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Fontaine's Trading Post

Originally built in, and partly of, an ancient keep, Fontaine's Trading Post has grown to a sizable village. Thriving on the traffic of the Merchant Road, it provides the caravans with food, shelter, repairs, supplies, entertainment, whatever is needed. Weary travellers can also find what they need here; trade is by no means restricted.

Business is also done with the few intrepid, or crazy, enough to attempt to make a living off the Mountains of Dare or Rosewood Forest. Occasionally something strange or remarkable may find it's way out of the wilds, and into the Trading Post.

Travel is via the Merchant Road, where the traveller joins five days ride south of Amenee, Here.

Fontaine's Trading Post March 8, 2006 - 6:47 pm

Cullyn's Blacksmith August 2, 2003 - 8:28 pm

Rosewood Glade Inn and Taverne November 21, 2008 - 3:13 am

Trail East Along the Southern Rosewood February 16, 2006 - 11:36 pm

The Gwyfarin Trade Clan's Bungalow September 2, 2007 - 5:00 am

By Anonymous

Friday, February 17, 2006 - 12:11 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The first part of the Rom caravan arrived at the Trading Post without incident and pulled to a halt outside while they awaited their fellows.

Fontaine was a good sort, but he might have been part Dwarf, for all that he was like to part with coin to be made!

The first two wains paused, then third slowly made its way up.

"What be th' delay, Billick?" said the lead wainman with some crossness in his voice.

"One of th' other wagons broke a wheel. No... it weren't the one with Calser's puppy. It's held them up some is all."

The three looked back, it was still not close to dark, but they were growing more anxious to be within the walls in case the soldiers caught up. It wouldn't do to be caught outside if that happened.

Outside, there was no truce.

By Gaftin Bellworn (Gaftin)

Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 6:34 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Upon entering the ancient looking area Gaftin re-assessed his initial inclination of heading to the trading post and instead headed for the Rosewood Glade Inn.

By Ygraen Odesse Gwyfarin (Graen)

Sunday, September 2, 2007 - 3:47 am GMT | Edit | Link |

OOC - From the Rosewood Glade Inn & Taverne

They were making slow progress toward their respective homes, and as most of the conversation was the blusterings of young drunk fools (with the occasional vow of forever-ness from Richart as he pledged himself to Saina...and Henther....and Graen), Graen had plenty of time to muzzy her own brain full of her current worries.

Of chief concern to her was that perhaps she wasn't ready for her life to take off pell-mell just yet. Traveling was in her blood, to be sure, and it would not be her first time to be apart from her home...but to be out on her own, to rely upon herself solely....these were things she craved and feared simultaneously. And while she wasn't typically paranoid about such dangers as being robbery or rape - suddenly those risks seemed terrifyingly real and nagged at the back of her skull like the insistant pounding on a door by an unwelcome and particularly rude guest.

Am I to go home and cry to my mother as she rocks my head in her lap near the hearth now? Ygraen scolded herself privately.

Henther leaned her drowsy head on Graen's shoulder, and Graen took this moment to distract herself by wrapping her cloak around the poor girl's shoulders. She rested her chin on her friend's head before continuing; while not excessively tall by any means, she still towered over Henther, who stood at about 5 king's feet.

Henther was not a trader's child like the rest of the gang, and would be leaving for a finishing academy for young ladies somewhere on the faraway shores of the continent of Aniada. While Graen envied her the journey, she was most grateful she would not be expected to spend a large portion of her young life learning frivolous things such as the proper way to angle her fan so as to let a gentleman know she was interested.

No, any laddie worth my time will know that freedom's the best way to get the blood running, and if he's that desperate to keep me with him he'll know just how to please me enough to make me want to stick about and settle down. Graen chuckled as she watched Saina turn down Richart's cleaving himself unto her yet again. There was more than just a simple jest behind that - Saina had confided to her earlier in the summer than she had accepted a offer of courtship from Graen's oldest brother, Ygurne, before he'd gone off to accompany their father on the market route. Graen suspected that as soon as she reached Amenee she might just have to turn right back around again to attend a great big bash for their handfasting.

Gorman, Richart....both would follow their papa's tasks of life, but Loimos would have another year or so before he would be hard pressed by their mother to figure out his life plans. And Mama herself was away visiting her Aunt Triski...would be gone for a moon or so while the younger ones were schooled and tended to the house. Everything seemed to be falling into place for everyone else...

They were at Henther's doorstep now, and she left her friend with a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and the promise to write as soon as they both remembered. Next to go was Gorman, and then Graen split off with her brother towards home.

OOC - To the Bungalow of the Gwyfarin Clan

By Anonymous

Saturday, August 23, 2008 - 3:59 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Five Days South from Amenee - Fontaine's Trading Post)

After arriving at the Trading Post in the dead of night, the woman dismounted and secured her horse at a public manger nearest to the tavern.
The village was fairly quiet, though some came and went, passing the woman by. They paid her no mind, but she felt strange in this place though there was nothing unusual about it at all. What was unusual was merely inside her and she knew that it wouldn't matter if it was this village, or the next, because she would feel out of place now wherever she went. Yet despite this, as if to humour herself or an attempt to raise her own now, wearied spirit she said under her breath as she headed for the tavern, "It's... good to be back." Though, it sounded somewhat like a question.

(TO:	the Rosewood Glade Inn and Taverne)

By The Whisperer Between the Worldes (Shadowleaf)

Saturday, August 23, 2008 - 2:41 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

'Anonymous' yew have posted many times all over Upper Noitnetta in the last two days under the alias anonymous, presumably as a character, describing character actions, etc. Anonymous postings should not exclusively be used to describe the passage of characters across the landscape - we have anonymous posting to allow for the enrichment of our storylines by giving some flesh to those nameless folk that populate the worlde as an adjunct to our named folk. A string of anonymous posts describing character actions goes against the spirit of our guidelines.

Two suggestions:

If yew are a legitimate character, please post under that character name and refrain from using purely anonymous posts.

In addition, yer trip across the Rosewood would have consumed nearly two to three weeks of travel time, but it does not appear that yew have much accounted for that in any of the posts I have read to date. Even if we do cross vast distances in the form of a single post, it is not possible for a character to cross the length and or breadth of the Rosewood in a single day or a pair of days.)

I've posted this in a couple places to try to get yer attention - please review our movement rules and the anoymous posting guidelines, thank yew.

If yew have any questions, please do not hesitate to email me: the_shadowleaf@yahoo.com}

Moderator Shadowleaf

By Ellaliaeya (Ella)

Friday, November 21, 2008 - 11:07 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

the Rosewood Glade Inn and Taverne)

Leaving the inn, Ella squinted at the morning sun. The square was not vacant like the night before, but was filled with merchants and travelers alike. It was thriving, business as usual. The crowds annoyed Ella, as it made finding the public manger in the light of day something of a task. Frustrated after being cut off by a fish monger's push cart, Ellaliaeya called out for her travelling companion.
"Lachlan!"

A neighing response.

Hearing the stallion and following the sound of his nicker, Ella pushed through throngs of peasants until she reached his side. For some reason she felt incredibly anxious and scanned the marketplace with suspicious eyes. She couldn't explain it, but Ella felt as though she was not alone and so she convinced herself that she was being spied upon. She patted the stallion at his neck.
"Just a moment boy," she said to her mount, though looking over her shoulder. No one. Just merchants, peasants, travelers.

Ella delayed a moment longer, patting Lachlan's neck again before straying from his side slowly. She moved about the marketplace cautiously, though made as if she were browsing the wares of one merchant and then wares of another. There was a growing frustration, for Ella could not identify the unusual presence.

"All set for yer journey?"

With her hand upon the hilt of her sword, Ella spun round and snapped, "What!"

The friendly merchant who had spoken to her trembled a little, taken by surprise at the severity of Ella's reply. However, the old man behind the cart quickly relaxed and offered her a kind smile.
"Passing through aren't yew? Though, yew know, yew look familiar..."

"Passing through." Ella confirmed, making an effort not to sound too cold as the old man's spritely nature amused her a little though not enough to take her mind off the possibility that she was being watched, followed even.

"Ah! Well, why not purchase one of my travelling kits before yew go? Rations and other essentials prepackaged for the wayfarer's convenience," he said proudly.

This time Ella did laugh.

"Traveling alone m'lady?"

Looking over her shoulder, Ella sighed. She thought, I'm imagining things..., and then turned her attention back to the old man. "I think so," she answered oddly but before the merchant could inquire, Ella added in regards to his proposal, "Alright. How much for the kit?"

"Oh!" said the merchant excitedly, "1 gold or 10 silver depending on whatever yer carrying."

Ella raised a brow, paying the merchant though saying with further amusement, "That's highway robbery, old man."

"I admit, the price is a little steep," said the merchant with a sigh, "Times are rough." Though when he handed Ella her kit he did his best to assure with the utmost confidence, "But my kits are worth it. Everything yew'd need. Packed for two actually! Last a trim lady like yerself a whole month, my word or my cart!"

The merchant wasn't kidding, Ella realized as the bulky package was handed to her. She smirked at his oath. After this exchange, Ella thanked the old man who then wished her well. She began to walk back towards her horse, peaking into the package and seeming impressed by its contents as she did so.

By Sai�n (Sai�n)

Saturday, November 22, 2008 - 1:55 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Sai�n shone brightly in the morning sun, imagining folk were looking at him, just as he looked at them. Possibly, they were looking at his new mistress, too. Possibly. Sai�n could not be sure. But undoubtedly they were looking at him.

He grimaced in his own manner, however, when he heard his mistress call for Lachlan, only to chortle to himself when he realized Lachlan was a horse. A horse! Not a robber. And that meant his mistress was not one, either. Or, at least, it improved the odds that she wasn't. He admittedly knew nothing about her. Oh, well, they'd get acquainted soon enough. But not here. Sai�n hated crowds, as, he suspected, so did his mistress. Something in common, he thought . . .

He felt her sudden tension, and he snugged himself into her hand, anticipating being pulled and perhaps even thrust, but, alas, it did not occur. She rather seemed to like this merchant who had spoken to her, and even a reluctant Sai�n admittedly found the fellow less offensive than most of his ilk. Still, do not sleep with him, the blade willed his mistress silently. Instead, let us be gone from this place. The worlde is so wide! There is so much to see and do!

By Ellaliaeya (Ella)

Saturday, November 22, 2008 - 2:37 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Placing her travelling kit into one of Lachlan's saddlebags, a smile that was on Ella's face quickly vanished as a very much unwanted thought crossed her mind. She looked back at the old merchant man that still waved at her, that is, until he saw Ella cringe. The merchant's hand appeared to freeze in the air, his expression was that of complete confusion. He worried that his customer wasn't impressed with the rations he had packed.

Ella covered her mouth, embarrassed. Then after offering a hesitant last wave, she climbed a top of the stallion and positioned herself comfortably in the saddle. She leaned forward, patting Lachlan's mane as if to reassure the horse of her sanity, whispering into his ear, "Let's... go..."

Lachlan complied, trotting towards the gates, though snorted as though annoyed at his rider who flicked the reigns, urging him to move faster. Not until a clear enough path and nearing closer to the gates would the perlino comply further with his riders request.

Passing through the gates, Ella, shaking her head, would mutter to herself regarding the thought in question, "Just... wrong..." Then wondering why it was that she had allowed herself to think it.

(TO:	Merchant Road: Five Days South from Amenee - Fontaine's Trading Post)

By A Sentient Blade (Sai�n)

Sunday, November 23, 2008 - 12:14 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Not out of any sense of virtue, but more from his desire to be on his way to whatever new adventure might lie ahead, Sai�n was relieved his new mistress did not seem inclined to bed every traveling salesman she met. He wondered, then, as they went, what she had thought was wrong. As far as Sai�n was concerned, all was right with the worlde.

(OOC:

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