The Viscountcy of Twistforest

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The Viscountcy of Twistforest

Post by Ella » Fri Sep 06, 2019 8:13 pm

So far north! Ella huffed silently to herself as she read the parchment with the news of her new Viscountcy. It was practically in the northern mountains. Truly she was grateful to the King for the elevation, but why sooooo far north? Ella had long lived in milder, warmer climates as her body temperature was by nature colder. The witch often complained of a chill even in the warm months of summer. For this reason, she could nearly always be spotted wearing long, warmer clothing or lounging in a fireplace, or even sitting by herself with colorful magic flames dancing across her fingertips. But now she was to move to the northern country where cold winds could still be felt in summer, particularly at night. Still, Ella would be sure to thank the King for his graciousness. Smiling for a second, she recalled how she had ended up with her barony. She had already been serving as Mayor of Fenia City. The King had called her a Lady to which the fiery witch promptly replied, "I'm not a Lady!" And then suddenly she had a barony thrust upon her. That was certainly one way to get your point across, Ella had thought at the time.

But a week later, her belongings had all been packed up from Westhollow Manor and moved to the estate within the Viscountcy of Twistforest. Ella did not bother traveling with her belongs, instead simply moving through the shadows to the large house. The estate had been cleared of the local twisted trees that sprawled in dense forests throughout the region. There were large stone walls that kept back the dense forest. There were several gates that lead off from the grounds, however, the main gate was connected to the house via a long drive. Ella walked alone up the drive, admiring the stone edifice. It was rather lovely, she had to admit — even if she could feel a certain coolness in the air that was not prevalent in Fenia City.
❋ Viscountess of Twistforest ❋ Mother of Rosalie ❋ Fire Witch ❋ Councilor of Fenia ❋
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Re: The Viscountcy of Twistforest

Post by Ella » Mon Sep 09, 2019 3:49 pm

The first few days at Twistforest Court were rather uneventful. The servants there helped Ella get situated into life at Twistforest. They showed her around the house and around the grounds of the estate. There was a large library with shelves upon shelves of books that Ella's daughter Rosalie was simply overjoyed about. The unorthodox child had a thirst for knowledge unlike anything Ella had seen before — save for Chronicler #2873, a golem that recorded everything It observed or was told. Rosalie spent many hours in the library, wanting to read all the books in one go.

"Careful," Ella had warned the girl who was greedily perusing a large and rather old leather-bound volume. "If you read it all right away, you will have nothing to read later."

"That's not true, there is always more to read. Stories, histories, lessons. Always more. Besides, I can always reread them later."

Ella had merely chuckled at her daughter's words and instead ventured outside the home to the gardens. The fiery witch slowly made her way along the path of the garden until she stopped at the rose bushes. They were her favorite flower: their scent, the soft petals folded together at the end of a thorny stem. Perhaps it was cliché but they made her happy, and that was all that really mattered, wasn't it? Bending slowly down to the one bush, Ella reached out a hand. She traced a delicate fingertip along the edge of a vibrant red petal. Then her finger found the point of a thorn. She traced it, gently as to not cut herself. He who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose. Ella had heard that once somewhere.
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Re: The Viscountcy of Twistforest

Post by Taliesin » Sat Sep 14, 2019 11:59 pm

There was nothing religious about Taliesin, but he was very keen on letting the gods decide his fate. Dice was his favourite game, and he couldn’t live without a wager. He was never one to wager gold, though, he would only ever wage his livelihood.

Much to his misery the gods of dice had recently frowned upon him, and so he would be sacrificing a week of his life as a cook to some witch.

She was the finest witch that Taliesin had ever met, and not a shame to associate with at all, unlike every other witch Taliesin had crossed pass with. All the witches Taliesin had met in life were troublesome rebels. Ella only seemed like a powerful lady keen on the drink. Just a normal human, really. Nothing troublesome about her.

If the dice gods had felt differently, Taliesin would be learning some of her witchy secrets instead of treading to her place with a sack of flour on his back. It was going to take a lot of flour to make it through the week, and more than that… Taliesin had no way of knowing what Ella’s estate had in it’s cellar, so he made sure to have the essentials. Over his shoulders, and balanced on the sack of flour he had strapped on his back, was a stick with pounds of onions and carrots stuffed into bags on both sides of it. All of his knives were strapped to his belt, along with several pouches of salt and seasoning.

More important than anything else Taliesin had brought was a portion of the living dough he had always kept with him since leaving home. Gerald, Taliesin called it.

He had kept the sourdough alive since arriving in these lands years ago, and always had a piece of Gerald under his tunic and over his heart. Gerald had a couple of relatives that friends of Taliesin's had taken to looking after, but the Gerald that Taliesin had was the only real Gerald.

Taliesin could make do with some flour and dough, but he promised Ella a weeks worth of cooking, and there was a lot more to cooking than baking bread. He would have to show her stock and stews, how to tear apart a chicken, how to make meat last, and plenty more if he wanted to provide a weeks worth of learning. How could he do that with the lot he had? He still didn't have celery, and making any stock without celery was heresy in his books. But celery just wouldn’t keep on a journey like this! He would need an extra pair of hands if he was to bring chickens, or any livestock for that matter, and he had no extra hands. So Taliesin was forced to go to Twistforest with only half of the essentials. Still, he had two of the best vegetables known to any creature and enough flour to keep his dough alive.

Knowing that pack mules had it worse than he, Taliesin made his way to Twistforest Court.

It was a smoother road than he was expecting to traverse, and he made it to the estate long before sunset. He stepped up to the front door and kicked it heavily twice, not wanting to risk unbalancing his load by knocking.

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