In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 48):

He smiles.

"Physical features...I was a tall and skinny kid."

He is nearly 8 ft tall...
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Oh, I wondered if it was something else.No Matter.

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 50):

"That, my dear lady, is something you should judge for yourself. We can discuss that later if you like..." he offers with a smile.

Thanks, but not looking just now. Had enough o' men for a while.

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 52):

"Right. We can keep the relationship strictly sexual if you prefer."

He stays back and remains non-threatening, however.

"I'm sorry that a man tried to mistreat you Blythe. I can understand why as I would not mind sharing my furs with you."

Creidne says with a slight smile. She looks over Blythe. She then turns towards Kiley. The other woman nods and they look away.

"I have a long journey ahead and I do not intend for it to be lonely. I have seen signs that I must travel far and fight a battle."

She turns a bit pink.
So? How far? I need to earn some coin, so I can eat better. And an ale is nice on ocassion.

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 55):

At the sound of coin, Troels is interested.

"How much are you willing to pay, and for what?"

The dwarf follows the group, listening but does not deign to immediately speak or introduce himself, as he seems to fidget while walking along the path. He is obviously listening, his eyes wandering from the speakers to focus on their hands, as waddles along.

"So?...You seem willing to share furs with me."

Creidne says noticing the blushing. Her smile grows.

"You are already blushing like a maiden at Beltane. Don't worry to much as I have yet to be with a woman myself."

She then looks slowly away from Blythe.

"I do not know yet how far I am going. I had a dream of war and bloodshed. When I awoke I saw the birds of the Morrighan flying in this direction. I believe they mean for me to head south into the lands of the Christians to wage war there. As far as coins go I do have my coin purse but even as fat as it is it will not get us there. I am going to look to see if I can find employment along the way and gather myself an army worthy of the name."

Creidne looks at her ax.

"We have the start of a warband here. Would you throw your lot in with me."

In reply to Creidne (msg # 58):

Having been pretty much ignored thus far, Troels ignores the question. Warbands were dangerous business with experienced leaders, and these were little more than rich kids out to play. He was not really interested unless there was coin up front, and she has already put that idea to rest...

A very small start but I have nothing else to choose. I'll go with ye and we'll see how things play.

She ponders a bit, I suppose we need to acquire some coin by other means then?

Creidne walks behind Blythe. Intimately close to the other woman. She leans in and kisses the back of the other woman's neck and then whispers.

"You should have played a little harder to get and teased me some. Shamus had all sorts of tricks to keep a woman's attention. "

She then looks over at Troels and the Hessum.

"The two of you seem quiet. I know that I am not offering pay as of yet. I am trying to find some good warriors. Gold while it may be valuable will not get me good warriors. However good warriors will get me gold. Right now I am able to pay for a handful of mercenaries, I would much rather spend that money on other things."

I may not be so easy as you assume, I prefer men, real men, not hoping to be a man sorts. But I am in no rush and no need of a frolic in the furs. She replies somewhat softly.

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 63):

"I am between jobs as well, but I have seen rich types expend mercenaries you like water, and have no interest in such a relationship. If you have good ideas, happy to work with you, but I am no servant either. That needs to be accepted."

I am no servant, wouldn't expct you to be one.

Hessum perks up slightly, looking from Troels to Creidne, as they continue to walk along: "How much you pay?"

His tone and cadence lilts oddly, putting emphasis on every other syllable.

"Blythe, I do think that we have similar tastes in men. I want you because I know you and yet we are not friends...yet. If we don't enjoy each other we can go back to the men we both desire. If we enjoy each other then we can find men that we both enjoy together. "

Creidne slips her arms around Blythe. The other woman could pull away easy if she so desired.

She then looks at Troels.

"I have been leading men into battle for the past five summers. My Father is a known leader of men and he has taught me well. The first bands that I lead were I will admit guided by his trusted men. I have lost people in battle including a lover. Their lives were not spent on some fools errand but lost in combat with an enemy. Those enemies are now either dead or serving my father.

She looks over at the Dwarf.

"Now Dwarf, the question is how much is your sword arm, loyalty and Honor worth to you? I am willing to pay reasonable sums to those who join me."

Blythe turns out of Creidne's arm  We do seem to have some things in common, so let us see where it goes.

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 68):

"Many words, but we shall see."
His reply was brief, but polite.

True, and no good reason to camp here, we have half the day to move and find a new camp away from the rushing waters.

She takes the hasty mess she threw on th horse off of it and folds and rolls her gear corrctly for a day of travel.
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In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 70):

Having actually packed properly, Troels simply check his water supply and waters his horse, allowing it to then graze a little.

Being rather skilled at storing cargo. Kiley already has her and Creidne's things stored.

"So where are we going Blythe? I mean other than Creidne into your furs?"

She asks Blythe. it's obvious that she's joking about Blythe and Creidne.

"Your woman may get dreams but they haven't told us where she needs to go."

And I thought she was going to  lead... Let's go west by South to the place they say the wall is.