Blythe Clearing's Story

Patch returned to where his new co-workers where waiting, still holding his severed arm, "T-the master w-will s-see y-you now. P-please f-follow me." he said before turning around and going back to the lord's office. He decided to pass the time by telling them what to expect from their new employer, "N-now t-the m-master can be a b-bit odd." he started before holding up his severed arm, "I-it would b-be b-best if I e-entered first. T-the m-master has a t-tendency t-to throw o-objects a-at p-people, e-even i-if th-they are sh-sharp." he finished as they reached the office door, "M-master, I-I've br-brought them." he knocked before opening the door, although this time Lord Everheart had swung the ax horizontally, taking off Patch's head, "MASTER!!!!" the now severed head shouted in surprise as his body collapsed on the floor, "Ah! Patch, how are you this fine day?" the eccentric lord asked, before noticing that he cut the doll's head off, "Oh my. It seems you've lost your head." he picked up the head before holding it up high and putting the back of his hand on his head, "Alas, poor Patch, I knew him well." he falsely cried before Patch spoke up, "S-sir t-the n-new staff i-is here." the decapitated doll stuttered, his embarrassment was reaching an all time high, "Oh so they are. Well It's a pleasure to meet you all. Now please take poor Patch here and get out of my office." he said with a straight face casually tossed Patch's head like it was a ball, "Oh and Patch? Please show them to the servant's quarters." the doll head only muttered a small 'yes master.' as he was caught by one of the new maids.

As Naffteef stood around waiting for Patch to return, eventually the small floating thing floating next to him began to float near his head before clearing its throat. It introduced himself as Dim Etree in a dry and quiet tone which seemed to get the ork slightly depressed just hearing him. "Nice 'Ta meet ya Dim. Names Naffteef Dakarot, pleasured 'Ta meet ya." He replied in a louder tone but clearly he looked a bit down just being next to him before their conversation was interrupted by Patch who returned and told them that the master wanted to see them.

As they prepared to leave Dim told him he was glad to have this talk before he floated back to the group. As he followed Patch to the masters room, he watched as Patch called out to the master before knocking on the door and opening it only for his head to be separated from his body. He could only watch in slight horror as the poor lad in front of him had been decapitated and was prepared to strike down the master for killing a innocent person, but he noticed something was off and that something was that there was no blood and then he saw something that surprised him. The decapitated head began to talk again like nothing has happened and with that he no longer had the urge to go beat up the master.

"O-oh, um. t-t-take a l-l-left u-u-up here." he started to give directions. His stuttering was more prominent as he was being held, and the fact that he had to stay in this close vicinity until his head is put back on, "I-i-it's a r-r-right up h-h-here." Patch started to think about the new maid's previous question, and to be honest, he was still trying to find a good way describe it. False muscle is more complex than what you would find in a normal body, it's more....malleable you could say. It has something in it that allows for that extra defense, that extra bend, it softens the blow if you will, "I-i-it's a-a-at t-the e-end o-o-of th-th-this h-h-hall, on y-y-your l-l-left." Patch said when they got further down the hall, "Sorry you had to carry me." he muttered quietly, his face, if he had blood, would've been red as a tomato. He really wished the master missed right about now.

Patch thought about the frequency of his master's greetings, "N-n-not r-r-really." he started before gaining a small frown, "O-only o-on Mondays, o-or if th-there a-are g-guests." he sighed as he remembered all the times this has happened. He had to wait for the master to stitch him back together, or to cut his head off again if he put Patch's head on backwards. Those days it took hours, if not the whole day to get his head back on, "H-h-he m-mostly a-aims f-f-for my a-arm o-or l-l-leg."

Patch decided to remain silent, he didn't like to remember the poor staff that where to slow to dodge the master's more, 'creative' greetings on days like this. If he wasn't a doll, than Patch would have been dead fifty times over, even then it was still annoying having to stop anything that he had planed in order to put himself together. After they reached the servant's quarters, Patch decided to speak again, "Th-this i-i-is t-the r-r-room th-that we w-w-will b-b-be sh-sh-sharing." he said, before looking to his bed, "Th-that b-b-bed o-over th-there is m-m-m-mine. Y-y-you c-c-can p-pick a-a-any o-other b-b-bed y-y-you s-s-see." his bed was of average means, the sheets on the other hand where a mix of light purple and a dark-ish pink cloths that where sewn together, and each stitch was of different length the the one after it, "I-i-in t-the d-d-drawer t-t-to t-the left i-is wh-where m-m-my s-s-sewing s-s-supplies a-a-are."

As they arrived at the servants quarters, Naffteef looked at the beds they would be sleeping wrong and even with his very meager intelligence he could already see one problem and that one problem is he was too big for the beds. He just concluded that he should just sleep on the floor since he knew no other way to fit on one of the beds. He grabbed a white sheet off of one of the beds before finding an empty location in the room which was the corner farthest away from the beds, and then he proceeded to sit down in said corner and claimed that spot as his own. He had slept in worse conditions during his time outside and this certainly was better than all of them by a long shot.

"I imagine you have gone through quite a lot of staff." said the girl holding the body.
"Truly a comforting interjection." Amadier flashed her a forced smile. He resisted the urge to turn around and check the hall for the master. He refused to accept the idea that he was afraid of his employer despite the trembling of his wrist. Noting patch's silence, Amadier decided to drop the subject. He entertained himself by finding synonyms for the word courage.

As they reached the room, the others seemed to immediately occupy themselves with finding a bed. He might have been disturbed at the lack of privacy, but the proximity to the things he wanted to taste compensated for that. He watched as Naffteef spread a blanket in the corner of small room. Another thing Amadier noticed is that there were certainly more beds than people. traces of a better time perhaps. Still standing in the doorway he looked around at the different beds until he found the one that seemed lowest to the ground. Whoever had this bed last must have weighed it down considerably. Kneeling down he looked under the bed at the deep shadows before popping up and nodding. Taking the blanket from on the bed he followed Naffteef's lead and spread it at the foot of his bed. He kicked as much of the blanket under it as possible before turning on his heel. Onto other matters.

"Well now that most of us are situated, perhaps we should get to know each a bit more?" Amadier addressed the room.
"Patch, Naffteef," he gestured to each of them respectively before casting a sweeping gesture over himself. "Amadier Pilotzin."
He turned to the two girls and addressed them in his most cordial greeting. He extended a hand as if to receive theirs with a kiss.
"And who might you two fine ladies be?"