Sarekonna

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Postby Sarekonna » Tue Mar 11, 2003 1:14 pm

Sarekonna entered her room at the League and quietly shut the door. She smiled a little at the bird perched near the window, watching as he ruffled his feathers on her entry. She felt a strange sense of peace at his presence there and was grateful that Tashtego had left him behind when he left on his trip. She walked over to him gazing into his intelligent eyes. She reached up and scratched the back of his head as she looked out her window trying to focus her mind. She felt scattered and was disappointed in herself for that, considering the art she was trained in.

She gazed out the window as she had often seen Magus Edaev do. She had spent her early youth in Adribard’s Retreat under his care. She missed Herumor terribly. She had not seen him for several days. Not since she had tried to take her own life. She gazed at Kasseltop again seeking reassurance and, strangely, she did find it his eyes. Her mind told her not to be foolish, but her heart kept nagging at her that, perhaps he was disappointed in her for attempting that terrible thing. She herself found it difficult to accept that it had occurred, as she held no memory of it at all. She attempted to push those thoughts away, and focus on the new troubles that had found her.

She smiled a bit to herself as she recalled just this afternoon Lady Nimia in her ghostly form chiding her for looking for shadows when she was surrounded by light. She had tried for the rest of the afternoon to concentrate on other things, and then Malagard had arrived claiming to be her brother. He attacked everything she knew to be true and yet she felt guilt at her denial of him at the same time. She needed to contact to her mother and at the same time she needed to try and recall what she could. Her mother was ill though and it pained her to mention this. She wished so much that she could see her mother. She did not like to dwell on her childhood. When her thoughts dragged back that way she felt isolated and she was so tired of being alone.

She recalled very little of her father. Try as she might, she could bring no picture of him to her mind. She and her mother had been alone together while her father was off defending the realm. Sarekonna could remember often sitting with her mother listening to stories of her father’s courage and nobleness and bravery as she would drift off to sleep. Each morning she would wake eagerly hoping that it would be the day that he would return home to care for them.

One day, shortly after Sarekonna had turned seven, they had finally received news of her father. Sarekonna remembered the tears her mother had shed unable to speak any words. Sarekonna had been so afraid, not understanding what had happened. She clung to her mother, begging her to stop crying, but to no avail. Finally in the evening her mother had calmed down. She had kissed Sarekonna and tucked her into bed, telling her there could be no stories that night.

As Sarekonna lay in her bed wondering what was happening her mother had a visitor. She heard quiet, urgent discussion and her mother’s voice, slowly rising. It was the priest and he was arguing with her mother over Sarekonna. Sarekonna could hear the priest telling her mother that she must allow him to have Sarekonna. They fought for what seemed a very long time to Sarekonna before the priest finally said he would return in the morning to continue the discussion and to collect Sarekonna. The house had gone silent and stayed that way for many moments. Sarekonna was afraid she suddenly felt very alone. Suddenly the rooms were banging with noise as Sarekonna could hear someone outside her small room rushing about making unfathomable noises. She heard her Mother open the door and call to Jasper the young lad who Sarekonna’s father had taken in to help her Mother. She whispered something urgently to him and then she listened to the sound of him running off somewhere. Suddenly the door opened and Sarekonna lay in her bed not wishing to be seen even by her mother. Her mother whispered softly to her but Sarekonna remained still. She felt her mother pick her up and kiss her lovingly on the cheek.
“Mama?” Sarekonna questioned hesitantly. Her mother shushed her and began dressing her in her travel clothes.
“Where are we going?” Sarekonna asked the question but could see that only she was being readied.
“It is time for you to go my little one. You have much learning to do in life and I can not teach you anymore here.”
Tears began spilling from Sarekonna’s eyes. “Please Mama I want you!” Sarekonna began to plead put her Mother cut her off sharply.
“Sarekonna! We do not have time to discuss this. You are in danger and I need you to be a good girl. You must be completely quiet….promise me!” Sarekonna could only nod her small head as the tears continued falling down her face.
There was a slight rap at the door and her mother opened the door revealing Jasper along with Cedric their guard. Sarekonna tensed as her mother passed her over to Cedric, who took her protectively into his arms. She wanted to cry out for her mother but she could not bring herself to disobey her mother’s command. She reached out her small hand and her mother grasped it a moment kissing it.
“Fear not, Milady.” Cedric whispered to her. “She is safe with me.”
Sarekonna’s mother smiled through her tears and then Cedric turned with her and they were off. They rode south, out of her highland home and far through the night until they arrived, finally, in Avalon Marsh. There Cedric turned Sarekonna over to Magus Edaev and he returned to her Mother.
Sarekonna spent the next 12 years of her life in Avalon March learning her art. Her mother wrote her frequently, but Sarekonna was not allowed to visit her and her mother never came to the Adribard’s retreat to visit her.

Sarekonna spent those 12 years building up a distrust of the church. She had always blamed the priest and the church for her situation. It had actually been quite a shock when Sarekonna had met Herumor. Her own mother had asked him to come to her and it was through his work that she had been accepted into the League. She had begun to think that Herumor was the exception but then as she became comfortable in the League she met so many others Lady Azaeli and Father Tobyas were both so wonderful. During Herumor’s quest she had wondered if she was right about the church but through Father Tobyas Herumor had already been saved many times. She had already started to question her beliefs when Malagard had arrived.

She frowned thinking of him. There was something familiar about his eyes to her and why did she feel guilt over denying him. She did not feel she was unreasonable in asking for proof. She rested her head in her hands praying for some hint as to what she should do next.
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Postby Crispian » Tue Mar 11, 2003 1:41 pm

He paced back and forth in the small chamber, soft leather boots whispering over the floor boards. His common clothing were unremarkable, even though they hugged his chest were muscles bulged. His golden-blond hair, grown out now that he had been back from campaign nearly a month, was ruffled from running his hands through it many times already.

"It's damn odd, Toby, and I'm not sure I like it," he said in a low, controlled voice. Hands made powerful from war and craft wrapped around the base of a goblet as he took a drink of wine. "Just to show up like this...and with such a claim! How can we know it to be true?" His eyes smouldered in anger.

Tobyas sighed and smoothed a hand over his cassock. "But, Cris, you must remember that the upheavel of the Realm impacts all of our lives. Such events are not unknown. Is not lady Catelyn from Tashtego's village, but he recalled her not." His green eyes were calm and serene. "And if my sister were to arrive today at the gates of the city, I doubt I would know her."

Crispian looked at Toby, outwardly calm but giving signs of warning to any who knew him. "I almost should have challenged him," he remarked, hurling himself down in a chair. "That would have at least settled the matter."

Toby smiled. "Legally, perhaps. Morally is another matter, Cris, and you know it."

The young lord nodded. "Aye, that is all too true."

But still the thought plagued him.
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Postby Tashtego » Tue Mar 11, 2003 6:00 pm

Tashtego let him mind wander a bit as he sat at his writin desk which consisted only of a large sheet of Ebonwood large enough fer his lap in a comfy chair, attached ta it a bottle o black ink, and fine delicate Runeleather strappins ta keep his work an books in place. Set beside him were a half eaten venison stew almost cold now, bread, ripe strawberries an various cheeses, an unfortunately no honeyed mead. Tha sweet luxury woud ave ta wait till he coud afford the time ta let his mind relax fully an his senses go numb. Beside him also were a large stack o parchment carefully inscribed upon with his studies by heavy quill, an another stack o parchment even larger ready fer him ta fill it wit his understandins o the ways o the world. It were a dauntin task, one tha he enjoyed very much so, fer he craved all knowledge an understandin, but it beleageured him at the same time thinkin on it all fer hours on end. An so.... quill set aside, rubbin his red eyes wit the palms o his hands, he set aside his portable desk fer a moment an thought a pleasant thins.

Without fail, the first thin tha came inta his mind were fair Sarekonna. He knew tha she were upset tha he had ta leave fer a few days time, but it jes coudn be helped. His studies demanded it. He only hoped tha she remained safe, an knew tha if anythin shoud go wron, his companion an long time frien Kasseltop woud be there guardin her day an nigh. Heck, Crispian woud be there as well, as well as the whole o the League. He knew it were silly ta worry wit such a family there fer her protection, but he coun help it. Sarekonna had become very dear ta him o'er the course o her Squireship ta him, an every day proved it tha much more o a bond. An so, he sat there quietly thinkin o her an worried fer her. One coud nae make him stop jes as one coud nae will the worlds oceans inta a thimble. He looked ta his left thumb, the one he had cracked open wit his hammer at the Forge, inspected it an rememberin her sheer dedication ta jes tha one lil thin ... a thumb ... one really pummelled, bloody thumb. He grinned thinkin o all o it, as his mind wandered from instance ta instance a her dedication always proved. She deserves Kinghthood he thought ta himself. "Tha ae will see done", he said quietly ta himself.

Makin a decision, he took a lil more time ta his own thoughts, an began doin somethin tha he thought he woud n'er do agin....quietly he bore his concentration inward an meditated fer a good lon while, until he felt the connection once agin...The Circle of All opened up its secrets ta him once more, offerin him the tiniest o its Power. A singular pure white light began slowly beatin unner his Breatplate shinin through. Time seemed ta stand still fer the tiniest o moments as he foun her among the puzzles o the world. A small smile crept on his face as he sat there .... and somewhere, far off in the distance, far off ta the South, the smile foun its way ta fair Sarekonna ... it floated above her, an fell aroun her huggin her tight ... an slowly dissipated over the course o a few minutes as she recognized it ... he felt her Angelic smile, an the tear of wonder tha fell down her face, but he also felt somethin troublin her, somethin tha he coud nae know yet. An then, slowly, his connection faded.

Fallin back inta his chair a lil exhausted from usin his Giift agin, he fell inta a light sleep ta wake an hour later ta get back ta his studies .... wit a smile on his face an her dancin roun the edges o his thoughts as his quill danced upon the next blank parchment.
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Postby Sarekonna » Wed Mar 12, 2003 6:27 am

Sarekonna looked up in alarm as she felt a pressure encircling her. She quickly looked to Kasseltop who sat quietly on his perch without a care. She then felt the warmth of the …embrace? And then smiled as she somehow knew it was Tashtego. A small tear escaped her eye and she quickly brushed it away. As the connection slowly faded away she sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. She felt better, more connected and stronger.

She sat up and looked at the blank parchment she had laid out on the desk. She knew she should write to her mother but she felt an unwillingness to do it. In her younger years Sarekonna had sent many letters to her mother asking her questions about why they were separated and the circumstances of the night she had been taken. Her mother always carefully avoided those questions and would only discuss pleasantries. Soon Sarekonna had given up and her letters no longer contained anything that would be a disappointment when she received a response. Now she was to write about this? She could not do it right now.

The brief connection with Tashtego had told her one thing though. Sitting up here in her room alone would be of no help to her. She could think on this as easily among friends as she could up here alone. She stood up and went to the door smiling at Kasseltop as he left. She quietly padded her way down the hall making her way to the main rooms when a thought occurred to her. When she did write to her mother she would simply tell her if she did not respond then Sarekonna would make the long journey home. Magus Edaev was no longer around to stop her. Maybe she would just do it anyways. If there was no one here to tell her why she must not maybe she would simply find out why on her own. With that thought in mind she slipped into a chair near the hearth and picked up some tailoring she had been working on earlier smiling as she began moving the needle in and out.
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Postby Azi » Wed Mar 12, 2003 9:56 am

Azi frowned as she flipped through the recent pages of her journal for the third time that evening. She reflected again on the conversation between the strange man and Sarekonna, and then Sarekonna's recounting of the evening with her mother and the priest.

She leaned back in her bed and sipped her tea, balancing the journal on her knees as she read her own various entries of the days of Herumor's quest. As she thought on Sarekonna and Herumor and this new obstacle to thier bond, the man who claimed to be her brother, the same passage seemed to jump out at her again and again.

I think it rather odd that such a difficult quest has been set before him. Herumor is ever faithful to the church, and without a doubt the most honorable man I've come to know. I couldn't imagine anyone in the church hierarchy that wouldn't want to see his vows lifted and his happy marriage made...
.....The quest seems almost impossible. Why such a difficult quest for such a reasonable request?



She brushed the feather of her quill against her nose and wondered about the clergyman who had visited Sarekonna's mother. Could this all be linked somehow? She shook her head and resolved in the morning to maybe talk it over with Crispian. In her heart, Herumor was still her squire, and she had a duty to look after him and those he cared for. It was the least she could do for him now...
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Postby Sarekonna » Mon Mar 17, 2003 12:06 pm

Several days went by as Sarekonna contemplated what to do. She had ruled out writing to her mother herself. She already knew the outcome of a letter that asked questions and she was not willing to put herself through that again. Her only other option was to plan a trip. Her mother’s home was a journey several weeks to the north, however, and Sarekonna really did not feel she could leave for that length of time right now. Also, she had been told not to go and would not be welcomed when she arrived.

If something happened to Herumor while she was gone she would never forgive herself. This problem would just have to wait until she knew he was safe again.

Malagard continued to make insinuating comments that Sarekonna did her best to ignore. He often got too familiar with her, doing so to antagonize her. She could tell that he was eager for her to accept him and while the sorrow she saw in him pulled at her she was unwilling to give herself over. She knew that he would contest her betrothal to Herumor the second he seemed legitimate. That she was not willing to see happen, but she trusted that Lord Crispian would prevent Malagard from causing trouble no matter who he was. As much as Sarekonna loved her mother, their relationship was based on messages and parchment. Sarekonna had grown up without her mother. Her family had pushed her away regardless of what their reasons were. Now a man claiming to be her brother who she did not even know was ready to disrupt her life again just as she was finding happiness. No! That was not going to happen.

Malagard did continue to push though. He began bringing trinkets that he thought should prove to her their kinship. He had presented her with a locket with her name and her mother’s name engraved on it. It also contained the same family crest he had presented to Lord Crispian when he first made his claim. These things meant nothing to her as she had never seen them. Malagard and Tashtego had had a heated discussion that night behind closed doors. Sarekonna was sure that since Herumor had actually been present in the hall that night that it regarded him in some way. That Malagard would even dare to speak of Herumor infuriated her.

In an effort to keep Malagard at bay, Sarekonna made her comments to him short and tried to show little interest in what he presented. It hurt her to feel so cruel.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, Sarekonna paused from her tailoring and looked up around the hall. It brought her peace to see the members of the league around her. She glanced at Tashtego in his comfy chair grateful that he was around so much lately as she found herself relying on him heavily lately. Theodis, a new friar to the guild had just entered looking for Malagard. Apparently, Sarekonna had him to thank for Malagard’s sudden appearance. She sighed and let Theodis know that she had not seen him. She did not wish to appear rude by remaining silent. Theodis seemed quite distressed at Malagard’s disappearance and rushed off in search of him. Sarekonna returned to her thoughts of Malagard again, finding herself wishing that his disappearance would be permanent.

Suddenly Theodis came bursting back into the hall. He had found Malagard….dead!. Much commotion broke out in the hall. Sarekonna remained seated, her hands covering her face, and her last thoughts still swirling around in her mind. Theodis made mention of a sister but Sarekonna said nothing as she felt herself growing cold inside. Theodis again left the hall as the people around Sarekonna started asking questions none of them realizing the connection between Malagard and Sarekonna. She had been uncharacteristically rude to Malagard on several occasions. Was she to blame for this? She had not even gotten the chance to know him, if in fact he was her brother. Celli whispered a question to her and Sarekonna realized she was crying. She shook her head unable to answer with words. She glanced up just in time to see Theodis dragging Malagard’s body into the hall. She cried out from the shock of it and Tashtego quickly ushered Theodis back out of the hall.

Sarekonna suddenly felt the walls closing in on her and the need to escape. She stood and swiftly walked out of the hall. She paused a moment in the street to cast her amplified movement spell and then fled down the street. She heard Theodis call out to her from a window about a box but she didn’t answer. She needed to be away from that place. She had no idea where she was going but it was away from everything, and as swiftly as she could. She had blinded herself to her surroundings and was shocked as she suddenly found herself falling. She cried out in alarm and then gasped as she felt a terrible wrenching pain in her ankle. She lay there a few moments stunned as people in the street continued making their way around her. She felt foolish suddenly and was angry with herself for acting so hastily. Someone was approaching her and she did not wish to deal with them. She looked up and was relieved. It was Tashtego. She wondered briefly how he had been able to find her. He said nothing to her, simply picking her up and carrying her home. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder thankful to block out all the questioning glances being thrown their way. As they arrived back at the hall Tashtego asked her if she wanted to go to her room. “Aye. Please.” she answered him in a whisper. She did not want the questioning looks here anymore than in the street.

Tashtego placed her on her bed and she winced as the numbness in her ankle began to wear off and she began to feel a throbbing. She rubbed at it tenderly trying to focus on what Tashtego was saying to her but having difficulty.

Tashtego noticed and looked at her for permission to examine it. She nodded her agreement and he gently lifted the foot. Sarekonna gasped as pain shot through her. There was a sudden commotion outside her room and Sarekonna heard Nimia yelling for Tash. He bade her to lay still and quickly left the room. Sarekonna laid her head back on the pillow and tried not to think on what had just happened.
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Postby Tashtego » Wed Mar 19, 2003 12:55 pm

This evenin nae goin as best as one could, Tashtego was getting frustrated. Hearin the yellin and commotion from outside o Sarekonna’s room, he looked at her apologetically, an bade her wait here very still till he came back shortly….Tash would handle this…seein the mixture of fear, pain an confusion in her eyes tore at his Heart, but he had to know, an deal wit, wha were goin on jes outside her door.

Openin her door jes enough fer him ta slip through, he did jest tha, an locked the door behind him, an turned to look at the scene. Nimia held fast in her grasp Malagard, keeping him from advancing any further towards Tash or the door behind him tha he would protect at all costs. Then he saw it. He saw the wrongness in Malagards eys, in his walk, in his color, in his stench, an in his emptiness. Tash stood there his mouth agape fer but mere seconds, but those seconds seemed ta defy time as everythin came ta a crawl. The seriousness of this hit him hard, until he forced his mind back inta action.

“What in GODS NAME have ye done?” was all tha could escape him at first. Nimia, bein the feisty spirit tha he so adored, held this new quite dead Malagard at bay, forcing him back even as he struggled in her grasp ta be free. “Tash, Malagard here took his own life, an has brought upon himself an unending sufferin.” Malagard looked pathetic now, tho he still tried ta struggle free from her grasp to plead to Tash an ta ask for forgiveness from Sarekonna. “Please Tashtego? Sir? I wish only ta see my sister Sarekonna. I must apologize to her for all of my actions…and now this”, lookin at his own form wondering just what he did and how long he would suffer as such.

“YOU will do o such thin”, Tash roared at him. “You have come inta this House an have brought nothin but pain an distress upon her, an now ye come here, as SUCH! an ask to see her yet agin?! NO! Because of you, she bolted out o the Hall this nigh to run down a dark street an break her ankle. Because of YOU! Ae ave givin ye more than me patience in this matter regardin yer claim, an ae woud have helped ye in any way ae could, but you have crossed a threshold tha ae will nae barter with now or any longer.”

Malagard only stood there, his form shuddering, his thoughts reeling from beggin Sarekonna’s forgiveness, to what horror he had done, to what his sufferin would now be. He looked pathetic, weak, and quite uncomfortable in his new state. His joints had already begun the process o rigor mortis, an his wobbling about look terribly hideous. “Please let me see her Sir! I don’t know why I did what it appears I have done, and I don’t know what is in store for me, but…..” he trailed off not even knowin what he came here ta do it seemed like.

Nimia started up now. “I’ll tell ye wha ye did, ye did something tha cannae be forgiven, an ye will pay the ultimate price for it methinks.” Tash finally laid down the law then on the matter. “Leave this place Malagard. You have gone beyond my ability ta help ye in this world, an ye have done sometin tha ae think be disgustin. Leave now! an do nae come back through tha door. Nimia, can ye escort this ….. person …. out please?” Nimia seein tha Tash did nae even wan ta get near the unholy thin tha stood afore him said yes, an obliged him. Malagard had seemed ta give up hearin all o this. He trundled down the stairs as best he could, an let himself be forced out on the Great Hall door. Nimia left him outside o the door, an closed it on him. “There be yer dark road …. Take it an may God be merciful on ye fer yer choice.”

Tashtego could only look heavy upon all o this. “I must attend ta Sarekonna now”, was all he could muster ta say an quietly turned, an unlocked her door, an slipped in ta only lock it back up against any more intrusion.
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Postby Sarekonna » Wed Mar 19, 2003 3:06 pm

Sarekonna lifted her head and watched Tashtego enter, her eyes glazed over with pain. She let her head fall back on the pillow as she heard him lock the door.

He pulled a chair up close to the bed, sitting himself in it. He placed his hands gently on her ankle and she winced as even this slight touch caused pain to shoot through her. She realized that the damage she had caused to herself would be severe and her anger and frustration with herself grew.

“What’s going on out there?” she whispered the question almost afraid to know the answer.

“Ae will tell ye later. Right now jes try ta lay still an be quiet.”

Sarekonna laid her head back and closed her eyes. She tried not to think about all that had happened. What chances she might have thrown away and answers she would now never have. She lay there like that for a very long time. She wondered what Tashtego was thinking and what he was planning on doing. She was just about to fall into a troubled sleep when she sensed something and blinked open her eyes. She noticed a small white light emanating from Tashtego’s breastplate. She watched it in wonder almost as if she was mesmerized by it and unable to tear her eyes away. The light grew and engulfed Tashtego. He seemed not to notice his concentration on some inner spot. Suddenly the light coursed through him into Sarekonna’s ankle and then engulfing them both. She gasped as she felt the sudden warmth of it and a sudden disconnect to the outside world. She was finally able to close her eyes and she focused on the power coursing through her. She felt as if she were being lifted away from this world for just a moment and then she was placed gently back to her spot.

She opened her eyes again just in time to see Tashtego collapsing back in his chair. Her ankle feeling surprisingly well. She looked down and noticed that while the ankle was still bruised it looked no where near as bad as it did.

“My lord, are you alright?” Sarekonna questioned. She could see he wasn’t. His breathing was jagged and he was unable to lift himself. “Tashtego?!?” she began to panic thinking she had now caused him some harm as well. He was finally able to speak though he still could not move. “How is yer ankle?” he asked as if oblivious to his own state.

“My ankle?” she questioned pausing as she was again reminded of the miracle of this. “It’s wonderful thanks to you, but what about you? Do I need to call someone? Are you in trouble?” The concern in her voice was apparent and Tashtego made an effort to sit himself up. “Nae ae be fine. It always be like this after ae use my gift. Jes give me a moment please.”

Sarekonna watched him as his breathing finally returned to normal and he attempted to stand up being a little unsteady on his feet. “Tash please sit back down.” She continued watching him nervously. “Nae Sarekonna, ae am tired ae need to be getten ta sleep but first let me see ye walk down ta the hall before ye retire alright?”

Sarekonna nodded her head and Tashtego went to the door unlocking it and letting her out. She quietly walked down to the hall where many stood amazed that she was walking. Several of her friends asked her how her ankle was and she let them all know that it was now fine thanks to Tashtego. She sat quietly for a few moments amongst the people gathered in the hall but soon the exhaustion of the night took over and she excused herself so that she could hopefully find a peaceful sleep.
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Postby Sarekonna » Sun Mar 23, 2003 3:04 pm

Sarekonna stuck close to the halls of the League for the next few days. Not knowing where Herumor was and the guilt she felt over Malagard’s death just made her wish to stay close to home. Tashtego did manage to lure her out for one or two trips, but for the most part she focused on her crafting. As the days passed she began to feel stronger and resolved to see to Malagard’s remains. She still did not trust what his motives were but on the off chance he was kin she would see to him as best she could. As she was thinking this she thought she could hear Malard’s voice. But how could that be? She pulled herself from her thoughts and looked towards the door where she saw something that was not right. “Wh..What is this?” Sarekonna questioned. Malagard was addressing someone at the door with a flip comment about his state when he noticed her and stepped forward. “Sarekonna, please” he was interrupted by Tashtego’s booming voice “MALAGARD! Ae told ye to stay away from her now” Sarekonna began backing away from the hall in disbelief. How could this be happening? She noticed Azi edging closer to her and then heard Tashtego asking her to go to her room. She needed no further prodding, she turned and fled to her room slamming the door behind her. She paced around her room trying to process what she had just seen. They had said he was dead. Yet she had just seen him, but something was not right with him. What had happened to him and what was going on? She needed to stop running away from these things she resolved. There was a knock at the door and Sarekonna went to it. It was her friend Azi and she invited her in. Azi asked her who it was below and Sarekonna informed her of what she had thought had happened to Malagard. Azi placed a comforting arm around Sarekonna and urged her to let Tashtego handle it. Somehow the topic of conversation switched to Herumor and was a more welcome topic until Azi was urgently called away.

Sarekonna noticed that the hall had grown quiet. She guessed that since she could no longer hear Tashtego’s voice that he had gotten Malagard to leave. As she was thinking this she heard Kasseltop let out a screech and dive from his perch in the window. She looked on stunned for a moment never believing that she would see Kasseltop actually needing to protect her. She heard scuffling then suddenly Malagard flung himself through her window onto the floor. Sarekonna gasped her heart aching at the sight of him. Wondering again what he had done and what state he was in. Kasseltop was on him in a moment and before Kasseltop had lifted him up and out of the room Malagard flung a small chest onto Sarekonna’s bed.

Sarekonna pressed herself against the wall opposite her bed and slid to the floor. She struggled to regain control of her breathing as she regarded the chest on her bed. Kasseltop swooped back into the room perching near her and cooing softly to her. She attempted a smile for him and reached over gently stroking his feathers. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Her life had been so quiet with Magus Edaev what had she done to attract so much attention lately?

There was another knock at the door and Sarekonna picked herself up off the floor as Kasseltop returned to his usual position. Brushing herself off she went to the door and opened it wide. Inwardly she was relieved to see that it was Azi again returning to her after dealing with the business that had called her away. Azi apologized for her sudden departure as Sarekonna invited her in and offered the lady her only chair. Sarekonna then sat on her bed eyeing the chest warily.

“What is it?” Azi asked with concern showing in her eyes as she indicated the chest. Sarekonna felt guilty for the amount of worry she caused the people of this League.

“Malagard attempted to break into my room this eve” Sarekonna answered, “before Kasseltop carried Malagard off he flung that there”

Azi contemplated it silently for several moments before saying “If it were unsafe surly Kasseltop would have sensed it and would not allow it to remain”

“Aye, that’s true” Sarekonna answered as she reached for the chest.

“Just the same,” Azi quickly interjected, “Perhaps I should open it first?”

Sarekonna still doubted she wanted to know what it contained and had no trouble passing the chest to Azi. Azi carefully opened the chest and breathed easier as she saw nothing threatening. She tilted the chest for Sarekonna’s inspection “Seems harmless” she said.

Sarekonna gasped when she saw the first item. She reached in carefully and removed the small doll that lay there. “But how did he have this?” directing the question more to herself then to Azi. “I don’t understand” she turned the doll carefully in her hands. “This is my doll..that I had while I was still with my mother”

The look of concern was back in Azi’s eyes. “Are you certain?” Sarekonna frowned. She wanted desperately to say no because she knew what this implied but it was her doll. She recognized too many of the imperfections that she had loved so well.

“Aye, I am” she answered almost in a whisper. They sat very quietly for a few moments. Sarekonna knew she knew the answer already to the question she was going to ask, but she wanted to hear Azi confirm it for her before she went on any further. “Azi, can you answer one thing for me? Do you believe that Lord Crispian will be able to protect my betrothal to Herumor if Malagard was found out to be my brother?”

“Yes, I know he can” was her fast reply. Hearing that Sarekonna was ready to move on to the other contents of the chest. A small piece of parchment with writing on it. It was a letter to Sarekonna. Azi quickly scanned the contents then handed it to Sarekonna after being sure it too was safe. Sarekonna read the letter shaking her head “I can not accept this” she said quietly.

“Who is it from?” Azi asked.

“It is from my mother” that much Sarekonna did know. After knowing her mother in that way only for 12 years Sarekonna was sure of her hand. “She says that my father is…not my father…and…that Malagard is my brother and I must listen to what he has to tell me for he speaks the truth.”

After some discussion ensued about the feasibility of Sarekonna making the trip to see her mother. Sarekonna explained her unwillingness to take a trip that would last at least 3 months. Azi agreed that was too long a time to wait and deciding that she may have some means in which to help asked Sarekonna’s permission to visit her mother for her. Sarekonna agreed thanking Azi profusely for her aid the kindness that she had shown her. Azi then asked Sarekonna for a trinket she might present to her mother as proof. Sarekonna went to her dresser and presented a tiny bracelet she had worn as a child. She sighed as she handed it over to Azi hating to part with it. Azi noticing this promised to keep it safe.

“If you have anything else you would like to send along, have it sent to my home tomorrow morning as I will be there” Azi said just before leaving.

“Thank you I will” Sarekonna answered and then the two friends said good night and Azi left Sarekonna’s room. Sarekonna sat at her desk and wrote her mother a letter. She frowned at first finding it difficult to just write and not be careful with her words but this time she would tell her mother everything that had happened…the good and the bad. If she still chose to ignore the bad then so be it, but Sarekonna no longer would. Finishing the letter she wrapped it in a delicate scarf she had just completed using her new talents. Finding someone to send the letter she requested that they deliver it to Lady Azaeli’s house in the morning and then sitting in her chair she thought on all that was going on.
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Postby Azi » Mon Mar 24, 2003 7:24 am

Azi stepped lightly through the streets of Camelot toward the Academy. Her newfound quest had lifted her spirits so, giving her a sense of purpose that she hadn't realised she'd missed so much. She turned into the great courtyard of the Academy and strode past the Alchemy table, her silver and blue plate shimmering as she walked. She passed through the main chambers to a door that was meant only for the Academy's most esteemed members to pass through. The young acolyte standing watch nodded her through with a smile and a look of awe, for the lady paladin who had been a wizard was almost legend within these halls.

"Uncle!" She smiled, nearly colliding with the man she'd come to see in the narrow hallway beyond. "I have a small boon to ask..."

"Little Azi!" Master Grundelth smiled, hugging her. "Far too long you've been away from these halls. Come, let's talk." He turned back the way he came and led her to his private chambers.
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Postby Azi » Wed Mar 26, 2003 10:05 am

Azi left the Academy with high spirits. Uncle Grundelth needed little convicing in handing over the important trinket that she carried with her now, and it had been a pleasant though hasty visit. She stepped into the streets of Camelot and patted her belt pouch absently. In her head she ticked off a list of things to be done before she set off and quickened her pace. First, she would go and see--

"Crispian!" She gasped as she rounded the corner and nearly crashed headlong into the seneschal. Stumbling slightly, Crispian grabbed Azi's shoulders to steady her.

"Azi! You must watch where you walk!" He smiled.

"I'm so sorry!" Azi smiled and steadied herself. " I was just coming to look for you! And Hail to you, Tannir." She nodded to Crispian's young squire, who bowed and murmured a polite greeting. Crispian looked in his element, dressed in fulll gleaming plate and general's chain, his great cloak about his shoulders.

"You always seem to find me, doesn't she, Tannir?" Crispian laughed and continued on, motioning for her to join him. "What is it you need?"

"Someone is looking out for me, I think..He seems always to put you exactly where I need you." Azi laughed and fell into step beside Crispian. "I've taken up a quest, Crispian. I wanted you to know before I left."

"Quest?" Crispian raised an eyebrow, "What manner of quest? And where will it take you?" He slowed his pace, acknowledging a salute as they passed through the market square.

"I agreed to seek out Sarekonna's mother, and to find out whether Malagard's claims are true. I'm going to the Highlands."

"Well, the Highlands should not be a bad trip. Had not Sarekonna said that the writing on a note was her mother's, though?"

"Yes..." Azi sighed. Crispian always had a way of seeing things plainly where Azi only followed her heart. They way he put it made it seem as if there was no reason at all really to make the journey. "But there are so many unanswered questions. And you and I both know forgery is a simple practice. And, well, I feel I owe it to Herumor somehow."

"Owe it?" Crispian sighed. "It's not your fault what he suffers through. You must surely see that." Azi shrugged.

"I can't dismiss my part in it. Besides, there are other questions that need answering, and I'm able bodied enough to take on the task. I feel as if I'm beginning to ferment with the rate my training is going lately." She smiled slightly.

"Well," Crispian chuckled, recalling his own trek to epic skill, "they do slow some at the end, it does seem. Even Tannir here feels the pull of training, eh, Tann?"

"Aye, Lady Azi," Tannir nodded, "I have begun to seek training to be a minstrel soon."

"A minstrel? Truly?" Azi exclaimed. "I had no idea you were so inclined, Tannir."
“Aye, Lady Azi,” Tannir bobbed his head in a nod, “Tis often that song has been part of my life. I only hope my song will be pleasing and charming to those of fine ilk, like yerself.”

“Fine ilk?” Azi laughed softly, “Since when is a smith's daughter weilding a great axe considered fine ilk?” She smiled fondly at him. “I'm certain I'll enjoy your song, Tannir. Any pleasant noise is welcome during such hard times. But I"m suprised! I thought you'd follow your lord and become an armsman for certain!” Tannir blushed and smiled widely.

“It is not the origin that causes finery, but the result, good Lady Azi. But I was never destined to follow Lord Crispian as an armsman, for my skills are more subtle in their ways.” His eyes went wide. “Not to say that Lord Crispian is not subtle or um, well, I'm just more a sneak I guess.” He blushed with embarrassment at the implications of his words, but Crispian laughed as Azi hugged Tannir reassuringly.

“Yes, I can see that in you, Tannir.” She smiled as they continued on. “A fine sneak at that! And Albion needs minstrels desperately, I think. You will make a fine one. And perhaps you'll pass me in learning just as everyone else seems to have done!” Tannir shook his head, looking to Crispian before continuing through the castle square.

“I doubt that, good Lady, for I am just now passing my third season of learning. You are much more advanced than I. And I still have much work to do in the League Hall.”

“Well, you couldn't have a kinder man to serve, Tannir.” Azi smiled and turned back to Crispian. “The journey takes three months, there and back as Sarekonna describes it. But I shall be only a few weeks at most.”

“Are we Wizarding again?” Crispian grinned.

“Perhaps..” Azi grinned in return, biting her lip.

“Well, I can't blame you!” Crispian shook his head with a laugh. “I was so happy to find a portal functional in Gothwaite! If I had to ride from the Swamp to the City everytime I came here, I'd be a sore fellow indeed!” He rubbed his backside mockingly and Azi laughed.

“In truth, I still have to speak with the church to be sure I'm allowed.” She patted her belt pouch. “But this little trinket should save me a good deal of time.”

“Trinket?” Crispian’s eyebrows raised slowly.

“Mm hm.” Azi looked around carefully, knowing the great deal of secrecy surrounding the object she carried. If it were to fall into the wrong hands… She slipped a hand into her pouch and lowered her voice. Surely she could trust Crispian with her little secret. And she would only tell him of its traveling abilities and not the other great secrets it held. “It took a bit of convincing for uncle to give it to me for a time.” She pulled out a battered looking tarnished bronze chain. Hanging from it was a bulky half-melted ornament. It flashed brightly before she quickly tucked it back into her pouch. Crispian caught the conspiratorial feel and looked around as well.

“That looks like junk, Azi,” He said in a low voice..

“Well, it would be rather unwise to have something so powerful also look very expensive and pretty, wouldn't it?” Azi laughed even as Crispian rolled his eyes slightly before smirking.
“Oh yes, we all hide things that way.” He chuckled, his own armor glinting in the semi-dark of the hallowed halls.

“Poor thing has been through alot…” Azi chuckled at her own joke, thinking back on the lore of the object.

“Wizards are weird, you know that, right?” He sighed with a shake of his head.

“I wouldn't know, would I?” Azi grinned.

“Oh no not at all,” Crispian laughed and even Tannir smiled.

“Oh, I'll miss you both terribly..” She exclaimed, suddenly realizing how long she’d be away from her extended family.

“Aye, Azi,” Crispian nodded shyly, “you're always missed when not about.” Tannir nodded politely in agreement.

“I shall be back before you know it. And hopefully with some answered.” She smiled. “But there is something I need to ask you, Crispian.” Crispian nodded seriously.

“You know you have but to ask, Azi.”

“Sarekonna has asked me whether, if I do find that Malagard's claims are true, she will have to hold to his claims of honor. She worries whether your word can be taken over his if in fact he is her brother.” Azi felt a pang of guilt as Crispian crossed his arms over his chest. She should have worded her question differently. She hadn’t thought that he might take offense at Sarekonna’s worry. The League was her official family, after all.

“Does she then?” He shook his head slowly. “Even with his claim, her pledge to the League is solemn, and her betrothal has the blessings of a Bishop. Her brother will face a serious challenge if he should try to oppose that.”

“Yes..” Azi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, knowing full well the truth of his anser, but still understanding Sarekonna’s concerns. “I've assured her not to worry, but I wanted to discuss it with you to be sure. You must understand her worry, of course. Her world seems to be closing in on her, poor thing.”

“Aye,” Crispian nodded, “She must be worried greatly, but the Law is as it is. That her brother was not here to witness, and indeed, was unknown, will make his authority spurious and subject to challenge.”

“She'll be relieved to know your stance on it. But I worry this is all in vain. Herumor has been absent from the halls so often lately..” It was funny, she thought, she hadn’t even realized she’d been worried by his absence until she spoke.

“We are, uh, attentive to that.” Crispian looked about. “Really.”

“What do you mean?” Azi frowned. She wished he wasn’t so secretive sometimes. Didn’t she have a right to know news of her squire, even if he wasn’t her squire any longer? “Do you know something? His absence has been weighing on me, especially with all of this happening.”

“Azi, I'm a soldier” He shrugged. “You always keep an eye out and well, you know how Jash is.” Crispian’s brother was a sneak, as Tannir would have put it. He had spent a bit of time training as an infiltrator and took it upon himself to watch over every one of his League brothers and sisters. Especially those who seemed to find trouble.

“Well, what have you heard? I've been so worried.” Azi searched his eyes hopefully.

“Nothing.” Crispian sighed, suddenly looking tired. “Or very little least.” Azi sighed, thinking on all of the friends who have come and gone through the passing year.

“Well, I do hope it's not all in vain. The two are a good match, Sarekonna loves him so. And I know he loves her every bit as much.” She smiled. “And a wedding would be such a welcome distraction for us all.”

“Aye, it would be. We could use something non-martial but splendid.” His voice trailed off, as if he too was thinking of times gone by.

“I do hope it all works out…”

“As do I,” He nodded gravely.

“Well, this seems to be the end of your road.” Azi smiled in effort to make it a cheery goodbye. They had arrived at the round table where many allies rushed about before what looked to be the start of an important meeting. “I'd offer to stay, but I know you're in good hands with Tannir, here.” Crispian grinned as Tannir nodded.

“And sooner begun, faster done, Azi. Return safe to us,” he hugged her closely, “and me.”

“I will, dear friend.” Azi returned the hug with a smile, then turned to Tannir. “Keep a close eye, Tannir. Don't let him get too serious.” She smiled and hugged the tall squire.

“Aye, m'Lady,” Tannir smiled, “as much as you would.” Azi smiled fondly at her two dear friends and gave a casual salute before turning to leave. She took a few steps and turned again to face them.

“Check on Pappa for me while I’m away, Crispian?”

“Of course.” Crispian grinned wide. “I can always make excuses to drop in, and he never seems to mind them.”

“He's fond of you.” Azi giggled. “He's fond of anyone who can listen to him talk endlessly about metal.”

“Aye, perhaps that's it.” Crispian chuckled.

“Well, I'm on the verge of being late.” Azi thought of all there was left to do before she could begin her journey. “Much to do before I leave in the morning.” She smiled. “Farewell! God bless and be safe.” With another quick round of hugs, she was off toward the church in a hurry, leaving the senechal and squire among the bustle of the round table.

“Always busy Tannir...she's always busy.” Crispian shook his head, watching her run off.

“Something you know nothing of, m'lord,” Tannir smirked and followed Crispian into the crowd.


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Azi left the next morning, having made all of her contacts and preparations the night before. Pappa would be in good hands, she knew. He kissed her farewell with pride in her noble quest. Ascot, too, had said his farewells, making a special trip to see her before she left. Carefully packed between her rations and a spare robe, she carried the letter from Sarekonna, and her cherished childhood bracelet.
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Postby Crispian » Wed Mar 26, 2003 10:21 am

Crispian watched his good friend, and now a Marshal of the League, hustle off on her errand. Turning, he went deeper into the castle, smartly saluting the guards he passed. He kept his face schooled to the discipline one expected of a General, and a Guild leader, showing little of what he was thinking.

"Tannir, send Ardy on a leave. I'd like him to visit his home. And see if Tash has some time today...or if he's still down in Diogel, make arrangements for horses for me. I'd like to speak to him...I think he knows more about all this than I've become aware of."

His aide and squire nodded once in quick acknowledgement, and then was gone from view.
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Postby Sarekonna » Sun Mar 30, 2003 7:31 pm

Sarekonna looked around the kitchen at the supplies she had been gathering that day. She smiled satisfied with the selections she had made in hopes that she would make Lady Azaeli’s absence easier on Lord Hammerfel her father. She waited on a few more things but they would be ready soon and she could be on her way to the Hammerfel home.

She tried to push from her mind the earlier public confrontation she had had with Malagard. It had become even more difficult for her to speak with him in his current state. Her mind, troubled with guilt and mistrust, warred over how to handle him. In the end she had asked him to leave her be until Lady Azaeli’s return. She doubted he would listen though. She found him watching her more and more often but she kept it to herself tired of the spectacle she felt she was becoming.

She returned to the seat in she had been occupying in the main hall and picked up some tailoring she had been working on while she waited for Lady Celli to return. Lady Celli had been kind enough to aree to help Sarekonna on her visit to the Hammerfel home. She smiled as she thought of the young lady. Sarekonna didn’t know much of her yet, but she felt a connecton with her. She suspected she’d find many similarities between them. As she sat in her thoughts Lady Celli came bursting into the hall.

“Am I too late Lady Sarekonna?” she asked breathlessly as she hastily through in a curtsy. Sarekonna admired how even in her haste and overwhelming shyness she was beautiful and graceful. She smiled noting that Celli had not peeked into the hall before entering this time. That was a good sign.

“No my lady,” Sarekonna answered, “Just give me a few more moments and we’ll be on our way.”

Sarekonna finished the project she was working on and then headed for the kitchen. She could see that Celli wished to follow but was hesitant.

“Lady Celli would you care to join me?” she asked hoping to make it easier on her.

“Oh yes milady!” She answered jumping up. Sarekonna appreciated her help tremendously, she just wished that she could get Celli to see it more as helping a friend.

She hoped that soon Celli would recognize the value she brought to the League. As the two were leaving Tashtego casually questioned Sarekonna on where she was headed and then satisfied with the answer and pleased to see Celli would accompany her he smiled and sent them off. They spoke pleasantly on the way and Celli despite the heavy packages she already carried did her best at all times to alleviate any burden she felt Sarekonna might be carrying. Sarekonna appreciated it, but refused to give up her share of the load. She conceded finally however as Celli carefully pointed out any pitfalls in the road or other hazards. Sarekonna was just happy to have someone to talk to and to forget her troubles for awhile.

As they approached the Hammerfel home, Sarekonna could here that the Lord was still busy at his forge. Leaving Celli at the door she briefly went to the shop to speak with him then the two entered the home and got to work. Celli instinctively knew what to do jumping from task to task. Sarekonna was exhausted as she had just began the quests that would lead to her knighthood and the last two days leading up to the completion of the first task had been quite tiring. She appreciated the help but did not wish to feel as if she were taking advantage of Celli’s giving nature and she struggled to keep pace with her.

Once finished, Sarekonna went back to the forge to try again to win the still working Lord from his forge. He sat right down to his dinner and requested that the two ladies remain as company as well. Celli was mortified to be sitting at the table in the Hammerfel home and remained silent for most of the dinner. Lord Hammerfel was quite happy though to speak about his day at the forge and all they needed to do was listen. Once the meal was completed, Sarekonna convinced him to leave the cleaning up to them and sent him off to clean up. Celli and Sarekonna started their work again but this time Celli openly implored Sarekonna to just sit and rest while she took care of everything. Sarekonna was tired but refused to give up the work.

“Besides,” she said. “If we work together we’ll be home that much faster”

Reluctantly Celli gave up and the two cleaned up after the meal and then said their good byes to Lord Hammerfel. As they made their way back to the hall Sarekonna found herself more eager to return but Celli was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Finally Sarekonna stopped and asked Celli what the matter was. Celli burst into tears.

“What is it? What’s wrong Celli?” Sarekonna’s eyes clouded with concern.

“I don’t deserve any of this!” Celli sobbed. “I don’t deserve to have found such a good home!”

Sarekonna looked at the young girl in bewilderment. All she could think to do was hug her and so she did.

“What do you mean Celli? Of course you deserve all of this and much more.”

Celli shook her head as she sobbed then finally said “I’m not suppose to talk about it.”

Sarekonna frowned, but was unwilling to push her here in the streets. “If that’s how you wish it, but please know that I am always here for you and you can tell me anything.” She gave the girl a smile hoping to reassure her. Celli sniffed and looked at Sarekonna.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone?” She asked hesitantly.
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Postby Sarekonna » Sun Mar 30, 2003 7:33 pm

Sarekonna nodded and Celli went into her story. She had been the companion of a young duchess. The two had been the best of friends. They were inseparable and more like sisters than anything else even sleeping in the same bed. Then one night while the two girls slept an assassin had slipped into their room and murdered the young duchess. Celli whispered in a horrified voice that she had never woken up. Right away after that Celli had been removed from the home and her interview with the League had been arranged. She had not been allowed to ask any questions and other than what she had said, she knew nothing of how or why this had happened. She was plagued by terrible nightmares every night.

Sarekonna frowned at the story. She had promised to remain silent but already she wanted to speak with Tashtego on it. She would have to wait though for she would not break her promise to Celli. For now though she could help with the nightmares as she was no stranger to them herself lately. In fact, she had been meaning to speak with Tashtego to see if she could get some more of his mother’s tea. She had not had any nightmares for a few nights, but they intensified each time she had one and she wanted to be prepared.

Celli at first was reluctant to take anything to help her sleep.

“I couldn’t do that milady. The dreams are a punishment I must accept.”

Sarekonna paused and pondered this a moment. “Do you really think so?” she asked. “I had never really thought of it that way before, I wonder what I might have done to deserve such a punishment.”

Celli was appalled. “Oh no Lady Sarekonna! Not you! I didn’t mean it that way at all!”

Sarekonna satisfied that although not the nicest way to get Celli’s cooperation it would do until she had had rest and could be of more aid to her new friend. They returned to the hall and Sarekonna spoke with Tashtego asking for the tea. He was concerned over her request but gave it to her wanting to be sure she was getting plenty of rest.

As Sarekonna then headed for the kitchen she spotted a letter on the table with her name on it. She scooped it up and put it in her pocket as she and Celli went about returning a few items she had borrowed. Celli was horrified thinking that Sarekonna had lied to Tashtego but Sarekonna assured her that she had not. True she had not mentioned Celli, but she herself was in need of the tea and she would never lie to Tashtego. Not for any reason.

As they returned to the hall, Sarekonna paused and pulled the letter from her pocket. She opened it cautiously and began reading. Suddenly she gasped and had to grasp the back of a chair to keep from falling.

“Lady Sarekonna?” Celli asked nervously her eyes looking concerned.

Tashtego rose from his comfy chair and approached her. “What is it? Who is it from?”

Sarekonna shook her head slightly unable to even speak as she crumpled the letter and shoved it back into her pocket. Tashtego grasped her arm and whispered to her that he would escort her to her room. She simply nodded and let herself be led.

Once inside her room he asked again. “Well? Who is that letter from?”

“Malagard” she whispered

Tashtego let out a sigh. He was tired of this Malagard who was reeking so much havoc. He wondered what he could possibly have said now to elicit such a reaction for Sarekonna. Hadn’t she grown use to him by now?

“H-he said that he was sorry for coming...that he had always wanted to find me but had been forbidden." Sarekonna began hesitantly explaining the letter.

Tashtego looked puzzled. “Forbidden?”

There was a faint knock at the door and Tashtego opened the door for Lady Celli.

“It appears someone wishes ta see ye fair Sarekonna"

Sarekonna smiled at Celli as she entered.

"M-milady.. I just wanted to say goodnight. And, and thank you" she went into a very low curtsey to Sarekonna.

"It was no trouble I am glad to have you as a friend" Sarekonna placed the emphasis on the word friend.

Celli took a shaky breath “if I can do anything, milady…”

Tashtego was smiling at them both as he noticed a shiver run through Sarekonna.

“Whas in tha letter?” he asked her

“I … I should go…” Celli began inching towards the door.

“No Celli, please stay.” She quickly went into the details of the letter. “I've had a letter from Malagard, he was apologizing for all the pain he has brought to me. He says he had always wanted to find his sister but had been forbidden. For my safety no one could see me or show where I might be. He was finally allowed he says because they had word that I have been discovered by my true father.”

Celli shifted uncomfortably looking from Tashtego to Sarekonna.

“So then yer discovery was nae because o Malagard? Is tha right?”

“He was sent here to warn me...they thought he would go undetected...but he did lead them to me and that is why he has killed himself"

Celli gasped and Sarekonna continued.

“My existence was not his fault, my location so he says was"

Tashtego thought a moment then said “Ae see, then we must guard against anyone who may come seekin ye, an ye know tha ae shall guard ye wit me life as will Kasseltop"

Celli listened as tears quietly slipped down her face. Sarekonna also was having a hard time at this point controlling her own tears as she looked over at the bird who had been protecting her for so many weeks already.

"He said he's sorry for killing himself but that he hoped that would through them off in regards to my location" Sarekonna finished the relaying the contents of the letter.

"Well then we can only hope tha it does so" Tashtego sighed again.

“Milady, can I get you something? If not.." Celli offered in a small whisper.

"Nay Celli I am fine, I should try to sleep” Sarekonna gave Celli a smile as she looked to Kasseltop for some reassurance wiping tears from her eyes before they could fall.

"I could.. no.. I'd best go.." Celli seemed as though she was about to offer something and then changed her mind. Kasseltop busily preened his feathers for the night and then closed his eyes assured that he sensed no danger.

"Ae think ae should be away as well me fair Sarekonna, ye should get some sleep" Tashtego warmly hugged her goodnight.

"Thank you...I refuse to think about this. I'm going hunting tomorrow." She offered them both a smile.

“Thas the spirit, then ae shall be off me fair Sarekonna. He hugged her once more and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Goodnigh me fair Sarekonna"

"Good night to both of you and thank you" Sarekonna answered as she watched them both leave the room.
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Postby Tashtego » Sun Mar 30, 2003 10:48 pm

Packed down wit a large order o Mithril weapons fer commission, Tashtego slowly made his way from Caer Diogel to the Harbor where he could use the Portal ta get to Castle Sauvage and then ta Camelot. The Forge in Diogel had everythin a Crafter coud dream of, an so much o his time was there gainin in his skills. Asterite was almost a metal gone by as he inched very close ta Netherium. But, he was glad ta be back in Camelot ... the sights, the children playin at the fountain, the merchants sellin their wares, the Pub, an all o his good friends. He thought ta himself this was good every once in a while ta deliver commission this way. Finding the young man, Erem, who ordered quite a large stockpile o weapons for his own Craft of spellcraftin near the East entrance close ta the Defenders, the young man took the time ta inspect eah an every one o the blades fer their quality. He seemed ta enjoy holdin such fine blades, and found not one wanting in superior quality. Weapons were exchanged fer coin, they both thanked each other for their business, an parted company as friends would. Findin his way ta the nearest pub, his own honeyed mead long since dry from the long trip over, he let the cold ale quench his thirst an warm his belly. Nothin like a cold ale ta end off the day wit. After finishin off a full mug o ale, he tipped the barmaid heavily, somethin he always did knowin that every bit helped when one was hungry, he left the establishment feelin much better. Spyin his friend Arlin at yet another Alchemy table throwin vial after vial o useless mixtures at the Forge, tash raised his hand ta him ta wave an yell Hail ... an then plowed accidentally inta ....
"OOF! oo sorry bout tha me frien, sorry", helpin the small fella up hopin he didn hurt em, "ae were lookin o'er at a frien an wavin ta him in the other dir.... CRISPAIN! me Brother! Tis good ta see ye! oh ae .. hope ae din hurt ye none," grinning. "How ye been me Brother?"
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