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Title: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on January 28, 2010, 02:54:22 PM

Footsteps echoed along the corridor; authoritative footsteps, determined footsteps, self confident footsteps.  Sconces on the wall cast two shadows; a long shadow before the man, and creating a giant shadow of him along the wall.  The air around him was heavy with authority, such was his demeanour.  Here, in this embassy, he was a big man, a great influence.  He was... short!  Not just a little, but definitely undertall.  There were rumours that he was half dwarf, or even hobbit!  These, when he heard them, he refuted quite adamantly, though in truth, few had ever said anything to him face to face.  Small in stature though he may be, he still wielded great power.

He neared the end of the corridor just as a thin, elderly man emerged from a heavy, ornate, door at the end of the corridor.  The thin man looked down and saw the shorter man and he blanched quite noticeably.  "Aeris!  I- I did not know you had returned."

The undertall man, Gorvold Aeris, looked up at the thin man.  "The entirety of what you do know, Buttins, wouldn't fill a ladle.  What news of the ambassador?  I heard that he fell ill."

Treaben Buttins swallowed hard, visibly shaken.  "The- the ambassador suffered a spasm.  Afterwards, he seemed unable to move the left side of his body.  He broke into a fever, which the doctors have not been able to bring down."

Aeris stepped past Buttins, and his hand reached out to grip the door handle.  "I need to see him."

Buttins cleared his throat, and blanched even further, though one would have thought it impossible, as he already looked like a spectre.  "I- I- think.. er, I mean, it...".

Aeris snorted.  "Speak up, fool!  I don't have all day."

Buttins took a shaky deep breath to calm himself.  "I mean to say that the ambassador has died.  Only moments ago."

Aeris felt a wave of relief sweep over him.  Dead?  Dead!  Finally, that old windbag had gone forth into that deep blackness of the next world.  This was great news.  This was...  He suddenly wiped the smirk from his face that he knew was creeping over his lips.  Instead, he took a step toward Buttins.  "Did he say anything before he died?"

Buttins reached up and scratched the back of his head nervously.  "Kind of... well, sort of...".

"Speak, man!  By the gods, you are the most addle brained fool I've ever met.  Tell me what he said, word for word.  Do not leave anything out.  What did he say?"

Buttins licked his lips before speaking in a sing song manner, trying his best to imitate the ambassador's last words.  "He said; 'I think, I shall, come back as a cat!'"

Aeris took a few deep breaths, and looked down at his feet.  Okay, so the old man had lost his mind at the end.  That was good.  He pushed past Buttins and started back down the corridor.  There was much to do in the next few weeks.  Suddenly, he came to a halt.  Swiveling on his feet, he marched back to Buttins, and waggling his finger, caused Buttins to lean down to hear his hoarse whisper.  "Oh, and Buttins, kill every cat within two strals of the embassy."  He scratched absently at his goatee.  "Make it five!"  

No sense taking chances!

Drea Corfuyne sat in a well worn but very comfortable wooden chair in a well worn but comfortable office.  She had been here over a few minutes, and was beginning to wonder if someone had forgotten about her.  It didn't seem completely out of the question.  People here seemed to be quite unsettled today.  Why?, Drea couldn't be sure.  Unable to sit still any longer, she stood and strode over to the window and looked down at the courtyard below.  Trimmed grass and beautiful flowers lined the cobblestone paths with trees planted strategically to ensure there were areas of openness and areas of shade for when it got too hot.  Money!  What couldn't it buy?  Some people claimed it couldn't buy happiness.  In most cases, this declaration was made by rich people.

Bored, she turned from the window and was about to return to her seat, when she spotted something strange on the other side of the desk.  She stepped nearer and stared at the chair, which was similar to her own, except that on the seat of this chair was a wooden box, which was worn on top.  It reminded her of a child's chair, where a parent had placed something on it to boost their kid high enough to reach the table.  Strange.

She then sat down when suddenly the door opened and a very short man entered.  At first, Drea wondered if he were a dwarf, but decided he wasn't.  He didn't have the look of a dwarf.  Nor a hobbit.  He looked like a regular human man; except short.  Very short.

Aeris watched Drea's reaction and he scowled.  He knew what she was thinking.  It was what everyone thought when they first met him.  Say something!  I dare you!

Drea stood and extended her hand.  "Master Aeris?  I am Drea Corfuyne.  I came when I heard of the ambassador's death.  I was told you had to cut your trip, er, short."

Wench!  Aeris ignored her hand and strode past her and took his seat, after climbing up onto his box.  He glowered at her, trying to decide if she had said that on purpose.  "I'm not sure why.  In my letter, I believe I was quite clear that I wanted your skill to provide protection for the ambassador."  Suddenly a mouse ran across Aeris' desktop.  Quick as lightning, his brought his dagger down on the desk, but missed the rodent by a mere hairsbreadth.  The critter then scurried off the desk, onto the floor, and into a crack between the stones of the wall.  He looked at her sheepishly.  "Excuse that.  We seem to have a shortage of cats, recently."

Drea nodded and smiled, choosing to ignore the mouse incident.  "True.  But, there will be another ambassador appointed, no?  Perhaps even yourself, if the rumours are true."

Ah!  So, she had heard them, too?  He wondered how widespread this rumour was.  When he had first heard it, he could barely contain himself.  He had hoped against hope that the old fool would have expressed it before he had died last week, but it was not to be.  He could only hope that the Thane back in Voldar would see the logical advantages of appointing him the new ambassador.  This was what he had worked so hard for.  What he had endured several humiliations for.  Worked obediently for fools for.  "I hold no aspirations, Corfuyne.  I only serve my masters to the best of my ability."

The smile became a smirk.  Uh huh.  "Of course.  All I was saying, is that no matter who is the ambassador, he will need protection.  Especially during the transition phase?"

Aeris pursed his lips.  She had a point.  He had enemies.  Lots of them.  He had no doubt that one of them might take an opportunity to prematurely end his life.  "Good point.  Very well, Corfuyne.  Since you are here, I can assume that my terms of payment were satisfactory.  You start immediately."

Drea inclined her head toward her new employer.  "Very well.  I look forward to our relationship."

When she was gone, Aeris leaned back in his chair.  Gleefully, he began to to chuckle, then laugh, as he imagined himself the new Ambassador of Vardynn, Emissary of the Thane, to the Santhran Tiandor in New Santhala.  A long and impressive title.  Longer than he was!

Doh!  A joke at his own expense.  How gauche!  A sudden knock came on his door and Buttins poked his thin face in.

"I have a letter to the ambassador, sir."

Aeris sighed at the stupidity of the fool.  "Well, since I doubt the ambassador will be reading it anytime soon, Buttins, give it to me."

Buttins nodded and approached the desk, handing the parchment to Aeris, who snatched it out of his hand.  It seemed the little man was always in a bad mood.

Aeris gave a weary glance to Buttins.  "You may leave."  When the man was gone, Aeris broke the wax seal of the Thane that held the parchment closed and settled back to read.

"Greetings Ambassador Fruwee.  I hope that this letter finds you well..."   Blah blah blah.  Yada yada.  Come on, something interesting already.  "You had mentioned in your letter that your health was failing, and asked that I appoint another ambassador.  I had hoped to avoid that for many years to come, but as you have insisted, I have acquiesced.  I read with interest your opinion and recommendation for the position."   Oh?  Now, this was where it was going to get interesting!  Aeris could barely contain his excitement.  "I have decided that your reasonings were beyond reproach, and have agreed."  Yippee!  "I will immediately dispatch your nephew, Count Kembar Fruwee, to replace you as ambassador so that you may return home to Voldar and retire on your estates."

"What?!"  Aeris was startled by his own voice shouting out.  That was to be his position!  He had been swindled!  Robbed!  Hoodwinked!  In a rage, he tore the parchment in two.  He then crumpled it up into a ball and threw it towards the wall.  Not content, he jumped down off his chair and ran over to the ball and kicked it with all his might.  "Damn you, Fruwee!  Damn you!  I hope you do come back as a cat, you old fool!  I'll find you!  I'll find you and sic my dogs on you!"

He stormed back to his chair, and his rage unabated, grabbed his booster box and threw it against the wall.  Being somewhat heavier than the ball of parchment, it crashed into the wall and splintered into a hundred pieces.  Climbing back onto his chair, he tried to lean onto his desk, but his arms were forced up around eye level.

"Oh!  Crap!"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on January 28, 2010, 02:56:34 PM
Chapter One
Eight Weeks Later


Brellin Corrigahn heard the command, for it was no plea, through closed eyes.  He then felt a weight atop him, heard the sound of the straw filled mattress crunching below him.  He opened his eyes to see Drea Corfuyne straddled over him on her knees.  Her green eyes flashed mischievously, her blonde hair matted to her face with perspiration, shorn just ever so much longer than a man's, her cheeks flushed a russet hue, beads of perspiration on her neck forming rivulets which trailed down between her small yet pert breasts.

The corners of Drea's full mouth curved slowly into a self-satisfied smile, as she watched his gaze travel her body.  "I want more of you," she whispered, huskily.

Corrigahn chuckled beneath his breath; three times already this morning had exhausted his body.  "Begone, wench," he admonished, playfully.  "You behave more like a wanton she-cat!"

He went to throw her off him but was held tight between her muscular thighs.  Her hand grabbed a tuft of his thick brown hair.  She stared dangerously into his crystal blue eyes.  "What did I tell you about calling me that?"

Corrigahn lifted his head off the pillow, his eyes playfully twinkling in their challenge to her.  He was intent on kissing those full, luscious lips of hers.  "You may have mentioned a slight annoyance at the term 'wench'."  It was at that precise moment that he felt the cold hardness of sharp steel against his exposed throat.  His attempt at kissing her was over but the twinkling in his eyes remained.

"What I said, Master Corrigahn, was that I would slit your throat upon hearing that reference to me again!"  She hissed the words, her green eyes cold as ice and her body tensed for battle; something she was well capable of.

The smile faded from Corrigahn's face and the twinkle in his eyes was replaced by their very own sheet of ice.  "Then slice me, wench!  Draw my blood!  You'll not get your fourth satisfaction if you do!"

For a brief moment, Drea paused, considering his words.  Then she laughed.  "I could have ten more men before the sun reached its apex.  Then I would have twenty more after my midday meal."

Corrigahn remained calm.  "And not one of those thirty suitors would make you writhe and scream like I do."

Again, she paused, mulling over his bravado.  The problem was, he was right and both of them knew it.  A man like him was extremely dangerous to a woman like her.

Corrigahn studied her face for a moment.  What made this woman so intoxicating to him was the danger; the challenge she forced on him.  But would she really cut his throat for mere words?  At that moment, he felt the blade slide quickly across his exposed flesh, biting into his neck.  The knife itself was sent flying across the room where it embedded into an armoire, vibrating for a moment.  It had been meant as a warning.  The cuts to him were shallow; just deep enough to draw blood.

His hand went instinctively to the wound, feeling the blood flowing; slowly perhaps, but still wet and sticky.  He also felt her lips crush his own in a kiss that was equal parts hunger, fervour, passion, anger and desire.  He could do nothing but answer back in kind; his tongue forcing its way into the warm and waiting moisture that was her mouth.  

There was a sharp and bold pounding at the door.  It was not a polite trepidation to find out if anyone was inside; this was a full scale invasion by sound to drive the occupants of the room to unquestioned surrender.

Immediately, Drea dove off the bed, hitting the floor with nary a sound.  She rolled once, then was upright on braced legs, her body tensed, her eyes alert, her breathing restrained.  In her hand was hefted an ephord.  Though the pommel was dirty, dented and nicked, the blade was immaculate, polished, oiled and razor sharp.

Corrigahn had pulled himself to the edge of the bed, his arm hung low to grip the handle of his own sword, still sheathed in its boiled leather scabbard.  "Who's there?" he demanded.

From the other side of the solid wooden door a voice called back.  It was official in both its tone and message.  "Brellin Corrigahn, you are now requested for an audience with Castellan Gorvold Aeris.  There is to be no delay.  You must come with us at once, Master Corrigahn."

Both Drea and Corrigahn relaxed somewhat, though Drea quickly clothed herself.  She retrieved the knife from the armoire and slid it to its home in its sheath on her hip.

Corrigahn watched her agitation as he climbed naked from the bed.  "Will I see you, again?" he asked.

Drea gave a quick glance to the young man across the bed from her.  Though she greatly admired his form, she shook her head.  "No.  You have been summoned by your wife's uncle, Aeris.  If he were to find out about your infidelity, he might just order me to make you disappear.  That might be a bit awkward."

Corrigahn pursed his lips, obviously disheartened by what he heard.  "And what of us?"

Drea almost laughed aloud.  "Us?  I've got thirty others waiting!  And you a wife!"  With that, and not even a glance goodbye, she opened the window and escaped to the ground below.

Corrigahn hurried to the window, but she had disappeared.  How like her, he thought.

Another pounding at the door.

"By the twelve!  I'm coming!"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on January 29, 2010, 08:01:48 AM
Aeris sat at his desk, and squirmed uncomfortably.  His ass hurt.  There was no other way of thinking about it; no nice way to phrase it.  This stupid box he was sitting on was brand new and hard, not conformed to the gentle curves of his buttocks like the old one was.  He had regretted breaking that box from almost the very moment he had thrown it against the wall.  It would take weeks more in order to wear it down to where it would fit properly.

He stared at the husband of his niece, who sat across from him.  Truth was, Aeris didn't like Corrigahn.  The young man was too full of himself... too cocky... too good looking... too ... well, too tall!  Aeris hated that attribute about him.  If it weren't for the fact that he had married his only sister's only child, Aeris would have gotten rid of him long ago.  Still, he had to admit that the young man made a good Captain of the Ambassador's Personal Guard.

The two sat in silence while they awaited the third member of this meeting.  A knock on the door announced the arrival of the third party, and Aeris watched as Drea Corfuyne entered.  "Sit down, Corfuyne."

Drea sat in a chair next to Corrigahn, though she never acknowledged his presence at all.  She kept her eyes locked on Aeris.  "Has something happened?  The guards you dispatched to find me were a bit brusque in their invitation to come here."

"I don't invite.  I command.  I was told you were hard to find.  I expect all my hirelings to be available at all times.  Especially ones I entrust with the safety of the Ambassador."  He nodded his head toward Corrigahn.  "Like Brellin here.  My men knew exactly where to find him.  In order to do his job more effectively, rather than stay at his estate with his wife, he keeps an apartment right here in the embassy.  You might want to show that kind of dedication."

Oh, dear gods!  Drea could feel a bit of vomit touch the back of her throat.  She sighed and looked over to Corrigahn, whose blue eyes twinkled with bemusement.  Ass.  "That looks like a nasty cut there, Corrigahn.  How did that happen?"

Corrigahn's hand went to his throat and his face reddened.  "I, uh, cut myself shaving."

Aeris cleared his throat.  "I don't care about your bloody neck!  You two have work to do."  He saw the look of wonder on each of their faces, and satisfied he had their attention, continued.  "Ambassador Fruwee's scouts have arrived.  The Ambassador will be here by this evening.  I trust the two of you will ensure that all will be in order for him."

Drea glared one final time at Corrigahn before facing Aeris.  "Of course.  I've spent my time here getting to know the people and all the back rooms and corridors.  I'm certain the embassy is safe."

Aeris nodded.  "Good.  One would hope that you were doing something other than what the rumours say."

Drea nearly snarled, but restrained herself.  "Wagging tongues seldom cling to the truth."

"A waving flag cannot do so without at least a trace of a breeze."  Aeris waved off any rebuttal she might have offered.  He cared as little about her bed partners as he did about Corrigahn's shaving mishaps.  "Now, I have my own duties to attend to, so see to it everything is in order.  Dismissed."

Drea stood up, but held off leaving until Corrigahn had left the room.  "I need to speak with you a moment."

Aeris sighed.  What now?  "What is it, Corfuyne?  I don't want to hear any denials or explanations-".  He was cut off by the woman.

"I want to know why you hired me?  Corrigahn has the guards well in hand.  I'm not sure what my role is."

Aeris smiled.  So, she wasn't as dense as he had surmised.  Okay, perhaps she was intelligent enough to handle the truth.  Or, parts of it.  "You will never have my job, Corfuyne.  You will never be Castellan, you will never be Ambassador, and you will probably never hold Corrigahn's position.  Why?  You are an outsider.  Therefore, you have nothing to gain.  That makes you valuable to me."

"Don't sugar coat it, Aeris.  Tell me straight."  Sarcasm was a trait Drea didn't often use, but around here, it was becoming more common.

Aeris smirked.  "I don't trust you, Corfuyne.  I don't trust you because I don't know you.  I don't trust Corrigahn because I do know him.  He is ambitious.  That makes him dangerous."  He climbed off his box and jumped down off his chair.  "And that is all you need to know.  For now."  He then opened his door and extended his arm, indicating she should leave.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on January 30, 2010, 02:31:45 AM
Sixty men at arms, eighty five horses, sixteen hounds, ten ladies in waiting,  three wagons, two carriages and one kitten.  This was the retinue that delivered one Ambassador Kembar Fruwee of Vardynn, Emissary of the Thane, to the Santhran Tiandor in New Santhala and his wife, the lady Tylannah to the Vardynn Embassy.  The light of day was just beginning to settle below the horizon when the congregation arrived.  

On the part of the embassy, soldiers lined the cobblestone pathway to the front doors, flags waved in the slight breeze, torches flickered brightly and musicians played the Vardynn anthem.  Corrigahn and Drea Corfuyne stood off to the side, Corrigahn's troops at attention behind him, looking resplendent in their immaculate uniforms.  Buttins, nervously chewing his fingernails, stood on the stone steps that led up to the great building.  Everything was perfect.  Almost.  Aeris was not here.  He had been summoned to the Santhran's palace just over an hour ago.  Poor timing to say the least, but when the Santhran calls, you obey.

A tall and bulky butler hurried to the carriage and opened the door and placed a stepping stool on the ground before it.  He then bowed low while extending his arm to help out the new ambassador.  It took a few moments before a younger man stepped out of the carriage.  With an air of regalia, he emerged from the carriage and looked about quickly before dismissing the butler.  He then extended his own arm out and helped his wife from the carriage.  She did not have the same gracefulness about her, being obviously in her later months of pregnancy.

The butler stepped toward Buttins and announced in a loud voice to the assembled gathering.  "May I introduce his Lordship, Kembar Fruwee of Vardynn and his wife, the Lady Tylannah."

The Lord and Lady  made their way up the steps to face Buttins.  "It is good to meet you, Castellan Aeris."  Fruwee smiled politely.

Buttins blanched and bowed.  "I'm sorry, m'lord, but I am not Castellan Aeris, but his assistant, Treaben Buttins.  The Castellan was summoned to the Santhran's and should be back shortly.  He dearly wanted to be here when you arrived."

Fruwee raised an eyebrow.  Disappointing.  "Oh?  Pity."  He looked over to his wife and smiled before returning his gaze to Buttins.  "Let me introduce to you my wife, the lady Tylannah."

Buttins took her offered and and bowed again, kissing lightly the back of her fingers.  "M'lady.  I hope you will be happy here."

Tylannah smiled and looked about at the manicured lawns and colourful gardens that was the entranceway to the embassy.  "I am sure I shall, Master Buttins."

Buttins cleared his throat.  "May I introduce you to Captain Corrigahn and Drea Corfuyne.  They are in charge of your security here.  Though, New Santhala is a very safe city and there is no need to worry about your safety."

Drea and Corrigahn stepped forward and bowed before their new employers.  Drea took this time to assess the two people.  Kembar Fruwee; a man obviously used to power and respect.  A bit full of himself, good looking and she suspected intelligent and well educated.  He had all the attributes to make a good ambassador... or a tyrant.  Next, his wife, Tylannah Fruwee.  She was much shorter than her tall husband, pretty eyes and a serene demeanour.  Her look was marred by a slight harelip that marked her face and made her smile crooked.  Obviously she came from a well to do family and was spared some of the crueler aspects of her disfigurement, had she been born in the poorer parts of the province, where Drea came from.  Wealth often led people to overlook your shortcomings, be it physical or character related.

Buttins cleared his throat.  "Shall we go inside?  I'm sure you must be exhausted after your long journey."  Buttins led the ambassador into the embassy, making small talk over their trip and listening to their stories of crossing the land and the voyage by ship from Voldar to New Santhala.

"Tell me, Master Buttins, what this Castellan Aeris is like.  You have an exceptionally well run household, I imagine that the castellan must be a very impressive man."

Buttins swallowed hard, suddenly finding his throat dry.  "Uhm, yes m'lord, the castellan runs a tight ship, so to speak."

Tylannah, who held in her arms a small ball of fur that was a kitten, smiled.  "What is he like?  Is he a warm man?"

Fruwee laughed.  "My wife is particular in the type of people that she has running our households, Master Buttins.  I trust her judgment in such things completely, and will be leaving the running of the household in her capable hands.  So, please, speak freely."

What to do?  What to do?  If he were to lie, it would not take long for them to find out the truth.  It wasn't like Aeris was good at faking being less than a troll.  "Uhm, no, m'lady, I would have to say that Aeris is not a warm man.  That is not his style, shall we say."

"Then what exactly is his style?"

In for a san in for an od.  Wasn't that the saying?  Buttins decided to just let the chips fall where they may.  After-all, they were the new lord and lady of the manor, and they had demanded he speak the truth.  "He is a short man, m'lady.  A short man and short tempered.  I think he might not want to be that way, but I have a feeling he was mercilessly picked on as a child and hasn't grown beyond that."  This was getting fun.  It felt somehow cathartic to spew forth his long pent up frustration.  "He is like one of those small yappy dogs that keeps barking and barking at anyone or anything that comes near.  And, he has a peculiar smell about him.  I'm not sure what it is, but some days it just makes-"

Drea coughed.

"one want to gag.  I think he bathes, but somehow that smell-"

Drea coughed again.

"just seems to stick to him.  Maybe he eats-"

Drea coughed and was this time joined in by Corrigahn clearing his throat.

Buttins glanced over at the two security people and saw them both rolling their eyes and staring at the ceiling.  Buttins felt his knees get weak and all the blood drain from his face.  "He's behind me, isn't he?"

A cold somewhat controlled whisper came from behind Buttins.  "In the future, I'll be sure to splash some rose water on myself before our meetings, Buttins!"

Eyes wide, Buttins bowed to the ambassador and his wife.  "I have duties I must attend to.  If you will excuse me!"  He then backed away from the ambassador, spun about on his heel and quickly left the room, without so much as a glance back to Aeris.  Oh, he was definitely going to hear about this later!

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on February 01, 2010, 05:50:21 PM
Aeris led the new ambassador and his wife to the Ambassador's office.  It was a relatively pleasant conversation, despite Buttins making a fool out of both of them.  He would deal with that incompetent idiot later.

"So, Aeris, if you could please have someone escort my wife to her quarters, I would be quite grateful.  It has been a long journey, and I'm sure she is quite exhausted."

Aeris nodded.  "Of course, m'lord."  He waggled his finger at Drea.  "Show the lady to her apartment, Corfuyne."  He then reached out to Tylannah's outstretched hand and lightly pressed his lips to the back of her hand.  "Good night, m'lady."

Tylannah Fruwee smiled graciously at the short castellan.  "And you, Sir."  It was at that moment that the small ball of fur in her arms hissed loudly.  Though only a kitten, the Wilderon Cat that had been given her as a gift, spit viciously at the castellan.  It's small paw struck out at him, claws bared.  "Arnurd!  No!"  Tylannah pulled the cat away.

Aeris barely had time to withdraw his hand without getting scratched.  He stared incredulously at Tylannah, not at the fact that the cat had tried to scratch him, but at the name that the lady had referred to the cat.  "Arnurd?"

A bit of colour came to the ambassador's wife's cheeks.  "Yes.  I got him just after we received news of the old man's death, so I named him after Ambassador Arnurd Fruwee.  In honour of the ambassador."

Aeris was stunned.  This cat had the same name as the old man?  It suddenly made the old man's last words resonate much more loudly.  It couldn't be, could it?  As he stared at the cat, the feline growled loudly in a high pitched whine.

"I'll take him away.  He, too, is tired from the trip."  Tylannah then followed Drea from the room.

"Now then, Aeris.  I want to get to work straight away.  You will, of course, send out notifications of my arrival to the other embassies.  Perhaps we should consider a gala, in order that I may meet the other ambassadors.  I will need a personal secretary.  You will make the initial interviews, and present to me a list of say four or five of your best candidates."  Kembar sat at his large desk, staring hard at the catellan across from him.

"Of course, Ambassador."

Kembar furrowed his brow.  "I think I know you, Aeris.  Or, at least, I know men like you.  As such, I know that your position, and the hope of improving it, is paramount to you.  Therefore, what is said or done between us, stays between us.  My affairs are no one else's business."

"Of course, I wouldn't think-".

"Especially my wife, Aeris.  I prefer to keep her out of my business as much as possible.  With child, as she is, I do not want any unnecessary stress to affect her.  I want my son born healthy and happy."

Aeris nodded.  "As you wish, m'lord."

Kembar then dismissed the short man with a wave of his hand.  Before the castellan had left the office, Kembar cleared his throat.  "Oh, one final thing, Aeris.  Make sure you use that rose water.  Buttins was right, you do have a strange smell."

Aeris stepped into the corridor and lifted his arm and sniffed.  What?  Smelled alright to him.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on February 03, 2010, 02:49:39 AM
Date: 25th Singing Bird, 6th Hour of Guardorans (2AM)

Drea awoke, beads of perspiration formed on her brow.  No, not again!  In her belly she could feel a tightness, not a pain, not yet, but simply a tightness.  In a day, two maybe, it would become pain; severe pain. It was nearing time for her moon cycle, and it was looking like it was going to be a rough one.

Knowing she was not going to find slumber any time soon, Drea climbed out of her bed.  She would go for a walk; sometimes that helped.  She glanced out her window.  By the position of the moon, she could tell it was late night, if not closer to morning.

Dressing, she left her apartment and padded down the long corridor.  It was empty, with none of the servants, secretaries, or other embassy personnel milling about.  It felt nice to not have so many eyes on her.

Passing Aeris' office, she could hear the little man yelling harshly at someone.  Probably Buttins.  Poor man.  How he suffered the little tyrant so patiently was anyone's guess.

Finding herself outside in the courtyard, she sat on a bench.  The night was cool and a slight breeze wafted the smell of flowers in bloom into her nostrils.  A twinge made her grimace slightly and her hand went to her belly.  What were you?  A son?  A daughter?  What would I have named you?  What would you have grown to be?  So much potential.

A single tear rolled down her cheek which she wiped away angrily.  No!  Being sentimental was stupid and a waste of energy.  She had done the right thing.  The father was dead, a criminal no less, and she was in no position to raise a child on her own.

"Oh gods!  I need a drink!" she spoke to no one in particular.  Standing, she glanced back at the embassy.  It would fine if she left for an hour or two.  Everything was quiet here.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on February 05, 2010, 02:51:00 AM
Date: 26th Singing Bird, Lightthrive, 1st Hour of Sunblaze (9 AM)

Aeris was happy this morning.  Two things had happened that seemed to bring out his more jovial nature.  First was, he got to berate Buttins for nearly two full hours last night.  It felt so good to yell at that old fool, and afterwards he was able to fall into a peaceful sleep.  In fact, should he ever find himself unable to sleep in the future, he made a pledge to himself to go in search of Buttins.  The only fly in the ointment, as it were, was the strange dream he had that a cat was chasing him through the halls of the embassy, with him somehow growing a long tail and large ears and wearing long whiskers.  Bizarre.  From now on, no more brandy straight before bed.

The second item that had Aeris in a mood so convivial that the servants avoided him, for an unhappy Aeris was only slightly less creepy than a happy one, was a rolled scroll of parchment, tied with blue ribbon and feathers, while bearing the seal of Ambassador Belenos Tristram.  It was that time of year again, when Tristram would be holding his annual masquerade ball.  It was one of the most important parties of the year.  All the most influential people in New Santhala would be there; the ambassadors, the nobles, the wealthy.  Some years, the Santhran himself was known to attend.  Would Tiandor be there this year?  It was possible, for he was in New Santhala and not away on important kingly business.

As he walked along the stone corridor, he kicked up his heels and giggled.  He then stopped in front of the ambassador's office and knocked sharply on the door.  He waited until he heard Fruwee bid him enter, before throwing open the door and stepping inside.  He bowed.  "M'lord, good morning to you.  I see you have settled in already."

Kembar Fruwee glanced up from the stack of parchment reports he was looking over.  "You expected something else?  I told you, Aeris, I was going to get to work straight away.  What do you need?"  He noticed the garish scroll in the castellan's hand.  "What is that?"

Aeris beamed.  He held out the scroll.  "A message, from Ambassador Tristram at the Nermeran embassy."

Fruwee lowered his head back to the work on his desk, only partially paying attention to the little man.  He was pleasantly surprised when the scent of rose water wafted into his nose.  "Read it."

Aeris almost giggled as his stubby fingers untied the ribbon with the gusto of a child receiving a birthday present.
"To his Lordship, Kembar Fruwee,

I send my sincerest condolences to you and your family on your loss. Your uncle was a worthy ally and a true friend. Too few possess just a small amount of his good sense, judgment, and dignity.

Yours sincerely,

Belenos Tristram

P.S.  If it is not too soon, or unseemly, you are cordially invited to our annual masquerade ball.  Your presence would honour us greatly.  I await your reply."

When the ambassador did not immediately reply, Aeris took it upon himself to expound on the importance of this party.  "I think that we should attend, m'lord.  Ambassador Tristram has a penchant for garnering powerful allies, and I'm sure many will be there.  What better opportunity will there be to meet all the right people.  Between the two of us-".

"Write the good ambassador back, telling him I would be honoured to attend his party, and that I thank him for his kind words concerning my uncle."

Aeris grinned and bowed.  "Yes, m'lord, I'll tell him we shall be there."

"You won't be going."

Aeris was kicked in the... well, it felt like he was just kicked somewhere south of his belly.  "M'lord?"  His voice lost the lilt it had carried only a moment before, and now quivered as though he was threatening to break out in tears.

"You are too busy, Aeris.  Until I have my own personal secretary, you will be pulling both duties.  As such, you will be here taking care of the business usually reserved for them.  Please inform my wife of this party.  Gods know she will need all the time available in order to prepare, what with trying to find the perfect dress, the perfect mask.  Women!"  Fruwee glanced up once more.  "You still here?"

As Aeris stomped back to his own office, the servants collectively breathed a sigh of relief, content that there real boss was back to being himself.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on February 08, 2010, 04:47:51 PM
Date: 29th Singing Bird, 2nd Hour of Guardorans (10 PM)

Aeris made his way down the corridor, his footsteps not quite as authoritative as they had been in days past.  In fact, they weren't even as steady as they normally were.  "If I can't party at the Nermeran embashy, I'll jusht party 'ere!"  He lifted the bottle of Vhodkaa to his lips and took a long pull from it.  Lowering the bottle, he stared at it and giggled.  Vhodkaa was a fairly rare drink and very expensive to get a hold of, which is why Aeris chose it when he went rooting around the embassy liquor room.  He raised the bottle in the air like a mock toast.  "'ere's to you, Fruwee."  He then pumped his fist in a lewd and obscene gesture to no one in particular except the people in his mind.  Another guzzle of the fiery liquid.

"Who you think you are?  All prishy and full of yourshelf!  Well, I'll tell you who you ain't!  You ain't the boss of me!  In fact, you can kish me right 'ere."  Aeris slapped himself ion the rump, and another round of giggles erupted from him before a large belch forced its way out.  "Oh, nishe one, Aerish!"

The next swig out of the bottle proved to be disappointing for Aeris, for only a few drops greeted him.  He lifted the bottle and eyed it suspiciously, as though it was magically playing a trick on him and simply withholding its potent contents.  Sadly, it was empty.  Now what to do?  He would drink more, but the liquor room was so far away, down in the basement.  He didn't have the energy to walk down all those stairs.  

In fact, he didn't have much energy at all.  Finding a soft spot on the stone floor, he sank down into a sitting position, his back against the wall.  First person to pass by him, he could send them for more booze.  He nodded to himself.  "Good idea, Aerish."

And so he sat.  


And time seemed to drag, with not a soul in sight, until the sound of life lifted his eyes, which had very nearly closed.  He was startled as a mouse ran across his lap.  "Where are all the catsh?"  Suddenly he remembered the orders he had given Buttins.  "Oh, yeah."  Snicker.

A hissing stopped his merriment and he snapped his head around to see the young Wilderon cat that belonged to Lady Tylannah.  "You!"

The cat, who had been hunting the abundant numbers of mice in the palace, stopped in its tracks, its copper coloured eyes glued to the castellan.  A high pitched whine emanated from its throat.

Aeris smirked, meeting the cat's gaze with his own unsteady one.  "I know who you are.  You can't fool me.  I knew you would pull a dirty trick like thish and come back."

The brown and white herin coloured cat sat on its rear haunches, lifted a front paw and began to lick it.

"You can't ignore me, Fruwee.  I know it's you.  And I'm gonna gut you and turn you into a harp, you little-"  He lunged forward, arms outstretched.  Arnurd the cat jumped out of the way with ease, as Aeris crashed along the floor.  The castellan swore a blue streak as he watched the cat scamper away.  He'd get that damn cat.  That damn Arnurd Fruwee.

Aeris lay his head on the cold stone floor.  It felt so soothing.  So comfortable.  So... nice...

He was asleep.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on March 10, 2010, 07:51:34 AM
Date: 29th Singing Bird, 2nd Hour of Nightsbane (4 AM)

She moaned.  Her head swung back from side to side.  Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and on her soft harelip.  Suddenly, she sat upright in bed, her heartbeat and breathing strong, her eyes searching the darkness.  Tylannah forced herself to calm down.  It was only a dream.

Arnurd jumped up on the bed and padded over onto her lap and curled up, purring loudly.  With one hand, Tylannah stroked the Wilderon cat's soft, thick fur.  Her other hand used the sleeve to her nightgown to gently dab at her face.  What had she been dreaming?  She couldn't remember.  It had to be from earlier tonight; the violence at the Nermeran Embassy.  She hadn't thought it bothered her that badly at the time, but apparently it had.

She looked at the empty spot next to her.  Of course, Kembar was not here in her bed chambers.  He rarely stayed all night, even when they made love, which had not happened in months, with her belly protruding as it was.  It was true of tonight.  He had lain with her until she fell asleep, holding her and running his hands over her belly and their son inside for it had to be a boy, Jeyriall hear my prayers!.  Then, as he always did, he had slipped away to either his own bedchamber or to his office to attend to matters of state.

Well, there was no point in staying awake all night.  She leaned back onto her pillow and closed her eyes.  Time to sleep.  Time to let everything simply fade away...

Tylannah opened her eyes.  She heard something.  Holding her breath, her ears confusing the fine line between real noise and the loud drone of complete silence, she concentrated.  There it was again!  She sat up again, trying not to disturb the kitten on her lap.  What was that noise?  It sounded like... no, it couldn't be.  A baby's cries?  Who here in the embassy had a child?  No one that she could think of.  The cries sounded distant, but from within the embassy.

Arnurd suddenly perked up his head and a low growl escaped from deep within his chest.  

"What is wrong with you?" Tylannah asked, seeing his copper eyes seemingly glow in the darkness of the room.

A hiss spewed forth from the cat, who attempted to jump off her lap, but was impeded by Tylannah's hand on its back.  It then scratched at her, drawing blood, and when her hand moved, jumped off the bed and bolted under the bed.  A whine came from the Wilderon cat.

"Ouch!"  Tylannah drew back her hand, and felt the blood coming to the surface.  What had gotten into that crazy cat?

The sound of the crying was getting more intense.  Whatever child that was must be getting very hungry or was wet or something.  Whoever the mother was, she was not taking care of it.  Tylannah felt her instincts kicking in and swung her legs off the side of the bed.  She would check in on the child.

She drew about her a fine robe and walked to the door of the room.  She opened it and stared into the anteroom, where an oil lamp burned and gave off a soft glow.  There was no one here, though there really should not have been.  Her personal assistant had her own quarters to sleep in at night.

Tylannah padded across the rug and reached the door to the corridor beyond.  She carefully and slowly opened it and peaked out.  No one was in the corridor.  She peaked to the left, towards Kembar's bedchamber, but that was not where the crying was coming from.  She then looked in the other direction, and the crying became more pronounced.  Stepping gingerly out into the corridor, she moved in the direction of the infant's voice.

It seemed that not matter how far she moved, the voice was just around the next corner, and none of the doors she stopped in front of held the child inside.  She reached the stairs and heard the crying echoing from down below.  Looking back once, she made up her mind to find this child and started down the stairs.  From the third floor down to the second, then onward to the first, and still further downward to the basement.  Why would a child be in the basement?

She strolled along the corridor until she reached an oak door that was shut, but the crying seemed to emanate from behind.  She leaned her head against the door and listened, but heard only the crying.  Was this someone's bedchamber?  One of the servants?  She had never been down here before.  Is this where some of the servants were housed?  

Taking a deep breath, Tylannah knocked.  She waited, but no one answered.  Again, with the same result.  The crying still issued forth.  Biting her lip, Tylannah tried the door latch.  The door opened, and she waited, half expecting someone to be on the other side, but there was no one.  Only darkness.  On the other side of this door, there were no light bringing torches in sconces on the wall.

Tylannah stepped away from the door and pulled a torch from the wall sconce a few feet away.  She then stepped through the door.  Peering into the darkness beyond the circle of torchlight, she could see rows of shelves with dust covered bottles.  Wine.  This was the wine cellar?   "Hello?"

No one answered, and now the crying abruptly stopped.  Tylannah took another couple steps forward, and nearly screamed aloud when the door suddenly slammed shut.  She rushed back to the door, but the latch was stuck.  She tried again with the same result.  What now?  How would she get out?  There was no one else down here, that she had seen.

Tylannah spun about.  There was movement here!  She wasn't alone.  "Hello?"  Her voice sounded so pathetic; weak and trembling.  Despite the warmth of the torch, her breath left a cloud in the air, and she pulled her robe tighter around her.  There was no answer, but there was a scraping sound far off in a corner.  Forcing her fear down, Tylannah stepped forward.  She past rows of bottles, many of them older than she was, holding wine that if sold could buy a peasants farm, it was so expensive.  Arnurd Fruwee had been a collector of such things.  Something Kembar shared a love for.

There was movement again.  This time, Tylannah was sure she saw someone disappear around the end of one of the row of shelves.  Whoever it was, they were being purposeful in trying to avoid her.  This only strengthened her resolve.  She moved forward more quickly now.

"Come out!  I see you."  She turned a corner only to see the figure again disappear around another row of shelves.  This time she had seen enough to know it was a woman, dressed in a white nightgown.  Tylannah nearly broke into a run.  She needed to catch this stranger that was playing this game.  She turned a corner, expecting to see the stranger, if only a glimpse as they disappeared around another corner, but there was none.  In fact, there were no other corners to slip around.  She had reached the back of the cellar and there was only stone wall ahead of her.

Her bows furrowed.  Where did the figure go?  There was nowhere else for them to go.  They couldn't have slipped past her, or escaped somewhere.  It was if they simply disappeared.  As if they dissolved into the wall itself.

Tylannah shivered as a presence could suddenly be felt directly behind her.  Someone had moved right up behind her!  The ambassador's wife spun around and a force grabbed at both her torch and her waist.

A scream echoed from the wine cellar.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on March 12, 2010, 03:47:37 PM
Date: 29th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Nightsbane (5 AM)

"You fool!  Look at you!  You're drunk, you stink like Vhodkaa, and you claim to have passed out in the wine cellar.  I should have you tossed on a rack and stretched!"

Ouch!  That hurt.  Not simply because it was an obvious jab at Aeris' height, but because his head felt as though it were going to burst.  Still, the only thing he could do was sit there in Lady Tylannah's anteroom while ambassador Fruwee screamed at him.  Worse, Corfuyne, Corrigahn and Buttins were here to witness this.  He visibly winced.

"Please, Kembar.  It was not his fault.  He startled me, but it was not him that caused me to go down there to the wine cellar."  Tylannah sat in a deep thick chair, while an attending lady dabbed her forehead with a cool cloth.

It was obvious that Fruwee was not to be cajoled by his wife.  "You heard a baby crying?"  He faced each of the people in the room.  "Is there a child in this embassy?"

Buttins shook his head.  "No, m'lord.  The last woman to have a child was Getti, one of the housemaids, and that was three years ago.  Since then, Getti was let go.  Had a bad habit of gossipping, she did.  I remember this one story she told about the castellan from the Manthrian embassy and his, or so I'm told, extra long-".

"Buttins!  Will you shut up!"  Aeris sighed.  It was better when the ambassador was yelling at him than to hear Buttins make a fool of himself.

"-ears."  Buttins realized that he had gone off on his own path again, at exactly the wrong time.  He simply shook his head toward the ambassador.  "No children here, m'lord."

Fruwee nodded and strolled over to his wife and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.  "See, my dear, there are no children.  You must have heard Aeris."

Tylannah was getting frustrated.  "No.  It wasn't the castellan.  I heard a child.  It woke me up."

"Then you were dreaming.  Sleepwalking perhaps.  We had a trying night.  Far too much excitement for a woman in your condition.  I should not have brought you.  From now on, you will stay in the embassy and get more rest."  He captured the eye of the attending lady.  "Take my wife to her bed and see to it she gets some rest."

The woman curtsied.  "M'lord."  Helping Tylannah to her feet, the two disappeared into the bed chamber.

Fruwee turned his attention back to Aeris.  "The only reason I don't have you impaled on a pike is because my wife believes you innocent in this.  I know better, of course.  You will pay for the bottles of Vhodkaa you stole from me.  She might not believe it was you she heard, but it is obvious to the rest of us."

Aeris bit his lip.  Yes, he had woken up in the hall and stumbled to the wine cellar in search of more vhodkaa.  Yes, he had drank himself into a stupor and had vomited on himself and disgraced himself.  That was all true.  But, it was untrue that it was him the lady had heard in the basement.  He had awakened in the cellar by hearing the lady calling out to someone.  He had approached her from behind, and when she turned about, he had startled her.  He had been forced to grab the torch and grab her to keep her from falling when she nearly fainted from fright.  In truth, Fruwee should be thanking him for saving the Lady Tylannah.  Not that he'd hold his breath until that happened.

Fruwee snorted derisively.  "Get out of my sight.  In fact, attempt to avoid me all together for the next few days so that I may calm down a bit before deciding your fate."

Aeris stood and hurried from the lady's anteroom, followed by Buttins, Corrigahn and Drea.  Once they were safely in the corridor, Aeris stopped and halted Corrigahn as well, waving the other two people away.  "Look, Corrigahn, I'm not sure what happened tonight, but the lady was following something.  I want you to stay close to her.  Watch her.  If someone is trying to harm her, we better make damn sure they don't succeed.  I might be in the ambassador's bow-sight now, but if something happens to his wife, you can be sure all of us will pay for it."

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on March 27, 2010, 12:09:29 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 1st Hour of Sunblaze Known as Lightthrive (9 AM)

Drea entered the sitting room, and casually looked about, seeing only Tylannah.  The ambassador's wife had her back to the room, staring out the window to the gardens outside, the flowers in bloom.  It was apparent that the woman had not heard Drea enter the room, so Drea softly cleared her throat.  She saw the woman stiffen, so knew that her presence was acknowledged.

"Lady, is there anything I can do for you?"

Tylannah stared out the window.  For the first time since coming here to New Santhala, she suddenly found herself wishing she were back in Voldar.  "No, thank you, Drea."

Drea fidgeted.  The lady's voice sounded hollow and weak. "Perhaps you would like to talk about what happened last night?"

Tylannah shook her head.  No, she did not want to talk about last.  In truth, she did not know what she could say.  She knew what she had heard.  She knew what she had seen.  And it was not Aeris.  Something strange had happened.  But, above all of this, what was worse was that her husband did not believe her.  Nor, she was sure, did the others in her room last night, which included Drea.  "No, thank you, Drea.  I'd just rather forget what happened."  She turned to face the bodyguard.

Drea was startled at how bad Tylannah looked.  Her eyes were red and puffy, and her skin pale.  "Did you get any sleep?"

"No, not much," Tylannah admitted.  

"Maybe you should try to sleep, then."

Again, Tylannah shook her head.  No.  Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear the cries of that child and could see the spectre disappearing just beyond her vision.  A shiver ran through her.

"Breakfast, then?"

Tylannah sighed.  She knew that she would not get any peace from the bodyguard until she gave in on something.  Still, her stomach was not up to eating.  What else, then?  "Drea, can you summon our new musician?  I'd like to hear some music right now."

Drea paused.  She would have preferred the lady eat, but this gave her a chance to speak to the elf.  This, she had planned to do anyway.  Was it simply a coincidence that a stranger was brought into the embassy the very night that something strange had happened to the ambassador's wife?  

Drea bowed.  "Very well, m'lady.  I'll go and fetch Kalina."  She spun on her heel and left the room and headed upstairs.  She had a few questions for the harp player.

She stopped before the door to the elfess' room and knocked sharply.  "Kalina, it's Drea Corfuyne, may I come in?  Lady Tylannah is asking for you."

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on April 06, 2010, 05:42:17 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 4th Hour of Sunblaze Known as Sunreign (12 PM)

Aeris sat at his desk, going over expense figures for the embassy.  He had been at it for over three hours, but had only recently began to make sense of them.  Most of the morning, the lists of numbers would simply blur into a long line of nothingness.  It wasn't until Buttins arrived with a flask of svaq, which Aeris greedily consumed, that life began to return to normalcy after the vhodkaa induced hangover he suffered through all morning.

Now that his head had stopped pounding, it gave him time to fume over the dressing down he had taken this morning.  What Fruwee had done to him, in front of subordinates no less, was unwarranted and completely malapropos.  If that pompous, over bearing wind bag were here right now, Aeris would give him a blast of what was what!  He'd start by telling him what an ingrate the man was, followed by-

"Aeris!"  Fruwee stood in front of the Castellan's desk.  "Are you sleeping?"

Aeris lifted his head, only now realizing that he had succumbed to his heavy eyes and placed his head, if only for a moment, onto the reports.  One sheet of parchment stuck to his chin from the drool that had dripped from the corner of his mouth and dried there.  Aeris tore it from his face and tried to smooth it out on the desk, while attempting to look nonchalant.  "Not sleeping, m'lord, just engrossed in the expense reports."

Fruwee shook his head slowly, disgusted at what he saw before him.  "Aeris, I've decided to give you one more chance, more so because of my wife's insistance that it was not you in the cellar that gave her such a fright, and that you in fact saved her.  Had I my druthers, I'd toss your arse out of here today."

Aeris was not sure what to say.  "Thank you?"  It sounded so stupid out loud.

He must have been dropped on his head as a child, Fruwee thought to himself.  Might explain the height as well.  "So, I decided that I needed to keep better tabs on you.  As I don't actually want to near you any more than absolutely necessary, I have decided that I am going to replace your assistant Buttins with one of my own men.  Actually, woman would be more accurate."  Fruwee turned to the open door.  "Come in."

An older woman entered the room, bowing to the ambassador before turning to Aeris and nodding to him.  "M'lord."

"This is Xennia, and she'll be your new assistant."  There was not intonation of any room for argument in Fruwee's voice.

Aeris glanced over to Xennia, who grinned at him with a buck-toothed smile.  He rolled his eyes.  How bad was life when he knew that he was going to miss Buttins?

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Cyradin Lawabel on April 07, 2010, 11:17:12 AM
Date: 28th Day of Awakening Earth: Sunreign - 12:00pm
*NOTE: This takes place prior to the murder of the first Ambassador Fruwee*

Cyradin didn't like the man in front of him ... offiicious types really got up his nose.

"You are aware, aren't you, that this delivery was very nearly late, Master Merchant," the official said, speaking down his nose at the merchant.

"The delivery wasn't due until the 1st of Changing Winds," Cyradin replied, "we actually got here ahead of time. We made better time than expected on the roads between farms, cities, villages and towns. Then, of course, some of our suppliers helped us with the loading and unloading. Now, then, it is your choice. You can take these goods, pay us for them, and we'll be on our way, or we'll find another purchaser for our goods, the Nemeran Embassy, perhaps?"

"Don't you dare do that," the official said, "we had an agreement with you. You would supply us with those goods, not them. I ... that is the Ambassador would ensure that you never work again in these parts if you were to supply them with anything."

"This is out of the way for my apprentice and myself," Cyradin observed, "if we were to give up the trip here, we'd be able to get more products delivered and collected than we do currently. We'd make more profit that way. So, by all means cancel our order. We'll focus on customers who appreicate our efforts. Come, Raworaan, let's go."

And with that, both man and boy turned to go back to their wain.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't go!" Cyradin and Raworaan paid no attention to the squawking official, though they had shared a grin with each other.

"I issued you an order!" the official called out after them, "you are required to stop and listen to me when I give you an official order or directive."

"Neither my apprentice or myself are dogs, nor are we your servants. We do not come when you squawk. It is your choice, either accept our goods, or we'll find another buyer for them," Cyradin said.

"Very well, Master Merchant, the Vardynn Embassy shall graciously accept your goods and the Vardynn Embassy will pay you for them. However, 5% of the price will be deducted from the price you receive, due to your lack of respect for me and my position as 3rd Assistant Undersecretary to the Works Division of the Embassy of Vardynn," the official stated.

"This bores me," Cyradin declared, "we're here ahead of time, and we've delivered the goods the Embassy desired. We will be paid in full, or your behaviour will be reported to the appropriate authorities, and these supplies will go to another embassy. Will your Works Division be impressed with that outcome, Mister 3rd Assistant Undersecretary?"

"I err ..." the official spluttered and then cleared his throat, "you will be paid for you goods in full. Furthermore, I am also prepared to pay you an additional 10% price on top for the trouble you've gone to on our behalf."

"No, Mr 3rd Assistant Undersecretary, I am after a fair price. That price is the price we agreed on. I will not accept any variation to that price. I hope that you weren't just offering me a bribe to keep quiet," Cyradin said.

"Oh, of course not, Master Merchant," the official said, fawning over Cyradin, "I would never try to bribe you. I know you are beyond such things."

"And quit sucking up to me," Cyradin said, "it doesn't work for me, and it makes you look ridiculous, man. Always face the world on your own two feet."

"I am sorry, Master Merchant, it won't happen again," the official said.

"Good, now my Apprentice will oversee the unloading of the wain. Please send out five porters or similar who can do the lifting. While that's happening, we'll count the payment ... we wouldn't want any of the silverbards going astray, now would we?"

The official frowned at that, but motioned for five burly blokes to assist Raworaan with the unloading.

"Remember, Raw, you're not to do the lifting," Cyradin said over his shoulder to his nephew, before following the 3rd Assistant Undersecretary to the Works Division of the Vardynn Embassy into the strongroom containing the money.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Raworaan on April 07, 2010, 12:14:52 PM
Raworaan listened as Cyradin and the officious fool verbally fenced with each other. He had seen his uncle do so on countless other occasions, this one had no chance, no chance at all. Raworaan could see that from the start of this encounter. Raworaan winced at his uncle's response to the fool's suggestion that the pay be reduced and then to the suggestion that his uncle receive 10% extra.

They were from Xaramon Province, Naios to be exact although they moved around quite often, picking up and delivering products fo various kinds, including foodstuffs. Raworaan found it interesting, very interesting, far more interesting than growing up on the farm. For most of his life, the first 8 years of it, actually, he'd grown up idolising Cyradin. Then at eight, Cyradin came to his parents' farm and he had changed from an object of mystery to his uncle. Raworaan was seeing Cyradin off, when disaster struck the farm, burning it the ground, with Raworaan's parents inside. Since that day, 2 years earlier, Cyradin had taken Raworaan under his wing, teaching him how to be a merchant.

This was Raworaan's first trip here. When Cyradin had last came to New Santhalos, Raworaan was left with the owner of the Red King Inn in Naios, but now Cyradin declared he wanted Raworaan to join him, and despite the boy's protestations, he ended up going for the trip.

Things were changing for Raworaan now. He began to draw his own opinions on things, and he wasn't shy about sharing them with Cyradin, particularly when they were at odds with those of Cyradin. But for now he was ...

He was drawn back when his uncle mentioned his name. Raworaan snapped back into paying attention and heard what his uncle said, "Remember, Raw, you're not to do the lifting."

Raw watched his uncle and the fool go into a building and then at the 5 men coming towards him. He had grown up as an only child, and he really didn't like large crowds ... he was fine with about 5 others, many more, though, and he'd start feeling very uncomfortable.

"Where's the stuff, kid," one of them said.

"In the back here," Raworaan replied, getting down from the wainsman's platform and opening the side of the wain. "That stuff there is ours." Raworaan pointed, "that stuff there is to be unloaded."

Cyradin had insisted on Raworaan be involved in loading the Wain so that the boy would know what was where when it came to delivering the supplies to the Embassy.

"Let's do it boys," another of the five said, then to Raworaan, "and what about you, kid, are you going to help?"

"The Master Merchant told me not to do any lifting," Raworaan replied, "I'd better not."

Of course, kid, he said with a smirk, "stay back there and keep safe, be a baby."

"I am ten years old," Raworaan said, "I'm not a baby! Don't you dare call me a baby!"

"Or what, you'll cry?" asked the man, and the five porters burst into laughter at that, "don't cry, baby!"

"I'll report it to my uncle," Raworaan said with a smile, "and he'll take our goods to another Embassy. Do I need to call my Uncle? Will the fool dealing with the Master Merchant take too kindly to your ... incompetence?"

The five men went on with their work without another comment ... Raworaan was, afterall, the apprentice to Cyradin and things like that were included in his education. He wondered how long it would be before Uncle Cyr would be out with him again.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Cyradin Lawabel on April 08, 2010, 01:39:21 PM
Date: 28th Day of Awakening Earth: 5th Hour of Sunblaze - 1:00pm
*NOTE: This takes place prior to the murder of the first Ambassador Fruwee*

As he left his meeting with the 3rd Assistant Undersecretary to the Works Division of the Embassy of Vardynn, Cyradin looked around for his nephew. The five porters were nowhere in sight, and so he walked towards the wain. There, on the driver's platform was Raworaan ... fast asleep.

"Raw," he said to his nephew, "time to go."

Raworaan woke with a start and looked at his uncle, "of course, it is."

"Enjoy the sleep?" Cyradin asked.

"I wasn't sleeping, I was resting my eyes," Raworaan protested.

"As you wish, Raw," Cyradin said, "our business here is done, however we make the return trip in two months. On about the 30th of Singing Birds and we'll have another round of dealing with the Third Assistant Secretary of the Division of Works at the Vardynn Embassy."

"So its home to Naios then?" the boy asked, at the nod from his uncle, he grinned, saying, "good, a bit of time at home will do us both good, I think."

The master merchant motioned to his nephew to move across and the boy did so, allowing Cyradin to get up and sit alongside him. Taking Braan's reigns in his hands, the man started through the streets of New Santhalos for the gates that would ultimately take them back up north and home.

"So, observations back there, Raw," Cyradin said, "what did you think of my dealings with that doormat?"

"You were extremely eloquent, Uncle Cyr, eloquent and polite, but you were unmoving and ultimately you got what you wanted at the price you wanted. You really do want a fair price for things, don't you?" the boy replied.

"Indeed," Cyradin replied, "though what do you mean by fair price?"

"Well, you stuck to the contract price. Even when the self-important goose tried to bribe you with more money, you stuck to your guns and the contract, not accepting more than the original price." Raworaan said.

Cyradin nodded, "what would you have done differently to that?"

"Well ... I would ..." and as the conversation between Cyradin and Raworaan continued, the camera faded into nothingness as their conversation was ultimately unimportant to the plot.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Kalína Dalá'isyrás on April 08, 2010, 05:17:37 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 1st Hour of Sunblaze Known as Lightthrive (9 AM)

Kalína was laying in bed, thinking of the night's events and how they had panned out. Her usage of her abilities had not been as effective as she had hoped, yet she felt her teachers would've been proud of her progress in her absense. An excitement and hope rose in her heart as she thought of her upcoming adventure with working at the Embassy with the wonderful new employers, and the thought of having a little one to possibly help look after once again, until she could find her own son. Tears welled up in her eyes as her thoughts drifted to her child and the memories she had of him before his sudden disappearance. A sharp knock at her door brought her from her sad reverie.

She stopped before the door to the elfess' room and knocked sharply.  "Kalina, it's Drea Corfuyne, may I come in?  Lady Tylannah is asking for you."

"One...moment, Drea!"

Quickly removing herself from beneath the sheets, she snatched up her cloak and wrapped it about her shoulders to fend off any chill. Rushing to the door, she unlatched the locks and quickly swung open the door to find the Lady's bodyguard standing there, if not a bit impatiently.

"Please...come in. Is..the Lady...alright?" She inquired as Drea made her way into the room, closing the door behind the woman when she had entered. Small hands wrapped around her thick tresses and twisted them to pull them off her features. "Should...we be...go-ing?"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on April 09, 2010, 02:16:11 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 1st Hour of Sunblaze Known as Lightthrive (9 AM)

The door opened and Drea stepped into the elfess' room.  It appeared as though the elfess had still been in bed.  "I apologize if I woke you, Kalina, but Lady Tylannah requests your company.  Please, do get dressed first."

Drea looked about the room, casually eyeing anything that belonged to Kalina.  Nothing outwardly suspicious caught her eye.  "The Lady is still a bit shook up from her experience last night."  She turned to face the elf.  "It has been suggested that the Lady was dreaming; sleep walking perhaps, though I'm not entirely sure.  The Lady is quite adamant that what she experienced and heard was real. "

She walked over to the small window in Kalina's room and pretended to be interested in whatever was happening in the gardens below.  "If that is the case, who or what is behind it?  It also begs the question: what was the purpose?"

Again, Drea turned to face Kalina.  "You, of course, were asleep the whole time?  Did you hear anything?"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on April 11, 2010, 09:11:42 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 1st Hour of Daywane Known as Sundrown (3 PM)

Aeris sighed.  He was content.  His eyes closed, feet up on his desk, he almost purred as he felt fingers gently caress his temples.  His headache was gone; banished by the dexterous digits of his new assistant who stood behind him kneading his tight muscles.  His doubts over Xennia had disappeared as soon as she pulled a chair up net to his desk and started going over the expense reports.  She read them to him, listened to his suggestions, offered some of her own opinions, then wrote down his responses, nearly as quickly as he could speak them.  What should have taken him long into the night to complete, longer if Buttins were helping, only took a few hours.  She then offered to relieve his stress and massaged his shoulders until he almost melted, then moved to his temples to completely cure his pounding skull.

If she weren't so damned homely, she'd be the perfect woman!

"There you go, m'lord."  Xennia moved back to the other side of the large desk.

Aeris opened his eyes and sat upright, taking his feet off the desk.  He rolled his head around his shoulders, marvelling at how less tight he felt.  "Yes, thank you, Xennia."

"Anything else, today?"

There was always more to do, but he wasn't in the mood for more work.  "Not right now."  He gave her a quizzical glance.  "What are you here to do, Xennia?"


"Besides spy on me, I mean."

Xennia smiled.  "I'm your personal secretary, m'lord.  Anything you need done, I'm here to do.  As for spying, I guess that depends on what you mean by spying.  Yes, I will be ordered by Ambassador Fruwee to report to him on your actions, but I consider myself your employee as of now.  I trust you are not a traitor, m'lord?"

Aeris shook his head.  "No, I'm no traitor."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, m'lord."

Aeris doubted that.  Still, her absolute admission of her duty to spy on him was strangely refreshing.  Unlike Buttins, Aeris knew where she stood.  "Where are you from, Xennia?"

"Oh, from a small village called Granich, on the island of Churican."

Aeris felt a shiver course through him.  "I know it well!  That's where I am from."

"I know."

"You know?"

Xennia gathered the loose sheets of parchment and put them into a neat pile.  "I make it my business to know many things, M'lord Aeris."  She then curtsied to him.  "I think I shall retire then."  She turned, then stopped abruptly.  "Oh my, he doesn't like you, does he?"

Confused, Aeris walked around the desk to look where Xennia was pointing.  In the doorway of the office, the cat Arnurd crouched, staring at the small statured man, growling.  Aeris sighed.  "Damnable cat hates me."

"Would you like me to take care of it?"

Aeris looked at her.  Something in her voice made him shiver.  Did she mean kill it?  Not that he was adverse to such a thing, but the fact that it was Lady Tylannah's cat made him pause.  Was this a test?  If he said yes, would he find himself clapped in irons in short order?  "No, no thank you, Xennia.  That will be all."

She pursed her lips.  "Pity.  I hate that cat."  She then walked from the room, the small cat bolting away in front of her.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Cyradin Lawabel on April 15, 2010, 11:11:06 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

Cyradin frowned at his nephew's latest quip as they drove their wain towards the Vardynn Embassy. The boy was getting a smart mouth on him, and Cyradin knew it would get either the boy or both of them in big trouble. Unfortunately, Raworaan was at the age where he believed he was invincible, that nothing could affect him, that he could do anything without it having a negative effect on him. Cyradin knew the time was approaching that Raworaan wuld get a lesson in such things, and realise why it was all just a process of waiting for such a thing to occur. Part of Cyradin hoped that the lessons wouldn't have a lasting impact on him, and another part of him knew that would have to happen for the boy to learn from it.

"What's the problem, uncle Cyr?" Raworaan asked.

"Your smart mouth," Cyradin told his nephew, "it will get you in trouble one of these days. I hope you'll be able to deal with it. I mightn't be here to assist. And I might be unwilling to help out, depending on who you insult."

"Well, you were there when I commented on the beards of those female dwarves," Raworaan observed, "and you stood up for me when that hobbit took offence to me calling him fatso."

Cyradin sighed, "and I regret doing that. You need to learn that there are consequences. Consequences for your actions. If you don't ... well you are setting yourself up for a fall ... a painful fall."

"I doubt it," Raworaan said, "you'll always be there. You respect the memory of my father too much to let anything happen to me."

Cyradin fell silent at that, knowing the boy spoke the truth, but unwilling to admit to it.

"You have a smart mouth, you know that, don't you?" Cyradin commented after a few moments.

Raworaan nodded, "so you've said to me in the past."

Cyradin said, "well, remember what Dek said to you, about your smart mouth."

Raworaan sighed, "I do. I was hurt that day, you know. Badly hurt."

"You deserved it," Cyradin said, "what's happened to the old Raw?"

Raworaan sighed, "I don't know. I woke up one morning and he was gone, and I came out like this. I don't like doing this, Uncle Cyr, I just can't help it."

"I know ... and I'll be able to help you as much as possible, I've been through it all, afterall," Cyradin said, "Despite it all, I'll do what I can to help, even if its just picking up the pieces of your broken life."

"See, I told you you'd be back again," Raworaan said, with a smirk.

As they approached the embassy, Cyradin sighed.

"There he is, the 3rd assistant undersecretary to the department of works, self righteous git that he is," Cyradin observed, "you'll help supervise the unpacking again, while i deal with that toady."

"Its a deal," Raworaan said.

As Cyradin approached the man, he could see that the secretary had a self-congratulatory smirk on his face and knew that this wouldn't go well for them.

"Well, Master Merchant," the man sneered, "you are late. I will be docking pay this time."

"We were delayed by the rains to the north and west of here. The roads through the mountains were quite dangerous. We had to spend the odd night at a farm," Cyradin replied, "but you are right, we didn't make the delivery according to the times specified in the contract."

"As a result, we will be docking 60% of your standard fee," the 3rd assistant under secretary said.

"No, you'll be docking 15% of the fee," Cyradin said calmly, "as indicated in our contract with you. Alternatively, if you decide to continue on with your foolishness, my apprentice and I will take our business elsewhere. I understand the Remusians have recently opened up an embassy here. Maybe they could do with some supplies, if you have no use to them."

"Very well, 15% reduction," the official replied, "don't go to another embassy, those are our goods, we ordered them and you must give them to us."

"Actually," Cyradin answered with a gentle smile on his lips, "I believe you'll find that until you have paid my apprentice and myself for this delivery, these goods are ours, to do with as we wish. I know it means that we won't do business with you again, but I prefer Marcogg or Naios to New Santhala, anyway."

The official frowned, and said, "you are right. For the trouble I've put you to, I'll waive the 15% reduction."

"No, you won't. I've told you previously, Mr 3rd assistant undersecretary that I don't take kindly to people trying to bribe me, any more than I take kindly to people trying to cheat me. Your bribe is of no interest to me," Cyradin told him firmly.

"Very well then," the official said, "I'll pay you, come on in."

"Start the unloading," Cyradin called over to Raworaan, who nodded in reply.



"Oh, if it isn't the same baby as last time," one of the porters said.

"Listen, I am not a baby, you big dumb ugly oaf. I am 10 years old and I am already much smarter than all of you five combined. The Master Merchant and I will take our business elsewhere if you are not careful, and then the 3rd Assistant Undersecretary will be upset with you."

"There is a problem with that scenario, kid," another of the porters said, grinning evilly.

"What is that?" Raworaan asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

"The Master Merchant and the 3rd assistant undersecretary are all the way over there," said yet another porter, cracking his knuckles. Raworaan winced at that sound.

"And you are here with the five of us ... and not only are we big dumb ugly oafs, we are also much stronger than you and we don't appreciate little brats calling us names," said the fourth porter.

"I am not a little brat, I am 10 years old, and I am ...," Raworaan said with false bravado.

"badly outnumbered and in trouble," the first of the porters said to him, "the Master Merchant and the 3rd Assistant Undersecretary are now inside that building. Which means we can have fun."

Raworaan looked at them and knew that things were going to get painful for him. He started running, shouting out, "Help! Help! Help! Someone help!"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on April 20, 2010, 06:17:39 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

Thaelel was going for a walk in the beautiful cobbled streets of New Santhala. He couldn't believe his luck. He had an easy and well-paying job at an embassy within 200 peds of his house, but it was boring. He'd find any excuse to extract himself from the confines of the stuffy embassy. "Captain of the guards?" Thaelel thought, "More like captain of the numskulls!" All his subordinates were completely useless, and it made his life difficult. But then again, it didn't really matter that they were totally incompetent- after all, it was extremely unlikely that there would be any action in the middle of the capital of the United Kingdom of Santharia. Thaelel's whole body itched to fight, and since he could easily defeat any of his guards in training bouts he went for daily walks.

"Help! Help! Help! Someone help!" a boyish voice suddenly cried.

Thaelel's hand went immediately to his sword and he rushed over to where he thought he had heard the shout. The mercenary was confronted with a despicable scene: five large men were standing over a little boy, grinning nastily and cracking knuckles. Suddenly one pushed the little boy over and started to kick him.

Disgusted at the men's behaviour, Thaelel jumped in front of the first man that was kicking the boy and punched him hard in the face. As the man clutched his nose, Thaelel grabbed his shoulders and hooked his leg around the man's ankles, pushing him over. The second man clumsily attempted to punch Thaelel, but was too slow. With a flick of his wrist Thaelel brought his sword to the man's neck, blocking his punch in the process. He then kicked him in the stomach, knocking him over, kicked the first one in the head as he tried to rise, then took out a throwing knife and embedded it in the door of a house 2 nailsbreadths from the fleeing third man's head. He couldn't stop the other two fleeing, as they had already disappeared around the bend, but he could certainly stop this one.

"Stop running!" Thaelel yelled, "Or the next one goes into your leg!"

The man froze, terrified.

"Good... Now put your hands on your head, turn around, and walk slowly back to me"

While the man was shuffling slowly back, Thaelel surreptitiously glanced at the other two men. One was out cold, and the other was groaning in pain. The boy was looking in wonder at the mercenary, obviously surprised that one man could so easily take down the three huge porters.

"Don't even think about getting up." He told the groaning man.

By this time, the third man was within a ped of Thaelel, so he ordered him to stop. He told him to lie down next to his criminal friends, and waited. Soon the first man woke up, and immediately started to get up, but a strong kick from Thaelel soon put any thoughts of escape out of his mind. Then, the mercenary addressed them all:

"You lot are in big trouble. I'm taking a walk in this beautiful city when I hear a cry for help. I come over to investigate, and I see three huge men terrorising a little boy outside the Vardynn Embassy. So what happens then? I see them push him over and start to kick him. Then something inside me snapped. I went for you, and now look where we are. I think this will make an interesting story for the ambassador, don't you?"

"Please, no! I'll do anything! Take them, but not me! I've got money..."Said the the man who had fled.

"Shut your mouth, coward." responded Thaelel angrily, "You will take responsibility for your actions. And don't try to bribe me. I am appalled. How could three grown men beat up a small child? Absoloutely despicable. Utterly vile and loathsome. I'll be sure that the ambassador hears all the details of this story. Now get up and walk to the embassy! Now!

As the three men were forced up at sword point and marched to the embassy, Thaelel winked at the little boy.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "Justice will be served, even for the two that got away. Sorry about that whole business, I haven't had time to introduce myself. I am Thaelel Swordmar, Erpheronian mercenary and captain of the guards at the Remusian embassy. Now if I might ask who you are and why you were in a fight with these big dumb ugly oafs?"

The boy smiled at this, and Thaelel listened to him intently as the cowardly man cried for his mother.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Raworaan on April 20, 2010, 09:08:52 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

Raworaan looked at the man in amazement as he slowly took on and defeated the five porters. Then, he came towards Raworaan and the boy stepped back nervously when the man bent down to Raworaan's height.

"Don't worry," the man whispered, "Justice will be served, even for the two that got away. Sorry about that whole business, I haven't had time to introduce myself. I am Thaelel Swordmar, Erpheronian mercenary and captain of the guards at the Remusian embassy. Now if I might ask who you are and why you were in a fight with these big dumb ugly oafs?"

Raworaan smiled at the man's words and then the smile turned into a grin when the man called them 'big dumb ugly oafs'.

"I am Raworaan Chesabaltt, but my friends call me Raw. You're my friend, aren't you, Sir? My uncle and I are merchants and we had to make a delivery to the Vardynn Embassy. We came down from Naios in Xaramon Province where we live and work. Uncle Cyr is in side that building over there with the 3rd assistant undersecretary to the department of works, getting our pay. He told me to oversee the unloading of our wain, but not to do any of the lifting myself. Those five porters were called out to do it. They started calling me a little brat and a baby. I told them I wasn't a baby, that I was 10 years old," Raworaan said.

"They told me they were going to have fun and I think they were going to really hurt me," Raworaan added, his eyes still wide and he was wincing as he saw the three porters stumbling ahead of Thaelel, "you were great then. Thank you for saving me from them. They didn't like me not helping them, but Uncle Cyr told me not to do the lifting. He thought it would be too heavy for me. But now, it looks like I'll have to do it by myself. Sir, would you be able to help me? I don't want to stop you from your work or anything, but some of that stuff in there is really heavy."

The door on the side of wain was open and Thaelel would be able to see what Raworaan was talking about. Large boxes and containers, barrels and other storage items were in there, most too big for a 10 year old boy to lift and carry without any help.


Inside the building the third assistant undersecretary grumbled as he handed over the money to Cyradin. Cyradin made a point of counting it. There would be enough there for them to stay here for a few nights before returning to Naios. Perhaps he could even take Raw out for a meal somewhere, or get him newer clothes. As he thought of that, he looked out towards the wain to see a man with a sword next to Raw, and three of the porters ahead of them.

"Who is he?" Cyradin asked the 3rd assistant undersecretary.

"His name, I'm not sure of, but he is a guard of some kind at one of the other embassies. Judging by his uniform, I'd say it is the Remusians. There'll have to be an accounting of this," the man said to Cyradin.

"Why would he be attacking your porters?" Cyradin asked.

"I don't know, maybe they were going to do something to the brat," the 3rd assistant undersecretary said.

"My nephew is not a brat," Cyradin said firmly, "but it is clear that they are bullies ... 5 grown men picking on a boy ... disgraceful."

"Damages will have to be deducted," the 3rd assistant undersecretary started, "first of all ..."

"There are no damages. Five grown men attacking a boy? That's disgraceful," Cyradin pointed out, "I wonder why he stepped in to help Raw."

"Maybe you'd better go out and find out," the officious fellow said.

"After I get paid," Cyradin said firmly.

"But what if he's going to hurt the br ... I mean your apprentice," the 3rd assistant under secretary said, changing his word at the look he received from Cyradin.

"He's not going to hurt Raw," Cyradin said, "he's there to help him. Why go to the trouble of saving him if he was going to do something to hurt him later on? No, he's no bully. Now then, about that money?"

The third assistant undersecretary to the division of works within the Vardynn embassy looked out at the events unfolding with a sigh ... he KNEW he'd have to give an account on what happened.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on April 20, 2010, 09:57:51 PM
"Raworaan, eh?" replied Thaelel, "I'll call you Raw, if that's okay with you. Anyway, I'd love to help you with your wares, young merchant, but first let me take these bullies to the ambassador. Now that I know the full story, I think these men will undoubtedly get quite a punishment. As for being your friend, I think you can decide that" Thaelel winked.

"Now then, you said you came here with your uncle. Where is he? I'm sure he'd like to know how his young nephew is doing. And I'm definitely sure that he'll want to accompany you to the ambassador when you tell your story."

"Take me to the ambassador. His name is Fruwee, isn't it?" demanded Thaelel of the porters, "And don't get any funny ideas about leading me to some 'friends'. I know this city like the back of my hand, and if I find you leading us into one of the rougher districts... let's just say you will regret it."

"Yes, his name is Fruwee" One whimpered as they led Thaelel into the embassy via the back entrance, Efér'scál'swordmar at their backs and Raworaan trailing behind as he answered Thaelel's questions. As Thaelel looked around he caught sight of a man negotiating with someone from the embassy, and interrupted Raw.

"Is that your uncle Cyr?"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Raworaan on April 23, 2010, 05:33:47 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

"Raworaan, eh?" replied Thaelel, "I'll call you Raw, if that's okay with you. Anyway, I'd love to help you with your wares, young merchant, but first let me take these bullies to the ambassador. Now that I know the full story, I think these men will undoubtedly get quite a punishment. As for being your friend, I think you can decide that" Thaelel winked.

"Yes, you can call me Raw," Raworaan replied, "thank you."

"Now then, you said you came here with your uncle. Where is he? I'm sure he'd like to know how his young nephew is doing. And I'm definitely sure that he'll want to accompany you to the ambassador when you tell your story."

"He's currently talking to the Assistant Third Undersecretary to the Division of works here at the Embassy. The 3rd assistant undersecretary was trying to get out of paying us any money for this delivery. We were late, you see. There were bad storms up north, and we were forced to stay with some farmers for a day or two. Uncle Cyr got the 3rd assistant undersecretary to agree to pay us the correct amount of money, and told me to oversee the unloading of our wain. He doesn't want me to do the lifting, because he says I'm still too small for it. But, I'm 10 and am almost an adult. And I am stronger than he thinks."

Raworaan followed Thaelel and the porters as they entered the embassy.

"Is that your uncle Cyr?"

"Yes, that's uncle Cyr," Raworaan replied, smiling, "he cares for me, and is teaching me to become a merchant. I wish he was my father, not my uncle, but when people think he is my father, he corrects them. He doesn't like lying, you see."

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Kalína Dalá'isyrás on April 24, 2010, 06:22:59 PM
30th Singing Bird, 1st Hour of Sunblaze Known as Lightthrive (9 AM)

Pulling her nor'sidian cloak tighter about her shoulders, she listened closely to Drea's words, feeling a bit uneasy with the tone used to address her with. Kalína nodded in acknowledgment to the woman's apology and request, yet made no immediate moves to act upon it as the woman's attention was focused on her, making it a bit awkward to change into the proper attire. Drea's wandering eye increased her discomfort and nervousness, standing in her nightgown in front of such an important person. Her small hands combed through her long white tresses as she bit her lip, worried about the purpose of all the questions which were being posed, and why they were not going to the aid of the Lady who needed their comfort and understanding.

"Per..haps...if I...spe..."

She attempted to interject into Drea's speech, but was unable to make any result come from it as the woman continued on before the elfess could complete her thought. Yet, it was something Kalína was used to when dealing with others, as her voice was quiet and her Tharian was broken, so talking over her was not uncommon or strange. While the woman's attention was turned towards the garden outside the window, Kalína used the moment to quickly dress into something appropriate for visiting Lady Tylannah. Her limbs easily slipped into the spilk allia gown, hugging her slender curves as she carefully laced it up the back. When Drea turned to face the elfess, she was fully prepared for the attention.

She couldn't help but be overwhelmed by all of Drea's questions and aloud ponderings, as its purpose was unclear: was she trying to make guilt rise and some confession to be emitted? For the sake of her dignity, Kalína remained silent for most of the woman's directive comments, even biting her own tongue to keep from speaking from time to time.

"You, of course, were asleep the whole time?  Did you hear anything?"

"No...not rea...lly hear." The elfess insisted, answering Drea's final two inquiries. 

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on April 27, 2010, 03:22:50 AM
30th Singing Bird, 1st Hour of Sunblaze Known as Lightthrive (9 AM)

Drea nodded at the elfess' words.  She heard nothing.  Truth be told, she didn't expect the elfess to have heard anything.  More likely, there was nothing to hear.  The Lady must have had a nightmare.  There really wasn't any other explanation to a child crying who didn't exist, and figures disappearing into solid stone walls.

Drea smiled.  "Thank you , Kalina.  That's all the questions I have."  She stepped to the door .  "I'll take you to Lady Tylannah.  Bring your instrument."

Drea led the way to the sitting room, where the Lady was once more peering out the window.  Drea cleared her through softly.  "Lady?  I have brought Kalina with me."

Tylannah slowly turned to look at the two women.  How different each was to the other.  Tylannah smiled.  "Thank you, Drea.  That will be all."

Drea nodded and left the room.  If the Lady preferred the elf, she would not intrude.  There were other things she could do.  Besides, the company of "ladies" was not really her style.

Once the bodyguard had left the room, Tylannah rose from the chair she was in and moved to a sofa.  She sat and patted the seat next to her.  "Sit, please, Kalina.  Maybe a bit of music, if you'd be so kind.  Something gentle and soothing."  She could feel pressure building in her head and knew that a headache would soon follow.  Hopefully gentle sounds would ward off the pain.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on April 27, 2010, 05:21:56 AM
"Your father sounds like an admirable man. I am greatly looking forward to meeting him." commented Thaelel, impressed by the young boy's clearly impressive intellect.

Walking up to the master merchant, Thaelel extended his right hand and interrupted his conversation with the ambassadorial underling.

"Thaelel Path Burner of House Swordmar, renowned mercenary and captain of the guards at the Remusian embassy."

As the merchant turned to him, Thaelel continued, gesturing to Raw with his left hand.

"I found your nephew in a 'brawl' with five men. He seems pretty bright to me, but not enough to stop himself from provoking them. I was only just able to protect him, but some good did come of this. Apparently I am his friend!"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Cyradin Lawabel on April 27, 2010, 08:27:43 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

"Your father sounds like an admirable man. I am greatly looking forward to meeting him." commented Thaelel.

"You would have liked my dad, Thaelel," Raworaan told him, "he was always nice to me and mum. I was sad when they both died. Uncle Cyr wanted to go into their burning farmhouse to save them. But he would have died, and then I would have been left alone. I stopped him from going inside." He looked at his uncle talking with the 3rd assistant undersecretary and said, "Uncle Cyr has always been good to me, I don't want to lose him, like I lost my parents and grand parents."

Raworaan continued to walk alongside Thaelel as they approached the two men that were deep in conversation.

"I thank you for your agreement to pay us what was owed to us, minus the necessary penalties for the supplies being delivered late," Cyradin was saying when he became aware of footsteps approaching him. A right hand inserted between him and the undersecretary put an end to their conversation, and Cyradin looked to this newcomer. Seeing Raworaan alongside him made Cyradin raise his eyebrows in surprise. The embassy aide made to pay the money, but Cyradin motioned to him to stop as the newcomer seemed about ready to speak..

"Thaelel Path Burner of House Swordmar, renowned mercenary and captain of the guards at the Remusian embassy."

Cyradin turned to give the man his full attention. He was basically the same height as Cyradin, just a good bit heavier. He could well imagine that the man was a mercenary and that he did the job very well and very enthusiastically.

"Cyradin Lawabel, Merchant and Owner of Lawabel and Sons with offices in Naios and New Santhalos. I can see you've met my nephew and apprentice," Cyradin looked out towards the wain, "Raw, I seem to recall asking you to get help with the unloading of our wain. It looks as though that hasn't been done yet. Any reason for that?"

Raworaan looked at his feet at that point and refused to answer, fortunately Thaelel was able to step into the breach.

"I found your nephew in a 'brawl' with five men. He seems pretty bright to me, but not enough to stop himself from provoking them. I was only just able to protect him, but some good did come of this. Apparently I am his friend!"

"Brawling? With five men?" Cyradin asked, looking at Raworaan. His nephew's downcast look gave him the answer he needed, and Cyradin shook his head, "Raw, you know what I've said about such things."

Raworaan nodded and said, "well, they started it. They called me a baby. I told them I wasn't a baby and that I was ten and then they tried to hurt me. Thaelel saw and heard it and came to help me. He's my hero now. He was wonderful. But, we didn't get anything unloaded."

Cyradin gave his nephew a long look at that and didn't say a thing for a few blinks as he thought on what he was going to say. Getting angry wouldn't do anything, Raworaan was growing, and the men calling him a baby wasn't good. Besides, it was good that the mercenary and guard captain came on the scene when he did. Cyradin shuddered to think what would have happened to his nephew if the other man hadn't done so.

"You'll need to go back and do it, Raworaan," Cyradin told his nephew, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'm disappointed that you'd behave like that. I warned you earlier today that sometime you'd do something to annoy someone and that I mightn't be there to help you ... you were just lucky that Thaelel was nearby. You need to think on that and stop making the half-smart comments. Just wait over there, while I speak with Thaelel."

Cyradin watched his nephew nodded to him and walk off a short way with a sad look on his face. Cyradin then turned to look at Thaelel.

"Thank you for coming to his aid. He is going through his adolescence, and we both know how difficult that can be. Do you have the time to keep an eye on him for a few more minutes while I conclude my business here?"

Raworaan was ashamed of himself. He shouldn't have responded to those porters taunts of him. He should have followed his uncle's instructions. If he had, they wouldn't have been injured by Thaelel, and his uncle wouldn't have expressed his disappointment in Raworaan. But also, he wouldn't have met Thaelel. And that last one would have been a shame. Raworaan was a good kid, he was just confused at the moment, all of the things changing were very confusing for him ... very confusing indeed.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on April 29, 2010, 05:26:11 AM
"Of course. I've got to get back to the embassy, but that's not for another half hour, so I'd be happy to." replied Thaelel, " And if I could speak to you afterwards, that would be much appreciated. The ambassador is looking for a merchant to make a few deals with, and I'm sure he'd be honoured to conduct business with such an esteemed merchant as yourself. I'll leave you to it now. See you in a few minutes!"

Thaelel walked over to Raw, thinking about how to make conversation. Suddenly he had a great idea.

"So Raw, tell me about your uncle."

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Raworaan on May 03, 2010, 04:36:40 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)
Cyradin turned to look at Thaelel.

"Thank you for coming to his aid. He is going through his adolescence, and we both know how difficult that can be. Do you have the time to keep an eye on him for a few more minutes while I conclude my business here?"

"Of course. I've got to get back to the embassy, but that's not for another half hour, so I'd be happy to." replied Thaelel, " And if I could speak to you afterwards, that would be much appreciated. The ambassador is looking for a merchant to make a few deals with, and I'm sure he'd be honoured to conduct business with such an esteemed merchant as yourself. I'll leave you to it now. See you in a few minutes!"

"IThank you again, Thaelel," Cyradin replied, and then motioned to the 3rd assistant under secretary, "I've got to deal with him for the time being ... trumped up little man that he is. Give a man such as him a bit of power and then ... and then he thinks he can run roughshod over everyone. I hate people like that. Let's go to the Courtyard Inn and I'll buy you a round there and we can talk about the needs of your Ambassador. I think I've just about had enough dealing with this windbag."

Cyradin watched as Thaelel walked over towards Raw, before turning his attention back to the under secretary.

"So Raw, tell me about your uncle."

Raworaan was ashamed of himself. He shouldn't have responded to those porters taunts of him. He should have followed his uncle's instructions. If he had, they wouldn't have been injured by Thaelel, and his uncle wouldn't have expressed his disappointment in Raworaan. But also, he wouldn't have met Thaelel. And that last one would have been a shame. Raworaan was a good kid, he was just confused at the moment, all of the things changing were very confusing for him ... very confusing indeed. He was, however, brought out of it by Thaelel talking to him, and he brightened up considerably.

"Uncle Cyr runs Lawabel and Sons. It was started by his father, and my uncle took it over and expanded it when Grandpa went to stay with my parents. That was soon after I was born according to dad. He is a great man who doesn't like people lying. In fact, he won't lie himself, and corrects people if they say something false or by mistake. Even if someone thinks we are father and son, he'll correct them. He'll always insist on fair prices of all his goods, and he is teaching me how to be a merchant. He likes rabbits and I know that he wants to make sure I am safe. Although I don't always agree with everything he says or does, I do like him a lot and he's mostly pretty cool," Raworaan stopped and looked at Thaelel, "Was that what you wanted to know, or was there something else I could tell you about him?

Raworaan looked into the wain and picked out a couple of smaller containers and carried it towards the receiving bay.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on May 03, 2010, 07:26:09 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

"Uncle Cyr runs Lawabel and Sons. It was started by his father, and my uncle took it over and expanded it when Grandpa went to stay with my parents. That was soon after I was born according to dad. He is a great man who doesn't like people lying. In fact, he won't lie himself, and corrects people if they say something false or by mistake. Even if someone thinks we are father and son, he'll correct them. He'll always insist on fair prices of all his goods, and he is teaching me how to be a merchant. He likes rabbits and I know that he wants to make sure I am safe. Although I don't always agree with everything he says or does, I do like him a lot and he's mostly pretty cool. Was that what you wanted to know, or was there something else I could tell you about him?"

"No, that was exactly what I wanted to know, thanks. But I do have one more question; What exactly does he sell?" responded Thaelel as he took two of the larger containers from the wain, carrying it to the recieving bay as he followed Raworaan, "It's just that I work for another embassy, as you know, and we would love for him to trade with us. That does depend, however, on what he sells. So, what does he sell?"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Raworaan on May 04, 2010, 09:02:11 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

"No, that was exactly what I wanted to know, thanks. But I do have one more question; What exactly does he sell?" responded Thaelel as he took two of the larger containers from the wain, carrying it to the recieving bay as he followed Raworaan, "It's just that I work for another embassy, as you know, and we would love for him to trade with us. That does depend, however, on what he sells. So, what does he sell?"

"We sell a variety of products, some minerals, some foodstuffs, some plants, some finished products. We have a warehouse in Naios, attached to our house and shop. We have some suppliers, mostly those dealing with dwarves and other miners who bring their goods there. We also have jewellers, weapon makers and blacksmiths bring their finished products there. We also have dealings with a variety of different farmers in that region of Xaramon province down through to here who give us contracts to move their fresh produce for them. Uncle Cyr is only interested in the best products he can get for us to sell, and he always makes sure that everyone gets a fair deal, our suppliers, ourselves and our customers. He is looking to expand and put on additional teams to help with the deliveries. Hopefully, we'll be able to spend more time in each location, rather than being on the move all the time. This visit to New Santhalos, for example will only be for three days. Then we need to leave again," Raworaan said, as he carried more stuff from the wain into the receiving bay, "If there was something specific you wanted, you might need to ask Uncle Cyr about them. Though, he is willing to try to find most things, provided they aren't illegal, of course, and provided they can be sourced from down around here. These next things are heavier," Raworaan warned as they both made it back to the wain.

"I don't suppose you'd know if there are any fishing spots around here?" Raworaan asked, "I like fishing, but haven't been able to fish for a while now."

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on May 05, 2010, 02:21:59 AM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

"Well, the river would be a good place to start, don't you think? I'm afraid I don't fish much myself, but I think that's a pretty safe bet." laughed Thaelel.

'I can't wait to see what the Ambassador says when he hears that I've got a merchant to supply us with pretty much everything! I know I'm going to love seeing the look on his face!' he thought, carrying yet more containers from the wain.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Raworaan on May 05, 2010, 12:42:02 PM
Date: 30th Singing Bird, 3rd Hour of Sunblaze (11 am)

"Well, the river would be a good place to start, don't you think? I'm afraid I don't fish much myself, but I think that's a pretty safe bet." laughed Thaelel.

A group of other workers from the Vardynn Embassy wandered over to help unload the wain, while Raworaan pondered the words of Thaelel with a frown on his face. He almost punched Thaelel for the comment, but based on the way that the swordsman drove off the porters, he decided that wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. So he calmed himself down and looked at Thaelel, "I didn't know there was a river through here. We haven't come in over it," he said.

The workers finished the unloading prior to Cyradin finishing with the third assistant under secretary. The merchant walked over to his nephew and the guard captain and said, "I'm pleased its all finished. Good job Raw."

Raworaan beamed at his uncle's praise, and said, "Uncle Cyr, I want to  go fishing."

Cyradin grinned at his nephew, and said, "at the river, I presume."

Raworaan pouted and said, "you knew about the river?"

"But of course, his uncle replied, "it was shown on the map."

"I didn't realise that," Raworaan said with a frown, "so, can I go and fish?"

"Of course," Cyradin answered with a grin, "go and catch your fish. Just don't be too late, and keep safe."

"I'm in New Santhalos, how couldn't I be safe?" Raworaan asked.

"Remember those porters," Cyradin said, "remember that, and don't let your mouth become too smart. Keep yourself safe."

Raworaan nodded and ran off.

Cyradin meanwhile turned to look at Thaelel, "so, about that drink I promised you and the talk you wanted, do you have time to meet at the Courtyard Inn now?"

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Thaelel Swordmar on May 15, 2010, 11:31:52 PM
"Sure, I'd love to. I can't pretend to be a regular patron, but wasn't there some story recently about something illegal there? Still, a drink wouldn't go amiss, no matter the setting. So, Cyradin, what exactly do I need to attract your attention and deals to my own humble Remusian embassy?" Said Thaelel, setting off in the direction of the tavern.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on May 19, 2010, 01:37:44 PM
30th Singing Bird, 4th Hour of Guardorans Known as Darkreign (12 AM)

Tylannah was happy.  The sun was shining down; it was warm but not too hot.  A slight breeze wafted the sweet smell of the flowers into her nostrils as she slowly walked along the cobblestone path that led its way through the gardens.  Here and there a gardener was kneeling and grooming the yard.  All was peaceful and calm.  She had hoped Kembar would join her, but of course he was too busy.  Seemed that was becoming the norm.  Feeling a bit tired, Tylannah spotted a bench up ahead and hurried to it, then lowered herself onto it.  

In front of her, a older woman was pulling weeds in a bed of large yellow flowers.  The older woman used a pair of shears and cut a single flower from its stem and turned around, offering the flower to the Lady.  "A yellow rose for you, m'lady?  Not nearly as pretty as you."

Tylannah reached out and took the flower.  "Thank you."  She brought the yellow rose up to her face and breathed deeply its sweet fragrance.  She closed her eyes for a moment, letting all her tension just slip away.

"Ouch!"  Tylannah opened her eyes and dropped the rose.  She lifted her finger and a spot of blood was forming on the finger.  She must have struck a thorn.  She brought the wounded digit to her mouth and kissed it, running her tongue over the wound until it stopped bleeding and the sting subsided.  A low growling caught her attention and she looked up.

Before her the old woman was kneeling, back to her.  Suddenly the old woman's head spun about so that it was facing directly backwards, so that a neck would have to be broken to produce such an effect.  Add to this the expression of pure feral evil on the face that it was no longer recognizable as human.  "You are ours!  Your child is ours!"  The voice that came from the woman was not human, nor did it sound like a single voice, but like the voices of many speaking in unison.  "We are coming for you and there is no place left to hide."

Unable to contain her fright, Tylannah screamed.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on May 20, 2010, 03:03:44 PM
30th Singing Bird, 4th Hour of Guardorans Known as Darkreign (12 AM)

"Lady!  Lady!"

Drea shook the Ambassador's wife until the Lady opened her eyes.  Drea then helped the obviously upset and disoriented woman into a sitting position in her large and lavish bed.  "Are you alright, Lady Tylannah?"

Tylannah sat for a moment, shivering in her gown and surrounded by thick feather filled quilts.  "Yes.  I must have had another nightmare."

Drea nodded and reassuring laid a hand on the Lady's shoulder.  "It's okay, now.  You're fine.  Nothing can harm you."  Drea was aware that other's had entered the room, the most important of which was Ambassador Fruwee himself.  Drea looked hard at him, and a uncertainty filled her.  There was a look on the Ambassador's face that she couldn't quite figure out.  It had a mix of concern and love there, but there was something more.  Shame?  No, that might be too strong a word, but he was definitely bothered by the attention his wife had garnered.

"Another nightmare?"  His voice was a bit cold in its tone.

Tylannah nodded.  "Yes.  I'm sorry, my love.  I did not mean to wake you, or anyone else."  She held out her arms to him, beckoning him to her.

Drea stepped back away from the couple and took a position near the window.  She watched as the ambassador hesitated a moment then strode across the room and embraced his frail wife.  A bit uncomfortable, she averted her eyes and stared out the window into the gardens below. 

Fruwee held on to his wife, but there was something there that would not let him fully embrace her as he might have once.  In the doorway stood three of Tylannah's attendants as well as Aeris and Corrigahn.  All of this attention for yet another nightmare.  What was going on here?  Was his wife simply vying for attention?  Would she do that?  He had never been this busy before.  It was not his fault that he could not spend as much time with her as he normally would.  But to cause such commotion?  What was she thinking?

He waved away the group in the doorway.  "Go on back to your beds.  Everything is fine here."  Once they were gone, he pulled away from his wife, and gently took hold of her shoulders, pushing her away to arms length.  "What is going on, Tylannah?"

Eyebrows raised, Tylannah stared dumbly back at her husband.  "What do you mean?"

Fruwee sighed audibly.  "I mean what is going on with you, Tylannah?  You know how delicate this time is for me, for us.  We are new here, and trying to get this house, this embassy to follow us and not my uncle.  Do you realize how that can be jeopardized by you having these fits?  It makes us look bad."

Tylannah's mouth dropped.  Was he being serious?  "Kembar, I'm not some little girl acting out to get attention."

"No?  It seems that is what is happening here.  Look how for two nights in a row, everyone has had to come to you in the middle of the night to assist you in what has amounted to simple nightmares."  The ambassador pointed at Drea.  "I'm sure that Miss Corfuyne has better things to do than be playing nursemaid to you."

Drea's head snapped around to look at the couple and she squirmed uncomfortably for a moment.  The last thing she wanted was to be caught in the middle of their argument.  She resumed staring out the window.  A movement near the tree line at the east end of the garden caught her attention.  She peered hard at the spot and soon a figure appeared.  It looked like a woman, though Drea did not recognize who it was, and she was staring upward at the Lady Tylannah's window, where Drea now stood.  Definitely not someone who was employed in the embassy.  That meant whoever it was had no right to be there.

Drea turned to the couple, who were still bickering back and forth.  She took a step away from the window.  "I need to take my leave.  There is something I need to check on."  When neither the ambassador or his wife gave her any attention, Drea hurried from the room.  That was the first time that Drea had seen a crack in the perfect couple.  Somehow it made her feel as though whatever was happening with them was going to happen to everyone.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Cyradin Lawabel on May 25, 2010, 03:51:43 AM
"Sure, I'd love to. I can't pretend to be a regular patron, but wasn't there some story recently about something illegal there? Still, a drink wouldn't go amiss, no matter the setting. So, Cyradin, what exactly do I need to attract your attention and deals to my own humble Remusian embassy?" Said Thaelel, setting off in the direction of the tavern.

"With me, the most important thing is to set a price and conditions up front and keep to them, not change them," Cyradin replied, "I am happy to accept penalties for late deliveries due to weather any anything else, provided they are agreed to upfront. That is where the problems came with that 3rd assistant undersecretary back there, he attempted to change the conditions after the fact. Then he tried to bribe me. In short, I'm out for a win for myself, for my customers and for my suppliers. If your embassy is able to agree to those types of things, Thaelel, we have ourselves a deal."

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on May 29, 2010, 02:32:54 AM
30th Singing Bird, 4th Hour of Guardorans Known as Darkreign (12 AM)

Once out of the Lady Tylannah's boudoir, Drea felt more at ease.  It had been uncomfortable listening to the two of them.  In truth, Drea wasn't sure where she stood on the issue.  She could see the real fear in the Lady's eyes, and knew that it was no ploy for attention.  On the other hand, it was a nightmare.  It wasn't real, and many eyes were on them, as they settled in to their roles here in New Santhala.  On a personal measure, Drea had to agree that hastening into Lady Tylannah's room, sword drawn, expecting something wrong, only to find the woman cowering in her sheets was a trifle irritating.

But, it was her job,  This was what she was paid for.  

Drea made her way down the staircase, across the marble floor of the grande hallway, then out the door toward the gardens below Lady Tylannah's room.  She slowed her pace, careful to step lightly.  She didn't want to alert the person she saw down here to her presence.  Getting closer to the outer walls, she was hidden by the trees planted there.  From tree to tree, Drea darted in and out of the shadows.

Closer and closer she made her way  to where the figure had stood.  Peering through the foliage, Drea could not see anyone.  She moved closer.  Movement caught her eye, and her hand went to the ephords on her hips.  Pulling them carefully from the scabbards, she moved forward again.  She could see the figure ahead, moving quickly away, towards the rear gate.  Drea quickened her pace, her heart beginning to pound harder in her chest.

She emerged from the line of trees, stealth no longer the main requirement.  The figure was ahead of her, almost at the gate, its form seeming to glow in the moonlight, flowing cloth about it to the ground so that it appeared to be floating as it ran.  If Drea had to guess, she believed the figure to be a woman.

A grim line formed where Drea's mouth was.  She had the intruder now.  They were both near the gatehouse, where the path wound around the wall and into the gatehouse proper, and the portcullis that would be shut for the night.  The figure disappeared from view and Drea pushed herself to go even faster.

Rounding the stone wall into the gatehouse, large saliva covered fangs greeted her.  She skidded to a stop as a large hound, barely contained in its attack by a leather leash held by a bulky guard, barked angrilly at her and tried to lunge.  She stepped back, her head twisting from side to side.  The intruder was nowhere insight.

"A woman!  A woman just came past here,"  she panted.

"Armeros!  Quiet!"  The dog obediently stopped its barking, and the guard turned his attention to Drea.  "No, ma'am.  Ain't nobody been 'ere in hours, 'ceptin' you, of course.  Ol' Armeros 'ere woulda raised a stink, sure 'nuff."

Drea bit her lip and looked around again.  What had just happened here?  There was a woman here a moment ago.  She couldn't have just disappeared as a wisp of smoke.  "Dammit!  Make a sweep of the entire grounds.  Check everywhere."

The guard with Armeros and three other guards on duty all nodded and hurried to do the bodyguards bidding.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on June 04, 2010, 03:50:32 PM
Date: 1st Rising Sun, 1st Hour of Sunblaze (9 am)

Aeris paced before the six men in his office, which was not easy to do, as five of the men were quite bulky and his office not that large.  He was frustrated.  This was not how he wanted his day to start.

"So, tell me, what in the name of Armeros happened to you?  Five of my labourers are beaten?"

One of the men cleared his throat. "Well, only two were beaten, sir.  Truth be told, the man didn't touch me, or Wuhl, or Gerdy."

Aeris stared hard at the man who spoke.  "Ah, yes, you surrendered and the other two ran away."  He nodded slowly, pursing his lips and took a slow step closer to the man.  "Do you think I care?  You five were beaten by a single stranger!"  Aeris yelled loudly at the man, causing him to shrink visibly.

Forcing himself to calm down, Aeris placed his hand on the bridge of his nose, feeling the pressure of a headache began to bother him.  He reached to his desk and picked up the report that had been filed earlier that morning.  "Now, it says here that the 3rd assistant undersecretary to the department of works-", Aeris turned around to look at Xennia.  "What is the 3rd-"

"Shipper and receiver," was Xennia's matter of fact answer.

Aeris raised an eyebrow then turned to the shipper, whose cheeks were a ruddy colour.  "A promotion?"

"Well, actually, I just figured a better title would help the embassy with all those greedy merchants trying to cheat-".

"Oh, would you please just shut up," Aeris put up a hand and shielded himself from the stupidity flowing from these men like a brisk winter wind.  "In fact, all of you, get out.  Get out!  And if I need to call you back in here, you'll find yourselves down the road."

When the room was empty except for he and Xennia, he climbed up onto his chair.  He closed his eyes for a moment until movement close to his face prompted him to open his eyes again.  Before him, in the palm of Xennia's hand was a single mayu bean.

She was a godsend.

Title: Re: Vardynn Embassy
Post by: Drea on January 30, 2012, 07:10:24 AM
Date: 17th Rising Sun, 2nd Hour of Greyshade (7 pm)

Drea watched as her Ladyship, Tylannah Fruwee, prepared herself for the evening meal.  To her way of thinking, it was almost a waste of time.  The Lady would invariably be dining alone, as she had been for near a fortnight now.  The tension between her and Ambassador Fruwee was almost palpable.  The two were not eating together, not socializing together, or even speaking to each other.

Drea could not be sure of everything that had transpired between the two, but she had gleaned the gist of it.  The Ambassador had grown both annoyed and embarrassed of his wife's strange behaviour of late.  The Lady, was angry that he did not believe her claims that there were strange goings on in the embassy.  She insisted that she heard the cries of infants and saw people where there could be none.

Drea didn't know what to believe.  That one night, she had been sure she had seen a figure outside, only to find no one there.  It had been strange.

"Deep in thought, Drea?"

Drea blinked.  "No. M'Lady."

Tylannah smiled as she sat before the boudoir mirror and carefully applied the last of her makeup.  She was somewhat disconcerted that she needed more makeup now than ever before.  In the last two weeks, her palour had grown paler and large black circles had formed around her eyes.

"Then, I think I an ready to go to the dining room."

"Very well, Lady."  Drea opened the door to the corridor, glancing up and down its length.  No one was there, and she relaxed.  Not that she expected anyone on this floor, besides the odd maid.

Drea turned back as Tylannah rose from her chair, leaned forward to her dressing table, and blew out the candles on it.  Only, Drea froze in her tracks, as her blood went old and she felt like she might faint.

For in the mirror, in the split blink before the light went out she had seen something impossible.  In the mirror, the figure of Lady Tylannah had not risen from its chair; had not leaned forward and blew out the candle.  The Lady Tylannah in the mirror had been staring at Drea herself, its lips curled back in a monstrous display of unimaginable evil.