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Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria DiRosilia walked through the dimly lit streets of Camelot, unaccompanied, face hidden by a black hooded cloak. The air in Avalons capital city was much cooler than what she was used to in her homeland of Vodacce. As she walked, her eyes tried to take in all of her surroundings. Who was what and who was where. As a part Sorte, she couldnt help but be paranoid, especially at that very moment. Her half-brother, Marcus, believed her to be staying at a heavily guarded temple paying homage to her deceased mother, who happened to be part Fey. If he knew she was wandering the streets at night alone, he would more than unleash his wrath upon her, something hed done more times than she could count over the course of her life. And though she had the means to stand up to him, to actually do so would mean her own death. And now, more than ever, it was something she couldnt risk. She had important business to attend to and she had every intention of seeing it done. As Alexandria quickly made her way along the streets, trying her best to avoid the attentions of any and all passersby, she discreetly pulled out a slip of parchment and looked it over. On the paper was a rather detailed drawing of a man shed heard could possibly help her on her quest, a skilled swordsman unlike any other, the best in all the land. Or so the rumors had gone anyway. Hiding the drawing in her cloak once more, she suddenly found herself standing in front of the inn shed been made to believe he might frequent. Slowly, Alexandria pushed open the door and stepped inside. Immediately, her senses were overloaded by the stench of alcohol. Crinkling her nose, she pushed her hood back and glanced about the place. It was deserted, so odd given the time of night. She expected it to be bustling, filled to the brim with all sorts of colorful characters. But alas, that was hardly the case. Quirking up an eyebrow, her pale eyes fixed on the scruffy man strumming what looked to be a Castillian guitar and singing in a rather drunken tone. Her breath catching, Alexandria took another glance at the drawing she had hidden away. Biting down on her lower lip, she shook her head. It couldnt be. It just couldnt. But the resemblance of the man before her was remarkably close to that of the one in the drawing. Again she looked at the drunken man, eyes wide. Yes sir, Mr. Valroix, the barkeep bellowed making Alexandrias heart nearly stop. The name was familiar, was Montaigne in origin. Oh god he was the one. She was sure of it. Every fiber of her being, her instincts, told her so. Reluctant, yet so very desperate, Alexandria walked toward the drunken man before her. As she neared him, the smell of alcohol only became stronger. Hands shaking, she blinked several times before clearing her throat, trying to gain Valroixs attention. Hello, Alexandria began the moment the man looked up at her. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in closer to the man, her hot breath caressing his ear as she spoke. I hear you are good with a sword.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo darkangel76 said Hands shaking, she blinked several times before clearing her throat, trying to gain Valroix??s attention. ??Hello,? Alexandria began the moment the man looked up at her. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in closer to the man, her hot breath caressing his ear as she spoke. ??I hear you are good with a sword.? Click to expand... Matthew had a look characteristic of someone who had been drinking far too much for far too long. It was at first confused, as if she might not be real. Then she spoke and a grin spread across his inebriated face, along with an open lear. He looked her over, throat to thighs, before he actually met her eyes. Bon Jure, Madame', how may I be of service today? Again his words slurred together and his face showed clearly he appreciated how she looked, perhaps too much. The service he had in mind would obviously include them being alone and nude. She leaned in close and his lear became more pronounced, expecting her to enjoin his half veiled offer. Her words, though, changed his expression. She was here to hire him as a swordsman, and he was clearly disappointed for it. He reached around her for the bottle, taking out its cork with his teeth and spatting it on the floor opposite her. A thousand guilders, he replied and took a hit off the bottle. Before you bitch about the price, the only reason you came to me is because either you already hired a swordsman and he failed, or you tried and none would take your money. Either way the one you want dead must be one hell of a fighter, so its a thousand. I won't even get off this stool unless you've got the guilders. He took another look at her and said, Unless, of course, your willing to put up something in trade. We could go up to my room and discuss what I would take in trade. The bar tender obviously realized she was a sorceress, for he cringed at the crass treatment his patron gave. He put both hands on the bar, and looked like he was ready to shit his pants or run or both. Guilders are the common currency in Theah. An unskilled common laborer might earn 2 guilders a month, a skilled laborer 5, a craftsman with guild backing 10. A swordsman can normally charge between 20 and 50 depending on his level of skill and the opponent he is expected to kill. A thousand guilders represents a significant amount of money, probably equal to what one would pay for a coach and horse team outright, or even a small home.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria couldnt believe what shed just heard. One thousand guilders? Was the man mad? Surely he thought too highly of himself. Yes, if he was indeed the man shed been told about he was truly astounding in his skill. But even so, to ask such a price, even for one of his standing? It was outlandish, ridiculous! Just who in the hell did he think he was? Pale eyes wide, Alexandria needed a moment to gather her wits. If she laughed, she feared the man would up and leave and that was something she just couldnt have happen. But there was no way shed pay such a price. Not in money nor in trade. It was quite clear what the man had meant when he slurred those words her way. She saw they way he looked at her, drinking in every part except for her face. Just once shed like for a man to treat her with respect, as an equal. It was appearing that this man was no different from the countless others. Her own half-brother included in that long, sad list. Squaring her jaw, Alexandria took a deep breath and let it out on the softest of sighs. My eyes are here, sir, she stated, her voice unwavering. And I think you ought to hear me out before you boast and speak of trades and other diabolical means of payment. Alexandrias blood was boiling, but she knew she had to choose her words carefully. If he truly was the Valroix of legend, she had to make him listen and somehow understand without divulging too much. She had to make him help her even if he seemed far from being able to do so. If you are who you claim, you must prove it to me, Alexandria spoke, hoping her words fueled the smallest spark of a fire within the drunk who stood before her. As you are now, you do not live up to the legend that is your namesake. You dishonor it. She paused a moment, trying to read Valroixs expression. If you are who you claim, then meet with me tomorrow night. Clean, sober, ready. If you can prove yourself, then perhaps we may discuss your payment. Alexandria glanced at the barkeep who stood there silent, jaw dropped to the floor. She wondered what the poor man was thinking, if anything. He seemed so utterly stunned that she almost wanted to laugh. But her pity for the poor fellow kept her from doing so. Looking back at Valroix, she licked her lips and waited to see what hed say in response to her statement.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo His eyes indeed focused on hers and even through the alcohol induced haze she can see they are assessing her. Not climbing her and undressing her as before, but a calculating kind of assessment, the kind a cortier gives another before a dual of words is to begin. Something about the act seems to sober him up slightly and the slur is far less pronounced when he speaks again. You are a noblewoman, Vodacce by your dress and accent, but your eyes are wrong. Vodacce have dark eyes, or at best hazel if they have Ussuran or Montaigne blood. You are something else aren't you - something special and unique... His voice trails off as the wheels in his head seem to grind together. Suddenly there is a light of understanding, as he finds the bit of information he had searched for. Alexandria DiRosilia, he says her name less like a curse and more with a kind of reverence. Then his eyes become narrowed as he sees her for the Sorte' she is and not the Jenny Madaam he had thought her to be. Sorte', whats the matter Fate Witch, can't you just force me to do your bidding? Oh thats right I have Vodacce blood too. My Grandmother was Sorte', and my father and I are both unbound . Whatever it is you want from me, you will have to pay me. I don't work for free. I appologize for insinuating that you might be drawn to my bed for payment, but my demands are unchanged. If you wish my services you will pay me One Thousand Guilders. I am dispossessed, and must maintain my lifestyle somehow. I will meet you on the 'morrow as you asked, sober and cleaned up out of respect for your station, but...and hear me when I say this...you will bring the guilders or I will return here to this spot and while away more of my days. With that he returns to playing his guitar, his thoughts are now wrapped up in the notes and he playes far better than he had been when she first entered.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria stood there, her blood boiling to heated temperatures that could easily blister and scar the skin, as Valroix spoke. She wanted to scowl, to slap him across the face, to storm out of the inn. But her quest was too important to do something so foolish and impulsive. And though she didnt like admitting it, she needed the help. Sorte, Fey. Yes, she was both of these things, but even so, it was dire that she receive assistance now. As a woman, shed need it, especially during these trying times. Too much time alone would only call attention, attention she far from wanted. The Daughters of Sophia had worked too hard to get where they were for her to botch things up over something so silly. Gritting her teeth and smiling, Alexandria gave Valroix a nod. The mans only saving grace now, as far as she was concerned, was the fact that he now looked at her with a level of respect. Even if it was laced with distaste and disgust. Oh she could spit at him. If you are as good as you boast, sir, then perhaps we can negotiate. But until then Alexandria let her voice trail, her eyebrows quirking up in such a manner as it was difficult to tell if she was being truthful or insulting or both. We meet tomorrow night. Her hands tightly clenched into fists, Alexandria gave Valroix a curtsey, though she didnt know why she bothered. The man was drunk, hadnt bathed in who knew how long and it was clear he thought himself above any and everyone he came across. If only she hadnt been told to hire him, shed put him in his place and then some. To think he thought her a lady of the night, that shed actually give him the time of day, or night. It was utterly laughable. Rising from her curtsey, Alexandria nodded at Valroix and then the barkeep. Heaving a somewhat disappointed sigh, she pulled up her hood and headed for the door. She needed to get back to the temple, for her brother would be checking on her soon. And if she wasnt there, it would mean the worst kind of trouble for her. And she was fast approaching a crossroads in her familial life. One day soon, shed never have to bear a bruise or welt doled out by that man ever again.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo A trained courtier knows how to read even slight differences in body language, so Matthew knew that there was soemthing about the lady that was off from the day before. He chalked this up to his own lack of innebriation, though she did seem slightly less confident. He allowed her to lead him out into the misty evening, not saying even a syllabel about her tardyness, a woman's prerogative is to be fashonably late. As they walked the secluded allyway he heard her very odd question. Montague du'Montaigne? A great deal m'Lady. I was there at Charouse when Captain Montaigne formed us into ranks of firing lines. I was a young second Leuitenant then, learning the art of war from a commoner. He set me as sniper, with two men to reload for me. I killed four Castillian officers that day, and several more brave souls who thought to take their places. I admired the Castillian's courage, but we Montainge were defending our homeland. I also marched with him into Castille, but only so far. I remained in occupied territory, helping to draw recruites from the new Montaigne population and training them in the art of sword and gun. As Montague was order to withdraw, he asked me to accompany him into Ussura. We all knew it was suicide but we went anyway. We would have been victorious had it not been for winter coming two monthes early. Fifty thousand men were reduced to twenty thousand and we were forced to retreat. It was an error, we should have tried to make for the Northern sea, but instead we went straight into the heart of the Eisen Principalities. We ended up fighting Frauline Puzzen, the most accomplished military commander in Eisen, a country of such persons. Montague rallied us. We formed a square and had most inside, reloading. We would have won then, but we were low on supplies and our ammunition ran out. We went at it hand -to- hand with the Eisens, their DrackenEisen armor made them practically invulnerable. Twenty thousand men became Five thousand, and Montague felt he had to surrender or we would all have died. We were taken prisoner. Montague kept his head high, and we were all encouraged. Eventually the Montainge government ransomed us all, except Montague. He was left behind...alone...at his own insistance. I have never met anyone like him, commoner or Noble. He exemplifies everything that is good about being Montainge, about being human. His courage comes from his heart and his steel. He has no magic to aid him. He is the one man I would risk my life for... He stopped when he realized he had gone on futher than he had intended, But I am sure m'Lady is not interested in my humble opinions on such a matter. Why do you ask about General Montague?
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria eyed Valroix carefully, trying to read his expression, the way he held himself, everything. Her lips quirked up into a small smile as he spoke of his time with Montague, fighting along side him and for Montaigne. She was more than impressed by his story and from his tone, she had no doubt that everything he said was the truth and not some elaborate fabrication. Everything shed been told about this swordsman was holding true, if only his overall manner could be improved. Though, she had to admit he showed promise. He cleaned up rather well. Her eyes lingering on Valroix a little longer than shed meant, she turned away and heaved a sigh. Your story is indeed impressive, sir. I admire you for your bravery, for following such a man. She paused a moment. But my business with Montague is my own. Youve not earned the right to know it as of yet. Her pale eyes flashed, a hint of what she was reflecting from them for a mere instant before she blinked it away. Alexandria smiled just then as she recalled all aspects of her dream, not just the more heated moments that made her skin flush a deep shade of pink. She wondered if she dare test it, trust in her abilities and let fate fall where it may. To earn such a right, not to mention your payment, you must indeed prove yourself to me. Words are just that, but actions will let me see the full truth behind what youve said. If you are and can do as you claim, then what Ive to ask of you shouldnt be too difficult. Alexandria looked at Valroix carefully. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. Theres a man staying at the temple in the center of town, a terrible man. Hes strong, powerful, guarded. And wealthier than you can imagine. She paused a moment trying to gage Valroixs thoughts so far. If you can get through his guards and strike him down, we can negotiate your price and Ill even see to it that you receive a portion of his wealth after hes fallen. Do we have a deal, sir? Alexandria stared deeply into Valroixs eyes just then, desperate for him to say yes, to accept her offer and strike down the man staying at the temple. Her half-brother. Marcus. She wondered if hed be angry when he learned who his target was, assuming he agreed to her request in the first place. She hoped not for Marcus truly was a malicious man and she needed to break free from his reins, his wrath. Never again did she want to endure another moment of him hurting her, holding her back, not letting her live her life.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Before Matthew can answer there is the sound of clapping. A shadowy figure in the mist, and a voice she knows all too well. So dear sister, this is your plan. You mean to hire a common swordsman to do me in. I shall strike you down and finally be rid of you and the filthy Fey blood which infects you. It is her brother of course. Matthew smells a rat, and lookes about. He is correct of course, as six men emerge from alleyways which connect to theirs. Common ruffians, Matthew is not ammused. It seemed she blinked and he was holding his weapons. He moved as he had in her dream, like a ballet dancer. His motion is so fluid and precise, he makes the six look like children. His speed and skill are unparalleled, and her brother recognizes him, calling him by name. The sneaky coward drawes a pistol and aimes it at his sister, I will be rid of you this day! He fires, but it seems that Matthew is less disreputable than he would like others to think. He steps in front of the bullet, which catches him high on his left arm and spinnes him around to face her. He droppes his Main Gauche' in the process. Coward! Matthew spat the word out as he turned again. He favored his left side, which was bleeding profucely now. It is cutomary for a swordsman to announce his presence, and even bleeding, Matther seems intent on living up to custom. I am a swordsman, sir, and I am here on a commission. His words give her brother time to draw his own steel, and charge Matthew. Even without his left hand, and down one weapon, her brother is no match for this man. Her brother's sword finds no purchase, and yet Matthew's weapon cuts him several times, before finally taking the killing stroke, a slash with the tip of his blade which opens a long red line on her brother's throate. He dies in less than a minute. Matthew stands readied until her brother exanguinates, and then drops to a knee. He uses his weapon to steady himself, keeping from falling over completely. He is a proud man, and would never show weakness, but the blood tells a different story. They will need someplace anticeptic where she can dress his wounds. There is a storefront nearby...
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo She is able to purchase her needs and returns to him quickly. He has removed his jacket, and torn away the sleeve. There is an evil hole in his bicep muscle, which is larger than it appeared in his clothes. He grimaces as she returns. What he had done had been on instict, he just moved to stop someone else from being hurt without thinking. He noddes, but has gone a bit white himself now. The bullet must have nicked an artery or something for there to be this much blood, not a major one, but it is nicked all the same. He manages to find the strength to smile, Did I pass your test, m'Lady? He laughes at his own joke. He can walk well enough, but his left arm is turning blue below the wound, she must stem the bloodflow soon. They return to the Inn, and all eyes turn to them as they enter. Someone said they heard a gunshot, and Matthew seemed to have taken the worse of it. Someone else laughs and says next time someone hires you, make sure they aren't armed. He laughs along with them, but tells them she didn't shoot him, her brother did. This illicites uproarious laughter from the group as they think he is joking. Upstairs in his room he collapses in the bed, all his strength is used. He seems to be hallucinating now as well, Monica, how good of you to come to me in my hour of need. Tell your father I am sorry that I could not protect your brother. It wasn't the Ussurans that killed him. It was the Eisens. I am so sorry, forgive me... He passes out from bloodloss. He is in her power now it seems.
Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria helped Valroix up so that they could head back to the inn. Given the way the man was bleeding and the color his arm was slowly turning, she needed to get him there as fast as she could. It appeared to her that hed nicked an artery and that needed fixed sooner than later. Did I pass your test, mLady? Valroix asked, making Alexandrias pale eyes go wide. He had to be joking! At a time like this? Her mind completely preoccupied over Valroixs bleeding and his wound, one that he received because of her, Alexandria just scowled and muttered, Of course you did. Come on. Quickly, Alexandria escorted Valroix back to the inn and up to his room. Upon entering the establishment, however, all eyes had turned to them. A few of them mumbled about gunshots and joked about his hire. But she ignored the commentary and concentrated on getting the man up to bed, where he belonged at the moment. Valroix all but collapsed onto his bed as soon as he entered the room making Alexandria worry all the more. Immediately, she went for the items she purchased at the shop, getting them together and ready so that she could tend to his wound. Monica, how good of you to come to me in my hour of need. Tell your father I am sorry that I could not protect your brother. It wasn't the Ussurans that killed him. It was the Eisens. I am so sorry, forgive me... Valroix suddenly says before passing out all together. Alexandria gasped audibly. Valroix had to be hallucinating now. He knew who she was and her name wasnt Monica. She wondered who the woman was. Trying to push Valroixs statement to the side, for now, Alexandria began working on his wound. She removed the bullet and cleaned the blood away from the marred area on his flesh. Once clean, she managed to stay the bleeding with some heavy wet cloths before stitching up his skin and covering it with clean, dry bandages. She was rather pleased with her work, no to mention both relieved and happy to see his arm regaining its normal color once again. Blinking and then heaving a soft sigh, Alexandria placed a blanket on top of Valroix. She then put a cool, damp cloth on his forehead and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. Across the room, there was a chair. So she dragged it over to the bed so that she could sit next to him as he rested. Alexandria took Valroixs hand in hers. Thank you for freeing me, she whispered before she finally sat back and let sleep overtake her.