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Post by Arch-Mage Relwyn on Feb 23, 2008 9:55:55 GMT -5
Count Reitor and Countess Aotora of Renwyr sat quietly at the table with the other counts' and countesses'. They silently waited for their food to come.
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Post by Sunrise Winddancer on Mar 1, 2008 4:07:02 GMT -5
Sunrise was looking at the gathering from behind, she was of course not going to serve the food, this is what the maids are for, she just wanted to see the look o their faces.
Elegant dressed servants started to carry the main meal, which was the druid's work. First the less important food and then on the central position her. On silver plate was placed carefully shaped pyramid of some kind of white purée decorated with three waterlilies and on the other one was s young hen roast to gold in vanilla flowers. Dryad sow them looking curious on those dishes.” At least that.” She thought and went back to clean the basement. Even if the lords will want to ask about the food they will do that after the meal as the etiquette postulates.
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Post by Arch-Mage Relwyn on Mar 2, 2008 17:46:17 GMT -5
The count, who had not had his lunch, wolfed down his food hungrily. His wife Aotora eyed him angrily.
Did he forget his manners?! The countess of Renwyr thought angrily.
"Ehem.." The countess cleared her throat. "So, Reitor.. Did you make the descision yet? Are we visiting Compaitnyr?" Aotora asked casually.
"Hm? Oh!" Reitor exclaimed. "Yes, yes! That province is mighty fine! I have decided. It will be on Sun's Dawn, 14."
As the count and countess discussed their plans, a stealthy murderer sneaked up to the countess nearby. A silver dagger was in his hands. He was wearing a black cloak and a black robe. The bodyguard of the count and countess didn't see him coming. Good.
In a swift second, the murderer struck the countess inbetween her shoulderblades with his dagger. The guards cried out angrily. The count jumped up out of his chair. And the countess cried out in pain, suprise, and shock.
"Murder! Murder!" The guards screamed, readying their swords to attack the assassin. The murderer ran away outside, and was never seen again. The count was next to the countess, holding her in his arms.
"Henepheilia cried out to her baby.. One by one, the baby skipped steps but never begun.. Two, now... Her husband Cornelius... Worked but did nothing.. Three, get ready, this world is a world of troubles, but there is a light of hope in the darkness.." The count whispered. This was a very, very old lullaby. Most of it didn't make any sense.
The countess peered up at the count. "I am so sorry." She whispered. "I really, really wanted to go on that trip, too.." Then she went limp.
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Post by Sunrise Winddancer on Mar 3, 2008 3:37:40 GMT -5
Sunrise heard the screams she ran up to the kitchen, all were in panic, her instinct led her to the dinning room. When she reached it she found the Lady laying on the floor in blood.without a permission she sat at her and realize she have a broom in her hand. She was furious about leaving the stuff, but ... She broke the broom on half. She closed her eyes and rose hands. Calling up her powers, focused hard and said. "I, the daughter of the moon and stars sincerely ask, heal that woman, do it now, by the power of wind, water and light!" The part of broom lighted and some gusts of wind appeared around the and the Countess. The woman stopped bleeding and the wound started to close. Sunrise gave it a glance and she smiled with relief. The blade that cut the Lady was not the one she knew. However she could not knew if the Countess survived.
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Post by Sunrise Winddancer on Mar 4, 2008 16:43:05 GMT -5
Dryad rose up and said to the nearest guard. "Take care of the Lady and call the medic immediately. Try, if the medical allows to take her to some other place, something smaller, where you will be better able to protect here." Leaving everyone speechless she left the castle.
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Post by Arch-Mage Relwyn on Mar 8, 2008 12:09:18 GMT -5
The count quickly felt her pulse. His face turned as hard as stone as he listened for a few seconds.
"Her pulse..It's so.. light. You can barely hear it." Count Reitor said quietly.
"Lemme see." The guard crouched over the countesses body. "The lady was right. We need to get her to the healer. And quick!"
"It's too late. It's too late. I am sorry, but if we even try getting her to the healer, she would probably die of blood loss during the trip. And then we would even suffer more sorrow of her loss." The countess's steward said.
"So what are we supposed to do?!" The count yelled angrily, jumping up to his feet.
"We can't just stand here like a bunch of half-wits, watching her die! Come on! Who here knows how to teleport?" No one raised their hands. There was silence for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a light glow started to emit from the countess's eyes and mouth, her back arched, and a painful moan sounded through the dining room.
The countess's spirit jumped out of her body, panting. She had died! But this was different. The countess's spirit did not know why she had died that way. Why did her spirit leave herbody that way? Maybe it was the dagger she was assassinated with. Perhaps it was enchanted. Perhaps it made it so the spirit of the assasinated person would never rest. That thought scared her spirit greatly.
The count's eyes watered as he felt her body go cold. He rested his head on her stomach.
Today was melancholy. The countess has died!
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