Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Mar 18, 2008 12:56:16 GMT -6
To His Esteemed Grace and Lordship, Duke Adam Aberdeen,
:: The scribe had been found to take down the words to lay out for Adam the events that unfolded in his absence. Swallowing hard, he rearranged the position of his ink well, quill, and paper wait stone three times before he could continue. What about the quality of light? He lit another three candles. How many would it take to make any more clear that he was writing of civil unrest and injury to his beloved wife? "His Lordship will hold me in contempt o' it all," he muttered, dipping the pen again so the black ink was fresh, "He will be livid." Pushing past the want to relieve his belly of the bile it had, he set fire to it with a whiskey swig before continuing to write a ring 'round of official verse.::
There has been a civil unrest in the streets of Turas Lan that it is deemed you must know of at once. In your most Revered One's absence, the Lord General brought a man in to the castle to be questioned by your Lady Wife. Of his purpose, it was said he had spread falsehoods and most horrendous claims against the noble house and the court, and spoke of the impending victory of the rebellious clansmen in a state of coming war. When his tongue was made loose by the combined, forceful effort of the General and Duchess, he made mention of turmoil in the town of Potree most immediate, with possibility for Drynoch and the Struan place where this has been delivered to your hand.
It has been made an order that men ride out to Potree to assist, in hopes that Lady Kaelyn, our Elite Ranger, and Sir Raven, most noble protector and knight of the realms, may hold with what they have in the most ardent belief they have ridden into a trap. This was thus confirmed by investigation in the marketplace to learn what had been said and the effect upon our citizens..
:: Ink splotched the curl of his s! Damn it! He was getting nervous again. More whiskey, another breath.::
The Lady has been much aggrieved by the events at hand, and in learning that the man's poison had taken hold..sought to be remedy for it. While speaking with a tinker, one of the brigands tried to slip away, unseen, into the abyss to warn his fellows of them being discovered. Here in is where the unrest began: She gave pursuit of the fiend, and he rowed with her, and she him. Pulling him from the chance to slip into the market further, they were kept in an ally as crowd gathered round. As they came to harder blows, the General came to break up the fray. Weapons were drawn, and people began to scatter hither and yon, but not as he had ordered. Several were involved, injured, and alas, some crushed on the streets. In the end a group of fifteen men were taken by the General's men, and ordered killed where they stood.
Sir, it is with heavy heart that I must also tell you that as the gates to the castle were closed, a man slipped in with murder as his intention. The General had been deemed the killer of his brother, and of whom his brother is, we know not yet of. By the time the guards could catch him, he had already made a scene of finding his target. Setting out three blades of thin metal into the air, it was your wife who sustained the impact of two of them. Of the General's status, exhaustion has worn him thin. Both are now at rest in the same chambers and alive. Pray, forgive your servant for such ill tidings.
:: He took up the bolt of red wax, dripping it onto the letter. Pressing a seal into it, before it could completely cool she handed it to one of the Duke's personal mess angers. In the cloak of night, the city gate would open to a man spurning his horse on to reach Struan in all urgent haste. The scene would be repeated twice, as a man was also sent to Zurban Castle to summon the Weapon's Master to the Griffin Court to be briefed, and ready to go forth himself..::
:: The scribe had been found to take down the words to lay out for Adam the events that unfolded in his absence. Swallowing hard, he rearranged the position of his ink well, quill, and paper wait stone three times before he could continue. What about the quality of light? He lit another three candles. How many would it take to make any more clear that he was writing of civil unrest and injury to his beloved wife? "His Lordship will hold me in contempt o' it all," he muttered, dipping the pen again so the black ink was fresh, "He will be livid." Pushing past the want to relieve his belly of the bile it had, he set fire to it with a whiskey swig before continuing to write a ring 'round of official verse.::
There has been a civil unrest in the streets of Turas Lan that it is deemed you must know of at once. In your most Revered One's absence, the Lord General brought a man in to the castle to be questioned by your Lady Wife. Of his purpose, it was said he had spread falsehoods and most horrendous claims against the noble house and the court, and spoke of the impending victory of the rebellious clansmen in a state of coming war. When his tongue was made loose by the combined, forceful effort of the General and Duchess, he made mention of turmoil in the town of Potree most immediate, with possibility for Drynoch and the Struan place where this has been delivered to your hand.
It has been made an order that men ride out to Potree to assist, in hopes that Lady Kaelyn, our Elite Ranger, and Sir Raven, most noble protector and knight of the realms, may hold with what they have in the most ardent belief they have ridden into a trap. This was thus confirmed by investigation in the marketplace to learn what had been said and the effect upon our citizens..
:: Ink splotched the curl of his s! Damn it! He was getting nervous again. More whiskey, another breath.::
The Lady has been much aggrieved by the events at hand, and in learning that the man's poison had taken hold..sought to be remedy for it. While speaking with a tinker, one of the brigands tried to slip away, unseen, into the abyss to warn his fellows of them being discovered. Here in is where the unrest began: She gave pursuit of the fiend, and he rowed with her, and she him. Pulling him from the chance to slip into the market further, they were kept in an ally as crowd gathered round. As they came to harder blows, the General came to break up the fray. Weapons were drawn, and people began to scatter hither and yon, but not as he had ordered. Several were involved, injured, and alas, some crushed on the streets. In the end a group of fifteen men were taken by the General's men, and ordered killed where they stood.
Sir, it is with heavy heart that I must also tell you that as the gates to the castle were closed, a man slipped in with murder as his intention. The General had been deemed the killer of his brother, and of whom his brother is, we know not yet of. By the time the guards could catch him, he had already made a scene of finding his target. Setting out three blades of thin metal into the air, it was your wife who sustained the impact of two of them. Of the General's status, exhaustion has worn him thin. Both are now at rest in the same chambers and alive. Pray, forgive your servant for such ill tidings.
:: He took up the bolt of red wax, dripping it onto the letter. Pressing a seal into it, before it could completely cool she handed it to one of the Duke's personal mess angers. In the cloak of night, the city gate would open to a man spurning his horse on to reach Struan in all urgent haste. The scene would be repeated twice, as a man was also sent to Zurban Castle to summon the Weapon's Master to the Griffin Court to be briefed, and ready to go forth himself..::
