HeathfieldCastle

This is a fictional online (AOL) Role Playing game using chat rooms and a Message Board (text, no graphics). Heathfield is not a guild and therefore we do not recruit as our rooms are open to all adhering to the rules set forth. Heathfield is a writer's group. The players do not use dice on the norm (see Rules for more information.) The characters and businesses associated are all fictional, not real.

This webpage is considered our Roster of citizens/members, not just visitor/guest status. Becoming a member is based on participation and fitting in as a player in this environment. An application will be sent to ones who pass this trial period and wish to join as a full member. One can have visitor/guest status if they wish to participate now and then but not commit a character(s) to the setting fully. This can be listed in their profile but only as a guest/visitor to the lands. Same rules apply in conduct or the privilege will be taken away. Those that are members should have Heathfield in their profile, along with the two links (webpage and message board) and particular area such as Ballicastle, Innis Danigneach, Kildare and/or Tyremoor.

Heathfield and Castles involved are based more in production -- businesses, ranches, farmlands, merchants, ships. There are guards that patrol the castles which have two fortress walls, inner (castle) and outer (commons). There are also armies and naval fleets to be used as needed.

Some of the photos used are from McHugh Graphics such as the Ashford Castle above.

Barrett Family History

INTRODUCTION

As you're walking along a shoreline path taking you along the ocean's edge, you notice that the sun has gone behind the clouds giving you a few moments of relief from the heat. You continue onward down this path that gradually climbs steeper before you finally look up again noticing that it was not the clouds that blocked the sun but a massive cliff. As your attention is drawn up the cliff you soon note a formidable Castle stretching high into the sky. Towers emerge from a few low lying clouds then seemingly melt away into another dense ivory mass.. just hinting at the Castle's impressive height. Your observation of the Castle is suddenly broken as a group of Knights, adorning gold polished plate mail armor, pass by you on horseback. Their royal purple cloaks billowing slightly behind them in the wind. You catch sight of the intricate Golden Dragon emblem, one curled around a white cross that has thistle entwined, woven into the material that they all bear on the backs of their cloaks. Their travels almost coming to an end as they pass over a lowered bridge, the sounds of hooves notably changing before they pass through a raised portcullis showing the ocean side entrance that is carved right into the cliffs themselves. Catching your interest, you begin to move onward following in their wake. Your steps touching down upon the wooden drawbridge before changing to granite as you now pass through this secondary entrance you saw the Knights ride through.

As you continue onward you notice that you are gradually ascending up a wide spiraling hall, with odd tiny holes in the ceiling and parts of the rather smooth walls sticking out about a foot or so. You smile as you pass over the noticeable scrapes along the floor realizing what those protruding walls were. The warmth of the sun's rays gently touch upon your face again as you emerge from the hall and onto a clearing that looks like a vast marketplace. Villagers and peddlers roam about adding to the bustle of the small make-shift shops. Houses of the villagers can be seen down the winding streets along with a few taverns. Just casting your gaze over the marketplace would not reveal all of which resides within the Castle's unconventional walls of solid stone. Beyond the marketplace the High Spiraled Keep visibly rises upwards from the granite rock with no apparent foundation. Edging closer to the Gatekeep you observe that not only is it a formidable structure but a work of art as well. Vines, roses, and depicted scenes of the Castle's history find themselves worked masterfully into the stone. Stone Gargoyles perched along the Spires of the Castle scan the Castle's surroundings vigilantly.

Guards keep a watchful eye on you as you pass through the fortified Gatekeep into a lush beautifully kept courtyard, resembling more of a garden then what it should be. A lone gardener, once an Arch Druid, meticulously keeps the varying array of flowers.. trees, and shrubs of all kinds. Off to both sides of the garden are two statues.. the first one to catch your eye is of a beautifully sculpted lady, her eyes bringing a warmth to your heart as she looks across the garden to the other statue of a Knight on horse back.. his visage of intenseness and his eyes bearing an equal warmth for the statue of the lady. Birds flutter about singing joyfully as you climb the semi-circular steps to the Grand Entrance of the castle itself, the huge oaken doors left wide open for visitors. Making your way in you stop immediately to stare at the grandeur of the Great Hall. Skillfully woven tapestries line the walls... Royal Members of the Court banners hang with pride from the rafters.

100 Swords of Heathfield

Andrew along with Rhett Shawnesey forged one hundred swords of special alloys with Andrew empowering them through his abilities. Craftsmanship was of the finest, extraordinary with Andrew to wear the Master Sword which held power over the others. In knighting or ritual of setting a sword to the hand of another he would speak on these abilities.

Know that this sword is made of alloys here and of other planes. Certain ones picked out by me. It can split through solid rock and not dull the blade. It is more geared for the astral planes and evil in particular wherever it roams, no matter in what form. You will learn the song this sword will hold for you alone. You will learn the powers that it holds, how it will speak to you and warn. None other can pick it up or suffer the burning of their hand or shock, so wear it always to avoid mishap. Another can hold it only by your permission. If dropped and a distance away, it will come to your hand if called. Know that only one thing can destroy this sword and that is if it is used for selfish or evil purposes. The blade will shatter and disintegrate. If you leave the lands for good.. the sword is still yours but these other special properties are drawn back into the Master Sword, which holds power over all the swords. This puts you in service to the Crown of Heathfield and her sister castles.

Story of the Grugrach

The Grugrach is a very magical Fae, more so than others. Unlike the Elves whom were beautiful to look upon, they were the other side of the coin. Ugly. Yet even with hairy bodies, bowed legged, and much like a monkey with a wolf's face, their eyes showed what they truly were. The eyes of the Grugrach are captivating in a warm wisdom filled gaze. One young mature male had wandered the boundaries of the deep forest where they hide from human kind. In his wanderings he came upon a beautiful maiden out picking the wild flowers of the fields. He was captivated by her beauty and the graceful way she moved. Her voice like the song birds as she collected the flowers for a castle not far from the field. The Grugrach male was warned by his kin to stay within the boundaries but he didn't listen. Each day the maiden would come to field to collect her flowers and each day the Grugrach would watch her. His heart slowly swelled with the love he held for her. A love the young maiden would never know about. That was how he felt at first but the young male become daring, having the magical ability to transform. The next day the young maiden came to the field but this day her laughter and song were missing. This day she came upon a sight that took her breath away for there emerging from the forest was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon. Still, it was not just his looks but the way he moved and his eyes that captured hers as he approached. The chemistry was there, the love that would not be denied by time or breed.

Each day they met there each morning. He found out that her song had ceased that day for her father was starting to look for a husband for her of noble standing. He was the king of the castle. She was the youngest and the last to be married off. Many were the handsome men that came to win her hand and each she had turned away. Finally her father stated that all the suitors would come to court and she to pick one. He had enough of her games and it was time for her to choose. That night all the men, twenty-five in all came to stand before the King and his daughter in the hopes of being chosen. Amongst them was the Grugrach male. None had noticed at first in the group of men until they were asked to line up. There were gasps from the others that had come to watch the event when one stood out amongst the rest. There amongst the finery and handsome suitors, stood the Grugrach male in his natural form. Naked, covered with hair that nothing was visible that should not be. Some of the women screamed. Guards were called as the other men backed away from him leaving him standing in the middle of the room.

The Grugrach didn't run, nor did he move from that spot but stood proud in spite of the ruckus going on around him. His eyes were upon the young maiden solely. As the guards came to descend upon the beast as they saw him, the maiden called out for them to stop for she had seen his eyes. She rushed to his side and declared he was the one and only one she would married. Her father was not pleased but a promise was a promise and she had made her choice. The Grugrach knew then that she truly loved him as he did her. He would keep the illusion form of human as needed. They bore children over the years. As with most castles and time this original one crumbled to dust. The Royal family lived on in their descendants and build another castle upon the same site. They named this one....Heathfield.

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IC=in character, SN=screen name, OOC=out of character, Mun/player=real person behind the character.

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