four breaks of the stone

[craggyfaced]

[The journals begins by dictating the sound of heavy boot steps crunching over the January snow, as if perhaps this might be one of those random entries.

A few seconds later, however, sounding rather hesitant, is a gruff voice addressing the page.]

Ahem. Since it is evident to me that I will not be returning home immediately, I suppose it it best for me to get some manner of work her in Paradisa - unfortunately the Peace Patrol, worthy effort though it is - does not pay anything. I wondered if anyone could recommend a place that would need help?

Ah. Also, this may be an odd request, but might there be a place where I might be able to acquire alchemical supplies? I don't require much, but I would rather....

[The sound of walking cuts of rather sharply followed by a small sound of surprised]

It would seem the castle has taken to kidnapping animals as well...

[He doesn't sound all that displeased. It's nice to see Blackalock again]

((ooc:So yeah, Durge is in the stables and has discovered his castle gift, i.e. his warhorse. Open in person and via journal!))

Comments

dictated

[secondchances]

Well, what do you like to do?

[craggyfaced]

Hm? [Sorry, still a little distracted by sudden horse] For work, you mean? I don't think it has much to do with what I enjoy, does it?

[secondchances]

Why not? That's what home is for.

[craggyfaced]

I never been anything other than a fighter, my lady. I am not sure what else I could do.

[heloise]

[ Hey, she remembers that voice. ]

Sir Durge of Stonebreak. Must you find an occupation when the castle provides all necessities?

[craggyfaced]

I am not entirely comfortable with having all my desires served up with magic.

[heloise]

So then, you wish to be more independent of the castle?

[craggyfaced]

That is correct.

dictated;

[snacklist]

Alchemical...? You're an alchemist too?!

[The voice sounds like a young kid, excited and ever so slightly tinny.]

[craggyfaced]

[Sorry, Al, this is not the alchemist you're looking for]

I would not really claim such a title. I really only dabble in it.

[snacklist]

I thought I was the only one here.

[Why yes, this young sounding boy is an alchemist.]

[craggyfaced]

I have not exactly advertised my interest until now...

You are an alchemist, yourself? [A slight tone of skepticism]

[optimystic]

Alchemy stuff? Like... newts tails, bats wings, all that stuff?

[craggyfaced]

That sounds more like witchcraft to me.

[optimystic]

Oh...... there's a difference?

[craggyfaced]

Quite. Witchcraft is magic. Alchemy is the study of natural law.

[assassino]

[Ezio's just coming in from a ride, red robes soaking wet from snow and slush. His horse follows on a slack lead, and both of them are happy to be in the relatively drier stables, instead of out in the elements. Ezio hated snow.

He clips his horse's bridle to the cross ties, and smiles at the stranger.]

Imagine if all of the living beings here were kidnapped.

[craggyfaced]

That is a less than encouraging thought...

[Durge nods but doesn't smile, absently petting the nose of the large sooty gray charger that is standing in one of the stable stalls]

[assassino]

[shrug]

Yet it is still out of our control.

Durge

[youfallback]

Animals, Sir Durge?

Carolina

[craggyfaced]

Ah. Yes. It seems it has brought my horse here as well.

Durge

[youfallback]

Xena's horse also seems to have arrived from her home.

dictated

[inafadingcrown]

I was unaware you had such skills, Sir Durge. [So they've only spoken twice. And he likely only realized that it was her once. She has a good memory.]

dictated forever

[craggyfaced]

[He still wasn't sure what became of the young elven girl he escorted around that day, but he does remember Galadriel]

I would not quite call it a skill, my lady.

[inafadingcrown]

What would you call it, then?