Fantasy Valley of Chessington (Main)

[Quados]

Kilian was still following the trail but finally found that deer. "Finally, I thought that it will lead me into another countr..." He was surprised, that deer that he found was white, snow white. "wha... I... I have never heard of a white deer, it's impressive, I don't think that I should kill it." Kilian lowers his bow and turns around...

"Wait, if I come back empty-handed and tell them about the white deer, then they will think I'm crazy or drunk... Or both." He turns around quickly. "Sorry my white friend but it will be quick." Kilian grabs one of his arrows, takes aim, but this stupid deer has its head down, so Kilian makes an odd sound, the deer puts its head back up and looks for the danger, but in that moment Kilian's arrow hit its target, through the neck of the dear.

Kilian runs over to it and has his knife ready. "Please be dead." He chrouches down to check the dear and was relieved when it really was dead. "So, I will take you back too your new home... I think I know how I call my new shop." He takes out some ropes and binds the legs of the deer.

"If I am quick then I could make it back to the town in an hour..." Kilian started to walk but needed to make several stops because of the weight of the deer, it took him two hours to arrive back at the city.

As he emerged from the trees, he saw that his new shop is taking shape and that in front of it was another person, with cows and a horse. Kilian waved and screamed. "Hey Peyton look what I found!" Kilian was still walking towards the house but was exhausted. "I wouldn't mind a little help, my new friend is heavy!"

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[TheCoRgiGaL]

Allison smiled and nodded. She thought all of this seemed pretty fair to her. Besides, this would be a great opportunity to put what she knew to work. Finally the man turned and began tending to the unfinished “shop”.

Are you familiar with building?

The question startled the redhead for a moment. Everything seemed to be going so fast! The man seemed very busy though, and there was no way Allison was going to let these two work alone. Her stomach rumbled again, and she hoped that whatever their hunter had brought back that they got a part of it.

“Well, ive built a chicken coop with my dad before, but no sir, other than that Im not experienced with building. Especially houses,” she giggled. Suddenly Allison jumped as the horse nudged her. Although they were big, she almost forgot about the beasts she was supposed to be tending to, “Yeesh! Easy bud,” she cooed calmly to the stallion, then turned back to the man, “but before I get started, where would you like me to put these animals? We should tie ‘em to somethin so they dont wander off.”

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

He directed her to three posts lined up by the side of his own house, and ran off to help Kilian with the albino deer. "I will pay to get this thing stuffed and mounted on the wall of the shop, give customers something to look at. There is a traveling merchant that knows how to do all this stuff. By my estimation he should be here either today or tomorrow. This thing is to rare to not mount, especially one of it's size." He put one half of the deer over his shoulders, and the two carried it with ease. He dropped by Kilian's house, the walls nearly complete, and after Allison finished tying the cattle to the posts, he showed her how to apply the stone and seal the gaps with clay.

He then started working on the salt boxes. Her built them one by one, each taking up about 20 minutes of his time. On his third box, a merchant rolled through the town, hopping off and shaking Peyton's hand. "And I told you that you were crazy my friend." They merchant said as he shook his head. "May I interest you in some salt? " He said, noting the salt boxes being built. Peyton looked at him "Two bags per box, at 5 no 6 boxes total. I will take 12 bags off your hand please." He reached into his pocket, paying the man. Salt wasn't cheap these days.

After the merchant left, he set up two boxes in the shop, noting the girls progress. "You can stop once you complete this layer." He then opened 4 bags and poured the salt into them, and Kilian now had a place for the venison. "Save the hides, we can sell them to merchants and passerby. He then ran off into his own house, bringing the other salt box in, and pouring two bags into it. He got to work on the other salt boxes, getting these three finished in half of the time. Once he had set these up and poured the salt into them, he finally say down, his breath heavy. He took a long drawn-out drink from his flask, wiping his face that now had sweat pouring from it.

Once he had cooled off, he began working on the frame of the roof, and instructed the girls on his to set them up so the points were facing up. He worked on the actual roof himself, having Kilian help him get the pieces on the frame. He then instructed the girls on how to nail the shingles in the proper places, and how to deal them with pitch. Once they were properly instructed, he helped them with the shingles until all were in place.

After Kilian's house was completed, he got off the roof carefully, helping Michelle down first, followed by Allison. He walked towards his own house, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The house was cool inside, someone must have been smart and turned the fire off. He plopped down in a chair, letting out a sigh as he did so, it was only about 2pm, and he had gotten so much done today. He then instructed the girls to stay inside while he went for a bathe. No need for indecency. He brought out his extra pair of clothes, and jumped in with his clothes on, only stripping once he was in the water. He bathed quickly, Washing out his clothes, and hanging them on a nearby tree to dry. He then changed into his new set of clothes, and briskly walked back to the house. He was in a celebratory mood, and handed everyone a flask of wine, it was a fine brew, made by monks, and was very sweet.

It wasn't long until the traffic on the road truly got flowing. These people all seemed like they had somewhere to be, and didn't seem interested in staying, but they were interested in the meat Kilian had for sale. They were almost fighting over what he had, willing to pay top price because they were famished. Peyton just sat back from the door frame of his house and watched with his trademark grin.

Skill earned! Beginner Builder! TheCoRgiGaL​

 

[TheCoRgiGaL]

Allison refused the wine that Peyton had generously handed out. After her first and last time of drinking at the bar, she wanted nothing to do with alcohol. That being said, after they had gotten the animals put up, sorted out the situation with the albino deer, and gotten the rest of the shop built, she had to fill the flask she had been given earlier two times with water. It was certainly a very productive day for the redhead, and she was very tired. Last night had not been good for her, she tossed and turned, thinking about what William could possibly be doing with that other girl... the work they had done that day had taken her mind off of evergthing, and although a few months had passed since the incident, thoughts of it still flooded her mind from time to time. The thoughts kind of ruined the celebration for her, but she managed to keep a smile on her face.

Later that day people had started flooding in, fighting for the meat that Killian had brought back. Allison hadnt had much time to get to know the hunter as well as she had with her time with Peyton and Michelle, but he seemed very nice. She still couldnt believe how lucky she had gotten, running into this small group with such an ambitious idea. She hadnt even spent half a day with these people and already they seemed more like family to her then anyone else had.

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

Peyton walked up into the large crowd. Drawing his sword. "Everyone from a line! We will ration it out so everyone gets some." He looked at Kilian. Anne spoke quietly. "Sell it for top dollar because we have so many people. The demand is high, and the amount is low." He kept the line in order as they filed their way towards Kilian , hands ringing with the money in their hands. Lucky them.... Although it was busy around this time of day, he had never seen it this crazy.

 

[Quados]

Kilian was proud, so many people want to pay this much for his meat. "Don't worry my friends, everyone will get some of this fine and fresh meat." Kilian is more then happy to have Peyton's help, he isn't used to have his own shop. He was kinda surprised how much they wanna pay for the meat, there are enough animals around, even unexpired hunter could shoot a rabbit.
"Say, why haven't you enough food for your journey? A good traveler should always have at least 1 week worth of food extra."

 

[TheCoRgiGaL]

The commotion didn't seem to be dying down, so Allison went to tend to the cows and horse. There was not much she could do over there but stand and watch, and she felt uncomfortable not doing anything. Besides, Peyton and Killian seemed to be doing a decent job at handling the crowd on their own, and standing there watching the people fight over the food reminded her of how hungry she was. The stallion raised his head to gaze at her as she approached, but the cows continued munching on the grass. For as long as they had been over here, it seemed that they would need to be moved in order to have access to more grass. Unfortunately she didn't see another post where she could move them. She would have to talk to Peyton about building a fence so they could wonder freely, and keep a lookout for any spare time she could dedicate to her stallion to be able to ride him. In fact, she wasn't even exactly sure where she could get fresh water for the animals, She remembered Peyton had mentioned a spring for fresh water, but she wasn't sure where to go to get to it...

Suddenly she realized how much stuff she would need in order to be able to take care of these animals. Hay, oats, stalls...hell, they might eventually need a vet as well. It was very possible for horses to get seriously injured. They may be big, but they're delicate... Suddenly Allison wondered if Peyton had taken all of this into account when he had asked for her animals.. For everything he was doing now, she was sure he had a plan, but she couldn't help wondering...

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

Peyton made sure to file the crowd in, and he didn't even know how Kilian could hold that much money in his pockets. To be honest, he may have been dumping them into his room. It was probably enough coins to overkill four large pockets. He was honestly almost jealous of Kilian, but at the same time he was happy for the man. While his be in as on the topic of money, he walked into his room and knelt down at the end of his head where a chest was. He removed a nearby stone in the wall, it was unattached, but had been made to look as if it was. He reached his hand into the hollow space and pulled out the key to the chest, opening the lock before lifting the lid.

It was then then that he grabbed 3 silver pieces from the chest, and then closed the lid, locked it yet again, and put the key back in it's hiding place. He walked out to Michelle, reaching out his hand, and putting the money in her palms before closing it. "You can use it to buy whatever you like from passing merchants, thanks for the help today." He then looked at Allison. "I am sure your help today can be part of my payment for your house and land?" He then looked at Kilian, thanking him for presenting such fine meat to them. "Maybe Allison can prepare the food tonight, she says that people have told her she's a good cook, let's see if the rumors are true!"

 

[TheCoRgiGaL]

Pushing her questions away for later, Allison could feel herself begin to blush. She supposed she should've expected it, as he had asked her from the beginning what she was good at. On the other hand, she wasn't sure she had ever cooked for strangers before. Everyone from her hometown (thinking about it made her want to tear up a bit) she had known since she was a kid. Although she began to feel like these people were her family in a way, the thought of them judging her on her cooking gave her a bit of anxiety... still, in her usual way, she suppressed these feelings, masking them with the biggest grin she could muster.

"So you're already throwin' me out to the wolves huh? I can cook something up, sure! Was there anything you had in mind? And uh," she gazed around, somewhat in confusion and somewhat hoping to find a way out of the predicament she had got herself into, "where are you wantin' me to cook?"

 

[Benthelame]

Abel scratched the back of his aching head. He'd done it again-- gotten himself lost. He breathed deeply, enjoying the earthy smell of the forest that surrounded him on every side. This was certainly a beautiful place. It was important to admire the beauty in the world but the awe he felt was hampered by an even greater necessity: food. His eyes scanned the area determinedly. These were not the kinds of trees that produced fruit. They were lofty and proud-- too proud to provide sustenance for anything like a man. He entertained the idea that they were mocking him in secret and laughed; his amusement turned to excitement when he spotted one of the trees' inhabitants. The squirrel stared down at him a moment before scampering off towards a sizeable hole. "I will eat, my superior friends, make no mistake." he called out into the wilderness. "A breakfast of nuts. What a fabulous thought."
Roughened hands grabbed the branches of the tree with newfound determination. With another deep breath and the scents of the forest swirling about him, Abel climbed. It was only when he dared reach into the bark that he regretted his decision. A well placed scratch filled his arm with pain. He scrambled from his perch in frustration, looking sharply at it as he made his way in the opposite direction. "Fine," he muttered, "Fine. Keep them. Treasure them. " He paused, this time catching the sound of voices nearby. Was he imagining things?
Marching further into the forest revealed the source of his intrigue. There was a house and people as well from the sound of things.

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

He looked at her with a huge grin "Why the fire place!" He points to the cabinets, with plenty of pots and pans. "Food's better over an open flame anyways!" He grinned, and poured some wine out of the barrel. " how can you not like wine Meh'lady. One glass doesn't get a man drunk, it helps digest a meal." He took a sip from his flask, plopping in the chair lightly. "Plus today is a day of celebration for Kilian! What a wonderful day!" He hands a flask to Kilian "Here's to a new home, a new store, and jingling pockets!" He said bumping his flask against Kilian's.

 

[Benthelame]

Approaching the door of the house, Abel straightened up a bit. The plan was simple. He'd knock on the door and ask for food. Yet it still hadn't been implemented. He'd paced back and forth awhile and mulled over several speeches in his mind. Nothing ever materialized. Every muscle in his face contorted into a bitter frown. Something about this revolted him. He'd never really been a man of high status but the thought of begging for food was unpleasant to say the least. He produced a small rusted knife from his pocket. He wouldn't be a man who needed anything, just one with enough nerve to take it and take it by force. Yes. There was less shame in this. He knocked on the door slowly.

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

A knock on the door was all it took. It seemed to trigger something in the man of wars mind, something from his days as a child. He drew his sword, and opened the door, pointing his sword at this other. Pathetic, not much different than he was as a boy. The tactics they used in that camp were cruel. His mind immediately traveled to the past.

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Steal or die. Those were the rules, 4 months of this torturous life style, but those who made it became knight's apprentice's. That's why the nation had the best soldiers. A much younger version of Peyton snook up on a merchant. The boy had to be no older than 8 years old. The merchant about 30, his bodyguard about 20. Both had swords, Peyton had his knife. Hee leapt from behind, slitting the bodyguards throat in on deft swipe, landing with a spinning motion and slicing into the merchants left leg from behind. The merchant grasped at his leg, and Peyton slit his throat, stealing all of the food he could carry, along with the lighter of the two swords, the on he could lift. The end of the four months was coming close. As he ran off with the goods, a hulking man in a dark figure stood over the boy.

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Peyton stuck his sword in the boy's face. "I see it, I recognize that posture." The mind of builder turning into that of a seasoned warrior. "Drop the knife kid. You don't go attacking people. You don't need to kill to survive. If you drop that damn knife, and let me check you for weapons real quick, you can come in, and I will feed you a meal. And we will talk about this." The warriors eyes searched him, for a hint of a lie, fear, a weapon, or maybe even a plan. If it was there this man would find it. His previous life had made sure if it.

 

[Benthelame]

Abel's eyes widened when the door opened. The color left his face. The smell of the food had deceived him. He expected someone full of age and regrets to answer. Instead there was this man. He swallowed, grateful that he seemed more interested in talking than depriving him of his nose. "Yes, sir." he managed, letting the knife fall to the ground. He doubted he'd have stood much of a chance even if neither of them had been armed. "I haven't got anything else," he promised, smiling sheepishly.

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

Peyton's face was stern, but his eyes were full of sorrow. He had been that boy once, except he was a deadly weapon.He fought the urge to go back there. He checked the boy's pockets, finding nothing of consequence, and allowed him inside. It hit him then.

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The hulking man stood over the boy, and Peyton backpedaled, falling down on his butt and continuing to scramble. This man was a knight! What was he doing here? "Relax boy, you passed. Youngest one to do so I reckon. I am Cedric, do you have a name boy?" The boy replied. "Peyton, but no one calls me that, for no one is around to know it anymore. They're all dead! And I killed them!" The boy seemed broken, and the man picked him up, and within less than a minute they were in some house. The man spoke. "Meet my wife , Lucia. Lucia this is Peyton." Peyton was still bubbling with tears muttering over and over " I killed them... I killed them..."

it seemed that it wasn't the woman's first experience with the brokenness of a new Knight's apprentice. She seemed slightly surprised by his size. Then the woman spoke. "How old is he!?" The husband replied with a frown. "Only six according to the records... I don't decide who can and cannot participate..." The young Peyton sat there in tears, and the woman hugged him. Peyton gasped slightly, and jumped back, drawing his sword. The knight disarmed him by simply grabbing the hilt of the boy's sword and yanking it free. The boy scrambled to a corner. The boy was a deadly weapon, even in his broken state, and he almost couldn't be trusted in this state. The woman approached him again, this time picking him up, and setting him on her hip, caressing his hair, and giving her husband a glare, who only returned her gaze with a look of pity on his own eyes.

The young Peyton was quite small for his age, and was very skinny. He had one advantage in a fight, his insane agility. Peyton tried squirming away, but the woman held fast, kissing his forehead with a love already similar to that of a mother's, and she had only known him for a few minutes. Even though it was mid-day, she put the child down to rest, and Peyton cried himself to sleep, so tired from the months of survival of the fittest, and slept until the next morning.

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Peyton seemed to suddenly come out of a daze as he let the boy inside, stepping out of the way and picking up the boy's knife after he had entered. He shut the door, and put his sword back in it's scabbard. He sat back down at the table, taking a drink from his flask. Looking at this boy reminded him of the past. Although this boy was much older than he was in his days of stealing to survive. Youngest to pass the test. He looked at everyone. His mood went from one of celebration to one of sorrow. He grabbed an apple from the cabinets, and handed it to the boy. "Venison is being prepared. This is to hold you off until then." He smiled down at the boy, but not one of happiness , one of pity.

 

[TheCoRgiGaL]

Hearing the knock on the door, Allison was thankful to be relieved of the question Peyton had asked...

How can you not like wine Meh’lady?...

It was so hard to explain... so hard to tell her story without seeming like she was complaining. She wasnt even sure if they would understand. Maybe Peyton would, but she couldnt be sure... The older man walked to the door to answer it, but immediately drew his sword upon gazing at whoever had knocked. Allison kept a watchful eye on Peyton. Somehow she wasnt so worried about who was at the door so much as she was about him.

His eyes seemed to glaze over, only for a brief moment, before addressing someone who apparently had a knife. A chill went down Allison’s spine as an image of William flashed through her mind. She knew it wasnt him. But it couldve been... as much as she missed him, she wouldnt go back. No... he was certainly not the man she thought he was. Finally Peyton had let the person through the door, and a silent breath of relief was let out as she saw a boy. He seemed young. She smiled at him and waved until Peyton mentioned that dinner was being cooked, and she went to retrieve the pots and pans he had mentioned.

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Finally the food was done. No one talked much most of the time. Peyton seemed less jovial than he had, and Allison wasnt sure what to do. But she still kept her smile on her face, happily cooking away. She was going to make sure everyone remembered what this celebration was about!

She left the pots she had cooked the meat in out for anyone who wanted to grab their own plate. She was happy that she had bought some herbs from the village she had left before she arrived here. In her opinion, spices made everything taste better. She hoped everyone felt the same, she was very nervous about how they would react to her food.

 

[Quados]

Kilian looked at the newcomer and to the food that Allison put on the table and he knew one thing, he would never, ever drink this wine again. "Peyton, as much as I like you, your wine isn't liking me." Kilian tried to stand up but fell backwards onto the ground. "I didn't even drank that much!" he heard some of his coins rolling over the floor, but the sound was fainting.

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He opened his eyes again, that storm was coming quicker then he thought. He heard his friend coming up the hill. "Oi, Kilian, why did you wanna talk to me, especially when a storm is coming?" Kilian turned to him, why is his face blurry, that doesn't matter he need to talk to him. "How long do we hunt together my friend, since we could, right?" His friend stood next to him. "Hey when you want to talk about what you saw then..." Everything went black around him, he opened his eyes again and saw how his friend fell of the cliff, onto the rocks 20 feet below.

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Kilian opened his eyes again and stood up. "Peyton, your wine is really hating me... I think I will step outside a moment,enjoy the meat, Allison seems to have worked on it hard."

The cool wind outside felt nice on his skin, he looked up to the stars, they helped him always to forget.

 

[Texangamer]

Michelle Woods

Michelle was being quite the whole time she got money but she didn't know what to buy she just shrugged she sat in the corner of the room sitting on the floor she saw a boy maybe a year older than her she saw the food she was hungry but she had stuff in her mind she just sighed as she couldn't believe she was here no one never wanted her before it was the first time she felt loved. She heard her stomach growling she didn't trust the boy she doesn't know why she looked at the lady who cooked the food she just sat in the corner looking out the window as she just sighed thinking about her parents she missed them' why did they have to die' she thought tears in her eyes. She wasn't going to cry she had to be strong she wasn't going to give in to weakness she just heard her stomach growling again she was hungry she looked at the money she had in her hands she liked Peyton and the lady and the other guy but not the boy she didn't trust him at all.​

 

[Benthelame]

Abel accepted the apple after a moment's hesitation. He was silent, but his mind was a tangle of confusion. Who were these people? Who was this man with the solemn understanding of things he'd never say? He'd been warned about the dangers of compassion and even more regarding the fact that everything had a price but desperation had clouded his judgement. "Thank you for the apple," he recited, waving at Alison. The pity that beset Peyton's smile told him that his mission has failed. It was amusing to say the least. "I don't know too many people who'd invite a thief to dinner, but if you haven't got a problem with it, I guess I shouldn't either. I'm Abel Green. "

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

Peyton thought to himself. This Abel kid was like himself when he was six. The one difference was that this boy was a broken tool, not a broken weapon. It took everything in him not to go back to those days, but at the same time all that was left was the good things, at least for a few years worth of memories.

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Young Peyton woke up from his bed, looking around, somewhat confused. It took awhile for the daze to wear off, and for him to realize where he was. He was now a knight's apprentice. He woke up and crawled out of bed, still feeling guilty over all the lives he had taken during the tests. He snuck out of his room, or at least tried to, but his door creaked, and Ms. Lucia appeared around the corner, picking him up and putting him on her hip. The child was to sad to fight her, as he normally would have. He was walked to the kitchen, the wife still having that look of pity in her eyes. Peyton remembered his father's last words to him. "Son, the most accurate way to judge a man is to look him in the eyes, that's where the true emotions are found. Now take my heed and run boy, like you never have before, live that's all I ask of you, live, live for me my son." Lucia sat him down at the table, as she would a 3 year old, and prepared a meal . Peyton just sat there, mulling over all the people he had killed. Faces without names. People who were probably good. People who's personalities he would never know. Killing those people had forced him to grow up in a lot of areas.

While Ms. Lucia treated him as her own son, and same with Cedric, Cedric had a different approach. Lucia spoiled the child rotten, while Cedric took pleasure in watching him grow in a different way.

Peyton received a kick to the gut, but had tightened his abdominal muscles just in time. He leapt up out of sight, appearing behind his mentor with extreme agility, and attacking him with a brilliant combination of cuts and slices, but each time found that the steel of his own sword collided with that of his mentor's. No mercy was shown in these fights anymore, it has been nearly a year of the brutal training. The man came down with an over head slice, and Peyton used his height as an advantage, rolling under the other man's legs, landing on his right foot, and spinning counterclockwise with his sword as it flew towards the older man's ankles. The older man leapt up, and dodged the sword by several inches, snickering slightly at the child, which only made Peyton angrier. Peyton attacked with another cut combination, going for the man's shoulder followed by the man's neck, and then attacked with a downwards slice through his chest, and a slice at the man's inner thigh. It was to no prevail however, because each time his sword was greeted kindly by either steel or air. Peyton gave it all he had on the next attack, jumping and attacking from all sides. His sword came within half an inch of the man's shin, and then Peyton did it. Her jumped up, and landed a scratch on his mentor's nose. It wasn't deep, only about 2 millimeters in total depth, but it was the first time the child had landed a blow on this man, a high ranking knight of the kingdom.

The child immediately ran inside the house, for they had been training in the large backyard of the Cedric's manor. He ran inside to the woman who had been like a mother to him for the past year, it wasn't long before he found her sitting at the table in the kitchen, patching what looked like a pair of his pants. The child seemed eager to tell her the news. "I did it! I did it! I did it!" The woman looked down at him for a second tilting her head as she tried to figure out what could have possibly been so important to the child. "What did you do?" The woman inquired with a tone of interest. It was then that Cedric appeared from behind the corner. "He did this." He said pointing to the bridge of his nose with a slight grin. "That kid was the youngest to ever pass that brutal test, and will probably be the youngest to become a knight. He is but seven years old, and already keeps up with me in combat." The woman seemed to be trying to decide if this was a good thing. Just a year ago, when the boy had passed the test and been passed onto her husband as an apprentice, he had been broken. The pressure had pushed the kid to the brink of insanity, and now look where he was, a happy, healthy, and deadly kid.

The part she had a hard time deciding was whether him being deadly was necessarily a good thing. These kids lost there childhoods when they became apprentices. She would never have to worry about someone hurting him at least. He would be a soldier that always returned, only to weep over the deaths of his comrades. But at least she would still have her boy. She considered him her boy at least, even though the boy's real parents had long since passed. She finally looked down at the boy. "Good job!" She clasped both of his hands in her own, before kissing the child on the cheek, and whispering in his ears. "My little hero."

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Peyton finally came out of her his 3rd trance since the Abel boy's arrival, thinking about how genius the armies ideas had been. Send the weapons into a 4 month steal kill and destroy or die fight for their lives, and then send the broken weapons to be repaired by the wives of their mentors, and sharpened by the mentors themselves. It was like breeding weapons. Except instead of mating them, you took the best, and then sharpened their edges to make them even more able in combat. Brilliant, oh so brilliant.

 

[TheCoRgiGaL]

Allison sat quietly, not pushing anyone to eat, but gazing at everyone desperately. She had a bowl for herself, and she thought she had done quite well for her first dish here. Unfortunately everyone seemed to be in their own little world, and Killian had walked outside looking distressed. Finally she spoke up.

“Not to be rude, but whats goin’ on? What happened to the celebration?” she finally got up and set her bowl on top of the fireplace, looking at everyone in turn.

“I thouht this was supposed to be a happy day, celebrating Killian’s successful hunt? Everyone looks so upset...”

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

Peyton looked at Allison. "I'm sorry it's just the fact that fucki- boy brings back memories." He said as he takes an angry bite of the food. The food nearly brought another wave of memories. Instead he fought them, and won. "Your cooking is better than my wife's, and she was considered the best in my village, at least, the one I last lived in." He took another bite, and looked at the boy. "I am sorry for my anger... You bring memories back to me my boy, the good ones and the bad." He took another bite of his food, drinking some more wine , seemingly unphased by the alcohol.

 

[TheCoRgiGaL]

Allison smiled, but it wasnt a happy one. Of course she was pleased at Peyton’s comment, but it didnt feel right. Not when everyone was so upset... she knew Peyton wasnt lying, but Killian was supposed to be here. This was for him after all. She didnt even know what the older man was talking about. The kid reminded him of what memory? Obviously a bad one...

“Well... alright.. im glad you like it,” the redhead exclaimed happily, and she truly meant it, but her demeanor turned solemn just as quickly as the happiness had appeared, “im gonna go check on Killian if thats alright...”

With that she stood up. She wasnt sure whether to feel sad that these were the circumstances under which everyone finally tested her cooking, or guilty that she felt that way. She knew everyone was dealing with their own things. Hell, even she was a little... shaking her head slightly, she walked outside to find Killian gazing up at the stars.

“Hey... what happened in there? You, Peyton and Michelle all seem so upset after such a successful day! Whats goin on with you?”

 

[Quados]

Kilian looked to Allison and back to the stars, having again some flashbacks. Shaking his head he turned around. "You shouldn't worry. It's just that Peyton's awful wine brought some forgotten memories back."

He laughed and shaked his head. "Look at me, I brought back a kill that will make history and I get sad when I think about something that happened nearly 10 years ago. Eh let's forget the past and have a good time." He smiled and patted Allison on the shoulder and went back inside.

 

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Peyton clasped the man's shoulder once he came back in. "Good to have ya back." He took another swig from his drink, and his motor skills didn't seem to be slowed down one bit. He ate the rest of his meal, turning to kiss his wife and thank her for a good meal, but instead he nearly kissed Allison. He stopped himself just in time however, and looked at her instead. "Thanks for the meal, it was excellent." He then put his plate in the dish basket, and sat down at the table, finishing off the rest of his flask, unphased. He knew if he drank another one however, he would feel the effects of the beverage, and stopped there.