Scotland (year 600AD)

[LadySindënís]

Scotland

Note: I relise the clan doesn't exist for another 200 years so I moved the time line along. This doesn't have to be a perfectly constructed story line you relise. lol we all have faults and I researched this...there are areas where the romans stayed till 600 but it wasn't concidered theirs. I've cut out a lot of the things but now I'm willing to have maybe two guys in there for some tension or play time as well as maybe a girl...I don't know lol. For the record I am a MacGregor.


This thread is about one man who has moved inward towards the heart of the country. Through a favour that the clan Mac Gregor he has secured some fine land of his own and a house in need of repairs but it is a home. This hman rarely goes into the village but one time he does and spots the only daughter of the head of the MacGregor clan. Vanora MacGregor, long unusaully dark red hair, pale green eyes and a form that would temp many of the men of the village but she wouldn't spread no matter how hard a man tried.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Sweet!

 

[The Jeffinator]

So, what are you looking for? Someone to play the Highlander?

 

[LadySindënís]

Yes actaully.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Okay I'll play, but I am about to go to sleep and won't be posting till tomorrow.

 

[LadySindënís]

Alrighty then.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Okay, by Highlander, do you mean immortal, as in the "Highlander" movies and series? IS my character supposed to be like Duncan McCloud (I know McCloud is spelled differently, but I can't remember the correct spelling right now) and I can only die if I am beheaded?

 

[LadySindënís]

Highlanders were actauly ppl who lived in the higherlands of the country. I'm basing it on that.

 

[The Jeffinator]

I see. Okay. Any preferences for my character's appearance or personality before I post?

And how do you want me to start? With my character just casually visiting the village and seeing Vanora? If so, where is she? Sorry, but I like to have enough info to make a detailed post so I know where the hell I am and what the hell I'm doing, lol.

 

[LadySindënís]

Hmmm slightly redish hair since blonde was more of a saxon trait then anything. I can post first so you can work off of it.

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A thick rain cloud blocked the bright early spring sun despite the efforts of the glowing yellow disc in the sky. The village was already alive and busy trading their wares amungst the other families. Some of the women had worked on small delicate gifts to exchange during the spring dance in a month's time. For those who were unable to make their own traded wares from their winter toil in order to achieve some sort of exchange before the next moon. Vanora stood at the mighty tree that was growing in the center of the busy little town. She enjoyed the brief moments of peace whilist under the tree's shielding protection. This was a fine year yet, the clans had been uneasy for years but they agreed there would be no fighting for this year. Debts had been settled with impressive skill between the Septs and Clans, all hatred had not been removed but people were friendly again. Vanora's father was the head of the movement that brought it about making their clan very secure in their holdings. As she looked upon the people going about with haste the young woman couldn't help but smile.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Ian McKindel (this name can change if you don't like it)

Ian looked up at the morning sun as he walked out of his house. The sunshine felt wonderful on his face, the warmth washing over his body. He looked around then started to walk towards the village, whistling a tune to himself. His clothing moved slightly in the gentle breeze that was whisping over the trial; he was wearing black pants and boots, a longsleeve white shirt that hung several inches under the belt that was around it, and he had a black vest over that. His belt had many pouches and he always wore his hilted sword on his back, just in case.

"Today is a wonderful daaaaay!" he began to sing to himself as he approached the village. Normally, Ian would not go into town, but the day before he had dropped his sword sharpener down the well by accident, so he had to buy a new one. As he came into town, he passed by a large tree and stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He found himself staring at her, staring into her pale green eyes. He found her long dark red hair absolutely irresistable, and approached her. He held out his hand and greeted her. "Hello Ma'am, is it possible for such beauty to exist? Surely you must be an angel from heaven, for I know not any such beauty that exists in this world."

 

[LadySindënís]

Venora looked at the origin of the sound and found a very pleasing looking young man situated not more then a few feet away. The men of the village kept a good distance from from her out of respect for the clan who had done so much in the bitter winter months for the communities. Venora had grown tired of their behavour long ago but there were so very few that had the strength to make it to the girl. Ian had done a very respectible thing in her eyes.

"Indeed I am no angel sir, but I am just a girl of the olde ways

 

[The Jeffinator]

Ian gazed into her gogeous eyes as Venora spoke, her voice sounding so angelic. He felt his blood stirring, his heart beating faster, his knees almost growing weak. He felt blessed to be in the prescense of such beauty. "Oh, but you must be, for your beauty is far greater than that of any human I have ever laid eyes upon. Your voice is music to my ears, and you have a gorgeous beauty that could rival the goddesses themselves. May I ask what the name of such a wonderous woman may be?"

 

[LadySindënís]

"Vanora of the MacGreagors my dear friend, now who comes to the town center and seeks out the first lass he comes across?" she asked inquisitively.

 

[The Jeffinator]

"You're Venora MacGregor? I had no idea, and I did not come looking for a woman, but I could not help but come to you when I laid eyes upon your beauty." he said as he stared into her eyes and admired her.

 

[LadySindënís]

"Come with me my nameless stranger, I wish to go to the forest to collect some flowers for the hall. Having another set of hands with me would be a great help. You seem to be harmless enough...as long as no one spots you leaving with me then we can go gather flowers without being hassled by the townsfolk." Vanora stated matter of factly.

The young woman was accostomed to getting her way in a lot of things though it was a disappointing trait in the girl, many of the clan chiefs had hopes to have their sons marry her. Vanora didn't care for any of their silly little plans or insane tricks. Right now she wished to gather some colourful flowers before the rains came. This stranger looked to be intelligant and resourceful it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

 

[The Jeffinator]

"Of course, I would love to." he said looking at her. "By the way, my name is Ian. Ian McKindel. Yes, it might draw attention if we leave together. So pretend to send me away, I'll leave into the forest, and then ten minutes later you take a different route to the forest, and we can meet at the giant oak? Sound okay to you Miss McGregor?"

 

[LadySindënís]

"Off with you, filthy man! Go before I summon my father's men!" Vanora said instantly.

The lady was surprising very good at acting out what Ian had instructed her to do. The look upon her features was nothing short of appearing truthfully if anyone dare try to guess wiether she is lieing or not. She turned her back to him and headed along side the massive meeting hall to where Vanora had long ago discovered as a child. She made it to the opening in the center of the woods without wasting much time. This was risky business meeting some good looking stranger in the woods but Vanora was tired of the hagling and other such business of the town. She wanted to speak to this stranger of the town.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Ian headed towards the blacksmith, getting a few dirty looks from the people who had seen him with Vanora. He bought the sword sharpener he needed, then left the village, and walked along a trail until he came to the giant oak tree that towered over him. He reached his hand over his head to rest on the hilt of his sword, then pulled it out, sat down with his back against the tree, and began to sharpen it.

 

[LadySindënís]

Vanora started to hum the song known as Gypsy Rover for it oddly reminded her of the strange man whom she had met earlier in the day. As she walked onward the words for the beautiful song came out secretly until Verona relise she had been singing and then the young lass put more effort into the words.

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A gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.

She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
As they rode off together

Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover

Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.

He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.

"Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear
For a whistling gypsy rover?"

"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
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It was after the song that Vanora relised she had come across Ian whom was using a specialy crafted rock from the smithy's. Her own father used the same make to sharpen his long sword.

"Hello my stranger." she greeted.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Ian looked up a smiled. "Hello my beauty. By the way, incase I may have been foolish enough to forget, my name is Ian McKindel." he said as he put down his sword and rock and walked over to greet her by taking her hand and kissing it.

 

[LadySindënís]

Vanora blushed at the sweet natured man before ushering thanks to him for being so kind and the like. After all the local populace kept their sons and related males away from the lass for she was not for any man or so said her family. She looked over the man and found that perhaps he was to her liking dispite what the others would have thought.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Ian stared into her eyes for a moment, the sat back down by the tree and resumed sharpening his sword. "Here, take a seat next to me, please? Tell me about yourself."

 

[LadySindënís]

Vanora sat next to the man with a little nervousness, breaking the rules of her family was the only time she ever did anything remotely bad. The rules were for safety of the clan but the young woman was tired of being led around like some prized cattle. It felt good to do something unusaul for a change.

"I am of course from the MacGregors, the clan who every one seems to favour these days. My family runs the over all business of the family line right down to it's sons and daughters. I am the only daughter from my parents and often treated like some foriegn queen. It irks me to be treated like the world was meant for me. It seems deathly wrong to assume that the Mother's Creations were made for one person." Vanora stated.

As she spoke the man seemed very interested in the words that flowed forth from herself. Vanora was still unknowningly blushing at the attention as she always did.

 

[The Jeffinator]

"Very true my beauty, but you should be thankful so many people adore you." he said, looking into her eyes. "And yes, thanks to your family I own my own piece of land and a house that sits upon it. If you should ever want to escape the village and relax in privacy, just follow the path to my house, you can't miss it." He was enjoying the conversation very much, and soon it was his turn to talk about himself. "Well, I come from a place I wish not to speak of, and I justed moved here recently. I usually spend my freetime outback of my house practicing my sword skills."