In reply to Ruairidh McEntyre-Farrell (msg # 48):

Travis made a concerned look, then semi mumbled, "raid happy trouble" towards his food. A thought occured to him and he begun to gently rake the fingers of one of his hands into the ground by his feet.

"Anyone wanna farm?"

She nodded slightly. "Always watchin'.  Always listenin'."  She took another bite and chewed thoughtfully, throwing a glance around as the camp began to wake.  Others were dragging themselves out of a drunken stupor and most looked like they were in pain.  "How long we hanging 'round?  Festivities planned for today?  Competitions?"
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"I'm sure there's still going to be games happening but I'd like to stick around a little and see what we can learn from more sober minds.  I think Ciniod wanted to see some of us anyway."

"See us for what reason?  Want us to do tricks or some such?"  She smiled at the thought of Travis juggling or Fachtna standing on his head.  "Ain't wanting to farm.  Want to get back to raidin'.  One of the ATVs 's slipping a gear and need fixin'.  Need parts bad."

In reply to Maeryn Farrell (msg # 52):

Travis gave  Maeryn a funny look, whatever she was thinking... he probably wouldn't want to be doing. "too much raiding, urge is understandable."

he brought another mouthing of food up, and began to eat it.
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"Actually, I believe a raid is exactly what he had in mind.  Can't say I'm too keen but I guess we'll never know what kind of leader he is if he doesn't ever lead."

Erbin finished his coffee but skipped the rest of breakfast, "Hopefully his ability to lead is  better than his personality seemed yesterday."

"Well, I guess we should go hunt this damn fool down and see what's happening."

OOC: Who is planning on finding Ciniod and who has other plans?

In reply to Ruairidh McEntyre-Farrell (msg # 56):

with a frown, Travis goes to rinse and return his plate.

He offers to take anyone else's who seem to be done.

After finishing this task, he would return to the group promptly.

Maeryn finished her plate and coffee and dumped the dirty dishes into Travis' hands as he passed, more than willing to let someone... anyone... clean up for her.  She dusted crumbs from her shirt as she stood up, giving Ruairidh a nod.  "I'm game.  Anybody else?"  She looked to the other men.


OOC:  Maeryn will go with Ruairidh to find Ciniod.

Putting his cup away, "Sure, I'll tag along."

Marching through the encampment you begin to see signs of life as others have woken.  Many seem extremely hurt...far too much drink one would assume.  Still, livestock need attending and fields need working.  Many, in fact, seemed right at home with attempting to negotiate hung over.  After making several inquiries as to Ciniod's location, you end up at a large home towards the outskirts of the encampment.  Seated around a small fire, mowing down eggs at an alarming pace, sit the same faces the day before laughed along with Ciniod's lack of tact...his goons, apparently, never traveled too far.  Without offering a seat they inform you that Ciniod would be out presently and to simply wait.

In reply to Heart of the Mountain (msg # 60):

Travis had somehow slipped back in with the group before they had arrived at Ciniod's goons. Likely he had time to rinse the dishes and catch up because of the time it took the group to navigate through the disoriented, hung over, clan to find Ciniod's location.

When the goons explained that the new Bren'in was out, Travis unobtrusively slipped out and began to glance around to see of any signs of recent passage from the location. his knowledge of animals and tracking would allow him some ability to differentiate between animal tracks and human tracks as well as allow him to spot tracks in general.
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OOC: The area is nothing but tracks, scraps, and other marks.  While it was near the outer edge of the encampment it was still a rather heavily trafficked area.

Maeryn leaned against one of the trees, pulling out her pocket knife to whittle away at a stick she plucked from the ground.  She eyed the goons for a moment, glanced to the others, and then started scraping at her stick.

Fenella stirred on the ground. She made an effort to recall just what happened prior to her passing out, but soon gave up. Her mentor had to come here to see the new bren'in, and she came along, of course, but after that... She was not the one to socialise much, but clearly something had gone wrong. Only one thing was clear and it was that she had not abstained from wine. Beyond that, it seemed pointless to probe now.

Silently the young woman rose and started to brush herself off. At least she still had her garbs. Next she would need to acquire coffee and try to track down her elder... probably in that order, if her headache was anything to go by.

Time passed, as it does, and eventually Ciniod makes his appearance.  Clumsily he opens the door, smacking it into the side of the dwelling.  Shielding his eyes against the sun, he spies the campfire and stumbles awkwardly towards it.

"Good lord that stuff is gonna be the death of me.  Now who the hell do I gotta kick to get some damn coffee and breakfast around he?", he barks towards the assembled.  Instantly, the small group springs to life as they hastily pile eggs onto a plate while passing him a large mason jar of coffee.

Seating himself on a small piece of log, he begins chewing away at his eggs.  Devouring half the plate in a matter of seconds, he swallows a huge mouthful of coffee before turning to the group.  "Well, good to see you can get yourselves motivated.  Let me finish up here and I'll meet you at the barn.  I got big plans today and we're gonna need some numbers."

In reply to Ciniod O'Farrell (msg # 65):

Rather then return back inside at the sound of the Ciniod's emergence, Travis instead decides to just lean against the domicile's outer wall from the outside... once more unobtrusively of course... and in a spot where he could hear what was going on inside wich wasn't hard considering most of these buildings were no better then cobbled shacks.

"Barn," she repeated to her group unnecessarily.  Tapping the curls of wood from her shirt, she pushed off the tree and tilted her head in the direction of the barn.  With another glance at Ciniod and his lackeys, she struck off in that direction.

Erbin followed Maeryn as they headed for the barn. While inconspicuously checking the various blades as he walked. Once out of ear shot of the Brenin and his goons,  "Ruairidh have you ever had any dealins with Ciniod previously?"

"No unfortunately but I'm not liking any so far.  He seems far too brash for such a position.  Let us just pray he's a better tactician than politician."

You find the great hall a much more picturesque sight when it wasn't fool of people.  Aside from the racks of antlers and scores of mounts, there existed countless engravings and other works of art.  Intricate designs laced around the wall in a worn but still visible spectrum of color.  Large symbols, glyphs, and Ogham wards graced every post and visible beam.  It must have truly been a labor of love.  A small group of five others sat in the room closet to the central fire pit.  There were still taking in their breakfast and coffee when you entered and invited you to join them.

Kyla had spent the previous night with the small Donahue contingent. Her parents had come because they had hoped she would be there with her new clan. They had brought baby gifts from her siblings and friends, most of which had made Kyla cry but then, what didn't these days? Her father had presented her with a brand new set of gardening tools which had kept her smiling and sniffling for hours. He had traded with a woodcarver to have good luck symbols carved on the handles and hafts along with the sigils of her old clan and her new. Donal was not a talker but he was deeply thoughtful, much like her Innis had been.

As Kyla ate her breakfast of sweetened porridge without nuts (became her mother didn't think nuts were good for pregnant women), she saw her new clan leave their campment. She hurried to eat but even hurrying, the others were on their way to the barn before she finished. As she struggled wth the big bag of gifts, her father took them from her and said they'd be by later to bring them to her. She kissed him gratefully then made her waddling way to the barn where she stood in the back of her clan grouping.

Glad of a better reception in the barn, Maeryn drew closer to the fire and took a seat to wait for the new Bren'in.  She rubbed her hands together to warm them, still feeling a bit chilled from the night.  Tucking them into her coat, she pulled it tightly about her and made herself comfortable while they waited.  "Could use a hall like this back in our neck of the woods, eh?" She gave the others of her clan a glance.

"Maybe one a little smaller, ya could fit the whole clan in here with room for most tha livestock to boost." Erbin worked his way around the barn looking at various carvings.