A Colborn And His Book

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

 

 

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5th of Malin’s Welcome 1542

 

I write today upon hearing that a family known as “The Mallisters” may know about the past of which my family is connected to, I am to take my horse to their lands in an attempted meeting. I met a man known as Dorian a few days prior he mentioned the past and he is the one I am in hope of meeting. I did not dwell long as both my hands were needed for the journey now writing as I stand outside their keep which is currently still being constructed. It was silent, a tad surprising as I had heard their family was many in numbers now living in Lorraine. Dorian the man of which I had met before, from recent news I gather he had acquired the title of Baron in these lands and that much seems true.

 

I took a step towards the arching entranceway it was with excitement and curiosity that I inched closer and closer until but a inkling from the door. I reached forward ready to knock as the door flung open barely missing my hand, well not flung but at least opened. I looked in expecting a man or woman even perhaps a servant but I saw none before looking down. There below a child but not a shade taller than my leg stood, more than likely seven or eight of years passed. I looked at him and he at me I held my book tidily tapping its cover, it was not before long he asked me what I needed or had come for. I cleared my throat finding that I had lost my track of thought before I simply answered his calling, making it but very clear I had come to talk about history long past before my birth. The young child introduced himself as Jonathan, Jonathan Mallister the name was kept in my mind as I made sure to remember it and his face. I quickly bowed curtly to him speaking my own name that of Eirik Colborn, I did not mention my rank or titles I am not one reserved by such and people may make their own perspective of me that way rather than that of my value politically.

 

I pondered for a while the young boy asked me a few questions as I answered them, they were not much to note so I decided not too. I asked to come in and the boy made it clear none of his peers were available, I thought that perchance one of them came by I could as they say dwell within the vicinity a tad longer. So as we ventured through the heavy barred wooden doorframe we entered their hall, a table ornately decorated with a few chairs sat around it was within, it was but one of the many sights I was met with. I sat down resting my book gently onto the table making sure not to scratch its surface. With a swift motion I rested my hand upon its cover looking to the young child sitting in his chair which was a tad too large. It was too my very surprise I heard the clapping of boots against floorboard behind me, I was under the impression that other Mallisters had arrived but to further surprise me it was Uncle Osgod. He explained himself and it would seem that he had the same intent as me, I am not surprised afterall my uncle is a man worthy to note for many reasons but none the less.

 

I leaned back over the table and slowly opened my ornate black book, slowly leaning back I opened up a bag on the belt which rested around my waist taking out from inside a charcoal quill. I flipped a good three pages before finding a empty spot needed filling, I started writing onto it as my uncle sat down talking to the young boy. I wandered deep into thought recollecting the moments past writing about things transpired. As time passed I ended up feeling a feeling I can only describe as a hole dug upon my very skin, I looked up and to my side noticing Jonathan’s stare. The child seemed infused with interest upon my quills stroke across the parchment. I smiled as a part of me thought he was not much different from myself. It was however not long until he noticed my gaze as such he quickly mentioned how he himself was an avid writer, having written a few things himself. I liked what I saw in him as a writer to another I made sure he was to be encouraged.

 

Having dwelled long my uncle rose to his feet saying farewell, I decided to follow as we departed the lands to return at a later date.

 

 

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11th of Malin’s Welcome 1542

 

We, being me and my stalwart uncle Ser Osgod made our way to the lands of Lorraine for the intended purpose of warding a son of the family known as “The Mallisters”. Both of our families have history in the past it was not long before we arrived at their stellar clandestine keep, knocking upon its barred doors. It was but a few moments before a drunken figure opened the door. Browned hair and a slimmer physique than most I had never met him or seen eye to eye but they were an aquan blue. I suppose it fits one that bears those colors for his masterful family.

 

I pondered what seemed like an eternity while tapping my book, not long after in a span which was in reality but a few moments I noticed young Jonathan, the young child I met upon my last meeting within the keep. The very child I from recollection knew was the youngest Mallister, it was more than likely him of whom we would ward. I gave a swift singular nod as I held my book close, my uncle stepped inside and I followed seating myself beside him. I put my book down as carefully as I could this very book which I write within now. As the two men my uncle and a man we now know as Josiah Mallister started talking I drifted quickly to my book. It was a common occurrence for me, I often found myself lost in my own mind and the inner workings of the parchment which I wrote its contents upon.

 

Like lightning in the middle of night, I was quickly taken out of my trance by young Jonathan, he prodded me for attention. He had written a poem since I was last here a work he clearly was proud of, asking if he was allowed to hand it to me for the intent purpose of reading. I of course accepted, books are my forte and no matter the quality every insight into those around me is widely acceptable. I read it with interest a poem about the workings of the heart and their mechanization. I quickly found some grammatical mistakes but the child was but ten years of age, not too surprising for such a young yun to make such a simple falsetivity in his works. I handed him his book with a smile quite proud of him nearly as if he was my younger brother, with strongly encouraging words I told my enjoyment of the poem the boy seemed disappointed but no matter. I shared my honest thought and even helped him see the misspelling in the text as a given.

 

I looked up hearing my name, my uncle had spoken it to the man which quickly stood up still under his drunken state. He said that the guardian was the only one who could make the decision. I quickly assumed it was the wardship of which he referred to, it seemed my uncle had a hard time getting through to him a saddening thought to say the least. I know not much of my uncle but he is clearly capable to be a notable teacher, I thought to myself in a spare few moments. The man walked out as another came downstairs I quickly turned to face him, I was rather surprised it was a man of which i’d met before a certain Dorian Mallister his current speech and outwardness completely different from last we’d met. I suppose with his new title may have come a lot of stress having newfoundly been granted Riverhold in Lorraine as his Barony.

 

With a sigh and a leaning into his larger decorated chair of wood, he seemed less than interested or perchance troubled of the concept. I knew naught as I simply looked back to my book writing the few things that had transpired just before as to record these events. I found myself smiling innocently not aware of what was happening around me once again. Notedly I have come to see that their family is a diverse one having many a color of hair and eyes, it is clear to me that they must be of less than pure Highlander decent. Naught that I deem such things a lesser value or virtue but more so interesting to myself for my observation. I suppose I might ask them about such upon a later time.

 

I looked up as it seems my uncle had given the young child a ultimatum, oh GOD may the moments past have flown without my notice. I do suppose such things are a given as my incentive in writing this was quite focused. The child confused and dazed as young Jonathan reverted to trusting his guardian, saddening I suppose but he is but ten barely able to make such a life changing choice on his own. I suppose it is what it is, something dropped into my silky net of a mind that mere moment, I shall refrain to mention it here but I do note it was of particular interest. I take to my trusty quill once more finishing the page within this mostly blank book, I feel content having given more filler to a work which is very much being worked upon.

 

 

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2nd of The First Seed

 

The North was slowly coming to life once more as plants sprouted forth from the melting snow, it was a transformation all too familiar and filled with work both from nature and humans. As the reason to why I write upon this day well my mind is clouded with thoughts. I have noted a place called Riveryn in the vicinity upon my lands, I have not often been a man of politics but I know that as a person of stature I am expected to engage and converse. So with a lump of a knot building in my stomach I have taken the initiative, we have been invited to the feast upon celebrating the new Riveryn castles finished construction. I was intentively curious and interested I will not lie, mostly as it would give me the chance to meet the Fourniers. I know little of their kind or culture my family had been killed in The Dukes’ War by their predecessors. I was too lie if I could say I was not afraid, I had heard tales of the war and many know personally of the rivalry which exists between the parties. I however have a strong belief in humanity in their gift of moving on and kindness, having talked with and gathered Kamila Vladov, Osgod Colborn my uncle and Ulric Tiberan we ended up venturing the not so far distance further south of my lands. Upon seeing Riveryn I was curious and positive to find it very Highlander in foundation.

 

We made our trek towards the slightly larger than average keep which in many ways however was beautifully architectured.

 

I fell into deep thought for a moment as I awaited the rest to make their way to my side, a man by standing beside of the castle doors simply said we were allowed to enter. I came out then from my state noticing it was time to move and not think. With a good stride to my step I entered within, my uncle and Kamila seemed little but entertained to what they saw, it matters not I suppose. I stood within a hall, it was not large nor small but eloquent none the less. Its wooden interior calming and well expressed, I could hear talking from beyond the framework behind another pair of doors it nearly felt like a beaconing for me to go in. I was nervous as I stepped towards the doors the few steps feeling like many leagues into the distance, asif I was looking at the horizon then trying to reach it. My heart kept on beating quickly as my hand gripped the doorknob and with a gentle push forward it opened, inside was a room filled with people and the talking of which was plenty abruptly came to a halt. I stepped into the room peering about as I state in voice to the group within how packed the room was, I made my way to a cramped space on the longway stool seating myself. It was not pleasurable but I made naught a huff about it, Kamila and Osgod seemed less than interested to sit but I tried my best as we squished ourselves into that small space. My focus bounced back to the awkward silence that had ensued, like breaking the thin ice layered on top of all of us sticking us in place a figure furthest to the back cleared his throat. He spoke out inquisitively in a tune clearly trained in the tongue of noble politics.

 

“What brings you here to our lands?”

 

I could feel a cold sweat running up my spine, but I knew that I must remain strong I nor my kin was known for weakness. In my thoughts I quickly encouraged myself making sure a fiasqo was not going to bear down upon us today. In my mind I thought of any feet licking comment or the sort that would be valued at this time to garner his favour, I was lost for words not in reality but rather in my quick thoughts as I felt I was reducing myself to sub par standards. I was no snake or man of false words, Colborns speak their mind and they do so truly from their heart in honesty. The mere moments were quick asif no time had passed, I simply answered that I had came to meet my neighbours and get to know their acquaintance as such was the truth. It would seem the room was tense, nearly asif filled by the woodland campfire smoke a thick unbreathable one at that. I noticed a few unwanted looks from the retinue within, some towards Ulric, others towards Kamila. The man excused himself and his company he had seemingly noticed the situation that was at hand. The air kept itself stale but we both engaged in a conversation, I kept my mind focused on him rather than the rest of which happened around me. We introduced each other, his name was Ser Aymer Fournier and I was Eirik Colborn I know such need not note. But in the future upon my death whomever inherits the Colbornian will, must have the details straightened and in order. Now I shall continue for this very well may have put a spur in the events of which I wish to tell.

 

We spoke long and steadily of the lands and the past, he was adamant in making it clear he was a man with no prejudice against us highlander or adrian folk. It gladdened my heart as that is what I hoped, for too long had this struggle persisted through the generations. It was with a reaction from his retinue we snapped out of our social state, Ulric had made some advances towards Aymers daughter a person I still to this day barely know. She was the quiet type none the less Ulric was prompted to leave, notedly I saw a gesture from a man across the table one of his servants leaving so with a lean and a whisper, knowing both Kamila and Osgod did not enjoy their stay I prompted them to leave as well if per chance things escalated outside. With their exit I was left alone within with the Fourniers and their ilk, though the room may aswell have been empty as it ‘twas but me and the good Lord Fournier that spoke.

As a lot of time had passed we had found ourselves at the top of the castle, a pyre constructed above with stools placed about its circumference. We talked here once more but the silence persisted, the only difference the gaze and movements of his daughter. It was interesting, I know naught what she thought to herself but in her I saw someone trapped or kin to what existance i’ve had for long. Nay I thought to myself if I were to comment upon it perhaps it would be seen as an unwanted advance, I did after all not know how southerners reacted to such comments but the father was clearly overprotective so I refrained. It was with peace in my heart but not my mind that I left them, having cleared one of my fears but created a plenty of things to think of in the future. For now I look towards the horizon knowing I have just taken my first steps into this world of nobility and politics, perhaps one day things shall be different.

 

 

 

Link for those who wants to read it that way. ( https://docs.google.com/document/d/1okcfIwDdAyF5h-TDAvh-gQN743AMb7pYha-J5bjJZN0/edit )

 

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