Poster: Eion Quinn
Post # 1
Eion Aodhán Quinn was
a true example of the old saying about the luck of the Irish. From
the time he was old enough to be aware of life around him he had been
able to get out of scrapes, problems and devilment with very little
effort. His sainted mother used to say it was the angels watching
over him though sometimes he had to wonder if the opposite was true.
His brothers had shared in that luck, from their early days when they
roamed the lands around their village until they grew older and fought
in skirmishes to protect their home.
Poster: Segan Quinn
Post # 2
The Search for Eion
concerned on their father's health and stood many a brooding hour at
the rail of the ship he and his brother Conor took to England. England
was not a place he cared to be but that was where Eion had gone to
work for an English family. Their father disapproval was evident.
Where the English were concern, especially where the Irish were
concern, something would go drastically wrong. It wasn't exactly
known where Lord Bennett's manor was but the biggest city past London
was Colchester which was the only reference. The ship only went as far
as Pevensey, so they would have to travel north up through various
size cities, through London, to reach Colchester. The port was crowded
at Pevensey and it was best they didn't speak overly for their accent.
Vulgarity was as plenty as the drizzle that came down and those
of noble birth trying to shield their ladies from the dregs of
humanity found here. Segan had been up early, before dawn, as they
reached the port, duffel bag at the ready slung over a shoulder before
heading back down to the cabin and in to make sure Conor was
ready. "We've ported. Time to get off this derelict boat."
He would not have been surprised if they had carted slaves on it at
one time. The stench was not something even the sea air could cure.
two rooms for the night which included breakfast in the morning. They
got looks, kind that meant trouble once Segan spoke up to get the
rooms, probably paid more but at this point he didn't care. Quick out
tavern area, where all business was conducted, he headed down the hall
and the two rooms. Giving Conor his key before heading into one of
them. It didn't really matter it wasn't one of their best, all that
matter was the bed at least had a mattress on it. Throwing his duffel
bag into a chair before he lifted the one quilt it had and shook it
out, not wishing any company of the unseen kind. After that he was in
for the night. Unfamiliar noises had him waking up only to fall back
asleep, long as no one burst into his room, he didn't care if a civil
war raged outside. Dreams were unsettling as much as the noises,
shouts that he felt must have mingled in from reality. There were
faceless prisoners being herded, shackles making a clanging noise then
the roar of the sea in one of the worse storms he'd never had seen in
reality. By the time dawn came, the bed looked like it had gone
through a war zone. Sheets and blankets near off and even the mattress
at a slanting angle from the frame. He dragged himself up, splashed
some cold water on his face, still in his clothes he didn't need to
change as he grabbed up his belongings and soon the telltale thuds
came against Conor's door. They would have breakfast here being it was
already paid for.
Poster: Conor Quinn
Post # 3
The Black Kettle Inn
set the pace, Conor rode along without a complaint. The only way to
reach their destination was to ... go! And besides, Segan had always
turned a deaf ear to complaints so Conor kept his sore arse comments
to himself. When at last they reached their destination for
the night, the youngest Quinn brother eased from his mount and shook
first one leg, and then the other, to start the circulation flowing
through his lower extremity. He snatched his bag from the horse's
saddle before the lad ushered the animals away, watching their
departure for just a moment before he started toward the sound of
people. He had never been fond of crowds but, if there was whiskey
available, he would endure anything-anyone-anywhere-anytime. From
the corner of his mouth he spoke to his brother as Conor pulled open
the heavy, wooden door of the establishment. "Sounds like the
party is inside."
wasn't aware of Barton until the man came crashing toward the table.
Still without one shoe, she stood, hands on her hips as if she
would be able to stop the raging bull of a man. "It's not wot
it seems, Barton! I was jist
'aving a drink with
these gents, now don't you be startin' no fight!" She was
furious with the man for interfering with her chance for some coins
and a bit o' fun.
Poster: Segan Quinn
Post # 4
A Change of
Poster: Melantha Quinn
Post # 5
Mel was in
the stables, checking on the three foals and their mothers. Just
seven days old, they were lively and apt to skitter around. She
allowed them to go into the covered training area every day so they
could burn off their excess energy. The mares were doing well also,
and Dr. McKnight had been pleased with their progress. They were in
the new stable, away from the other horses until the foals were a
little older. Though the stable was warmer than the air outside, she
was dressed warmly in an Aran sweater of pale blue, belted with a
wide belt, doeskin pants dyed black and knee high fur lined boots,
laced to keep out the snow.
Poster: Gabriel Vaughn
Post # 6
It was one
of those nights to get out. Having not been to the manor this day or
in a few for that matter for their training and some things to see
to with the tree house, Gabriel sent a note to Melantha that he
would be up to the Thistle late evening. Late meal as well as he sat
at the bar, food having been devoured sating his hunger and now
enjoying a glass of potcheen. A poet's shirt worn under a special tan tunic
for the panels in the back of both, black pants and boots.
"The reason why I asked is because I've talked to Raphael recently as we spruced up the tree house now that the warmer weather is coming. The tree house was built in a certain tree, it was not random. It is a link to a past that is very different than here or the present. A time when huge beasts and birds traveled the earth and an age old war between good and evil. I don't think he has told me all he knows but also possible he is not certain either and he likes to be more certain on what he tells of this place. We also need to speak to Aiden. The time isn't upon us, it wont be too soon." He drew in a breath as he was wandering away from the reason he asked her. "Well, if we have to go back there in battle to save our race in a time before. I have a feeling both you and Mo will want to come and that will not be possible unless you have perceptions that would help to risk such a danger." Which he doubted either of them would shirk knowing there was danger for having become a couple.
Poster: Gabriel Vaughn
Post # 7
Her eyes were intent on his as he spoke and she reached for his hand. "I will do whatever I can, learn whatever I need to know to go with you, Gabriel. I couldn't bear to not go, not know what is happening. " She paused as she allowed the briefest smile to appear. "It's a great responsibility that the three of you must bear."
He took her
hand into his more callous one, thumb stroking gently as he held it.
"That is what I told Raphael," not adding argued being
Raphael wasn't with someone to fully understand and so had to
convince him. "He gave way that if you could help, then it will
be considered but I was to find out. He knows Mo is gifted and is
part but he didn't know if you could be." There really would be
less of a question with Mo going now that she was perfecting the use
of her wings like he had and Raphael had years before them. "If
you can sense danger coming, that would be of use. If you can
communicate with the friendlier species that roam, you might get them
to help us if not join in directly. It may well influence their
environment and safety."
Poster: Conor Quinn
Post # 8
travel was a pleasant one. The deserted road made their going
easier, eastward until Segan edged their direction southeast toward
St. Osyth. The air was chilled, but crisp, fresh and filled the
lungs and the soul with breath, a reverence for being alive. They
stopped once, only briefly, to allow their horses and their bodies a
break but soon enough were once more on their way. Two men, with a
purpose, rarely allowed themselves more than what necessity
demanded. The landscape spread out all around them, a glory of
pastures dotted with sheep or goats, the occasional herd of cattle
or with woods that shot up all around them, thick and deep,
centuries of growth and mystery mingling in the underbrush. Still,
Conor barely noticed the beauty of the land, only their course, set
on reaching this St. Osyth which was their destination and once
there, finding this man who may or may not even be able to help them
locate their missing brother.
Not only the
keep was watching the two men, there were others who watched openly
while some were more subtle about it. The mix of those within
included fishermen who had come ashore ahead of the storm, farmers,
and even an off duty guard or two. There was also the man who worked
odd jobs around the village. Rob Davidson was a big man, with a
deceptively mild expression. He helped the tender on nights when the
crowd was a bit rowdier than usual. It seemed
tonight would be such a night, not unusual when storms swept in from
the sea. He sat at the bar, finishing his meal while he considered
the day. There was a rumor going around that the man in charge of
the prison was going to be replaced. That could bode ill for Eion as
well as the other prisoners. He had paid the monthly stipend but the
Captain had hinted they might have to come up with more. Watching
the two men as they headed for a table, he frowned slightly.
Something familiar ...
it could very well be a trap but what options did they have at
this point? They got out of traps before because they were ready
for them around each corner, in each nook and cranny.
"Pleasant night to you Mr Davidson," mimicking his
brother before taking the time to finish off his ale. Wouldn't do
to rush away right after the man left. Though they had the fact it
was late on their side. Travelers would be weary if they had come
far and they had. "I'll go see about getting us rooms."
Leaving a tip on the table and giving his brother the time to
finish his ale as he headed over to the Tender who was also the
Keep of this Inn. A few words exchanged, the man didn't seem to
pay much mind to Segan's obvious Irish accent even if he had toned
it down. Though he was aware of a group of sailors that took
interest in him, figuring he was by himself until two
keys were passed his way, if they noticed. Harder to waylay a man
not alone which would have made him an easier target. He ignored
them as he turned, the notice discreet to start while he waited on
He understood the look on his brother's face, understood with a rapport. Eye contact made before they were heading for their rooms. Though he didn't even open his door either but continued down the hall to the back stairs. From there he almost took a right before the end of the hall. He had started then pivoted back into the right direction. Almost hit Conor with the duffel back swung over his shoulder for the quick turn around. At the end of that hall he took another turn that brought them to the three doors. It was door number three that was blue which he gave a tap of his knuckles against and waited. Pensive look swung his brother's way as he was ready to fight if needed but wary to fight yet again.
Poster: Conor Quinn
Post # 9
Rescue Plans Made
It took a moment but the door swung open. Rob stood inside with a large hound at his side. He stepped back to allow them entry, then pointed to the floor outside the door. "Guard, Jax." The dog wouldn't let anyone close to the door, even if he knew the person. They'd be bumped back out of the way. Rob closed the door and turned to the two men. The room was large with a fireplace and a peat fire going to ease away the dampness. He had closed the curtains after taking a look outside. "Still raining but we need not worry about snoopers. The inn is on the edge of the cliff and this room overlooks it. Have a sit, gents, pour yourself some whiskey and let's get down to work." He offered both men a grin. "Unless you'll be wanting to check things out for yourselves first, to make sure there's no trickery."
Segan continued on, it was more of a touchdownpushback up sort of
lean that Conor accomplished, following after his brother down the
hall. A quick back step avoided any collisions when direction was
changed and then, soon enough they were at their destination. Conor
slinked around a wall as the canine trotted out to take his post
then looked to Rob, allowing his course to guide him toward that
window. Even as he glanced out it, he spoke. "No need really,
if we can't trust you, our arses are as good as gone now,
true?" His eyes lifted to meet Davidson's. "Been in worse
predicaments before, sure enough will see more in the future."
He turned, hands clamping down behind him on the window sill as he
took up a comfortable lean against that makeshift, narrow seat. An
uplift of chin indicated the night sky behind them on the cliff,
broken by the faint patch of candle glow from their window.
"Bet it's a grand view."
crossed his feet at the ankles, looking to Segan as he accepted the
glass, and allowed the eldest to speak with Davidson.
Conor just offered a fractional shake of head...he had nothing more to add.
"Then you know that the lass he fell for was the cause of all the trouble. None of us knew what she was up to and she was effective at splitting us apart. By the time the four of us that were left learned what had happened, Eion was arrested and the other dead." He shook his head. "We're too well known but I stayed close anyway. Most think because I'm so big, I'm dumb too. Now, the idea I have is risky, but I think it can be pulled off. The man in charge is a drunkard and usually is out by the time the guard changes at night." He paused and leaned forward. "And I know two guards who would be easy enough to waylay." He paused to see if they were interested.
Brows went up with a slight shake of his head. "No, that I didn't know but doesn't surprise me. If he fell for someone.. finally.." words trailing off that needed no more said. "What was he arrested for?" Quieting as he listened for Risky was their middle names. "Keep talking.." he was listening. "I have money if any can be bribed as well." Just throwing that in as a thought to consider.
chuckled then frowned. "Sorry, I thought maybe Bryson told you.
Henry Darrow was married to a lovely lass, named Jane. Golden hair,
blue eyes, the kind of lass that could melt your heart with her
smile. We weren't expecting her to turn her wiles on Eion but she
did. Now, that's not to say Eion didn't have his share of women but
Jane ... " He shook his head. "She also caught the eye of
Lord Bennett. They knew they'd have to separate us for their plan to
work, so first, it was Eion. He was arrested for robbery when his
pistol was found in the room of the man who claimed to be pistol
whipped and robbed by a masked man. Two of us were sent south to
escort Bennett's sister. Myself and the fourth were 'lent' to
another Lord to enforce his borders. Henry was sent off on patrol.
They claimed to be attacked, and he was killed. Jane Darrow is now
Lady Bennett. The four of us split off, took on other jobs and
manage to send money. Now, the two gents I speak of like to gamble.
Easy enough to be attacked in the streets, tied up somewhere after
their clothes are taken. The warden likes the guards to keep their
helms on. Makes
grin started slow, but grew, and remained as he spoke. "Aye,
then, I know two guards that could take on the...responsibility...of
a certain prisoner." He sat up, thwaping Rob's shoulder as he
did. "You big, dumb bast'id."
tell me and me brother what you want us to do and we'll do it."
Obviously Rob had smarts and knew his way in and outs of this
fortress jail. Segan knew when to lead and when to follow.
"When do we go?" He was already ready.
Conor tossed back his final drink and set the glass aside. "Consider me abed then." He started toward the door and then remembered the guard on the other side and pulled his hand away from the door. He was about to let Segan and Rob finish up the final details but...he now had to wait until the way was cleared.
was quick to swipe up his duffel bag he left butted up against the
wall just inside the door. "We'll be gone after the break of
dawn," not too early that no one saw them but early enough to
be on their way and prepared for any obstacles. They were use to
running into obstacles. He stopped at the door as well, a shared
look with his brother before stepping back. Let Rob take care of Jax
first. Both set of eyes turned on Rob in wait.
Poster: Segan Quinn
Post # 10
The Widow's Place
Morning came all too quickly as Segan was up, washed up and ready quickly not having to dress being he was already. He grabbed the duffel bag and headed out to tap on Conor's door. Breakfast was included so he intended to have some coffee along with breaking fast. He was hungry so he hoped Conor was up and waiting for him.
No. Too bad. Infact, the knock on the door had him groaning, rolling, and stuffing his face into the pillow with a low curse. Then realization hit, and he shot up, looking around the room, a bit dizzy from that fast upward motion. He snatched up his pants, hop-stepping his way to the door as he tugged them on. He jerked the door opened. "Coming." He barked to Segan, grabbing for his shirt and pulling it over his head. He stuffed the hem into his waistband and started out of the room. He hadn't brought in his duffel so he wore the same clothes as he had the night before. Well worn to be sure but, with only his brother to keep him company, little did he care. He scratched a knuckle along the stubble on his jaw and grinned to Segan. "I'm hungry."
"I'll be down in the kitchen," called out over a shoulder as he headed where the breakfast was served. Separate part from the actual cooking with long tables than the smaller ones as in the pub area. He already grabbed two mugs of coffee, handing one over to Conor as he came in. A double take as his brother looked like he crawled out from under the bed. "Did you sleep in the bed or under it?" Which had him laughing as soon as the words were out. He probably didn't look much better unless the rumpled look was in. He passed him off a plate before taking up another, requesting the scrambled eggs, pudding, bacon and hash browns as he went down the line. The one in charge of dishing it out would plop it on his plate. Luckily it smelled good even if served like prisoners got. Ah, see, he must have known about such things from his travels. There were a few others already up and eating as he found a spot away from any small groups, especially ones with loud whining children. He didn't say anything, only ate for they were on a time schedule and both knew the plan. He'd not chance anyone overhearing anything they had to discuss so anything to discuss would wait on the way to the Widow's place.
Conor slid his plate to the table and eased into his chair. He started his food to his mouth. "Don't even remember sleeping at all, in or under. Just having to wake up." He narrowed a look to the noisy table of hungry children, then returned his attention to his meal...with determination. Even while he chewed, he nodded to Segan and began to speak. "I'm rather looking forward to Eion owing us one. A big one." Yes. Conor was not only confident they would find their brother, but he was placing his bets on getting them all out of there safe and whole.
"Aye, he'll owe us big," but there was an edged to his voice in the hope they got him out alive to owe them big time. One of the boys at the other table was fairly round, feeding like a pig in a pen so wasn't as noisy as the others other than slurping, chowing down kind. That was until a younger brother aimed a spoonful of porridge that flipped and stuck right to the round one's forehead. The lad of about seven, let out a crying yell that had food falling from his mouth as it gradually hung open and the wail growing in proportion. Segan swore it reached near to his chest and something to that effect said under his breath. That was it for him. "I'm done, time to get going." Words growled as he was up, discarding what was left on his plate to a tray for the dirty dishes. The coffee guzzled down in what remained then set away. Duffel bag swung over his shoulder as he headed for the front desk, manned by the tavern tender, to drop off his key then on out. Lad retrieved their horses that had taken them to the stable when they arrived.
History had a way of repeating itself. Conor Quinn was well aware of this. As they walked to the stable to retrieve their horses, he shot an occasional cautious glance over his shoulder. Muscles drew taut at his neck and upper back. The fact remained they still had a good many hours to wait before they could begin to act to release Eion and get him home. Chomping at the bit, yes, that might be a good way to describe it, because with the way his jaw tensed and released resembled that very thing. No words were shared with his brother. Conor checked his bags, a concealed sweep of hand over certain areas, then he mounted. Leather reins laced between his fingers and he tapped his heels to the horse's middle.
was giving glances to his brother. He had that look about him
that said volumes, had the lad tending their horses hand them
off fast and leave before he could tip a coin his way. Straps
were checked and adjusted as needed. Everything was in order as
he attached the duffel bag behind the saddle before swinging up
into it with the ease of one use to riding. "Soon,"
was the only word spoken as he nudged his heels against the
stallion's sides that started them off to the main road, from
there he headed south keeping an eye on the various places
passed, which were few out this far, until reaching the one
described as the Widow's place. The ocean was still choppy
crashing harder than usual against the shoreline a distance off,
sky was still bleak in debate if it should rain more. Presently
there was only the heavy moisture, salt tinted, air to breathe
in leaving exposed skin dewy.
Rosa took one step within the house, free hand on the door when the unknown man came running. About to bolt but he had stopped and his words as well halting her destination within completely. "Why would you be looking for the Old Widow? Who sent you?" Untrusting as the locals kept from their place for a good reason. One that she was comfortable with being it did. So only strangers would be so bold, unknowing and that usually meant trouble.
Segan gave a brief glance towards the road, not another soul in sight. He'd not wish to be overheard, "Rob Davidson sent us here." Not making any move towards her so she didn't frighten more.
The fearful look melted away as she shifted the basked against her hip. Obviously she knew Rob, "there is a stable directly in back of the house facing the ocean, put your horses in there then come in through this door." Disappearing within finally as she closed the door off against the wind that was picking up. The various articles of clothing and sheets flapping like sails on a ship.
didn't need to say anything more as he was backtracking to get
his horse and tell his brother. Hopefully the horse didn't bolt
for letting go of the bridle to be able to catch up with the
woman. "Around back," relief in his voice as the
stallion had pretty much stayed where he was left. Catching up
the reins as he started back around, leading the stallion to the
stable to see him within.
Both horses tucked away where they wouldn't be seen, he started out towards the house only to halt in his steps and blink his brother's way. He honestly had not noticed. "I didn't fall over dead," which had a slow grin rising as he continued to the back door. "I believe she is the daughter," he couldn't even tell what age she was either for he was more concerned in halting her and finding out if they were at the right place. Rob had said the 'old' widow's place who was tended by her daughter if he recalled correctly. The woman outside wasn't old enough to be considered old in his guessimate. The door swung open as he held it for his brother then within to close it securely behind him, secure against the rising wind. A fleeting though she might not find those clothes still there if she left them out too long.
Rosa had been waiting for the two men after alerting her mother of their arrival and who sent them. "I am Rosa," leading them into a dimly lit parlor. The smell of ancient prevailing of not only the room on the whole but the woman sitting in an equally old rocking chair. A handmade quilt behind her head like a pillow folded over and one on her lap. There were cards there in a scattered pile. "This is my mother Ella, Ma, these are the men I told you about." Leading them over to two chairs that had been moved near the woman. Ella spoke up, "come here, sit down, so I can get a look at you." Her voice was frail but there was another kind of strength behind it. Her eyesight nearly gone as she reached out a hand in wait to touch their faces.
Rob had said old...or was it ole'? Conor hadn't thought to pay
attention to the difference. He didn't argue the fact, just
accepted Segan's words and when they were led down the hall,
followed. Conor rounded the farthest chair and edged it around
just a bit so he could see the woman better. "Segan and
Conor Quinn, Ma'am." He nodded toward Segan as the name was
mentioned, touched his chest as he spoke his own name.
"Rosa, go prepare some tea with whiskey for the lads and something to eat." It was getting around suppertime and they would be fed too. After Rosa left the room she first reached out to trace her fingers over Conor's brow, down along his cheeks, over his lips before falling away to her lap to fumble around the cards there, choosing one. "Your mind will have the capacity in understanding, helping to ease a difficult and anxiety provoking time into a more peaceful passage. Insight smoothes the storm clouds and one can retain one's dignity and self respect. You are one that will have such storms rage inside to conquer over the years." She then turned to Segan, fingers brushing over his brow, down along his cheek and over his lips before falling away to pick out another card from those scattered in her lap. She never looked at either card but seemed to know what they portrayed by touch. "You will collide with the lion in learning to handle your rage. Courage, strength and self discipline are necessary to battle with the situation. Beast and Hero both reside within, and once the beast is conquered then leaves the Hero." By that time Rosa had come back with a tray, tea mixed with good Irish whiskey set out for each.
Poster: Segan Quinn
Post # 11
Hopefully she wouldn't notice that Conor's mouth had started to drop open when she stroked his skin and then drew that card. Her words had him sitting forward, fingers lacing between his knees as he rested his forearms there. He couldn't draw his eyes away from her as she did the same for Segan. He whispered, barely audible to even himself. "Thank you." His gaze was stolen away by the entry of the Rosa and he managed a smile her way before looking back to the widow. "There is a third." He edged forward slightly. "He is our kin. Our brother." A swallow silenced him a moment, his gaze locked with hers. He would hand over all the gold he had smuggled in his saddle, all the gold he had back home, all the gold he could ever possess. Even though the woman's sight was failing her, leaving her in shadows and darkened shapes, she was all seeing in ways that Conor would give all that he had, all that he was...to be sure of his eldest brother's well being.
Rosa smiled upon both in general as her mother gave them insight about themselves and their paths. Once the cups of whiskey laced tea were set she disappeared again. Ella considered Conor as if looking right through to his very soul with near sightless eyes.
Segan was as surprised as his brother, instead of his mouth near dropping open, lips pressed slightly together as he stiffened some like one ready to fight. Shoulders eased as he listened to what she had to say about him after his brother. The woman had sight beyond what her eyes would see even if they couldn't completely. "Thank you," came low as he obviously would think on her words, instinct lending towards many episodes in his adventures that spoke of her words being true. If only he could conquer the Beast and become the Hero. That was an appealing idea though he would be sated with accomplishing the first.
more mussed under her breath before a decisive nod was given,
fingers wandering through the scattered cards on her lap before
choosing one. "He has been justifiably pleased with himself in
the past for what he achieved in his goals giving him a strong
sense of solid identity, a feeling of one's unique abilities and
worth. This is not inflated." Though a frown appeared as she
once more felt through the scattered cards in her lap to choose
another. "There was a relationship that has brought about
difficulties and a separation." It had been easier to read the
two here than this brother who was not with them. Another card might
tell her more as one was chosen. "He doesn't quite trust
life enough to take its course. He has been wounded through a
personal relationship and wants to be in control so as not to be
wounded again. He cheats himself if he cannot get past what life
often dishes out." She hesitated a moment, "do you have a
particular question?" This being addressed to Conor as
indicated by the turn of her head his way.
The night promised to be another rainy one, not unusual for England or this close to the sea. Rob didn't know if he should curse the fates or thank them for this though he knew the men would still look for a game. The weather might aid them in giving the men a reason to drink before heading for the fortress. It wasn't as if the warden would notice. He dismounted and led his horse to the stable before slipping inside. Rosa received a brotherly hug while he greeted the Widow with a kiss to her forehead. "Have you been entertaining the brothers, Grandmother?" It was more a title of respect than one of a blood relative. He offered a large hand first to Segan then Connor. "If you've eaten, we can go. If not, I'd suggest you do so. There'll be a ship waiting for you north of the fortress. There's a small cove and a dingy will be there, with a lad to take you out to the ship."
hearing those words from the woman was enough for Conor, relief
seemed to wash over him to such an extent that the breath he didn't
even know he was holding, released with a soft whoosh of air between
his lips. Rob's entry held his gratitude at bay for now, though he
kept his eyes on the woman as he stood from his chair and Rob saw to
his greetings. He shook Davidson's hand. "We've not eaten yet,
but will. There are no words that can express our thanks for all you
have done. We will be forever in your debt." A final glance was
afforded the old woman and with a bow of respect her way, he started
from the room to eat. Knowing that Eion was whole and could travel
caused him to want to be there, get him, get out of there, get home
all the more.
Rosa had pinched her cheeks when she saw Rob coming, fingers nimbly fixing her hair best she could and smoothing down her dress. His brotherly hug was returned but perhaps more than just a sisterly one. Rob, like a big oaf, had never noticed. She had brought the clothes in and now the dinner was brought in on a tray. There was smoked haddock along with a thick rich seafood bisque. Each plate had a descent portion that would sate a man's appetite, according to the one Rob had. Ella received Rob like a grandson, for over the years love had grown between them. "I am telling them a little about themselves while I learn of your new friends." Not that they were necessarily friends but there was more a tie than even Rob would realize at the moment. "This concerns your friend, their brother?"
"It does." He chuckled softly. "You know about Eion, Ella. Now it's time to fix what's been done. I'll be returning here after, and hopefully won't be tied in with the escape." He noticed Rosa, but until Eion was free, everything else was put on a back burner. "Say a little prayer for our success. " He looked at Segan. "Eat. We don't want to get there too early and raise suspicions. I do need to warn you both about something though."
Conor stepped aside to allow Rosa to enter. Realizing they were going to eat in here as well, he returned to his seat. But he didn't sit, not with Rob's last words. "Warn us about something...else?"
Rosa smiled Rob's way when he looked her way before sitting in another chair to partake of the meal with them. There was a plate for Rob as well knowing he always brought his appetite.
A brow lifted with those words, giving Conor a glance as he spoke up first. He too was standing but would sit after Rosa took her seat. Maybe better to be sitting for, "warn us?" Preparing himself though he would wait to eat until he heard the warning.
"It's not life-threatening but you need to realize, Eion's been in prison for some time. He's not going to be as you remember. He may even be too weak to fight if it comes to that." He hadn't meant to worry them but they needed to know that much and expect he might even be a tad ... ripe.
smiled, nodded, and reached for his food. "Aye, Rob, we've
already been...informed." His smile was extended to the
widow. Her mention of needing assistance prepared them for the
possibility that Eion might be less than up to
"Aye, we can deal with that, long as he's alive." The warning didn't come unexpected once heard. Once they got him back home they could see, especially their sisters, in having Eion gain back his health. Agreeing with Conor on the Widow's insight. He and Conor would do well addressing any fighting without their brother's help. In the next moment he was digging into his meal with relish, hunger overtaking as he ate every bit in record time. Usually he didn't eat this fast but the sooner his belly was full and they were on their way, the sooner they had Eion back and any obstacles addressed in ensuring his safety. He was getting a strong desire to be home, to see his father again and hoping his ailment had passed. "Delicious," for it was as the compliment was given Rosa. Actually noticing her features for the first time. She wasn't plain though no striking beauty which most were corrupted by such anyway. She wasn't all at older as he first thought, probably middle to later twenties, one that led a rough life out here at the ocean's edge. He stood once done, eager to be on their way and not overextend their welcome here as it was good of the two ladies to see to them as they did. "It has been a pleasure Ella, Rosa. Your kindness will be remembered." Which if fate allowed he would return the same kindness to them.
He ate heartily as always then was over to give Ella a hug and another kiss. "I'll see you soon, Grandmother." He winked at Rosa, tapping her nose. "And aye, delicious as always. Keep a candle lit for me." He looked at the two brothers, speaking quietly. "If you're ready, lads, head on out to the stable and I'll join you shortly." He then excused himself, pulling Rosa over close to the window so they could talk. He was telling her a very small portion of what they were planning and what he would need her to do so he'd have an alibi.
Even though he hadn't finished eating, as Segan and Rob stood, so did he. He thanked Rosa and Ella with soft words then followed the other two out. As they readied their horses, Conor eased his dagger from it's place within his boot, slitting the underside of one of the straps attached to his saddle. Gold coins fell to the earth, clinking one against the other until the leather was emptied. With a bend of one knee, the blade was returned and the coins collected. Since the other two were busy preparing their own mounts, Conor backed away to find an empty bucket, and in that, he eased in the coins to be found later. Before his absence would be noticed, he was back at his horse and mounted. Energy in the stable was high and the horses sensed it. The animals danced and turned, eager to be off just as the men were anxious to be on their way.
Ella returned the hug, lingering in it a moment before pulling back, hands folding in her lap. "Stay safe Rob and come back to us." She had lost a husband and her son years back, she didn't wish to lose anyone else she had come to love. Rosa slightly blushed with the wink though a smile appeared. "Thank you," it pleased her they enjoyed her cooking then back to Rob, "always a candle lit. Just come home to us." Her feelings the same as her mother's. She had been a change of life baby as they referred to them and her mother's salvation after losing her son and husband. Drawn aside to hear his words as she would do what he bid of her.
Segan was already on his way out as Rob said his farewells, leaving them those few moments of privacy between family, as Rob seemed to be as such to them. He was of like mind as he slipped coins into a bowl left on a makeshift table in the stable. Easing the cloth back over it so it was found much later. He swung up into the saddle, easing the horse just outside as he waited on Rob to show them the way. Ready to follow his orders in what would be needed.
Rob was thoughtful as he joined the two men, glancing back over his shoulder. If all went well, he might be asking to court Rosa, but first they needed to get Eion out of the fortress. He mounted, waiting for the two. "The men know me, but they'll have trouble proving I was anywhere near. We'll make a quick stop, then head for the tavern where they game." When they stopped, Rob put on a false beard, given to him by an actor friend, and darkened his face and hands. All that would show. When he was finished, they headed for the tavern where he'd point out the three guards. They wouldn't have to wait long as shifts would change soon.
Poster: Segan Quinn
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Poster: Eion Quinn
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Out from Hell
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t'at we 'ave," Segan was on Conor's heels and this time shouldered
him aside as he held out the change of clothes. "T'e sooner yea get
intae t'ese, t'e sooner yea can join yea brot'ers and get t'e 'ell out
o' 'ere!" Which in Eion's weaken state, he was already helping
him by taking a hold of what was left of his shirt and tearing it off
his body. Taking the shirt from the bundle as it was going over his
brother's head. Pants would be next if Conor didn't get to them already
Poster: Eion Quinn
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Poster: Eion Quinn
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Poster: Eion Quinn
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Poster: Conor Quinn
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Care of Business
Poster: Segan Quinn
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Poster: Segan Quinn
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