she made her way to the bar to speak with Sceohund, “Here you go, my dear…” she said.  “The herbs as I had promised to replace… I had even added a wee bit more, since you were so obliging to make my special request. And I’ll have the usual if you please… a cup of raspberry tea, and a Stelitunge.”

And as she took her tea and cake, she looked at the door dolefully, and released a regretful sigh, as if she were waiting for a long lost friend to make an entrance…

She then turned to the fire and crossed the floor, nodding to all with a weary smile and shivering from the temperature change, having just come in from the cold.  And lo and behold, there seemed to be someone sitting there, a tall Rider (though, to Fëawen, everyone was tall) with a mane of wavy sun kissed copper …in her favorite seat…  She walked over, to ask if she could join the young man … and nearly dropped her books upon her own foot, once seeing the bearded face behind the pipe…

“Aelfric?  Is that you?  I cannot believe my eyes… You have finally arrived, and are here in Aethelmund.”

Fëabryneher
Med SW1C
This air is blessed, you share with me...

Aelfric nearly spilled his ale from the sudden embrace from his sister. He stood and shouted in delight as  Fëawen hugged him. Just a few moments ago the pub was filled with sounds of laughter and merriment. Now it was all different as Aelfric’s attention was now focused on  Fëawen.  He smiled broadly as he lifted her into the air and then spun her around.

He quickly let her back down and gave his sister another embrace. "You never change dear sister. Here you are in Aethelmund sporting books when you should be lifting a glass of wine. Yes, after all this time I have finally arrived here."

He nearly dragged his sister to the table and quickly retrieved a chair for her. He clasped her hands and continued to smile. "I can not thank you enough the letters and the cake that you sent to me. Well, many of the fellow Riders also thank you as well for the cakes did not last long. Tell me all that has happened. I want to know everything!"

He waved at Kakaro and Fëawen, after that he grabbed his drink and sat on a nearby table seeing that everybody he knew was already with company he didn’t want to interrupt anything and sat there, drinking his Glavrol and enjoying the nice atmosphere waiting for someone he knew to come and talk with him.

Rædfah enters Aethelmund and removes his cloak, muttering something about the steady drizzle outside and having to train all day in the mud. Oh well, such is the life of a soldier. He greets Sceohund and orders a Gedwol and a Stout Halbert. He takes his drink and looks for a spot to sit while he´s waiting for the food.  He approaches Miny´s table and says. "Westu hal Sperewigend. Do you mind a little conversation while I await my supper?"

“Not much, Dear Aelfric” she replied taking a seat, “You know me… reading… working on the garden and the usual sword practice… with the occasional break for a cup of tea.   But what about you… tell me of your Cavalry training…”

And then Fëawen noticed Miny’s friendly gesture and then take a seat at a table alone…

“Miny… no need to seat yourself all the way over there, and all alone… come sit with me – with us, I should say… there is someone whom I would love for you to meet…” And Fëawen made a graceful gesture to her brother, “This is my brother, Aelfric.  He is a Cavalry Trainee… and is studying with Faramirr at the moment.”

Fëabryneher
Med SW1C
This air is blessed, you share with me...

Winky strolled in, having been admitted to the Cavalry earlier that day.  Approaching the bar, he calls out, "Hello, Sceohund!  A bit of ale would do me good at the moment.  Thanks!" Weary and thirsty, the Rohirrim collapses in an armchair by Kakaro and Calil.  Chugging his ale, he says, "Hello!  Nice to see you all here.  Would you mind if I joined you?"

Dragonlet the pub, softly humming a tune.  She pulls down the hood of her cloak in order to see better, and smiles at an enthusiastic greeting between two people.  Trotting up to the bar, she leans over someone and calls to Sceohund,

"Good evening!  I’ll just have a Readsteda please?" retrieving her drink, Dragonlet finds a seat, and immerses herself in the babble of talk all around her. 

*a young figure walks through the door, she is quite short, but only because she is young. She weres a silver cloak, her eyes shine black, and her hair a dark shade of brown. Sitting down unnoticed, she takes a drink, and starts humming a tune, soon she is singing quietly under her breath.*

One world’s Beginning,
As another world ends,
And one life is swiped,
As another emerges.

And as the life,
Never a notice to the people,
Only to hero’s tales,
But what about the others?

The people who lived?
Everyday lives,
The hero’s,
Who never got to survive?

The ones who tried,
But were over come,
They tried,
They almost won.

So Why ignore them?
Why not learn from their ways?

I quess it’s the way,
The way the world stays.
Because they failed.

And when one world’s beginning,
And another is ending,
The lives that are taken,
Are all blown away,
As the new generation,
Come only to here,
How the hero’s suceeded.

Why learn the failures,
Why learn the truths?
When one world’s begging?
Another must end.

*She stops singing, and takes a sip from her mug, muttering quietly to herself*

"I’ll have to work on that one, cause it’s the one that he never finished."

 Blædtunge grinned. "Ach, awa’ wit’ ye, lass! A bloodthirsty one ye’r becomin’! Should Ah be a-puttin’ ye on forced leave so ye c’n get some rest now?" Blæd grinned. "Ah’m fine, actually... never felt brawer in mah lahf."

 It was then that Blæd saw Malorn across the way and raised his stein in acknowledgment. "Malorn! Come over ’ere, lad, an’ we’ll talk apace if’n ye’r whistle’s whetted enough t’bear up!"

The Third Marshal strides into the bar, immediately finding himself a spot of Wildebur and planting himself firmly between his old comrades Blaed and Amhran, and also with Malorn, the new Sperewigend who hath proven himself more than useful in the ways of tactics

Top o’ the mornin Ol’ Westmarkers, how goes the Deep of late?  I do miss it there, but Edoras is no thing to complain about, let me tell you that!

And Malorn, my friend, you hail from Eastmark do you not?  Boy, with that show in tactics you splayed last Tavern...I wish I had you with Meduseld, you know much more about the games then I do...could use you as an aid!!  Please my friend, have a drink on me....Ele always gets the good ones...pah!

*walks in looking rather tired, and orders a Raedsteada from Sceohund, in an attempt to waken herself up a bit. Looking around, she decides to sit with Kakaro and her friends, as she hasn’t talked to her for a while. She walks over and seats herself at the table*

Hello there! Hope you don’t mind me taking a seat... How have you been lately? And your horses, I know you have quite a herd of them... *she grins* You’ll have to pop by and visit the SSTC again, haven’t seen you there for an age! Recommend the place, too, as business is slow at the moment due to the transition into the house... 

*Rædfah gets up and follows Kakaro over to her table and sits down.* "Ah, a fellow can always use a fine steed, Rebel is a good mount, actually the best from my father’s herd, and I couldn’t bear to part with him, but he is not war-trained. He enjoys running over the occasional orc and whatnot, but I fear the clammer of pitch battle mind be too much for his nerves. Might you perhaps know of a good trainer? *Rædfah takes a sip of is mug and winks at Kakaro* "However... if he can’t be trained..."

*Scealdmund walks in and his eyes go straight to the big head of the boar. Then he look around if he see anuwhan familiar. His eyes spotted Kakaro and he walks straight to her and he sais: Kakaro, my old friend, how are you doing?

Kakaro laughed and said. "There is sitting one besides you Readfah! This is Starfire, a very good trainer! And if you need horses who are bred for battle come to me, some yearlings are extremely well build for that cause and I’m sure Starfire can train them as well." Kakaro said, still laughing at the humorious mistake he just had made. Spotting her good friend Scealdmund as well she said. "Great! Come here and sit at this table, we were talking about horses! If you need a good mount or another come to me, again I have to much horses. My limit is 120 and it is now 186...." She counted sighing.

"Ah! Now I make the connection" *He says to Kakaru, as he slaps himself on the forehead.* "I got hit on me noggin’ today in training. Must have addled me wits" *Turning to Starfire.* "I’ll have to bring Rebel by your place soon and see if he’s salvageable" Rædfah turns toward Scealdmund, raises his glass in salute and laughs out loud as he says. "Westu hal. I see that you’ve also survived the attack of the Evil Wizard."

"Hello Sister!" Kakaro she called back as loud as she could, startlingthe whole pub, turning towards her. "Sorry, sorry! Just saying high to my sister!"
Turning to Scealmund she said; "Sure I have a few... lemmesee.." She grabbed her shoulderbag and looked through a pile of drawings.

This is Ernst, he’s now a big two year old and he knows that he is big, sometimes pretty hard to handle. I trained him for the most part, but because I have little time I could not train him completely. He accepts the saddle and the briddle and only me a few times... before throwing me of... *turns red out of shame* Does not happen all the time tho... *She quickly putted away the drawing of Ernst.

And here we have Fierasteda with his loyal friend; Duck. Strangely enough some day a duck passed by and spotted Fierasteda, since then they are hard to seperate. He’s broken, or ridden if I like to say and he’s a friendly easy horse. Don’t worry about Duck, when you ride he just flies with you.

And there is no such thing as a good pony, this a Rampa. He’s one of the sturdier ponies I have, and a close relative of my own, Bart.
He friendly, thrustworthy slow but strong. A warpony.

Have you made your decision? And the question how I can sleep; I have a wolf you know. All my horses are near my house now, the horses that were stolen were far from my house. *nods*

Mel rides by the Aethelmund and sees her mum and her 2 sisters.  She walks into the pub and orders some tea.  "Hi, Thali, Kakaro.  how are you?  It seems like a while since I last saw you, and some of my siblings it seems like I’ve never seen them!"  Mel walks over to her mum.  "Hi mum!"  She says to Calil.  "How are you?  How are your horses?"  She asks.  She sips her tea and waits for a reply.

 Arden entered the Aethelmund, and looked for a place to find a seat. She had a few pieces of parchment in her hand, which upon closer inspection, were some letters she had just picked up. She intended to sit down and draft a reply to them. . .but first she fancied a word with her Marshal Siclius. He was sitting with the Second Marshal Blaedtunge, ÆP Amhran and Sperewigend Malorn.

"Hallo, sars, hallo Amh, hallo. . .Malorn is it? You hail from the Eastmark, eh? Wunnerful place, though it can’t beat dear Meduseld, ah, no." Arden winked. "I hope I’m not interrupting now, but I’ve been wunnerin’ if mayhaps I could ask ye something, Third Marshal, sar. D’ya mind if I sit down? I can get any of ye a drink while I’m up, should’ya fancy. . . "

Fëawen was digging though her pack, until she pulled out a little package wrapped in paper and string…”Ah, Aelfric, I have a wee gift for you…  here it is a few of my abacanwealcate (rolled baked oats), you had written that you liked them so much in your letters, and I had so many left… that I thought I would bring them to share here…  Still, Niwewine will have nothing to do with them… turns his nose up at every time I offer them to him…  seems I’ve spoiled him so, that he’s become quite the picky little Lad… I’m wondering if they are just as unfit for human consumption”

Fëabryneher
Med SW1C
This air is blessed, you share with me...

Halamendel strides into the tavern, looks around, sees nothing but initiated cavalry men (and women) and immediately has this sinking sense of inferiority. Then he realizes that, hey, they are his superiors, because this is the army. Suddenly, he feels better. "Hey, is there anyway to get a drink here. I’m kinda thirsty."

Miny drank a bit of his Glavrol when he noticed Rædfah walking towards him and asking if he could sit down. Miny smiled and nodded: “Of course you can. I have been away from quite some time and it’s always great to be here once again.” Miny watched as Rædfah sat on a chair in front of him.

Before Miny could have said anything Kakaro walked towards both of them and “invited” them to join her and her lovely family. Miny laughed and stood up holding his drink and following Kakaro closely. Miny bowed to the Ladies in Kakaro´s table and sat right by Rædfah´s side and placed his drink on the table. He heard Kakaro´s question and smiled softly: “No thanks my dear friend. My dear stallion Deorheorte is still serving me extremely well also I don’t think I could live without him; he is one of my best friends. See just from that sentence you can see how lonely I am.” He laughs softly and drinks the rest of his drink.

“If you all excuse me, I have to go get another drink and go see a dear friend of mine.” He stands up and bows to Kakaro, her sisters, her mother and then pats Rædfah on his shoulder whispering: “It was a pleasure to meet you.” He walks over to the counter and this time orders a two Wildeburs and a cup of tea. When Sceohund gave him his order, Miny grabs the drinks and the tea and walks over to Fëa. “Hi Fëa. You look lovely as always.” He places the cup of tea in front of her and smiles. He sits on a chair and shakes hands with Aelfric: “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Finally I was able to meet someone of related to the lovely wee Fëa. By the way Fëa I brought you a cup of tea I didn’t knew what you were drinking so I thought that would be the best choice.” Says Miny; with a grin on his face. He gives one of the Wildeburs to Aelfric: “Here I hope you enjoy it. If you don’t want to just leave it there and I will drink it when I finish mine.” Miny makes a small laugh and drinks a bit of his Wildebur. As he hears a familiar voice behind him, he turns around and sees Rorina: “Oh my!!! I haven’t seen you since we fought together on the battle in Aldburg. Come sit here Ror. How are you doing?”….

“Oh Rorina, no… “  Said Fëawen shyly,  “That was far from a personal attest to my vanity…  I was certainly referring to the freckles and the copper hair, of course…  Not many people whom I have seen look like us, do they Aelfric… we were called carrot tops all the time when we were young… but used to tell them that carrot tops are green… such a name is silly really…” and Fëa sighed as she looked at the cakes… “Aye, my friend… he will have nothing to do with them…  maybe the honey isn’t sweet enough… or the oats are too dry?  Would you like to try one… they are meant for people originally, but I had made too many for just myself, and I do not want them to go stale…

Fëabryneher
Med SW1C
This air is blessed, you share with me...

*strides into the pub whistling cheerfully* Hi, everybody! Sorry I’m a bit later than usual, my horse threw a shoe. Sceohund, I’ll try have a Hwitsceo, if you please...
Kakaro, your horses are absolutely gorgeous! *loyally* But I’m sure none of them could ever compare to my Fyrmanu...((OOC: the best horse in the world in rl a big chestnut mare named Rainy!))
*watches Melwen and Darkwarrior playing darts in amusement* Ah, darts...methinks it may become a tradition of the Aethelmund, to randomly play darts when we’re here!
*walks up behind arthaninel* Hi, there! I don’t believe we’ve met...I’m Hasufel, of the Meduseld Eored. You can probably stop the random singing now...you might scare more people away that way!  And don’t worry about being shy, I’m one of the shyest people I know. I know these Riders; as soon as half of them who don’t know you see you, they’ll come rushing over to introduce themselves! Kind of like Susy and me...^_^

It had been a long, uneventful day in the life of Winky, much more so than usual.   Making his way into the pub, he stops at the bar and says, "Sceohund - A Hwitsceo would be nice." Looking around to see if he knew anyone, he decided that no one he knew was in at the moment.   Deciding to make a new friend or two, Winky approaches Hasufel and Arthaninel.  "Hello!  I’m Winky - would you mind if I joined you?   You see, I’m trying to make a few friends here in Edoras, so I’d be happy to get to know you both! "

*Arty turns around and adresses Hasufel "Hello there, and no we haven’t met. As you already know I’m Arthaninel (or just Arty) of the Rohan, a calvary trainee, and Thats about it. Do you wan’t to play a game of darts?- Or something of that sort. Or maybe just sit down at a table and discuss the latest horses. I don’t know." *Arty stands up and offers Hasufel his seat. then asks her a question, "Would you like a drink, or maybe something to eat? If so I would be glad to order something for you."

*Arty looks up at Winky and replies. "Sure, go right ahead. do you care for something to eat? I could get it for you." *rethinking his decision he turns to Hasufel and inquires,"Is it ok with you if Winky joins us?"

*Oromë strides into the pub carrying his spear and his sword. He lays them on a table and walks to the bar. Retrieving an ale from Sceohund with a smile he tosses the server a small gem by way of tip and returns to his seat where he proceed to take out several long knives and lays them on the table as well.
After a few moments of inspecting his weapons and arraying them out before him, as if taking inventory, he looks up and sees people staring at him.*

Hi Arthaninel! Hi Winky, how are you? Hi Hasufel! Hi Susy! HI Melwen, hi Miny! What’s new? Hi DW, hi Rori! Hi Arden, hi Hala, hi Artha, hi Kakaro! Hi Aelfric! Hi Blaed! Hi Amran! Hi Raedfah! Hi Hallow, hi Dragonlet! Hi Eilonwy, hi Scaeldmund! HI Thali...*puff puff* Hi..Calil....Hi....hhhhh...man, there are a lot of Riders in here tonight...Whew...

I was fighting with some orcs when I realized I didn’t have the right weapons for the job. The right tool for the right job. That’s what Aulë always says. So I came back to the house to get my orc knife. Good for cleaning fish too. So, I’m getting ready to go back out and I figured I would stop in, get an ale, check the tools and then head back out.

Keep thinking I’m forgetting something...

“Good evening, Third Marshal,”  Said Fëawen with a friendly wave,  “How good it is to see you, I hope you are relaxing!  You work so hard sir, you can use a little break...If you are need to be up early in the morning and would still like a wee something to drink, May I suggest a cup of tea, an one of my Abacanwealcate… my horse refuses to eat them, but Aelfric says they are quite good!

Fëabryneher
Med SW1C
This air is blessed, you share with me...

"Hello, PG!  I’m doing fine, thanks. " Seeing as Arty had left and Hasufel was nowhere to be soon, Winky soon slumped into a state of boredom.  Finishing off his drink, he brightens up a little, and decides to try and make a few acquaintances.   Approaching Fëawen, Sicilius, and Starfire, he says, "Hello!  Would you mind if I joined you?  No one else seems to be here at the moment, so I just thought I’d stop in. "

Ror looked up to see Miny’s approach. She laughed when he offered her a seat at the table she was already seated at. “Aye, it has been a long time since I have seen you, but it seems that perhaps your eyesight has not been so well of late?” she questioned with a teasing smile. “But, since you insist…” she replied, while make a show of leaving her seat, and approaching the table again, this time choosing the seat between Miny and Feawen. “I would love to join you Miny! How very kind of you! But all teasing aside,I’m glad to find you well. I enjoyed fighting alongside you, and I lost track of you once the battle ended. I do hope things have been going well for you.”

*smiles as a young Sperewigend approaches, and searching her memory she remembers his name to be Winky. Pulling out a chair beside her, she invites him to sit*

Hey there! How are you today? Oh, help yourself to a cup of tea while you’re at it... I’ll bet you’re looking forward to the next adventure, whenever that comes, just like the rest of us...

"Hello!  I’m doing fine, though things have been a bit slow.  Aye, a new adventure would be nice - not required, but certainly something to look forward to.  Thanks for the tea!" Grateful for Starfire’s welcome, Winky happily takes a seat at the table. "What about yourself?  Any plans?"

 Arden took a seat with her Marshal.

"Welp. . .I’ve been thinkin’ see. Many of the names of the Sperewigends of my Squadron list are only vaguely familiar to me, and it doesn’t seem right that an Aethel knows not all o’ her Squadron. Seems because thair’s a combination of many new recruits, and the fact that I’ve lead the somewot isolated life of a scout. . .and I thought mayhaps this was also the case with the Patrol Commanders, and wigends themselves? O’ course, I think we could work better as a unit if we got to know each more before our swords shine in battle, and not everyone seems to fancy (er have time for?) the pub atmo’phere. And mayhaps some wigends are a wee bit nervis, or uncomfortable, because they en’t knowing many Riders in their Squadron? I was wunnerin’ if I would have your blessin’s, sar, should I wish to have a meeting of those under my command. . .mayhaps held in my house? I already know my sister Rorina well, and I’ve begun to know Maegisterwigend Aelfwyn as well. . .’tis mainly for the wigends see, to know us an’ each other. Jus’ an ideer, o’ course. . ."

Arden took a sip of her ale, and studied Marshal Sicilius’s contenance.

Kakaro listened quietly to the chat that was going on around her, Scealdmund was still choosing from the horses and she had nothing else to do. She colsed her eyes for a moment and sighed happily. A stab of pain suddenly feared her, a stab in her ribs from an unkown origin. Her eyes flew open in shock and she was suddenly gasping for air. It was turning black before her eyes and horriied she tried to fight it. -not again!- she thought desperatly and tried to stand up, one hand clasping her chest, some chairs fell over and the stunned Rohirrim looked at her in surprise, but it did not matter to her, all what she wanted was to stop the pain and she wanted air.
Gasping for air she did a few steps forward before darkness completely overtook her and she fell hard on the ground, she heard someone screaming at someone else and someone called her name, but then it was completely dark and silent, without pain and she sighed deeply.

Me? No, not really, I suppose, just to be prepared - at the end of the day, preperation is one of the most important things there is. But on second thoughts, I’ll have to get my war horse back in training - she’s been out to pasture since the last quest ended. Hmm, might do that when I get home...

*suddenly, beside her, Kakaro begins to tremble violently. She rises and walks a few steps before collapsing to the ground. Alarmed, Star immeadiatly jumps to her feet and calls out*

Quickly, someone get a healer! Kakaro, can you hear me? Wake up! Kakaro! Please, wake  up, hear me... Has someone gone to get that healer?! Sceohund, some water!

*the old barkeep brings over a jug of water with haste, and Star throws it over her friend’s face. Kakaro stirs and groans, but does not waken. Her worry increasing, Star breathes deeply and tries to calm herself down*

*Dropping his mug in mid drink as Kakaro collapses to the floor, Rædfah kneels down and puts the back of his hand to her mouth* She’s breathin’, but barely. *Listening at her chest* Her heart seems to be going, but kind o’ funnylike. *Just then Star throws the water. It doesn’t seem to do much. If she were a horse Rædfah would know what to do, but his healing abilities on humans are sorely lacking. All he can do is cradle her head and try to make her comfortable until more qualified help arrives.

"I need to fix up my horse too when I get home.  Grazing all day; not good if done excessively. " Turning, Winky saw Kakaro lying on the ground.  Watching in horror, he decides to do what he can to help.  "Kakaro, please!  What happened...  We need someone to help!" Determined to find out what happened, he rotated her body carefully.  Gaping in shock, he found blood oozing out of a wound in her side. "How are we going to contact a healer?  This is bad... really bad."

Fëawen leapt over her brother and wove thought the crowd… she had been watching between the dancing shadows of Rider’s silhouettes, and witnessed Kakaro decent to the hard floor… and it took no thought before she made her way to the fallen Soldier.

“Out of the way…”  Fëawen demanded, caring neither of rank nor their station of birth, as she shoved her wee way though the room of Riders, “Out of the way, please”!  And she dropped to her knees, and gave Kakaro’s condition a serious once over… “By the Vala,” she ordered the crowd that had gathered, “Would you all give the lass some room to breath…”

“Rorina!  Rorina!”  She called, “I need you, if you please… can you tell Sceohund, tell him I need a pot of steaming water, filled with Comfrey, Garlic, Marjoram, Nettle., and this….”  She pleaded as she rummaged though her sack and handed her off some ground herbs.  “As quick as you can, my dear…”

And Fëawen waited, for someone to bring her healing brew, until then all the wee healer could do is make the poor rider more comfortable, as she worried that the girls’ condition was getting worse…  And she wrapped her cloak into little pillow and placed it beneath Kakaro’s head… and looked to the crowd, for one of them to offer theirs as a blanket…

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Aryante, hearing some commotion and the name Kakaro, sprints over. Seeing her friend, lying on the ground, she places a hand over her mouth. "By the powers that be," she says softly, in shock.

((Gahness, I was so excited that I forgot to look at her post before!  Sorry, Kakaro! I still wubs you, I swear! ))

She waited near the bar, antsy, and furtively looked back and forth between the door that Sceohund had disappeared through, and the place where Kakaro lay on the ground. “Hurry!” she called, even as Sceohund reappeared, steaming pot in hand. “She’s lucky I keep a pot of water on for the tea that’s been in high demand as of late,” he said as he scurried over to pass off the water.

Rorina nodded breathlessly, took the steaming mixture from him, and rushed back across the pub, pushing onlookers out of her way, to reach where Feawen was kneeling. She handed her the water and also supplied her cloak to be used she saw fit.
She did not know what else she could do, and so she stood back slightly to give the healer room to work.

Fëawen continued to examine her fallen comrade, and revealed where Karako’s injury was received… it was a wound, not entirely serious, but if gone untreated it would do her more serious injury…  And the little healer sighed with relief that the weapon, whatever it was, had not punctured her lung, for if that had been the case, there would have been no way to save her…

“Take the towel,” Fëawen instructed Rorina, “Let her breathe in the steam from the cloth… that with the herbs will help her breathing…”

And Fëawen cleaned and bandaged the wound, nimbly, with the water, which Rorina had fetched for her, before all who had gathered around her could see…as there was no time to find a place to work on the poor girl privately…

“Karako?”  Fëawen questioned, “My Dear, can you hear me…”

Fëawen turned to the crowed, and addressed them, “I would suggest that someone see that Karako is safely brought home, her being in such an unconscious condition, and carefully placed into bed… I would do it, but I am far to weak and weary to do so myself…”

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"She cried ’Dunlendings’ before collapsing... Perhaps it’s an old wound? That or some unwelcome visitor has arrived." Winky watched carefully as Fëawen dressed the wound, hoping Kakaro’s condition would improve.  "Good thing you came - a few more hours and she would have been beyond aid."

Too distracted to greet those who have entered, Thalio sees that Kakaro is well taken care of.  Noticing Thali leave out of the corner of her eye, she follows her sister to the stables.  Finding her in Bart’s stall, she steps in and hugs Thali wordlessly.  Drawing back, she says, "Everything will be all right.  Feawen is inside, and she is an accomplished healer.  Besides, I heard her say the wound is not too serious.  Should we go back in and see what arrangements are being made?"

“Thank you, Winky… I do appreciate the sentiment…  “ Fëawen replied, as she continued to attempt to revive the wounded Kakaro…  “I had never thought that a Cavalry Healer would have been so needed in a Tavern...   well, at least not from an injury from battle… I had this these things on hand simply if I should ever have to come across a fatal dart accident…” and she smiled at the Riders playing darts, with a friendly wink….  “Or our knife juggling patron Vala…”

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 "Oh. So do I" Darkwarrior said looking around for somebody to answer his question. "Nither would I think that expecily here." Darkwarrior agreed and added "There will not be any dart accidents by me. I wounder what our king will do? Most likely will send a few partrols out to flush out and kill whoever did it." Darkwarrior answered his own question. I hope that it will not be anything big." Darkwarrior looked around for somebody to answer his first question.

*Seeing that Kakaro is being well taken care of, Rædfah steps back so as not to be in the way. Turning to Winky*  When she is well enough to be safely moved. Would ye be so kind as to assist us in helping ’er home?

Raising his mug to Aryante, Winky applauded the Rohirrim on her accomplishment.  "Congratulations on a job well done!   Fantastic work - I’m sure you’ll serve the Riddermark well in the future," he said to Aryante, before hearing Rædfah behind him.  "Help Kakaro out!  Sure - where would you recommend carrying her too?"

With a nod of thanks to her Marshal, and a heavy sigh, wee Fëa held her hands out to Rorina… “Give me a hand up, if you please, my dear… my knees are a wee bit stiff from kneeling on the hard floor…  Thank you very much…”

“Congratulations,” she called to Aryante, “I know you will serve the Westmark well!  And if when you finish with your Bilewitdox… there is a bucket around the corner…”

And the wee healer crossed the floor, back to her table by the hearth to sip upon her cup of tea…

Rorina held her hands out, and helped her friend off of the floor. "Good work, dear. She’s going to be fine." She walked with Fea back over to their seats, and watched as Fea pulled a face after taking a sip of her tea. "Here, give me that. I’ll get you a new one- I need to get a new drink myself anyways," she insisted, taking the teacup from Fea’s hands and walking across the tavern.
Ror paused long enough to congratulate Aryante on her graduation, and quickly moved on wishing to get away from the awful smell of that Bilewitdox. I’m glad I graduated long before that tradition started, she thought to herself with a shake of her head. She ordered a new cup of tea for Feawen, and a Hwitsceo for herself from Folcawyn. She returned to the table with the drinks, handing the tea off to Fea. "Here you are, my friend. Now, just relax. You’ve done more than enough work for today, what with the happenings here on top of a normal day’s work."

*Oromë crossed the pub to the bar and spoke with Sceohund for a moment or two. The server produced two cups and handed them to the Rider. As Fëabryne sat scowling at her cup, a new one appeared before her. Looking up she smiled to see the Vala standing across her table.*

Figured I’d save you the trip *He said with agrin*

Fëawen looked up from her book, and saw two not only two friends, but two steaming hot cups of tea sitting before her…  and she beamed at Rorina and Lord Oromë delightful that she would still have time for a cup of hot tea and some polite conversation this evening…

“Well there is no rest for the healing…” Fëawen said to Rorina with a wink and a smile, and she shifted her seat so her friend could sit closer to the fire… “I thank you for the tea…”

She could hear rumours around her while she was caught in the darkness, but all she could feel was the stabbing pain in her side.
And she felt tired, so incredibly tired, she did not want to feel the pain anymore. She had had it long enough.
And suddenly it became all to clear what her decision was.
She placed her hand from her chest to her side and gave a long sigh and with a satisfied feeling she felt that her heart stopped beating.

Her spirit flew over the crowd, who looked stunned at the empty body because they all had thought that she was stable and smiled lightly to herself, it did not matter right now. She could hear sobbing in the stables and a horse trying to break through and she stopped for a moment, a strong urge to return and get to Bart was strong, but something else was stronger, something was dragging her away from the world.
With still a heartache she conitued her journey to Eru knows where.
She’ flew’ over the sea, and then she saw it in all his beauty, Valinor. The place of the Firstborn and the Valar. And finally she reached the end of her journey.

The Halls of Mandos were huge, larger then she had ever expected and a lot more crowded. With a jaw dropped she walked through the Halls, not fully aware of where she was untill she walked up against a tall, blond man. He turned around and looked at his smaller counterpart with dark hair.
He smiled and said. "It’s not yet your time my young counterpart."
"What?"
"It’s not yet your time, you have things to do before you are allowed to walk in these Halls." I nodded silently, part of me happy that I wasn’t allowed here. "Go now."
"Who are you? Do I know you?"
"In a way you know me, I am the first of the family. But let’s discuss that anothor time, go now." I nodded again and turned around.

The first thing I remembered was the shapr ache in my side and my eyes sprung open by the feeling of it. Pain. In my short journey I hadn’t known pain. With a ragged breath and blurry sight I managed to say hoarsley;
"I’m back... Where’s Bart?"

 A few of us perhaps should carry ’er home. Or to one of  ’er friend’s homes. I think she should nae be left alone this evening. *As Rædfah turns to help lift Kakaro, she stirs..."I’m back... Where’s Bart" Rædfah steps back.* A good sign indeed it is. * He says with a smile on his face*

You died? *Thali’s eyes grew wide.* Kakaro, will anything stop you? No, I guess. But that can only be a good thing. But where to go? I can’t recall anywhere near, to be honest.

Aelfric watches his sister with concern. "Good sister is there a not a time when you are not a healer? I know that is your calling and that they need your skills but even know you need rest. Even the pub is fraught with dangers.  Will the one called Kakaro fare well?""

He paused while sipping his mead. "Training goes well and I look forward to the day that I earn my spurs. I yearn for the day that I may take spear and sword into battle and defend Rohan."

(OOC: Sorry for the late response. . .RL got in the way.
Kakaro~ As Mistress of the Phoo *g* I think it would be best if we kept it out of cav related stuff. . .afterall, Phoo is a strictly OOME thing. Thanks.)

 Arden thanked the Third Marshal, saying that she would leave upon the closing for the night to set up a room for Squadron A to meet in. She sat thinking and sipping ale for a minutes, wondering if they would just meet, or practise some drills as well. Suddenly, a fellow Rider became quite ill.

Shocked, the problem was fixed before the Aethelwigend even stumbled over to help, or at least see what was going on. Feawen was certainly quick witted, and she worked well under pressure. Watching the miracles of medicine take place, Arden got up to get Kakaro an ale, for she was soon healed. (If it would be allowed by the Healer.) She also picked one up for Fea.

Coming back with Kakaro’s drink, Arden spoke to the Meduseld Sperewigend. Ardie wanted to show the lass how grateful they all were that she lived, though not being all to familiar with her, Arden gave her a pat on the back, and a meanningful look, expressing relief. 

 "Do ya need anythink? I’d ask if y’er ok, but I know from me own experience that when ’un is just experienced somethink heavy, the last thing they want is to be bartered with questions. . .I got an ale ’ere for ya, I dunno if it’s alright for you to drink it tho’. "

Arden paused, reflecting on Kakaro’s words.

"I ’ave a place ’ere in Meduseld not to far where you can bunk, not the nicest place as we’re still workin’ on it, but the beds not bad, and nor’s the food if I could say so meself. . .tho’ should ye prefer to kip in yer own bed, ’twouldn’t be a problem for me to give ye a ride back, I brought a wagon with me today. . .padded down with straw it’d be okay to sit in methinks. I gots to be getting back soon anywho, and wouldn’t be too far outta me way. Tell me you think, ok dear?"

Arden turned to Fea, and smiled. Ard handed her the ale, at a bit of a loss for words. She was marvelled at the miracles her friend performed. . .Arden’s mouth gaped, and she mouthed meaningless sounds, finally settling for "Wow. " She gave her friend a hug. "Wot would we do without ye, eh?"