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Author Topic: SW IV "Last Charge of the Order of the Fallen" 1675 aS; Summer  (Read 29920 times)
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« Reply #75 on: November 25, 2012, 02:51:48 PM »

"Seldyn!"

Stunned.  That was the only word that described Drea in that moment that the man before her, the man she was sure had died at the bloody claws of an ogre, stood staring at her not more than five peds from the bed.  Was she dreaming?  Were the gods playing tricks on her mind?

"How?  I- I thought you were... that you had...", she could not bring herself to say the word.

Seldyn crossed the distance between her and him in three strides, dropping to one knee and embracing her warmly.  "I'm here.  Don't worry about me, I'm just relieved that you are well.  You have no idea how we all worried about you.  We-".  Seldyn stopped when her finger touched his lip.

Drea then grabbed his hair and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately.  Pent up fears and sorrow were being released in the fervour of this kiss.

Seldyn pulled away for a moment. "Drea, you are ill.  You should rest.  You should-".  Again, his mouth was covered by hers.

Again, Seldyn resisted.  "Drea, we mustn't."

Drea looked deeply into his eyes.  "Make love to me, Seldyn.  Make me forget everything, all the ugliness, even if just for a short while."

With that, he was pulled down onto the bed with her, and the two entwined in a lover's embrace.  And for a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
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« Reply #76 on: November 29, 2012, 07:22:48 AM »

Gilith analyzed his surroundings carefully. Something he seemed to never stop doing. It was however a reflexive movement only and did not last long. For he was not in the slightest worried about anything more than what was on his mind at the moment. News of Drea. He had hardly left where she had been staying so that those blasted healers wouldn't sever her arm.

A little while ago however they told him that she would most lickely be fine and so he took this as an opportunity to gather provisions for his group. He had very little money left after handing over most of it to a man who lead them to a true healer. He used what was left of it to buy food and other things for more travleing.

The thought that the healers might cut off Drea's arm while he was away did not really cross his mind. When one of them had mentioned that he was going to do it regardless of what Gilith said he had made the comment I wonder how you would feel losing an arm and "accidenetly" rattled his sword in it's scabbard alittle. There were no more arguments after this. Or at least none of them took plac while he was within ear shot.

So at the moment Gilith walked the streets with out his armor or weapons other than his sword towards the place where Drea was staying. He entered and found one of the healers mixing a few herbs together in a mortar with a pestle.

He asked him how Drea was and he responded that she was doing well as well and of course assuring him that she still maintained her arm. He smiled and thanked him. There was not much left to do for him so he simply put his things away in the room he was staying in and began to take care of his sword. He applied an oil to it to prevent rust as well as sharpening it. It had seen alot of battle these few days and now that he had some spare time he decided to take care of it. 

After he was done he would make sure to visit Drea and ask her how she was.

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Aye, I've my fair share of scars. Perhaps a bit too many to be honest, decent sign of a careless man. But those don't bother me, they heal, and even if they don't heal right I've always found a way to deal with 'em. The ones I can see at least, the others...the ones inside. They aren't so easy to forget about, they don't heal like the others do. They might heal in a day, a week, a year. Or maybe some like mine, won't ever heal at all. There's no getting past these scars, you can't treat it, you can't cover it up, and you can't find a way around it. But, there comes a day, when you learn to live it, and you stop living in the past, so you can do what your able for the future.

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« Reply #77 on: December 16, 2012, 03:09:40 AM »

Seldyn lay on his back, feeling the warmth of Drea's breath on his chest as they held onto each other in the afterglow of their love making.  Her fingers gently drew patterns on his belly, causing him to flinch every few moments, as the lightness of her touch tickled him.

After one such tickle, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, his lips buried in her damp hair.  "You know that tickles me."

"I know", was her simple but happy reply.

He caressed her shoulder, enjoying the softness of her skin.  He marveled at how a woman so tough, so masculine in her actions, in her ability to battle, could retain so much femininity to drive him wild.  And yet she did.

"I love you."

Seldyn's blood chilled when he realized he had said that aloud.  He hadn't meant to do so; it just sort of happened.  He could tell that it had affected her the same way, as her fingertips stopped drawing patterns on him, and her breath no longer warmed his skin.

"I don't expect you to feel the same," he chuckled nervously, "And I would never fool myself into thinking you could ever say so, even if you did.  I just needed you to know."

Now that it had been said, now that the cork had been loosed on the truth, there was more, and it needed to be said.

"I need to tell you something, Drea, something very difficult,  But, I know you need to hear it."  He paused then cleared his throat.

"I need to tell you the real reason I wasn't killed by the ogre.  I was captured by General Koros three weeks ago.  I had been out on patrol and I was ambushed. He didn't kill me, but he threatened to unless I told him about us."

"No, no, no..." Drea pulled herself from his embrace and turned away from him, her hand going up to her face in horror of what she was hearing.

"Drea, please, I need to tell you.  It's been eating me up inside."  Seldun rolled onto his side and draped an arm over her, pulled her back closer to him, and nested her body against his.  "I can't continue without you knowing everything.  Koros promised that if we gave ourselves up, we would not be harmed.  All I had to do was tell where our cabin was.  I was scared, Drea.  Not for my life, but for yours, and that I might never get a chance to tell you of my love."

Seldyn forcefully turned her over to face him, staring into her swollen red and tear filled eyes. "Drea, I didn't betray us, I did it for us.  For you.  I love you, Drea."

With tears running over her face, Drea nodded.  "I love you, too.  I'm sorry."

Relieved, Seldyn wiped away Drea's tears, even as his own ran down his cheeks.  "Don't be sorry my love.  We can be together now.  The truth is something we share toge-".

Seldyn looked down as something cold and hard pierced his skin.  In Drea's hand, her dagger was protruding from his abdomen.  He looked back to her face.  "I- I did it for you."

"No," she spoke haltingly through tears.  She released the dagger and her hand went to his face, where her fingers gently and lovingly caressed his face. "No, Seldyn, you did it for you; because you are a coward.  If you had done it for me, then you would have died a hero at Koros' hand.  Then I could have loved your memory for the rest of my life."

Drea gently took his head and drew him in so that his head rested against her bosom.  There she she held him and they both sobbed until there was no further movement or sound from him.

She would hold him like that until morning, when the servants would come to attend to her.
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« Reply #78 on: December 17, 2012, 03:53:13 AM »

Claudirea wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stood up and straightened her back. Even though it was still early in the morning, she was hot from digging in the medicinal herb garden. Though it was hard work, weeding and harvesting the herbs, Claudirea took pride in it, as the herbs had saved many lives from the war which surrounded them.

The war. Just the thought of it brought images of her home back in Voldar.  She hoped and prayed that her husband, Captain Norman Graaves, was doing well. The thought of him brought a smile her face, and she absentmindedly played with a gold ring upon her left ring finger.

A high-pitched whine broke her from her thoughts. Lying just outside the garden was a large wolf. It whined again, showing its displeasure at being up so early. Claudirea merely smiled.

"Hush, Luna. I thought you wanted to be outside." She gave a broad smile, which annoyed her wolf companion even more.

A rustle of grass caught both their attentions. Claudirea turned around to see one of the servants running towards her. He was quite out of breath when he finally stopped just a few feet from her.

"Miss Claudirea, come quickly! They....they found....it's Drea, ma'am!" He seemed to not be able to say what he fully wanted to, either because of shortness of breath, or because what he meant was too terrible to say.

"I'll be right there," Claudirea said with a wave of her hand and a nod. She turned to the wolf, who was now standing, it's ears twitching with the excitement in the air. "Luna, take this basket to the storehouse, then wait for me in our room." She held out the basket of herbs towards the wolf, who grabbed it with it's mouth and sprinted off towards an open door.

Claudirea hurried after the servant into another door. Her bare feet pounded against the stone floor, her mind racing. What was wrong with Drea? Had her arm taken a turn for the worse? Surely not, for the infection had been forced out days ago. Last Claudirea had heard, the woman was doing well, and had awaken. Stopping at a small water station, Claudirea quickly washed the dirt from her hands, then took a leather strap and pulled back her dark hair.

She finally arrived at the door, where several servants were standing. They were huddled together and whispering amongst themselves. Claudirea approached them.

"What is it? What has happened?" Claudrea demanded.

One of the smaller female servants spoke. "I was coming in to give her some water and a bit of breakfast when....when..." She stuttered to a stop and her voice faltered. Breaking out into sobs, she covered her face and refused to say anything more.

Claudirea recognized her as one of the new servants. She wrapped a dark arm around her and gently led her back into the group. "Hush now. You don't have to say anything more right now. Why don't you go down into the kitchen and get something to calm your nerves." The girl nodded and ran off through the halls, two of her girl friends following after her. The others stood still and quiet, awaiting what else Claudirea would say.

With a sight, Claudirea opened the door quietly, not knowing what awaited her on the other side.

What she first noticed was the breakfast tray, still where the young girl had dropped it. Her green eyes narrowed when she saw clothes strewn across the floor, men and women's from the looks of it. That brought her gaze up to the bed. With his back facing towards her, Claudirea saw the bare back of a man, lying quite still, upon the bed. She stepped closer.

An audible gasp escaped her lips as she saw the dagger sticking out of his gut. Blood had stained the sheets, though from the color of it, she knew it had happened hours ago. His face was pale, and Claudirea knew there was nothing she could do for him.

"Go get Master Gilith!" she snapped back to the servants. One of them nodded and ran off.

"Are you alright, Miss Drea? What happened?" she asked, knowing that the woman must be awake, due to the clattering of the servant's tray.
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« Reply #79 on: December 18, 2012, 08:05:59 AM »

Gilith heard running up the stairs and the sounds of someone shouting. He could not hear what was being shouted exactly but he thought it was something like "Get the Ranger!" so as a precaution he grabbed his sword which he had slid back into his scabbard.

Then he noticed the voice was calling his name in a more urgent not neccisarily threateningway. "Master Greenwood!" He quickly buckled his sword to his belt and shouted. "In here!" Throwing on his cloak he opened his door to find the face of a nervous healer panting from sprinting up the stairs.

"Come quick its Drea!" He said to Gilith.

Gilith ran downstairs and into Dreas room to find far more than what he had expected. There was Seldyn lying dead covered in blood with a dagger sticking out of his gut and there was Drea lying there next to him covered in his blood.

Shocked Gilith took a few wary steps forward. He slowly approached the scene and pulled off his cloack and put it around Dreas neck.

As much as he did not want to know he asked in a shacking voice. "What happened?"
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Aye, I've my fair share of scars. Perhaps a bit too many to be honest, decent sign of a careless man. But those don't bother me, they heal, and even if they don't heal right I've always found a way to deal with 'em. The ones I can see at least, the others...the ones inside. They aren't so easy to forget about, they don't heal like the others do. They might heal in a day, a week, a year. Or maybe some like mine, won't ever heal at all. There's no getting past these scars, you can't treat it, you can't cover it up, and you can't find a way around it. But, there comes a day, when you learn to live it, and you stop living in the past, so you can do what your able for the future.

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« Reply #80 on: January 20, 2013, 12:00:24 AM »

Drea's mind and body had gone numb.  She sat there in the bed, Seldyn's lifeless head cradled against her.  She was not aware when the morning maid had entered the room and screamed in response to the grisly scene.  Nor was she aware when the healer had entered and sent others in search of Gilith.  She was not even aware when the ranger had entered the room.

Drea did not start to rouse from her catatonia until Gilith's cloak was wrapped around her shoulders.  She turned her head to face the Gondolwenmith, though her blank eyes revealed that she did not immediately recognize him.  Then slowly her wits began to come to her, first realizing her state of undress in a room full of strangers.  She instinctively pulled the cloak closed about her.  She looked at the faces in the room, finally resting on Gilith's.

"Oh, Gilith.  It was Seldyn.  He was the traitor.  He was the one who betrayed us.  There was nothing else I could do."

In the doorway, Reynard stood taking in the scene.  He had come on another matter, but it did not feel right that he would be the one to interrupt what was happening.  Instead, he approached the healer, Claudirea.  "I need you to get her ready.  She has been summoned to speak before the Grandmaster and the Council of the Eldest."  Reynard looked back to the scene.  "I'm sure that what happened here will be mentioned.  I'll have my guards remove the body.  I need to report this."  He shook his head sadly.

Then turning on his heal, he turned and marched from the room.
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« Reply #81 on: January 22, 2013, 09:23:20 AM »

Master Gilith had arrived and had gone to comfort Drea. He covered her in his cloak. Claudirea listened in, then felt embarrassed, as though she should not be listening into a personal conversation. Healers were suppose to be neutral parties. As she stood back, Reynard entered the room and approached her.

"I need you to get her ready.  She has been summoned to speak before the Grandmaster and the Council of the Eldest. I'm sure that what happened here will be mentioned.  I'll have my guards remove the body.  I need to report this."

Claudirea gave a short nod to show that she understood. Her green eyes watched the man as he exited the room. She turned her attention back to the two comrades. It seemed their conversation had come to a break, so she stepped towards them, her bare feet padding gently upon the stone floor.

Clearing her throat gently to get their attention, she spoke. "Excuse me, but Miss Drea has been summoned to speak before the Grandmaster and the Council of the Eldest. I suggest we take you to the next room, ma'am, and give you a warm bath to cleanse you before you go and speak. Master Gilith, I believe we have everything alright here. If you want, however, I can see no reason why you can't wait out in the hall and may escort Miss Drea to the hearing." She gave a small warming smile as if to reassure them that everything was alright now.

She turned and nodded towards the others who were standing in the doorway. They nodded in return and went off to prepare the bathwater. Claudirea grabbed a robe off a chair in the room and handed it to Drea. She then stepped back to give the pair some breathing room, and also to give Drea some privacy as she got out of bed.

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« Reply #82 on: January 28, 2013, 03:15:59 AM »

Gilith kept silent up until he was adressed by Claudirea. He looked over to her and responded. "Aye that sounds alright."

Then as he got up he laid a reassuring hand on Drea's shoulder for a moment. After this he walked out of the room and went up the stairs to grab his bow and a few other things he did not travel without.

He did this quickly and then proceeded down the stairs to waite in the hall for Drea. All the while he was deep in thought over the matter of what would happen to Drea.

He knew that traitors to an army were put to death just as spies were but would they believe Drea? She always seemed to be nervous around that high ranking knight and acted on gaurd at all times around him. He did not think that they liked or trusted eachother. So in the case of them not believing Drea what would he do? Help her escape and become wanted by another military? Lay low and just fade into the forests? Ecape now? Break Drea out of prison before she is put to death for murder?

Most of these were only fleeting thoughts for he had no intention of abandoning Drea. He put his main hopes into Drea being charged not guilty but if she was he thought the first thought he had and the last were the most lickely to happen.
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Aye, I've my fair share of scars. Perhaps a bit too many to be honest, decent sign of a careless man. But those don't bother me, they heal, and even if they don't heal right I've always found a way to deal with 'em. The ones I can see at least, the others...the ones inside. They aren't so easy to forget about, they don't heal like the others do. They might heal in a day, a week, a year. Or maybe some like mine, won't ever heal at all. There's no getting past these scars, you can't treat it, you can't cover it up, and you can't find a way around it. But, there comes a day, when you learn to live it, and you stop living in the past, so you can do what your able for the future.

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« Reply #83 on: February 03, 2013, 03:08:44 PM »

Drea was still in a stupor and barely registered what was happening as a robe was given to her and gentle hands helped her up and out of the bed.  She was led to another room where a bath of steaming clean water had been prepared for her.  As the robe fell from her and she stepped naked into the water, she saw it turn pink then red.  Her flesh had been covered in Seldyn's lifeblood; some wet, most of it dried and flaking off her skin.

Soft cloths and gentle hands caressed her, slowly removing the stain upon her skin.  If only it would be so easy to remove from her soul.  That stain would be there until the day she would die, Drea thought to herself, morosely.

She moaned somewhat as fresh steaming water was poured into the tub, and at the other end, a bucket of water removed, so as to not let the water turn into a nightmarish red, but stay an almost pleasant pink.  Drea almost laughed at the absurdity of it, but instead chose to lean back and let herself sink under the surface.  There she wished she could hide for all time.

But she could not.  As her head broke the surface of the water and her lungs once more took in the air, it was if she were reborn.  She had let herself become vulnerable; weak.  No more.  Whatever lay ahead, Drea was going to face it squarely, head held high.  No more running and hiding.  No more simply existing.

No, she was through with that.  Her head would be held high until the day someone took it.  She looked at the women surrounding her.

"Get me my armour."
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« Reply #84 on: February 11, 2013, 08:15:36 AM »

Chin up, head held high, Drea strode proudly through the corridor.  Light glinted and refracted from her metal armour; shined, polished and cleaned by the Order of the Fallen's specialized armorers, in the torchlight of the wall sconces.  Her long strides were strong and confident and echoed down the hall.  Her face was calm and confident as she walked ahead of the knights who were to be her escort to the council chambers.

Within that cool demeanor, however, Drea was not so nearly as brave as her outward appearance would suggest.  What did the council want?  She knew she was to have to answer for Seldyn, and if the punishment for killing a traitor was death, then she would surely pay that price a hundred times over.

But that would not be all of it.  No, not at all.  She knew that it would somehow lead back to Lord Ephron and her defiance of the Order after his murder.  General Norlund was sure to be behind this.  What worried her most was what they thought they had jurisdiction to do to her about it.  She was not yet a knight of their Order when she had outright defied their command.

She approached the Council Hall, its large Euwen wood doors closed, with Sir Reynard standing before them, wearing his best pressed uniform.  She was aware that others were standing there as well.  She was not sure who they were. Were they there to observe her hearing?  Or were they there for business of their own.

Reynard smiled grimly at Drea, then bowed smartly.  "Lady Drea.  Please, try not to be too nervous when you go before the council."

Drea locked eyes with the knight.  "I'm not nervous," she lied.

Reynard studied her for a moment, then smiled warmly.  "I don't believe you are.  That's good."

Good, Drea thought to herself.  At least she could fool him.  With luck, she could fool the Council as well.
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« Reply #85 on: February 13, 2013, 12:24:21 PM »

Claudirea helped Drea out of the bed and over saw the women bathing her. As she stared at the pinkish-red bath water, Claudirea wondered what had transpired between her and the man they found dead next to her. She was holding him as if he were a lover, yet at the same time, it appeared as though she were the one who had killed him. Claudirea noted that it seemed as though similar thoughts were running through Drea's head.

"Give me my armour."

Claudrea's thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice. Her green eyes turned to the woman in the bath. She seemed different. The bath seemed to have scrubbed off not only the dirt and the blood, but her insecurities as well. It almost seemed as thought a new woman was emerging from the bath, one completely different from the one who had gone in. She gave a small nod to the other women, and two of them left to get the woman's armour. Claudirea gave a small smile and a short bow as she took her leave. The others could take it from there.

As she walked along the corridors, Claudirea was deep in thought. She had a love of her own back home, but she could never imagine a situation where she would have to turn on him in a violent manner. Love was suppose to be forever, right? Yet didn't she see couples split all the time? She was indeed lucky to have found a man such as Norman.

She was still in her thoughts when she arrived at her quarters. Luna was resting on the bed. When Claudirea entered the room, Luna's head rose up from her paws, gave a welcoming sound, and then put her head back down. Claudirea smiled, then looked down at herself. Blood from where she had helped Drea out of bed and into the bath stained her once-white shift.

After getting warm water for a bath, Claudirea took a few minutes to relax in the bath. She took this time to clear her thoughts of the day's events to this point. When the water started to cool, Claudirea decided that she had better go back to work. As she was scrubbing the last piece of dirt from her arms, she suddenly was hit with a thought. She was suppose to be teaching some of the new healers about the herbs in the garden.

Hurrying, she got out of the bath and dried off. She pulled on another simple white shift and walked quickly to the garden. Luna decided that she would much rather have some rest then deal with the stares of people who couldn't understand why a wolf would be around.

By the time Claudirea got to the garden, four young healers were already waiting. She gave a sheepish smile as she stood before them.

"Sorry for being late. There was an emergency this morning which took my mind quite off our lesson for this afternoon. Please forgive me. So, who is ready to start learning about the various herbs we grow here in this garden?"
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« Reply #86 on: March 18, 2013, 02:33:58 PM »

The large Euwen doors swung wide under the weight of Reynard, who pushed them open.  They seemed to creak and groan with a solemnity that was in accordance with the atmosphere of the room.

Stepping in, Drea followed the knight, and memories of the last time she was here came flooding over her.  It had not changed at all, since that time.  Though the room was rectangular, it felt oval, because the all the seats in the gallery were built in an oval, facing not the council members at the head of the room, but the aisle and dais on which those addressing the council members stood and in which she walked now.

The gallery, was three rows of seats, arranged in an oval, with each row slightly higher than the previous on.  Each was intricately carved with ivy scrolling, with armrests between each and a red velvet cushion on the seat.

The dais was at the far end of the oval, along the aisle that ran up the middle.  It was made of wood as well, open to the rear, but with a wooden rail along the front.  This is where one would face the council and state their case.

For their part, the council members sat at the top of the room, before the dais, their benches behind a wooden barricade adorned with the same ivy scrolling found in the gallery.  These seats, however, were almost two peds above the rest of the room, giving them a lordly presence.  The center chair had behind it an even taller backrest than the others, with even more ornate carving.  This was the Grand Master's seat of power.

Beyond this, the walls were covered in fine, rich tapestries.  Geometric patterns and vivid colours defined the walls.  Here and there, wondrous portraits of previous heroes, knights and council members hung. 

All of this was bathed in a warm glow that accentuated the deep browns of the wood, the rich colours of the tapestries and perfect brushstrokes of the portraits, from four chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, with five fancy candle globes on each.

Drea reached the dais and stepped onto it, facing the men above her.  The loud boom of the doors closing caused her to jump and she turned to see Norlund marching up the aisle, though he stopped just short of the dais.  He gazed upon her coolly. 

"So, we meet again, young Miner."

Drea turned back around to look at the old a haggard face of the Grand Master.

"Let us hope that today we have a more congenial meeting than the last one."
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« Reply #87 on: March 20, 2013, 06:51:16 AM »

The extent of Drea's injury had left her listless and worried, but she had been informed recently that she was expected to make a full recovery and so Lily was able to relax and enjoy the city. She spent some time wandering in and out of several shops but she purchased nothing besides a bottle of sweet red wine, which she proceeded to uncork and guzzle down. The sweet liquid clung deliciously to her tongue after each sip.

Lily meandered slowly towards the building that she was told Drea was staying in. As she stood at the entrance, she looked up and felt dwarfed, not by the size of the building but my the height of the guards that stood watch. She was in fact fairly short but normally she didn't feel it, with these two she felt positively tiny.

"Excuse me, sir," she said, moving to stand directly in front of the guard on the right, peering up at him with fiery red eyes. "Is this were I can find a woman by the name of Drea?"

The guard responded with a single, barely discernible, nod.

"Thank you," she said, a wide smile lighting up her already radiant face. "Have a nice day." She turned in a full circle on the heel of her left foot before making her way through the entry way. The guard stared after her, bewildered and slightly bemused. He looked at his fellow guard, who shrugged his shoulders with a slight smile, shaking his head at his friends antics.

Lily made her way down the unfamiliar corridor and caught a glimpse of Drea just as two large wooden doors closed behind her. She huffed and placed her hands on her hips in a show of frustration. Rushing forward, she skid to a stop just before she would slam into the door. She gave it a skeptical glance before pressing her ear to it as a child might. Nothing. She couldn't hear anything on the other side. Sighing, she put her back to the door and slid to the ground, deciding she'd remain there until Drea emerged.
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« Reply #88 on: April 01, 2013, 01:59:07 PM »

"So, we meet again, young Miner.  Let us hope that today we have a more congenial meeting than the last one."

Drea swallowed hard, and stared up at the wrinkled face of the Grandmaster.  "Your Lordship, I was only trying to honour the memory of my master, Lord Ephron.  I can only hope that you can-"

"We are not here to regurgitate that argument, Lady Miner.  What we have to discuss is much more contemporary."  This was from an older member to the Grandmaster's right.  If Drea was correct, this would be the Lord Of Nyermersys.

"Lords!  We should clear up this trouble with Lord Ephron's squire.  What she did was an affront to the order and-"

"Lord Norlund!  Be quiet!  You have not been given leave to speak."  The Grandmaster glared hard at the General, who stood red faced and indignant, though he dared not speak another word.

Drea's blood chilled.  Then this was about Seldyn.  "My Lords.  The unfortunate incident this morning was because I had discovered that my.... compatriot was a traitor.  He had given the enemy our location and we almost all died because of it.  I lost good men because of him."

The Grandmaster was silent a moment and took a deep breath before speaking.  "Lady Miner.  It matters little to us how you treat traitors from within your ranks.  Would I have preferred you dealt with it elsewhere?  Yes, my servants need not have to clean up blood spilled at your hand.  But be that as it may, our ways of dealing with traitors is really not that different, though with more clothing."

There was a sniggling among the council members, and Drea felt her cheeks begin to burn.  "Then I'm afraid I don't understand-"

"Perhaps if you did more listening instead of speaking, Lady Miner, you might find that you would understand."  This from the Lord of Nyermersys.

Chagrined, Drea nodded humbly.

"My Lords, if I am not here to be witness to a hearing into Lady Miners actions after the death of Lord Ephron, then why am I here?"  Norlund was clearly disgruntled at not getting what he had longed for.  This made him bristle, enough that he would challenge the council.

"You are here, because we wished you here.  Were you not the cousin of the Lord of Nyermersys, you would in fact not be here.  It is in that link of blood that you still command the army, General Norlund.  But, that link is very thin, and I warn you that anymore outbursts, and no relation with any council member will protect you."

The Grandmaster stared hard at Drea.  "Lady Miner.  We have had reports of your hampering of the enemy for years.  We have, in fact, admired it and used it to our advantage at times by scheduling supply lines through the area you were known to patrol, in hopes that you would distract the enemy.  You did not disappoint."

Drea gave a quick bow.  "Thank you, my lord."

"It is because of this that we would ask that you to join General Norlund in saving Caeltakkar's Keep from the northern armies.  The General has been charged with taking the main army back to the Keep.  We must secure that Keep, at any cost."

"Me?"

The Grandmaster nodded. "Yes, Lady Miner.  You and your people.  You have knowledge that none of us possess of how the enemy moves, how they think.  It would prove most valuable to us, and General Norlund."

"My, Lords, I must protest."

"Protest at your peril, General.  You will take Lady Miner and her people if she agrees, and you will say no more about it.  Or, you will no longer command the army."

Norlund bowed stiffly, his face a dangerous crimson.

Drea's mind was spinning.  "Why would my people be willing to risk their lives to save this Keep?"

"If they do this, then I will ensure that all warrants and charges against them will be cleared.  I trust and assume that the reason these people of yours work outside the regular armies, i because they are wanted men from across the land.  For yourself, all records of the trouble after Lord Ephron's death will be forgotten and forgiven."

Something in that triggered a surge of anger in Drea. "I do not want forgiveness nor to be forgotten, Lord.  If you wish me to follow your army to Caeltakkar Keep, then this is the price.  I want to carry Lord Ephron's name, as I have done for several years trying to bring it honour."

"You dare bargain with the council-"

"Done."  The grandmaster cut short the Lord of Nyermersys' indignation.  "Since Lord Ephron Corfuyne had no family, no one to carry on his legacy, then it shall fall onto thee.  From this moment on, you shall be known as Lady Corfuyne."

"I am no Lady, my Lord.  I wish to be a knight.  If I return alive from this mission of yours, then I want to be knighted, as my Lord Ephron was to do before his death."

"Very well.  Upon your return, you shall receive the knighthood."

With trembling knees, unable to completely comprehend what had just happened, Drea followed Reynard from the council room.
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« Reply #89 on: April 14, 2013, 08:10:37 AM »

Drea reached the doors and tried pushing through, but there was only a thud on the other side, and the door remained closed.  Trying the other door, she found it more agreeable, as it opened easily and she stepped through.  Glancing to the side, she spotted Lily sitting on the floor with her back to the closed door.

A giant grin crept over Drea's face.  "Lily!"  She bent down to give her friend a hug and help her to her feet.  "I need you to gather the group.  I have news and a task for them, should they choose." 

Drea turned her head to the knight beside her.  "Is there a place we can gather?  My room might not be appropriate."

Reynard nodded.  "The chapel, Lady.  It is large enough to hold your men."

Drea nodded and swung her head around back to Lily.  "Gather the men and bring them to the chapel."

Drea then began to walk with Reynard.  "I have some questions for you, Sir Reynard."

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