Catskills Retirement Home

I’m working on dusting off the place, so we’ll have to see how this goes.  I’m also adjusting to the new version of WordPress.  So please ignore the odd “A” characters all over the place until I can get rid of them.

I’ll be posting the next section of Anne’s story shortly as well.  I had a goodly bit written up, so I may just run with that until I can get my brain back to the right place for more.

Yes, this is a hell of a long time in coming.  I am constantly amazed by how much time I used to sink into Ultima all those years ago.  While I still game today, it’s never with the same intensity or drive.  I guess that’s normal given life’s demands, but I must say I do miss that freedom sometimes too.  *chuckles*

In any case, I finally found the impetus to get Anne’s next chapter put together.  It’s not quite as exciting as I remember her final days as Chief, but of course, it’s different when you’re in the game.  Not all of it translates so well to the written word though.  So here we go, and I hope to move on to Anne’s new role with the Black Rose Society soon!

By April of 2002, Anne would only be Chief of the 251st for a few more weeks.  Thomas Flint was still Sergeant, and he and Anne spent most of their time working with the recruits.  A few changes had to be made to the division during that time too.  Enough soldiers were being promoted or had taken extended leaves that there weren’t enough bodies to field the three fireteams anymore.  After consulting with Command, they decided to dissolve the fireteams entirely and put all of the recruits back under one structure.

Anne Savant: Are you alright?

Anmoch Coisich: I am understandably very angry.

Anne Savant: *nods*

Anmoch Coisich: This was no trial for justice.

Anne Savant: It was vengeance on us for many things.
Anne Savant: *frowns slightly*

Anmoch Coisich: It was a manipulation, and a shot for revenge.
Anmoch Coisich: When I first joined the Black ROse Society…..
Anmoch Coisich: I was told that the Roses never leave anyone behind….
Anmoch Coisich: ….that we always bring ours home from battle.

Yes, it’s been forever since my last post.  Life has highjacked me yet again.  I am, however, working on the next part of Anne’s life.  Hopefully I will have it ready to roll sometime this week.  🙂

So Anne was recovering from her burns with help from Tay Trefenwyd, but her swordarm would still iffy at best for a while.  She was on her feet though, which was useful as the contract with Winterfell was about to kick into high gear.

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Anne’s burns healed rather quickly thanks to the skills of Tay Trefenwyd.  He used a combination of magic and conventional healing to patch up many of the worst injuries the Roses sustained (Anne was fortunate enough to avoid Ralben’s attentions :P).  Even with his help, however, it would take a while for Anne to regain full use of her swordarm.  She was on her feet though, which was useful as the contract with Winterfell was about to kick into high gear.

If you couldn’t tell, the site’s been moved.  Please bear with me as I get a few links and whatnot back in order!  I do have the next post for Anne on the way, but I have some cleanup to finish first.

EDIT (4/27) – I’ve managed to fix all of the links to about halfway through Elyriel’s life, working backward.  It’s slow going, though.  This is what I get for babbling on so long!  😉

Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*

Pip Lighttongue: Hello!

Anne Savant: *looks up*
Anne Savant: *nods to Pip*
Anne Savant: *hic*
Anne Savant: *hic*

Pip Lighttongue: How go things around here?

Anne Savant: *nurses a mug of whiskey*
Anne Savant: *shrugs*
Anne Savant: Quiet tonight, really.

Pip Lighttongue: oh

Anne Savant: *hic*

Three-Toed Pete: *Coughs loudly*
Three-Toed Pete: Yarg!
Three-Toed Pete: Avast! Scurvy dogs and lubbers of Britannia,
Three-Toed Pete: we’ve dropped anchor ere
Three-Toed Pete: to witness tha walkin’ o’ th’ plank by the Scurvy dog Matthew DeLios
Three-Toed Pete: and his saucy wench Melanie McBain.
Three-Toed Pete: *winks at Melanie*
Three-Toed Pete: Yarg!
Three-Toed Pete: *picks his ale off the deck and takes a hearty swig of it*
Three-Toed Pete: *hic*
Three-Toed Pete: Tha walkin’ o’ th’ plank
Three-Toed Pete: ‘as always been important ta any society,
Three-Toed Pete: *hic*
Three-Toed Pete: even in tha most ancient times of Sosaria,
Three-Toed Pete: and has remained sacred ta this day.
Three-Toed Pete: *grins*
Three-Toed Pete: When tha first lubber wus created,
Three-Toed Pete: God decided tha’ man would get bored by ‘imself
Three-Toed Pete: *winks*
Three-Toed Pete: God spoke an’ ‘e said,
Three-Toed Pete: “It’s not good fer uh man to be alone,
Three-Toed Pete: I shall make ye a wench.” Er somthin’ like dat.
Three-Toed Pete: *grins and takes another swig of ale*
Three-Toed Pete: Yarg!
Three-Toed Pete: Women were made ta take their place next to man,
Three-Toed Pete: ta wash ‘is house an’ cook his food…
Three-Toed Pete: *grins*
Three-Toed Pete: to share a place wit man fer all eternity.
Three-Toed Pete: *puts on a very fake posh accent*
Three-Toed Pete: The Sages of old have wrote
Three-Toed Pete: ‘ow God came ta his decision
Three-Toed Pete: an’ said…
Three-Toed Pete: *takes a swig of ale and reads from a scroll*
Three-Toed Pete: Woman should’nah be created
Three-Toed Pete: from uh bone of uh man’s skull,
Three-Toed Pete: so that she might ‘ave rule over him.
Three-Toed Pete: Dat sounds about right…
Three-Toed Pete: But woman should’nah been created
Three-Toed Pete: from a bone of man’s foot,
Three-Toed Pete: so that he might not have rule over her.
Three-Toed Pete: *blinks at the scroll some*
Three-Toed Pete: Dis serious?
Three-Toed Pete: *takes a swig of his ale and hurls  the empty bottle at the crowd*
Three-Toed Pete: Woman wus created from uh bone taken from the rib of man,
Three-Toed Pete: so that man an’ woman would live side by side,
Three-Toed Pete: together as one, for all eternity.
Three-Toed Pete: Arrr!
Three-Toed Pete: Sharing love,
Three-Toed Pete: *grins wide*
Three-Toed Pete: commitment, knowledge and caring for each other.
Three-Toed Pete: Dey obviously means tha’ wench cares fer tha’ man
Three-Toed Pete: *winks*
Three-Toed Pete: This ancient thingy of marriage encourages lubber and wench
Three-Toed Pete: ta love and be lovin’,
Three-Toed Pete: throughout the lifetime of their bond t’ each other
Three-Toed Pete: an’ show their compashun fer each other
Three-Toed Pete: an’ share their daily lives.
Three-Toed Pete: *picks up another ale from the deck and takes a hefty swig of ale*
Three-Toed Pete: *slowly turns eyes to Shadow*
Three-Toed Pete: ‘ey, repeat wut I say will y’?
Three-Toed Pete: *clears throaght then puts on another posh accent, reading from a scroll*