Gypsy Camp II

[intriguess]

going to make a new thread to encourage new players.

so far there is me (Mysteria)
tighe (Martine)
moonwolf (Terra)
goddess euphoria
ravenloft (thomas)
and firespryte (christine)

we have plenty of room for new people, for premise read first page of other thread (or i can repost it here eventually)

setting:
Three months later

We had set up for winter camp in our typical spot, normally now, we would travel out in small groups trading and tinkering, Thomas's father had been tracking us and hadn't found us here, and Christine was settling into group well with her lvoer Jamie.

IC

I woke to the cold sunrise, I bundled up and set off to Terra's vardo, I needed guidance, at three months pregnant I was begining to show and people were talking. I had been so enveloped in providing a home for my child I hadn't thought about what people would say and now there was talk of a who was the father and how I should make up my mind and have commitment ceremony before child was born. I was showing more than I thought I should and several people had asked if it were Roberto's child.

I couldn't see my child in visions as if I were too close to see whether it was girl or boy.

 

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info

I was thinking of a tale about group of traveling gypsy's
set it in pretechnological time in British Isles

INFO about Gypsy's
Gypsy's are not thieves, they are a passionate uninhibited people, the men are tinkerer's or traders, fixing things or selling things, women work more as seers, card reading, palmistry, reading tea leaves, foretelling future that sort of thing. They don't steal children but they do take in runaways, from poor children to youngest child of nobles wanting to free themselves. What they have they share among the group and are happy go lucky people.

My Character Mysteria
gypsy woman, late twenties, I knew beforehand that my husband was going to die. So I'm wary of reading palms or cards. I'm 5'2" long tumbling dark hair that hangs to my full hips, and in this thread I'm three months pregnant with Thomas's child, and it will be discovered I'm carrying twins. One of whom may or may not actually be Martine's child.

 

[Friday_Freeze]

Loved the original Gyspy. Want to keep it going

/ooc Goddess Euphoria's character is Natasha
And sorry Ravenloft, edited mine to work with yours...i think..posted at same time

Character: Larkon Fisthammer
Age: 32
Description: Very mature. Very tall and mucular man. Attractive features besides the small scar on cheek. Probably the biggest man in the troupe.
Background: Been with this troupe since he can remember. He's a metalsmith by trade. Earns his money by selling horseshoes, tools, kitchen utensils, knives, and axles for wagons in the towns they go to. Also any other blacksmithing needs they might have. There's not a lot of money made when visiting towns as most of them have there own blacksmith and he would never intrude on their business unless if there was something he could make that they could not. One of those things is that he can make is a fine weapon. It took him along time getting good making weapons. He got advice from Natasha, the troupe's sword fighting expert, letting him know if it was too heavy, the hand guard too big or too small, or if the weapon could withstand a lot of damage.

IC:

"God, what terrible day!", i grumble to Thomas. "We have to setup camp due to a bad hitch on one of the wagons. Thats what you get for trusting one of the townies to do the job." i complained to Thomas forgetting that he used to be one. He held on the giant vice for me as i banged away at the piece of metal trying to get it to mold the way i want. "Wish i hadn't been so sick last week. It's an easy thing to make. Any descent blacksmith could do it." I looked over at Thomas who was holding fast to the vice i'd asked him to hold. He had filled out a lot more since joining us three months ago. I bet he's grown muscles he never thought he knew he had. He was a very handy person to have around and easy to get along with to. Always asking to pitch in where he could since he didn't really have a trade skill of his own. We made him troupe treasurer since he used to be an accountant from where he's from. But it didn't take up much of his time since we never have a lot of finances. But he just nodded at my last remark and held fast to the vice. I went back to my work and was finished within 30 minutes. We examined our handy work and smiled. "Yep. That should do the trick. You go rest up Thomas. Thank you for your help. Been a blessing to us all, even if some still don't see it yet." He walked off towards the rest of the camp probably to try and find something else to prove his worth to us.

Either that, or maybe it was time for another training session with Natasha. I've always been fond of Natasha. Ever since she was a little girl, she was always interested in my and my father's work. I was 19, and she was 12. Her father was a great swordsman and he took her under her wing and taught her everything he could. And she tried to learn everything she could from me as well. More so on how the weapons were made. Well, i only started weapon making because her father asked me too. He wanted me to create the most perfect weapon for his treasured daughter. It was my finest creation. It was the piece of art that i put my entire being into. A Falchion I designed specifically for Natasha who was lovely and beautiful. Graceful and tough. It had a long fat curved blade that was razor sharp with a golden hilt that curved down around the handle making sure the fingers will always be protected in a fight. I had some gems placed on the bottom of the handle by the troupe's jeweler. But it wore me out. My body was fatigued and spent. Thats why i was sick last week. But i wouldn't let anyone know that. That big bad Larkon wore himself out making a gift for someone he cared for. He saw that she had an interest in Thomas anyway. It had grown in their training sessions. But Thomas also still seemed pained everytime he saw Mysteria. Could that be his baby? "Ah, what tangled webs we weave..." was something that came to mind. I looked behind my little work area at the wrapped up sword, wondering when the right time to present it would be.

I sighed heavily and began to take the new hitch to fix the wagons.


/ooc sorry for the novel..had to make sure he's introduced good and proper

[Edited by Friday_Freeze on 12-17-2000 at 08:14 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Thomas rose and threw off the winter blankets he was bundled in, imediatly regretting it. He had opted to be alone these last few months, but through his knowlege of money handling he had set up a way to bring in a fair amount of it by offering sound advice that the comon citizen would not know about the inner workings of the local banking establisments as he followed the gypsy's along on their travels. He was even begining to feel like one of them. That in itself made him smile.

So, as he had so many mornings in the past Thomas rose and helped wherever he could, but now he did it for other reasons. It wasn't to pay his way as he had been given a good share of money from the help he offered the comon folk. Enough so as to have his own vardo. Thats all he needed, all the rest he gave to the camp, save for a very few for a stop at a tavern from time to time. He knew that every time he gave counceling on finances he was setting out a beacon to his father but at this point he was secure in the fact that he would not be leaving the gypsy's for a long time. He knew enough sword play to put his father down if need be and if the ol fool sent any more bounty hunters after him he could lean on the aid of the camp...
Thomas headed off to Larkon's vardo as he had asked for some help the day before.

OOC: Thought I would make a connection there as we posted at the same time it would seem. HEheh!

[Edited by Ravenloft on 12-17-2000 at 08:21 PM]

 

[tighe]

martine

I awoke in the cold vardo alone. There was still a warm spot so I knew I had not been alone long. We had set up winter camp, which meant no moving for a few months. It was a time of rest for Gypsies. I would soon have been with this troupe for just over a year now. It was last winter camp when I made my home with them. This was the most stable I had been since before the gypsy cleansing wars in which I had lost my family. Before now, I had been somewhat of a nomad. Mysteria was my focus in life now. I was determined to be her strength in this uncertain time. Her pregnancy was showing and I loved the way she felt next to me. I did know that she was feeling somewhat pressuerd by some in the camp to have the traditional ceremony. I would be proud to be the one standing beside her in this. Thomas was, to his credit, still among us. We were not close friends, but certainly, I felt, far from enemies. He was a hard worker and pleasant. No one had anything bad to say about him. As far as I was concerned, he was a great asset to our troupe. Sighing, I pulled the warm quilt higher around my neck, wishing for another warm body to cuddle against. Soon, I was asleep, dozing in and out, dreaming about babies and music and laughter.

ooc: Great. I hated to see this thread die also. For those of you who have read this thread and enjoyed it, please, join us.

 

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Mysteria

I was washing laundry, with Terra, unable to voice my question my fingers cold from the water. I had so much to ask her, could she see into my future? Why was I showing so early? Was there something wrong with my child? and lastly I wished to know more about my father. Family was more important to me now than ever and I wondered about my father as well as my brother and his family.

 

[tighe]

martine

Well, it wsn't getting any warmer alone. I fnally took a deep breath and got out of the bed. Hastily, I pulled on woolen breeches and long overshirt. There, warmer already. One corner of the vardo I had lined with flat rocks and mortered between them. As long as someone was in the vardo, it could have a small fire laid in to take the chill off. I preferred to throw very hot rocks on it until it radiated a little heat. This I would do later. I pulled on my cape with the hood and stepped outside into the morning sun. It was warmer outside than in. I sat on the step and pulled on worn leather boots. On the other side of the vardo, I had built a lean to shelter for the horses. Horses were very important to the gypsy way of life. I watered and fed them, speaking to them gently. The Spanish gypsy way of life in which I was born and raised dictated my love for the gallant animals. I had slept more nights with horses than without. After a quick brushing I let them eat alone. I went to the main fire of the camp and joined some men there in morning conversation. As always, there was much laughing and joking. Some women were preparing the morning meal. I looked around for Mysteria, knowing it was not her morning to assist with breakfast. I knew she was probably with Terra. An older woman handed me a steaming cup of dark liquid. The coffee was strong and harsh. I smiled, bowing as I took it from her. She patted my cheek as she turned. "What is it Mysteria plans to do about the ceremony?" one of the men asked me. "I think she will let us know soon enough." I told him, trying not to imply it was none of his business. "Mysteria plans everything." Another laughed. I took the jesting without personal regard and redirected the conversation. After a bit, I scooped up some hot rocks from the fire and returned to warm the vardo for her eventual return.

 

[Wolfstalker]

OCC: Can I jump in?

IC:
Wolfstalker sat looking at the camp before her. She was starving. She had long ago sold her sword and horn. Now all she had form her home land was her dager and coat.
Wolfstalker had long ago learned to beware of those who walked the land. She knew she was different then everyone else. A great silver wolf lay down beside her.
"Ah, Anus, me belly rumbles as well. What sayyou? Do we steal or beg old friend?"
Wolfstalker slowly walked toward te camp. She was so humgry. She wondered how long she would be able to stay here before someone learned of her gift and chased her away. At 18 she was tired of running.

 

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Mysteria

Newcomers welcome

I continued with washing even as hairs on back of neck stood up, I was being watched. I felt hungry, eating for two was more difficult than one would think. I headed to the cook fires for something to eat spying both Martine and Thomas, the two men who plagued my dreams.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Making his way about the camp after Larkon had sent him off, his work done there, Thomas found little more the could help with, so he spiraled out from the camp. Walking along the top of a near by hill. Stretching and taking in a lung full of air Thomas stopped in his tracks. There ahead of him was a wolf. He knew enough that it would not attack unless provocked so he stayed where he was at. Then the girl came over the hill in the wolve's wake. Thomas tilted his head. He waved to get the girls attention then, with a smile.

 

[Wolfstalker]

Wolfstalker saw the man wave to her. she began to walk toward him.
"Come Angus, we'll ask for some food from him and then more than likely be on our way."
she made her way to the man. As if a sledge hammer had slammed into her , a sight came to her. Death was coming.
Her head snapped up at the man before her. she crouched down in a fighting stance, looking him up and down.
" Good morro man, do ya have a bt of food to spare for me and me friend?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

"Calm yourself young lady..." Thomas said hesitantly as he took a step back from the girl at the sight of her ready stance. "I offer no harm, but food would be a different matter, I am sure we can find you something..." He kept his hands out so that she could see he ment no harm.

 

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Mysteria

Sitting, totally absorbed in eating, the women constantly offering me something else to eat, with knowing glances at my stomach. Every look was echoed with the question of whose child it was and if I was going to be joined to any male before I gave brith. I shook head politely and stood. My back was a tad sore and sitting for long periods of time wasn't doing me much good. I was tired of the questions, the whispers behind my back. I needed to talk to Terra and eventually Martine and Thomas as well.

 

[Wolfstalker]

Wolfstalker followed the man down to a camp. She knew she should put her guard down...a little but she could not. Angus shoved his noise in her hand.
"Ah, I'll try."
She called out to the man." Good sir, I'm sorry for being so rude. It's just that..well.."
She shrugged at him and followed.
She looked around hte camp. Gypsyes! That's what they where. Could be worse, she thought to herself, could be another mb trying tokill ya.
She looked around and saw that there were only a handfull of people here.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

"No harm was done dear lady. Come and warm yourself by the fires, or I am sure we can offer you something to eat..." Thomas offered as he went to one of the camps fires and stoked it a little.

 

[tighe]

martine

ooc> Sorry for the delay all. RL.

ic>
I watched Mysteria drifting about the camp. As she headed to the vardo, I followed her, knowing it was Terra she needed. I stepped into the little trailer behind her. "The was you walk tells me your back is hurting." I told her. "Lie down and let me rub it for you." I took her hand and kissed her fingers lightly. I did not like to see her like this.

 

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Mysteria

I smiled softly and nodded lying down on Terra's bunk head tilted to face away from him. Things had just gotten more complex of late and I wasn't ready to face him yet. I needed Terra's guidance before I commited to anything. I began to relax and eventually drifted off getting some extra sleep I needed.

 

[Morgoth]

Fant Garth was a warrior. A good one at that. He could pin a man's hide to a tree with a pillow. He knew how to use almost every implement of war. But he still loved to wander. And he wasn't too rich either. His strict sense of honor kept him from taking rewards. Well, as he began to walk through the woods, he thought he heard talking. He lifted his head and saw smoke and some lights. His blue eyes took in every detail. He began to run towards this encampment, his blonde hair bouncing off his masculine shoulders. He drew his prize sword, the Patriarch as he had named it. He had found it when revenging his old lord's death. It was a beauty. 5 feet long and saw-toothed on both sides, he was the only person he knew that could wield it at all. It's razor sharp edges glinting from the moonlight, it bounced in his hand as he ran. Although it still cut wonderfully, it had begun to fall into disrepair. Small cracks, almost invisible, made their way over it. It's once stainless blade had begun to rust. Anyway, he jumped into the encampment, suspecting thieves and robbers. Instead he got gypsies.

 

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Mysteria

i awoke to sounds of fighting, I poked my head out to see the elders fighting over what to do with both a girl that was with thomas and a man with sword. my head pounded as I rose and left the safety of vardo.

"what's going on here?" My voice cuts through the arguing as path splits, even in my pregnant state I commanded some respect.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

"Ria..." Thomas's voice was barely above a whisper as he saw her make her way into the group, heavy with the child he had planted within her. He had fallen in love with her long ago, but hid his feelings the best he knew how. After all she had seemed to take Martine to her side in the last few months, and who was he to step between them?

 

[Morgoth]

Fant quickly sheathed the sword. "I am sorry for the intrusion, but I thought you were robbers. I am Fant Garth, a poor warrior who has made much renown. I was wondering if you had a Blacksmith?" asked Fant, looking embarrased. He took off his helmet, exposing his handsome features.

 

[Friday_Freeze]

Larkon

I just got finished fixing the wagons when I grew terribly hungry. I was going back to the fires to see if any food had been prepared when I saw Thomas coming in from the woods with a girl following behind him, nervously looking around. I was startled to see a wolf coming out of the woods behind them and almost yelled out a warning before I saw her turn and call to it. "Wow" i said to her as she got closer to the fires, "that seems to be a handy companion to be travelling with."

She looked up at me and was going to speak when her attention was stolen to someone new. A man with a sword in hand had bound into our camp as if ready to kill everyone. He stopped as if surprised and told his apologies. "Did he just ask for a blacksmith?" i thought to myself.

I looked to Mysteria who had ran out from Terra's vardo and stared questioninly at her as if to ask "Should I answer him?"

 

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Mysteria

"That would be Larken," the large man stepped forward as I pointed to him. "how about we get you something to eat?" I suddenly see the young girl with Thomas and I wonder if things will ever be right in the world again. "You too?" I ask just loudly enough for her to hear and headed to a remote camp stove wanting to pull things out of the confusion of center of camp. It looked like it was going to be a long winter.

 

[Morgoth]

"Thank you", said Lokken and went over to Larken. "Hello sir, I was wondering if you could repair my sword. I will give you what little gold I have", said Fant, drawing out the sword. He handed it to Larken, who examined it. It was perfectly balanced but very long, requiring Larken to use both hands. "So, can you fix it?" asked FAnt, showing him the cracks and rust.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

"Ria... Can I talk to you?" Thomas found the words spilling from his mouth. "Somewhere private?" He had no idea what had suddenly given him the spark he needed to ask her to speak to him but now he was locked into the moment. His blue eyes showed his nervousness but also something else.