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by waysoftheearth » Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:53 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
The afternoon has long waned, and the tea and cakes long vanished before there finally comes a sharp rap at the door.
Footsteps echo in the passage outside, followed by the mutter of voices which soon approach the Great Hall, before Bennug discretely enters and announces:
"You have visitors, Masters," with an efficient bow. "The Mother Superior and her entourage have arrived from the Cloister," and almost before he can sweep his hand the great doors are pushed wide, and Bennug almost has to leap out the way as a great flock of Sisters pour into the space.
There must be at least a dozen of them, and with the hammering patter of their soft soled feet the "Great Hall" is soon packed to capacity and is made to seem modest and cramped.
When the scores (it seems) of nuns in their white habits have tacitly entered with their incense burners, rosary beads and holy symbols abounding, they part a passage between them so that their Mother Most Holy can enter unhindered.
There are a few baited breathes before The Mother Superior appears in the doorway and hobbles awkwardly in, leaning heavily upon a the walking cane she carries in her left hand. Each step she takes seems an effort as she rasps and wheezes her way into the room, chewing absently on her gums as her crystal blue eyes dart to and fro, capturing every face and every detail of the place.
When she at last comes to a stop between the hearth and the table, two of the Sisters immediately unfold a simple chair and hastily place it (and a cushion) beneath her, allowing the Mother Most Holy to unceremoniously plonk herself down without even checking whether the chair is there or not.
She wheezes a few moments longer to catch her breath before leaning forward on her cane to better eye the company members arrayed before her.
"Well now," she gambits "What have we here?"
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]