Catskills Retirement Home

(Fighting some critters on their way to Winterfell’s keep)

Jerid Wraith: pfft

Jaime Wraith: I had it under control
Jaime Wraith: *whipes sweat*

Jerid Wraith: Suuure ye did.
Jerid Wraith: Geez, Jaime.  Leave the poor deer alone.
Jerid Wraith: We’re gonna be late.

Jaime Wraith: nah

(Jaime picked on an orc mage)

Jerid Wraith: Ye do that again…
Jerid Wraith: and I’ll kill ye myself.

Elyriel Winters: *sighs*
Elyriel Winters: *relaxes some, looking very tired*

Rexom Dartagnon: *listens*

Elyriel Winters: To be honest, sir, I needed to find someone…
Elyriel Winters: who might understand my … dilemma.
Elyriel Winters: *shakes head slightly*

Rexom Dartagnon: Dilemma?

Elyriel Winters: Aye…

Rexom Dartagnon: What dilemma is that?

Elyriel Winters: Unfortunately, John has made his opinion quite clear..

Elyriel Winters: *comes to attention*

St John Wraith: yer Report?

Elyriel Winters: aye, sir.
Elyriel Winters: I made an arrest tonight.
Elyriel Winters: Xavier Trinson.

St John Wraith: Im not familiar with him

Elyriel Winters: He drew his sword on me and threatened me with it…
Elyriel Winters: I knew him from Winterfell.

St John Wraith: *brow furrows*

Elyriel Winters: Though…
Elyriel Winters: well
Elyriel Winters: I’d been told he was killed.
Elyriel Winters: *shrugs some*
Elyriel Winters: He’s in a cell now…

(Sundad showed up, I think Tauros went and tattled about Trinson *laughs*  Despite Elyriel’s protest, Sundad opened the cell with keys that hadn’t yet been collected by the Captain)

Sundad Wen: *evil grin*

Xavier: Hah.
Xavier: Are you the “Justice?”

Sundad Wen: uh uh

Elyriel Winters: He’s under arrest, Mister Wen…

Sundad Wen: *grins again*
Sundad Wen: aye i know

(Elyriel and Tauros were discussing battles from the previous day)

Tauros: I donnae suppose Saamar was thair?

Elyriel Winters: *nods with a grim smile*

You see: Xavier

Tauros: Gah, I ‘ate tha’ one..

Elyriel Winters: He didn’t last long against Wraith’s axe.

Tauros: I been ‘unting ‘im fer a month ‘r so now..

Xavier: You aren’t wanted here.

Tauros: Ta naw luck, seems

Damian Everblade: Dearly Beloved,
Damian Everblade: ‘Tis a challenging world we live in.
Damian Everblade: The trials we must struggle against, day to day,
Damian Everblade: oft weight heavily upon us.  And yet, despite such…
Damian Everblade: …there are also great rewards in life.
Damian Everblade: For some of us, ’tis that chilled mug of ale at the end of a hard day.
Damian Everblade: For others ’tis the extra helping of mutton at the dinner table.
Damian Everblade: Yet there is, mayhap, one reward that doth stand out amongst most others in our…
Damian Everblade: …lives.
Damian Everblade: That reward is having the returned love of someone dear to thee.
Damian Everblade: Thus, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between…
Damian Everblade: …John Wraith and Elyriel Winters.
Damian Everblade: Prithee, if thou woudlst present thy rings to each other as thou…
Damian Everblade: …doth make thy pledges?
Damian Everblade: John Wraith.  Dost thou solemnly pledge thy love to Elyriel,

Once Elyriel settled into life in Trinsic, she had very little desire to go anywhere else.  She obtained her citizenship after the requisite time period, and for a goodly while she was content to live, plan her wedding to Wraith, and defend the city when called upon.  Aside from her carefree days back at Stark, this was the best time of her life.  After a short time, Rexom Dartagnon, still the city’s Justice, proposed setting up a City Guard.  Despite the protests of a few members, the city Council approved.  Xavier Sterling was appointed Provost and Wraith became Captain of the Guard.  They would operate under Rexom’s guidance.  Once they organized, Elyriel decided to sign up.  She spent a fair amount of time defending the city anyway, and all of her training as a soldier lent itself to the job.  If anything, it also offered a steady income that didn’t require her to range across the countryside looking for trouble.

When Elyriel and I decided to finally take up Wraith’s offer to visit Trinsic, neither of us knew what to expect.  Elyriel was simply adrift – having no idea where to find a purpose in her life again.  The guilt over breaking her oath to Winterfell and King William was agonizing, and the sorrow over her failed relationship with Daca wore her self-worth down to almost nothing.  Elyriel had chosen the ride the road aimlessly, occasionally finding pride in being able to help people she came across.  But nothing could replace the sense of direction she had as a squire serving her Kingdom.

Entering the hall, she paused in the doorway and looked over the gathering of citizens, merchants, and soldiers with a smile. Since her first visit, she’d begun to spend most of her time in the city – only making short forays into the greater world when the walls felt too confining.

Elly found herself growing much fonder of the people and their home. Between Wraith and that fondness, no matter where else she went, her thoughts would inevitably drift back to Trinsic and the smiling blue eyes of its mayor. And whenever she was in town, squire and knight spent their evenings just chatting over mulled wine at the Keg and Anchor, enjoying each other’s company and reliving memories of their days in Winterfell. Although Wraith never pressed her about her feelings, there was no mistaking the warm light in his eyes whenever they parted ways in the early hours of the morning.

Elyriel drank in the sights of the city as she strolled through it. She could count her visits to Trinsic on one hand, and the place always fascinated her. Stopping by the bank, she worked her way through a crowd of citizens and merchants to ask the town crier about Wraith. He suggested she start at Paladin’s Isle. Nodding and thanking him, she set out south past the city hall. Her trained senses immediately alerted her to a man who discretely followed her out of the crowd. Casually looking up at the hall as she passed, she glanced back quickly to observe him. Tall, light hair, black hat and cloak… She recognized him from Yew, and her mind began searching for a name. Wen? Ah yes, Sundad Wen.