You stand in the busy outer ward of Castle Anvard, full of people seeing to the needs of king and kingdom. There are market stalls along the outer wall, bustling with merchants and shoppers. Grooms work in the stables, tending to the horses there, and you hear the occasional bark of a dog from the kennels.
The sounds of hammer hitting iron rings out from the blacksmith shop. There are stairs leading to the gate towers on the northern and southern corners of the outer curtain. To the east is the outer gatehouse, and the road leading into the realm of Archenland, and to the west another gate, leading to the inner gatehouse, the inner ward, and the main keep of Anvard.
You can go: Stables <N>, Northern Market <NE>, Outer Gatehouse <E>,
Southern Market <SE>, Kennels <S>, Inner Gatehouse <W>, Blacksmith
<NW>, South Stair <US>, North Stair <UN>
Megren walks through the ward from out of the stables. She is well wrapped up against the winter chill, though it is not especially cold out today, just around freezing.
Dalia makes her way into the outer ward from the inner ward. Seeing Megren, she makes her way toward her. “Megren!” The blue bead on her necklace bouncing up and down as she does.
Megren turns at the noise. “Evening Dalia! Got it off?”
Haft enters the ward from the north stair wearing his scarf.
Dalia grins. “Evening! Yes, I’m quite free.”
Megren asks, “How nice. Any plans?”
Lanisen passes through the inner gate, a half-eaten handpie in one hand, and heads for the kennels. He treads gingerly to avoid slipping on packed snow.
Haft makes a beeline for Megren.
Dalia is thoughtful, “No, I don’t think so. How about you?”
Megren shakes her head. “Sir Darrin was supposed to meet me, but the king asked for him.”
Haft says, “The indispensable man. Not a bad title.”
Lanisen wobbles a bit, corrects, and continues on his way. He takes a bite of his pie mid-slide.
Megren whistles for Lanisen’s attention. “It does make for some inconvenient rescheduling, though.”
Dalia nods, making a sort of frowning disappointed face for her friends sake. I’ve heard there’s a standing challenge between Guards and Knights. Had any snowball fights yet?”
Megren glances at Haft. “Not recently.”
Lanisen pauses at the whistle, and then begins picking his way toward Megren and the rest.
Haft says, “Idle threats keep making their way back and forth.”
Dalia looks around as Megren whistles, waving to Lanisen. “Is there any challenge for the castle staff of Anvard?”
Megren lifts her shoulders. “Did you want to make one?
Haft asks, “How would we reckon each side?”
Lanisen asks, coming into earshot, “Make one what?”
Megren says, “Hey, hello. A snowball challenge.”
Dalia laughs reaching down to grasp some snow and start molding it. “The Snow is quite fresh still, would be a shame to waste it.”
Haft says, “Better declare a side, Dalia.”
Lanisen looks alarmed.
Megren ducks behind Lanisen.
Haft glances at Megren. “So is he your teammate or a handy barrier?”
Dalia looks to Lanisen as if to gauge wether or not he really want to be in the middle of snowball war.
Lanisen raises his eyebrows and his hands.
Megren says, “Whatever keeps me from getting hit.”
Dalia turns to Haft, “It would seem the teams are already drawn up.”
Haft shrugs and stoops to gather some snow.
The Snowball Dalia’s hands looks pretty ready to throw.
Lanisen half-turns to the side to present a smaller target, providing less shelter for Megren.
Megren pulls him backward, glancing behind her in search of a crate.
Dalia tosses her snowball towards Megren, turning and fleeing for her own shelter.
Megren gets smacked in the shoulder while she’s looking for a good place to hide.
Haft grins, forming his own ball. “Well-cast!”
Lanisen skids a little on the slippery ground, ducking his head and shoulders when snowballs start flying.
Megren tugs him down behind a cart someone’s left behind.
Dalia grins, bending down make more snowballs.
Haft exclaims, “Carts aren’t like castle walls! You’re stuck without room to maneuver and you haven’t got the high ground.”
Megren exclaims, “No walls!”
Lanisen looks like he’s not entirely sure how he got caught up in this. He hangs on to his pie.
Dalia spies a barrel and ducks behind it.
Haft neatly sprints to the carts and lobs his snowball over it before retreating.
Megren exclaims, “Ah!”
Dalia laughs, offering Haft one when he returns.
Lanisen looks sadly at his snow-covered pie.
Megren looks down at his hand, then places her hand bravely on his shoulder and rises.
Lanisen blows hopefully at the pie to try to dislodge the snow before his lunch is ruined.
Dalia tosses a snowball towards Megren and Lanisen’s hideout. It probably sails way off course, due to her hiding.
Haft puts some distance between himself and the cart but stays more or less in the open, stopping for more snow.
Megren scoops up a second snowball to that she had been forming during Haft’s attack and she books it across the square., lobbing one in Dalia’s direction and saving the second for when she’s closer to Haft.”
Dalia makes a muffled sound of surprise as she’s hit by Megren’s snowball.
Lanisen stays where he is, though he peeks up over the top of the cart to follow Megren’s progress.
Haft sees Megren approaching and is forced to abandon his snowball in favor of flight.
Dalia gathers more snow to provide cover for HaftMegren ducks her head to catch up to him better.
Dalia gathers more snow to provide cover for Haft
Megren ducks her head to catch up to him better.
Haft looks over his shoulder.
Megren pelts him in the back.
Lanisen looks at the kennel door consideringly, gauging the distance between it and himself, and glances over the top of the cart toward Dalia.
Haft laughs and, as Megren is now unarmed, crouches to scoop together some ammunition, rising again to hurl it, not fully packed, at her.
Megren crouches at the same time, but still takes a full face of it.
Dalia has been ambitiously working and now has a few snowballs
Megren curls into a ball. “I surrender–!”
Haft looks mistrustful of this capitulation, but pauses to brush snow from his hair and shoulder.
Lanisen stands up quietly and carefully while Dalia is distracted and slips out of the cart’s shelter, making for the kennels.
Dalia peers out from her hiding spot to check on Megren, “I accept.”
Megren glances up just long enough to see Lanisen slip into the kennel with his pie mostly intact and looks smug.
Haft catches sight of Lanisen. “Is it deserting if an accord has been reached?”
Megren says, “I’m left to do the bidding of the winners, but Lanisen’s home free.”
Haft snorts. “I bid you fetch us cider. What say you?”
Megren extends a hand. “Fair punishment.”
Haft takes it and helps her up. “I’ll go with you. I ain’t drinkin’ it standing in the snow.”
Megren starts that way, gesturing for Dalia to join them.
Dalia raises dusting herself off and joins them.