Talk Of Ghosts and Future Beasts To Train?

Brockhall: Study

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This room is easily the warmest. A fire is almost always ablaze in the

stone hearth, drawing beasts to the armchairs that face the flames. The

floors are carpeted with thick moss and the walls are lines with massive

bookcases, the shelves crammed with volumes upon volumes of badger lore,

regional histories, and accounts of distant lands. At the far end of the

chamber is a great, oak desk. A small lamp sits on the desktop, casting a

soft glow on the ancient, well-worn manuscripts scattered over the surface.

                       *-*-* Entrances/Exits *-*-*

                        [B]adger Lord's [C]hamber

                        [A]nnex

                        [W]ar [R]oom

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Boaz is finishing up and looking over the drawing of the map he has copied, he even made a 2nd copy just in case so it has taken him a little longer to get done, but he is finished now as he double and triple checks it. He places it down and then sneezes and shakes his head, “Dust or...some stupid cold, hate this weather"

Zee walks over with a grin and holds out some sort of drink “Try it..always carry around some around and thar is water here and a way to heat it up, me special cider mix tis for colds. Almost forgot I had it” He chuckles and it echoes some.

Boaz gets it, sniffs it and decides to take a couple sips and then maybe a mistake but a rather large gulp of it.

The mix is something called fire cider, an interesting mix of hot root, onion, garlic, ginger in vinegar and a touch of honey and some other sort of hot pepper like stuff, mixed in a bit of water, it’s only a tablespoon in half a glass but it’s fairly spicy, but for sure will clear any sinus and cold

Boaz right away regrets his decision and at first drinks the rest only to know it’s a mistake and he drank the rest! How could he, he looks in a panic and quickly grabs a water canteen and drinks a good deal of it and coughs “What..what in the seasons!!” He looks at the badger as if this beast is nuts!

Zee grins “It’s called fire cider, old herbal thing from de northlands and somewhat northern Mossflower, who knows other places maybe. Keeps away colds and such.” He tilts his head “Ya ok lad?”

Boaz coughs and sips some more water,”What de…what is in that stuff?” He has to admit his stopped up nose is a lot clearer than before as he shakes his head “Hot root or something? More like death cider”

Zee hmmms and rattles off whats in the mix, and nods “Oh and some honey ta add a little sweet and honey also sooths sore throats, tis ta keep colds and winter illness away or least somewhat”

Boaz makes a face, “Also would keep away vermin” He sits and coughs a little as his throat is still burning a little, “Never offer me that again Sir Zee…” He looks at the two maps he has drawn, copies of the tapestry in the badger lord’s room of Brockhall”I do hope this helps.”

Zee frowns and nods “Course lad” He doesn’t look at the copies as he speaks “I am sure it will lad, not ta worry or worry on me little herbal mixture, I added this stuff to me special tea once, hee heee”

Boaz raises an eyebrow, “I am afraid to ask what that drink is and how much of that stuff do you put in something?”

Zee answers “Tablespoon or two and ya can also just take de tablespoon by itself or just the mix in half glass of something to drink. Ya know me nephew Zork loved hot root…hmms and he rarely got a cold” He smiles “And a drink I make is a tea and ale mix, tis good trust me”

Boaz nods “Sister Zinnia mentioned something about him carrying a small pouch of that stuff around, would put it in oatmeal and veggie soup, one time in October ale..gross if ask me but we all have different tastes and that makes us who we are.” He frowns at the tea the badger mentions “Tea with..ale?”

Zee nods and yawns “So we all will be heading back ta the abbey soon, Abbot Benar has invited me to stay thar and live, I told him I would but will think on it threw winter and have a final answer in the spring, I will still check on me hut in Ferravale also, ya know make sure it’s ok and all”

Boaz blinks “So how DO you stand Ferravale? I mean it’s a vermin village and ya think they would dislike you.” He shakes his head” Well I am sure you be..well safer at the abbey”

Zee tilts his head “I am safe most places lad, I am a fighter..warrior and can use a blade and other weapons, I may be old but I can still fight if needed. Ferravale is rough yes but most don’t wanna mess with a badger”

Boaz shrugs “I am unsure where you would stay in the abbey, maybe dorm hall or some…well guess that would be figured out”

Zee nods ”A simple unused room be fine. I don’t need but a place ta sleep at night, any other time I be up and about de abbey somewhere”

Boaz nods as he looks around and then pulls out a log book of his own and starts to write down some things of the past few days, nothing too major…but then who but a few read the recorder logs, there has been a good deal of stuff in recorder logs that is used seasons from when it’s written sometimes and had been very useful to some at times of need.

Zee watches the vole write and speaks “So..what be ya feelings on ghosts?”

Boaz looks at the badger, ok the badger is nuts..crazy again”Like whom? I have yet to see any ghosts myself, just you muttering in your sleep”

Zee tilts his head “I did wot now lad?”

Boaz answers “Muttered something on the 3 left but 4 return or something other…”

Zee nods slowly, “Oh….yeah…

3 left my abbey that day , but 4 will to my abbey will return

A young one to train I say, for one day with family sword his turn

Train him, teach him you must, one day storm blade wield , it’s not to rust…..”

Boaz blinks “Say what?”

Zee clears his throat, “3 left the abbey that’s Zinnia,Dorarose and Leon…and 4 return, someone is coming back. This someone needs to be trained..and will be someone I pass me blade onto one day. The Blade of the Northwinds Storm, my family blade. Meaning I don’t let it just go ownerless after I am gone, it’s not to rust as most swords do if one doesn’t care for it. A blade of any kind will one day rust, even if in a chest, if it’s not checked on and cared fer, chests can one day rot, and well….ya get the idea”

Boaz leans back, “Some other..badger?”

Zee shrugs “I don’t know lad, I am fairly sure I should of died in that storm few days ago, but I didn’t..that ghost I mentioned…I found an old charcoal drawing..it was Bella of Brockhall, she helped led me here to safety and helped me find young Caleb…I could of just decide to go…leave, but I was told I was still needed, both her and I believe Martin maybe..told me it be a while till the dark forest be letting me inside. So..” He smiles “Guess beasts will have ta get use to me being around a long while”

Boaz says, ”But they would still have to be in your family, even if that means adoption. I know your family right now is Oz and Zinnia right?”

Zee nods “That is correct..me nephew Oz and me great niece Zinnia. Either her maybe or I would have to adopt someone…or Oz would, to be having someone as part of the family and also even think on being worthy to wield that blade”

Boaz says “I guess makes since well guess we find out who it is and stuff when they return in the spring and hopefully all is well for when they do”

Zee nods slowly “I hope so as well lad, I hope so as well”