Reaching the city, Chorinna ran to close the gate herself, at the same time calling to the oddly absent guards to do so. Eleanor, helping, watched the pursuing soldiers
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, and, with nowhere to retreat, dove into the mud on either side of the low bridge to avoid being hit by it. The soldiers behind them likewise scattered, trying to steer clear of the raging beast as it ran toward them. Eleanor grabbed Chorinna’s wrist and tugged, “This is our chance. Get to the gate!”
Suddenly, a bellowing bull charged down the road. Eleanor calmly watched, and Chorinna turned to run.
A few of the soldiers stopped for a moment to exchange glances. Then, they laughed, and kept advancing toward the two unarmed women.
Eleanor bowed her head, closed her eyes, and seemed to be whispering to herself. “This is not the time for prayer,” the magistrate said, trying and failing to take an intimidating stance. “Stop!” she shouted at the soldiers, “Dacqoise is a sovereign territory of Plouffe, and I am its échevin! You will stop and tell me what your business is here.”
“To the gate!” Chorinna shouted, to no avail. The three of them would need to get there before the enemy and seal it. That’s when she heard another horse galloping, this time, behind them. Turning her head, she saw a huge black stallion, with a raven-haired rider in black armor mounted upon him. She was racing right for them! The magistrate grabbed the tradeswoman’s arm, and tackled the Constable to the side of the road.
The magistrate grabbed the tradeswoman’s arm, and tackled the Constable to the side of the road. All three landed in a pile, two of them dumbfounded to the meaning of this action, until the horse charged right by them. Clarabelle gave Chorinna a thankful nod, when she realized the horse would have run them down. But now, th...
2019-05-27 07:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostAs I make more art, the pace is picking up.
We are about to be rewarded by letting characters develop and being patient for the "good stuff." So much fun coming our way. I say "we" as aspects of the story are fleshing themselves out with the renders. Some nice surprises for me, as well.
2019-05-26 21:49:02 +0000 UTC View PostAt least a couple dozen could be seen by now; they carried no banner with them, but an all-female army of soldiers and conquistadoras in dark armor strongly suggested to anyone listening to local rumors, that, as the crown had feared, sisters Foxglove had arrived. Lorraine was quite far ahead of them by now, but for some reason, she wasn’t shouting to raise the alarm. Riding directly to the gate, she dismounted. Clarabelle tried shouting to her guards, but it was useless as they were too far to hear he
I know you only see three soldiers here, these are the ones in front.
2019-05-26 07:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe advancing troops were gaining on them. Instead of moving at a marching pace, these were running, to make best use of the element of surprise.
Coming scenes
Within a week, there will be plenty for those who think my characters are too much on the curvy side. For those who think they're just right, never fear. I have plenty of what I do best.
2019-05-25 23:35:04 +0000 UTC View PostBefore anyone else could act, Lorraine had slipped the constable’s grasp, jumped a small fence, and mounted a horse that she kept next to the cows. “I’ll ride on ahead and warn them!” she shouted as she rode away. “Wait!” shouted Clarabelle, running after her until she reached the horse. Then, turning to the others, she said, “We need to get inside the walls. Now!”
While she was contemplating, Eleanor screamed. “Soldiers!” “They aren’t ours,” said the constable, loosening her grasp on Lorraine to shield her eyes from the midday sun, “Someone has to warn our guards. Get back as quickly as possible! Sound the alarm.”
Now we have the catalyst for some action!
2019-05-24 09:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostEleanor broke the awkward silence that ensued, “I think it has something to do with my questioning her about her visitors.” “Visitors?” “Yes, foreign types, shady-seeming ones, that ride across the borderlands, usually late at night. They don’t stay long.” “You shut up!” Lorraine called out. “Are you running a brothel right here in our town?” Corinna asked. “Yes, that’s it, a brothel,” Lorraine responded venomously. Corinna raised an eyebrow as she couldn’t tell if the dairy maid intended irony.
“Look, this isn’t what it looks like!” “Constable, please escort Lorraine back to your office.” “And Eleanor?” “We’ll keep an eye on her for a while,” said Corinna, then turning to Eleanor, “but it’s clear that this was just a setup. Why would you do this, Lorraine?” Lorraine looked down at the ground and spat, the saliva landing dangerously close to the magistrate’s shoes.
Passing it under her nose, she sniffed its contents. “vinegar.”
Lorraine stepped back, but the magistrate looked her in the eye. “Put your arms out.” “I milked the cow right in front of you! How could I get something by your watchful-“ “Put your arms out. Now. Or I’ll have the constable do it for you.” Lorraine put her arms out in front of her, and Corinna felt around her wrists and forearms. Feeling a lump on her right wrist, she reached into her sleeve, and produced a small glass vial, recently emptied of its contents.
Things are about to get more interesting around here. We haven't had enough skin yet, lately, have we?
2019-05-20 08:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post“Wait!” Eleanor called. Everyone stopped and looked at her. “Up her sleeve.” “You be quiet!” “Check up her sleeve.”
(Unrelated) Lauren 5
The door won't lock, so she's bracing a chair to try to prevent anyone from catching her nude at her party.
2019-05-19 04:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post“That milk is sour, alright!” she said, turning her gaze on Eleanor.
Arriving at the farm, she brought Eleanor to where the magistrate and her accusers were looking at some of the cows. In a pen nearby, a bull bellowed. Lorraine produced a bucket, sat on her milking stool, and started milking the largest of the cows, as the magistrate watched with interest. Within a short while, she had filled the bucket with enough milk. Dropping a ladle into it, she offered it to Corinna, who demurred, gesturing to the Clarabelle.
For her part, Eleanor followed without further protest. The constable was a large woman; she had been taller and heavier than all the other girls growing up. This, and her freckles had been the subject of ridicule and teasing in her youth. Now, she filled out a soldier’s mail hauberk and enforced the laws of the land. No one was laughing at her anymore, and she liked things that way.
“The court will reconvene on the Lowry farm in one half hour, to contemplate the evidence. Clarabelle, escort Eleanor.” The constable nodded, and gently took hold of the accused’s wrist.
Corinna thought for a moment. “No, indeed, it isn’t, but if the accusations about the cows are true, then the witchcraft law, though outdated, must apply. But if this is a baseless accusation, Miss Lowry, then you’ll spend a day in the stocks for wasting the court’s time again.” “Then come to my farm, and see for yourself. The cream is coming out already sour. It’s witchcraft, I tell ye,” said the farmer, a tall, thin woman in a white dress with a blue apron.
Unrelated (Lauren 3)
As I promised, I'll throw in some renders to tide us over while the fantasy story is developing to the "good stuff."
My friend Splotch asked for a few renders for his story "Lauren's Little Secret"
https://chyoa.com/story/LAU...
2019-05-13 22:24:39 +0000 UTC View PostUnrelated (Lauren 2)
As I promised, I'll throw in some renders to tide us over while the fantasy story is developing to the "good stuff."
My friend Splotch asked for a few renders for his story "Lauren's Little Secret"
https://chyoa.com/story/LAU...
2019-05-13 22:23:52 +0000 UTC View PostUnrelated (Lauren 1)
As I promised, I'll throw in some renders to tide us over while the fantasy story is developing to the "good stuff."
My friend Splotch asked for a few renders for his story "Lauren's Little Secret"
https://chyoa.com/story/LAU...
2019-05-13 22:23:15 +0000 UTC View Post“Please!” responded the accused, a fresh-faced young woman in a dress with red, black, and white stripes, “ I’m just a simple craftswoman. I know I’m new here, but I beg you to send word to the capital. I am known there, and many will vouch for me.” Corinna squinted and rubbed her forehead. “The charge is so grave, I think we owe her that courtesy.” “Fine, but until then, you’d better keep her locked up.” “It’s not a crime to be a mage,” a voice called out from the villagers below.
.” “It’s still the law, and I demand satisfaction!” shouted the irate farmer.
