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Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« on: September 24, 2008, 02:42:42 PM »
[size=16]Stepping out of the lordship?s office, she paused a moment in the hall, her ocean colored gaze tracking a few of the robed forms moving past. She had been called back from a job and now wondered why. She wasn?t a bloody baby sitter, but it appeared she was to become one for a while. Eyes narrowing in irritation she strode off towards her own rooms within the Order. She had been here since she was 15 years old, on and off and in truth it was home to her now.

?Sorcha? Do ye have a moment?? Falcon seemed to materialize a few feet from her and she stopped instantly to look silently at him. She didn?t know why he wanted to speak with her, but she gave a sharp nod of her dark head.

?Can you check on one of the girls when ye arrive? Simply send a message to let me know how she fairs?? He requested quietly with those unusual eyes of his holding a somber tinge to the glittering depths.

?As ye wish Milord.? Already waiting for him to give her name, as she knew the place was likely thick with all sorts of ?girls?.

?Her name is Rhian. She?s one of Lord DeAuster?s girls. I simply want to be sure she is being cared for.?

Ah, Sorcha had heard some rumors about this and her response was another quiet nod. Fallon had remained in the safety of the Order upon the Queen?s request and most of the operatives were aware of the causes. Someone was seeking the power core of Zymire, which was a most serious and for many troubling situation. All those within the Duibh Order were to keep and eye out for anyone that might possibly involved and thus far had learned little.

?Thank ye Sorcha. I appreciate ye taking the time out to do this for me.? He made a weak effort of a smile towards her and was gone, just that quick and silently. A feat many might find unsettling, but as she was well used to the ways of many adapts here now.

Into her own quarters she then strolled, already pondering just how long she would be forced to play a guard to her leader?s grandchildren.

The frown deepened on her features for a moment, having also heard quite a bit about that family. She herself had come up through the ranks in the shadow of their mother, a woman who was close to being legendary in the history of the Order. It was also a well-known fact that Rhystil didn?t care much for his son-in-law or his various practices.

In truth it had been a while since she heard anything about the children. She knew they had two, but the ages were uncertain. She remembered hearing that they were both rather unruly and willful, but most children were. That very nature had forced her own family to send her here. Of course Lord DeWil did often comment about how lax their sire was in controlling them.

Those memories of brief snatches of conversation made her just mutter darkly as she started to throw some belongings into a large travel trunk. It looked as if her job was going to be far more difficult then she liked. She was to be a guard for that pair now, and the prospect was not sitting well.  

Gloved fingers moved to idly toy with the silver brace on her left wrist. It was a symbol of one of the last mistakes she had ever made. She suspected it was that very mistake which seemed to make Rhystil feel she was the best one suited for this job. Stormy sea-blue eyes narrowed with a stony expression at the reminder. She might not like this new contract, but she would make sure the job would be done efficiently. Even if it meant locking both of those kids up with enchanted chains to keep them from running off to possible death or worse.

It didn?t take her that long to finish up the packing, having returned just a few hours before she had nearly everything she needed. Pulling the travel documents out of her back pocket, she looked over the itinerary, making note of the departure and was relieved to see she had a few hours still. That would be enough time to take care of some personal business before she boarded the ship.
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[size=9]Author's Note: The Title of this story, "Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh" means "Shadows of Memory Past."
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #1 on: October 31, 2008, 02:06:37 AM »
[size=16]In minutes she was heading back down the long dark halls towards the library. Inside the silent chamber she collected a few books for the trip, and then stopped in to restock her array of poisons. Once this was complete she arranged to have her belongings sent to the docks and headed to Minavyar. Lord DeWil had request she speak with her father before her departure. So she could only assume he was awaiting her arrival.

Less then a half hour later she was strolling from the gleaming arches of the portal into a room of Lord DeWil?s personal town house. A luxury granted to a few within the realm, but it did make travel easier for many of those of the Order, thus the expensive magical transport had been prudent.  

Due to the recent fluctuation in the magical energies of Zymire, long distance travel had been recently forbidden via the use of the magical gates. To Sorcha this meant something had happened to shut down the few rare portals that dotted the lands. Likely a rather unfavorable result of use, that caused such concerns. Sorcha actually wasn?t fond of the mode of transport to be sure for the sensation was most unsettling to one of her nature. Short jumps to one location or another was one thing, but the longer ranged movement often left her feeling weakened and drained from the stress of use.  

As it was, she was now to spend at least a week or more aboard a ship at sea. This was also another less then delightful prospect. Seemed more a waste of time in truth, but Sorcha?s skill in shadow travel had not progressed to the point she could cross the great ocean. One day perhaps she would have that ability, but for now, she had no other options.

Nerves, that was what the tension that encased her was. She always felt this way when facing the prospect of dealing with her sire. A glove enshrouded hand rose to sweep back the drift of chocolate brown strands that had floated around pale features.

It was said that her father was a dark entity, a creature of great power who had fallen in love with a Elvin noble?s daughter and had actually married her. It was a curious union to be sure but Sorcha had learned such things did happen from the many such tales she had found over the years. It was bit of a collecting thing, numerous accumulated books, baubles and trinkets of their travels and she cataloged stories about a variety of darker entities.

As it was that marriage hadn?t survived, for whatever reason, as her mother never said and neither did he come to think of it. Although she suspected it had something to do with her father?s roaming ways.

She had met with him a few times over the past years and found him to be pleasant enough company, just had learned it was best to watch what she said around him. Thus there was an uncertainty in their interactions. A certain strain that both were well aware of but never dared speak about it.

Forgoing the use of the carriage that was always ready for unexpected visitors, Sorcha instead found her way though the elegant halls. Welcoming the rush of cool air as she slipped out the door onto the serene street the town home was situated upon.
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #2 on: October 31, 2008, 02:09:25 AM »
[size=16]The few forms walking along at a casual and sedate pace caught her gaze, with the elegantly adorned ladies in their silks and the men in their great coats. She was adorned in her usual leathers and would be damned if she would change. Not for what should be a hopefully short meeting with her father. Sorcha also had the excuse of time being against her anyway. She had but two hours before she was to board the ship that would carry her away.

Minavyar was the royal seat of Zymire. Located upon an isle just south west of the main continent, much of the city was built upon terrain that was made of sheer rock that rose up from the sea a good sixty feet. Roads leading from the municipality had been carved literally from the granite plateau in which it was placed. It had been stated though the various historical intellectuals that the placement had been no accident. It made it a highly defendable position by both land and sea. A history that remained in the tall towers that still loomed all around the edges of queen?s holding.

It left little room for growth in some instances, but in the matter of all things, the inhabitants found ways. Some of the lower land areas were considered a part and fell into the laws that governed.

It was the hub of Zymire society, as one would expect. Sporting all the amities that one might wish for. Both the good and the bad roamed the streets while openly political play was handled mostly within the tall bleached marble walls of the massive castle. The structure rising up and overlooking the perilous rocky shoals along the base of the cliffs it dominated. Some called it impressive, but even from a fair distance one could see those very walls shimmering in the light of the sun above.

Long strides carried her along the well-kept walk as the carts, carriages and horse and rider moved back and forth along cobbled pavements. Around her she caught the soft scent of the sea with a hint of a chill in it?s offering. Wintersweet and Viburnum 'Dawn' wafted in the air, flowing across the main thoroughfares with the scent reminiscent of honeysuckle and rose blending from the large park nearby.

Sunlight danced through the cover of clouds on high, sending brighter splashes of light playing over the quaint buildings lining this area of town. Stone and brick buildings set in colors of muted pale tones with windows gleaming with near purity, as this was one of the upscale residential locals of the vast city. Flower boxes laden with winter blooms adding to the over all serenity the place eluded too.

Sorcha knew better. Many an intrigue had started behind those innocently seeming walls. What may seem too obvious upon the surface seldom held that illusion as time past. Brokers of life and death walked these streets and many carried the facade of respectability with was also another mask in it?s own right.  

Pausing to draw out her travel papers upon reaching the well-guarded gates that led into the sweeping courtyard of the grand castle, ?Lileeagh M?rrach?. The name meant ?White Lily Castle? and had been thus before the ?Time of Memory?. Yet, the moniker itself was curious, do the use of ?M?rrach? unlike the usual ?caisteal, which bespoke of magic and mysterious enchantments that the various legends made mention.

After a very brief inspection, she was surprised she wasn?t stripped her weapons as was the usual custom. Of course it was always likely that Queen Bronwyn wasn?t in residence at present. The lady had a number of holdings across the realm of Zymire so might possibly be in one of those other locations. It was either that or perhaps it was her name, neither of which actually mattered to Sorcha. She didn?t plan to linger long in any event.

Using the side entrance as directed, she stepped into the darkened foyer with a quick blinking of stormy aquamarine eyes. Adjusting to the sudden and rather abrupt alteration of light upon her senses. A hushed stately silence settled heavily around her as she took stock of her surroundings. Unlike the exterior, this wing of the massive Castle was decorated in darker shades of gleaming wood and stone. Elegant yet with a certain understated power that seemed to permeate the area.

Passing along the sturdy but artistically crafted chairs of rich green brocade towards her father?s chamber of offices, she glanced around with a stoic expression. Sorcha felt rather out of place in such surroundings. She was far more used to the nefarious locals of such large cities then the actual palaces found in many.
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #3 on: December 17, 2008, 01:25:24 PM »
[size=16]?I took some liberties with the design, but it wasn?t balanced right without them.?

?Aye, I see that.? Balancing the weapon in her fingertips she was pleased to note it barely rocked at all. ?The tips be a nice touch too. Silver I assume??

?Nae Lass, those be mithril. Greven had them shipped over from Tignus. He also named it.? He father replied, mentioning one of his own weapons craftsmen, and then pointed at one of them. ?Those be made to hold poison as well. Nae a need to stop and add that if ye nae have the time. ?

That brought her eyes lifting with a glint of dark amusement. Greven?s was a Master Weapon?s maker and did work often for the Order in some rare cases. ?That will be very handy. What name did he give it??

He gave another pleased smile. ?Ye just handle it with care if ye have it set up for such.? A fork waved for a moment. ?Ah, aye the name be ?Shalaerer Valandrae?.  

?That will nae be any trouble at all.? She was schooled in the use of many weapons but her choice was a dagger and short sword, along with the whip. A suddenly snap, and she gave another cold little smile. It was well oiled and reacted smoothly. It was certainly a far sight better then her last one. Coiling up the snaking tines she tucked it into her belt then settled her stormy eyes upon her sire. ?Aye, seems a most suitable name. ?Shalaerer Valandrae?, means Baneful Ravager. Most fitting indeed.?

Stormy eyes then shifted as she settled back in the plush chair and lightly rested an elbow on the edge of the carved table. ?So ye wished to see me for this gift??

Drammon Mirawien was a large man, muscular and fit, still looking to be in the prime of life. Long Ink black hair with eyes that was a lighter shade then those given his daughter. He was presently wearing elegant doeskin armor. Far lighter then the usual plate, but given the location, he was in presently, it made sense, for one didn?t attend a dinner table decked out for war.  

?Can?t a father simply wish to see his only child on occasion? I know ye are about to depart for Kaylieth and it may be some time before the portals are repaired before you can return.? Was his reply, but his gaze didn?t lift from the attention on his plate. He continued to eat after speaking.

Sorcha wasn?t sure how to reply to that. Since her parents divorce, her father hadn?t been much a part of her life. Though in time of great crisis he had been there. That she hadn?t ever forgotten. Still, as most children do, she often wondered how things may have been different had her father taken her with him, instead of leaving to the graces of her mother. That though was quickly shaken off. ?I see.?

?There are many things going on here that I can nae speak with ye about just yet. However, I am familiar with the DeAusters and suspect ye might learn much from them.? He continued, while lowering his wine glass to the table after a sip.

Sorcha watched the ruby light move over her father?s finely crafted fingers for a moment before her stormy eyes rose and regarded him silently.

?Their region is a bit different from this one. All those things ye mother felt ye would need are nae as important over in Kaylieth, Sorcha. It is my hope that you discover this and stop feeling as if you have let her down.?  There was a serious cast to his gaze as he looked towards his only daughter.

A hint of a frown moved upon her features for a moment. This was always a rather touchy subject for her. She was keenly aware that she was a great disappointment for her mother. One impulsive youthful act had dashed all those high hopes. Not that Sorcha has ever fit that mold. A fact she knew only to well. In fact, her mother often laid all Sorcha?s unwelcoming personal traits and ills at the feet of her father.

?Tis a fact I am nae the child she wanted. I am well aware of that, but I nae longer care what she may think regarding my choices now Father. I was never likely to fit into the world she wished. Tis simply not in my nature to play a simpering twit, or let my head become addle patted with thoughts of styles, ribbons and bows. I nae cared for such things even when I was a toddler. Not to mention the thought of a ?good? marriage. Most of the so called noblemen I have met are weak and often just as scattered as the female counterparts.?  Sorcha instantly countered. A certain ring of truth a quiet echo in the statement.

?Nae all are, even if they may see so upon the surface, Sorcha. However, I am aware ye are struggling to find balance.? Drammon?s hand rose for a moment, forestalling any protest she might make before she could voice them. ?In many ways ye mother was right. Ye are far more like me, then her.? A fact he secretly was relieved about. ?So I speak from my own personal experiences. Simply put, try to be open minded on ye newest assignment is all I am asking. Lord DeAuster is a brilliant strategist and ye can learn much from him and his. I also want ye to be careful. There are many things going on as I said and danger for all of us is hovering.?

?Considering I have been told I am to try and fit into their household, I shall certainly consider ye words Father.? Something was wrong here. Sorcha wasn?t quite able to pinpoint just what it was, but there were mysteries in the words her father was saying. It was a sensation she couldn?t shake off, even as she was making her departure an hour later.

Accepting the hug from her father, she found herself mulling over the many things he had said. Sorcha wasn?t fond of being touched but there was the very rare few she allowed such attentions from. While she may not know him as well as other children knew their parents, he was still her father and even with a shaky past, she knew he loved her. However many of the things he had spoken of, had her feeling edgy. This assignment was obviously going to be different. In what ways she didn?t know, but time would likely divulge all these little intrigues eventually.

She just didn?t like the sudden sensation that she was some sort of pawn in a larger picture and being removed from the playing board without explanation. It was an unsettling emotional reaction and Sorcha wasn?t happy about it. Games were in play and somehow she or her family apparently was tangled up deep in the midst of it.
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #4 on: January 06, 2009, 03:55:39 AM »
[size=16]She had made the ship with plenty of time to spare and just settled into the cabin that would be hers for the 3 to 4 days this journey required. While her mastery of shadows was better then most, her age limited her to some degree. She could travel great distances in minutes but over water was just a bit beyond her. She however knew all the others also had limits as well. Also, with the few select portals in the realm acting strangely, she had little interest in using those either. In other words, she really had no other choice but to travel in the more traditional ways.

Taking up one of the books she had collected earlier, she dropped smoothly into a chair and just stretched her legs out to rest on the bed and started to read. It was surprising to realize the actual similar traits she had with Fiona. Scanning over the ledger that was really old reports she was searching for one in particular. The one regarding the very family that was causing so many to become concerned, however she was getting caught up in something else she had not realized. Rhystil?s daughter was half elvin with a darker side most left undefined.

A faint frown at that, having not known of that, but then again, it made sense suddenly just why she had been taken into the Order without a question. It would seem they had experience in dealing with such natures and she knew only to well the methods now in controlling it.  

As it was, she displayed the gifts of shadow play pretty early on. Something her mother hadn?t much liked, but couldn?t seem to control her. She had also been a rather wild child. Didn?t pay mind when she should. When she was 15 years old, she and her mother had a rather violent fight and in her foolish snit, she had run away from home.
Children were often stupid that way. It hadn?t been any great adventure she found, but something akin to utter misery really. A glance at the brace again as she let her memories wander.

She had ended up enslaved. It hadn?t been any normal sort of service either. It hadn?t been about sex or labor, but of death and fighting. Thrown out into a pit for the entertainment of nobles. Facing off against others that had more experience and it was by sheer luck or fury one might survive it. She had. She had taken more then a few lives in the name of survival and even now didn?t regret it. There hadn?t been any choices to be made. Pity wasn?t a known commodity in such places, at least not by the ones used for that form of sport.

From what she had been told later, she had been trapped in the games for about six months when her father found her. By then, her demon had taken over. The elvin side buried down deep inside the hosting body. She didn?t remember any of that time now. She knew they had fought to bring her back from the abyss, having been told of it. She had awareness that her parents had waged war over her. Had it not been for her grandfather, she would have likely been taken by her father to realms few had visited.

Her grandfather had arranged for Lord DeWil to take her instead. Something her father had relented to, due to family ties, while her mother had railed against it. In fact it had been the Order that had somehow managed to find a way to repair what had been shattered and she had been there ever since.
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #5 on: January 06, 2009, 04:01:12 AM »
[size=16]Once there she had been taught to control her demonic side. They trained her to use her talents and the rough skills as a fighter she had from the arena had been honed into those of a black assassin. She suspected there were many things they couldn?t fix, such as her lack of compassion or sympathy. Sorcha cared for some, but was well aware the emotion was uncomfortable. She also avoided being touched. She didn?t like having her personal space invaded by anyone outside of her family.

The darkness housed within also still found a means to feed, having discovered those very emotions she avoided personally were available and readily soaked up in a variety of places. It was more satisfied with the last gasps of death, and such moments were heady for her as well. Over the past few years her dark side had gotten out of control, but only briefly. It often made a bit of a mess, but she would quickly rein it in once the rage that had triggered it had passed. Such things she was used to handling now and found worrying about it was rather useless.

Over the next few days, she spent a lot of time searching for information about the DeAuster Clan. Learning a number of things about them. Lucius DeAuster had a rather unique history. Paladin turned Deathknight, now Daemon Prince, which made him very unpredictable and likely dangerous if crossed. He also was a well-known slaver. Some might think that would set her back up, but as he wasn?t creating champions for any arena and all the notes mentioned he was rumored to be a kind master, she saw nothing wrong with such a sideline.

Fiona she knew about. She had been one of the first women in the Order and her resume was long and impressive. An Elder now, Sorcha knew she would have to take orders from her if given but doubted any such commands would go against her own ideas.

In regard to the children, she had their names and they?re general descriptions, but other then a few notes regarding rather willful and wild natures, little else was mentioned. The Daughter had trained with her Grandfather for a few months, but now back in the hands of her mother. She had been away on a job on Calazia and hadn?t actually met the girl, but heard she had a natural talent with the shadow manipulations. She had little clues to ages and to hear their Lord DeWil speak of them, they could very well still be children. Perhaps early to mid teens she was thinking. Of course every flaw she did know about, the leader of the Order laid firmly at the feet of their father. Such a trait was also well known to Sorcha after all. Her own mother was a master at the very same claims often thrown at Drammon.

In her mind they had to be young, as she knew neither had actually faced the Rituals of the Shadows Embrace. If they had, she would know far more about them then she did. She had been one of the youngest to survive it at age one seventeen, only a few months younger then Fiona herself had been. Survive was the word for it, as those that entered, either lived through it or died trying.  Eventually they would have to do it, and it was possible their mother was waiting until they were mature enough to handle it. Most entered the Rituals by the time they were one twenty-five, but the truly talented tended to go a bit earlier after all. It was a little hard for her to think that Fiona DeWil?s own children lacked that aptitude.

Most at the age of one hundred seventeen were not as single minded as she had been. In truth Sorcha had actually never been normal to start with, but events leading up to that time, had altered her greatly.  
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #6 on: January 11, 2009, 04:48:50 AM »
[size=16]Due to the region being at war, she had to endure the registration upon landing at the harbor in Cisroe. Sorcha?s sea colored eyes giving the guard questioning her an even, impassive stare. ?State your name.?

Words husky from lack of use over the three days of travel. ?Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien.?

He never even looked up, simply printed her name down on the ledger and then continued. ?State your location of departure.?

?Zymire.?

?Don?t get many Zymiran?s here these days. State your business.? Still asking the questions from a script she was certain.  

?I am here to visit family in the west. ? Her own response was a little detached now, as she was rather bored with this routine.

?The name of the family.? That droning voice was irritating her but at the question she gave a cold little smile, certain he was about to sit up tense at her reply.

?DeAuster.? She added nothing more but didn?t need to, as he did tense up and finally looked at her. She didn?t lie, as there was a blood connection, as her father was related to Fiona?s Mother. There was also another fainter blood line via the queen?s family via marriage once or twice removed.

With a sudden snap of the leather wallet holding her papers, it was quickly handed over. ?Have a nice visit Milady.?

She did stroll away with a low laugh and was soon making arrangements for her trunk to be sent on to the destination, knowing the name alone would ensure it wasn?t hindered or damaged either. She wasn?t worried about anything being stolen from it, as few would have the skill to crack the lock or dispel the shadow magic traps it was also laden with, so that never was a concern.

It was about a four days ride to the lands of Gharnholme, but she wasn?t actually going to spend that time in an uncomfortable carriage, pressed up far to tight against strangers. She could get close enough and after a brief rest, finish the journey by morning. So slinging the pack she had kept with her to a shoulder, she glided off to find a quiet alley where she would slip unseen into the shadow paths.

Thus far she could manage about a three days journey in about an hour, anything further and she stressed her body too much. When one was heading for a job that simply wasn?t done as it could make one sloppy.

The time moved fast and she was soon slipping free of the dark embrace with her trim form already feeling the mild ache often left when she pushed the distance. Brushing back the chocolate brown hair she took a quick searching look around. The road was empty and quiet, with a chilly wind flowing along the curve ahead.

Unsure of how far or how close she was, she sent out mental feelers, soon finding that first brushing of emotion and energy perhaps five miles west. Slinging the pack up high on a leather clad shoulder, she started the walk that would carry her there. Using it to ease the tightness in her sore muscles.
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[color=#306754:1ac2eecb36]Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
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[i:1ac2eecb36]Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan[/i:1ac2eecb36][/color:1ac2eecb36]

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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #7 on: January 11, 2009, 04:56:06 AM »
[size=16]In that trek she saw riders both coming and going. Some sporting the colors of Gharnholme, the black and green distinctive against the winter gray backdrop of road and barren trees, others wearing the badges of the Albaelia family and even a few carried an insignia she didn?t recognize. All gave her a sharp look as they passed. The cloaked form indistinguishable but as she had no weapons in sight, they didn?t pause just continued on to wherever they were going. It didn?t bode well for her coming duty however. Guarding against bounty hunters in such a wide area of land had to be neigh impossible, even for those like the DeAuster family. She was starting to understand why she was being sent.

Head lifting to gaze out from under the shading hood of her black clock, she saw the signpost ahead, Briarstone and was rather pleased. She had gotten farther then she had first thought.

Down the lane she then drifted, noticing the surprisingly well-appointed town that lay up ahead. It was rather picturesque in a way she hadn?t expected. Perhaps assuming the small villages around Gharnholme would be typically rustic and dull or primitive and basic. Behind it was the scenic lay the Dawnbreak mountains she was to travel to in the morning and a brow arched slightly. This place might just be surprisingly interesting after all.

Entering the ?The Tipsy Bishop? she easily acquired a room for the night and was soon settling down in the common room of the Inn and looking over the menu. Settling on some roasted mutton, spiced potatoes and a slice of strawberry pie she sat back, and just listened to the talk floating around the place.

Considering what she had read, Briarstone had been annexed by DeAuster with a heavy use of force, and yet listening to several of the locals partaking of the Inn?s bar, none seemed to be holding a grudge, in fact they seemed rather proud of their new Lord.

?Aye, ?is lordship?s done taken another village. Tha? bastard Torvien be throwing all he ?as at him and he?s nae stopped.?

?He won?t Jase, not in his nature to stop. Want another?? The lady of the inn said with a smile.

??O course Jeena.? Passing over his mug with a laugh.

?There be talk of another celebration. The young lad?s name day be coming.?

?Aye, and that means another one of those Rituals. My son is considering attending. He?s now of age and is already talking of joining up.? The woman then stated with a shake of her head.

?Ye nae be minding tha? Jeena?? The one called Jase asked with a surprised look on his weathered and aged face.

?Not really Jase. Aye, I know I will worry, as that be a mother?s job but the lad is restless. At least if he joins his Lordship, he stands a good chance of learning to fight the right way and mayhaps make a name for himself later.?

Hardly the words of a town of people set on revenge and Sorcha just gave a faint smile and was soon digging into the delicious meal. Lingering over the sweet desert, she wondered where they had gotten fresh strawberries this time of year but didn?t ponder on it long, as several armored men meandered into the common room.

The sun was starting to set, something she had noticed with a glance out of the window and now it seemed the guards were about to relax. In light of that, she ordered another cup of hot coffee and remain seated, only to listen and perhaps learn more if possible.

Unlike the townspeople, DeAuster?s men didn?t talk about the various battles, only casual things, but also caught a few shooting looks her way. Her deeper senses also picked up on a thread of suspicion. She knew instantly she would learn nothing without digging deeper and doubted that would be taken well if detected. Instead she placed some coins down on the table and rose, and with a nod to Jeena she was strolling off at a casual pace towards her own room above.

Even after the early night she had, she slept deeply. Likely due to her travel from the day before and was up unusually early. The sun hadn?t even rose when she made her way back down, surprised to see the place already showing signs of activity. Having to jog her own mind, realizing it was likely due to the military men they hosted as many of them were around.

She placed her order of eggs, toast and fruit and was soon drinking deeply of the mug of coffee provided when one finally approached.

?Good morning miss. Please forgive the interruption but I am the Captain Aether of the guard here in Briarstone, and am curious about what brings ye to our fair land??

?I am heading further west to visit with family Sir.? Head lifting now with a sharp sweep of stormy sea blue eyes over him.

?Ah, so I assume you will be departing already?? He was as least more polite then that other officer she had dealt with in Cisroe and thus she forced a tight smile.

?Actually sir, the family I am to visit is nearby so nae. I am hoping to arrive there sometime today.?

?Ah, I am sure you will find our land pleasant. What pray tell is the name of this family? I might know them and can direct you towards them.?

Nothing changed on her face but she gave a faint nod, aware that it actually was this one?s job to pay attention to the random travelers, considering the heightened state of war. ?DeAuster sir.?

That startled him and he peered at her curiously for a moment. ?Ye be family to them Milady??

The ?Miss? was gone as he seemed to believe it, even without a single shred of proof, but Sorcha was completely unaware her demeanor was a near match to the Lady of Gharnholme. ?Aye, I am.?

?Ah, ye be Zymirian, that would explain it. A relation to Lady Fiona aye?? Giving a slow nod he then bowed. ?I again beg ye forgiveness for interrupting ye Milady. Have a safe journey.? And just that smoothly he backed away and was walking out with a clattering of boots as others of his crew followed.
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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #8 on: February 09, 2009, 03:21:02 AM »
[size=16]Due to the early hour she settled her debts with the inn swiftly and with ease and was soon on her way once more, taking the road on foot and again moving in the direction towards the keep. It wasn?t to long before the area was clear and she could slip inside the waiting shadows, which was always easier going into them, then the exiting. So quick then, as the keep wasn?t near as far now and in about ten minutes she was sliding free, a fair distance from the very gates themselves.

Her sharp eyes caught the array of wards that surrounded the place and even detected some that would alert those within of unknown shadow movement. It was an unusual and curious thing to see, as few tried to protect against that, but she could understand it given current events in play.

It was the voice behind her that sent her spinning around with a hand drawing the dagger from a high boot. ?Ah, tis good to see ye again Sorcha. I was wondering when ye would arrive.?

The woman stepped silently from the shade with the strands falling away like black wisps from her form and gave a faint smile even as the icy green eyes swung pointedly towards the dagger now in the younger girl?s hand.

Lowering the blade, she shot a baffled look over at Fiona with a brow arching. ?I didn?t sense ye coming.?

That only brought another cryptic curling of rose pale lips and a slow nod. ?That be something ye may need to work on, however I have long since mastered the shade so my methods are a bit more refined.? Then added quietly. ?Tis? unlikely ye will need worry about an attack from such venues, but there be time to discuss that once we get ye settled in.? She moved with a natural stealth that Sorcha felt a brief stab of envy at the easy way she stepped. Few she had seen had that sort of deadly grace.

?Aye Milady. Tis? good to see ye again as well.? Finding her voice she slipped into step beside her, but could hear the faint crunch of her boot on the stony surface beneath it. Her wince was unseen thankfully as the lady kept on walking, moving closer to the tall black gates ahead.

That first look at the place and Sorcha could only think it actually fit the image she had created in her mind. Tall and looming it set high on a cliff with thick heavy walls surrounding it. It was certainly in a very tactical position as well. Easy to defend and also catch sight of any coming towards it.

?What be ye range of travel in the shade Sorcha?? Out of the blue the question caught her off guard as she pulled her attention away from the sight of that keep and back to Fiona.

?I can move about four days ride from most locations.? Wondering why that was of interest, as even some of the Elders could only mange five.

?I see. Well, as Daniel and Cieara are currently with their father, that be about a five day journey to the north. We will simply have to make a few shorter hops to get there by this afternoon.?

That surprised Sorcha as she had fully expected Fiona and her Lord to be keeping the children close to their fortress home. ?Ah, I have nae done that before Milady.? Nod adding she was accustom to pushing the limit, hoping her body would eventually adjust to the abuse.  
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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #9 on: February 09, 2009, 03:25:20 AM »
[size=16]That made Fiona pause and turned to regard the girl with a slight tipping of her head, as if listening for something and then gave a low throaty laugh. ?Tis? a method I used when I was your age to move longer distances. It be fine and good to push ye self but it is about the power you hold and nae what ye mind and body can stand Sorcha.? She resumed the smooth stroll then. ?The control and ability to wield the shadow comes from wisdom and as ye mature so does ye abilities.?

She had heard that before but was impatient and was aware of it, and now in the face of Fiona?s unspoken censor she could only nod stiffly.

?My daughter is able to travel about the same distance as ye now. Of course being the willful girl she is, she uses the less stressful methods and hops distance. I tell ye this so ye are aware and can keep up with her.?

?And ye son Milady?? Any information she could glean would help her in the duty she had been assigned so she asked the next logical question.

?Ah, Daniel?s skills are nae as honed as his sisters, however I am sure his own range is likely the same. If he trained more it would likely be a bit greater.?

Returning a nod to a guard standing on duty, the gate doors swung open with an unsettling silence and inside the two now stepped. The silent courtyard giving her no clue what she was to eventually find behind those gray stone walls.

?Due to the hour, most in the house are still a bed Sorcha, so we can settle in my office for a time.?

She saw little reason to comment and just followed, noticing that the place was surprisingly well appointed and elegant, even when they seemed to be moving down into the very mountain. The office was a large book lined room with a warm fire blazing in the hearth. Comfortable looking chairs were placed strategically around the area with a large desk to dominate the entire scene.

?Care for some coffee Sorcha? I can nae operate without at least one cup in my system.? She was pouring her self a large mug full of the fragrant brew and glanced over at the young woman.

?Aye Milady.? Taking a seat near the warmth the fire provided and eased the cloak from her shoulders quietly.

?First off, ye should simply call me Fiona. We nae stand on ceremony here.? Passing over another earthenware mug, the lithe lady sank down into the other chair near the dancing flames.

?As ye wish Fiona.? She took a sip of the hot beverage while cradling it in her chilled hands.

?Now, I assume my father explained why ye were sent here??

?Yes, he seemed concerned about this Faenall involved in the war ye have with Torvien.? Came her instant reply.

?Aye, as that one has vengeance in mind, and is nae one I wish getting his hands on either of my children.? Fiona?s slow nod following another tilting of that mug in her gloved hands, and then continued. ?Both of them are unwilling to have a guard, as they feel they can handle anything. In many instances they can, but considering that Faenall nearly killed me the last time we faced off, tis unlikely they could survive his brand of attack.?

Sorcha had read the reports and actually doubted her own abilities in dealing with one such as that dangerous mage, but did have confidence in sensing any approach and spiriting the pair to safety.

?Ye are not to confront that one if he does make an appearance, merely get Cieara and Daniel out of his reach. As it is, they will not be aware of ye purpose for being here.?  
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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #10 on: May 25, 2009, 04:03:12 AM »
[size=16]Sorcha?s eyes instantly narrowed at that and she leaned to place the cup down before her grip would shatter it. ?Ah, let me see if I get this straight, ye want me to act weak?? One of the few masquerades over the years she had managed to avoid, and wasn?t sure she could stomach it to spare the sensibilities of two obviously spoiled and uncontrolled kids.

?Nae. Ye best not act weak with either of them, most especially my son as he would seek to exploit it as he is much like his father in many things. Simply let them think they will be showing ye the ropes. As a guest they would be less likely to. . ? She paused a moment, searching for a word. ?Ditch ye, as they commonly say.?

The tension eased from her then and she gave a short nod. ?That I can manage.? Not many could actually read her, as she didn?t tend to emit much in the way of mood or emotion, with the exception of anger, as that did occasionally slip past her barriers.

?They have guards now of course, but both have a habit of slipping out of sight. Tis the ability to shadow walk and they do use it. Being young and impulsive they nae always think of what might occur doing such.?

?It is true I have never taken part in a war Fiona, and also that we are related. Both will make this fa?ade easier to carry off if ye children carry any of ye own darker nature.? It was an indirect way of asking if they did.

?Aye, they both have a darker side Sorcha. Less restrained then mine, but as they do have traits of their father as well, tis to be expected. They were also not raised to hold everything in as I was so ye will find both to be a touch unruly, but nae cruelly so.?
 
Drinking more of the hot coffee she glanced over at the young woman. ?Contrary to what ye might of learned or been told about my children, they are nae foolish. True they are willful but they have been brought up to be strong. While I know both have secrets, their father and I did not seek to teach them to hide their feelings, but we have sought to temper them.?

Leaning now to place her own cup on the table as Fiona again inspected the young woman her father had sent to watch over her children. The girl was young enough to blend in with her children; she still would have preferred a male for the job.

It wasn?t that she thought Sorcha wouldn?t manage instead she was rather worried at what trouble might come. Daniel?s dark half was far stronger then Cieara?s. In fact it was quite nearly on par with some full-blooded demons she knew. A gift likely enhanced by his father?s nature she believed. Fiona also knew that Sorcha was another that carried half of that darker side inside, but she wasn?t able to discern the power or potential there. The woman was using some rather impressive barriers against such detections.

Sorcha had obviously taken the training regarding masking her nature to heart, but Fiona was conscious of the young woman's past. So she was well aware of the restraints being used. Nevertheless, her time in her uncle?s realm made her more then sentient to the nature of the beast. She could only hope this solution worked for the situation and didn't create an even bigger one.  [/size]
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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #11 on: May 25, 2009, 04:12:47 AM »
[size=16]?Fiona, how old are your children?? Sorcha felt a sudden need to ask, as they were sounding less and less like young teens to her.

?Daniel is 122 soon to be 123 and Cieara is 119 and in a few months time will be 120.? A raven brow arching as she had thought her father would have told the woman that.

Sorcha was surprised to hear the son and daughter were much older then she had first believed. It caused a little confusing for her as well and she couldn?t help but turn to gaze somberly at the lady. ?I don?t understand then why I am needed. They are old enough to defend them selves.?

?Against most bounty hunters aye, they are, but Faenall is nae normal. My father seemed to feel ye would fit in best for this duty Sorcha, which tells me he had confidence in ye own training and skills.? A long pause and then she gave a snort. ?This a matter of the two alone could nae stand easily against one that can drag the very soul from their bodies without breaking a sweat. However three trained and prepared for such a thing might even those odds. I managed to fight him off, be it by luck or fury, the same might be said about my offspring, but I nae care to find out. ?

?Aye, ye are right Fiona. I should nae question ye father?s wisdom.? Even if she couldn?t help but wonder still and slowly picked up her coffee from the table.

?There is also the fact that ye family is one of the five Sorcha, they wished ye away from Zymire. Out of reach as it were.?

?What?? That made the sea-blue eyes widen with sudden shock. That news sending a cold chill over her that had nothing to do with the dark winter morning either.

That brought those glittering winter green eyes back towards her and Fiona?s brow arched again. ?Ye were unaware of that? Ah, well that be normal enough. It means simply ye carry a thread of the power that fuel?s Zymire. A vessel born in the blood running though ye veins. Makes ye a target, even if ye nae have the full energy. So ye have been shipped here to watch out for my children and they will watch out for ye.?

The fury started to grow, as none had ever once thought to mention that rather important little detail to her, but suddenly it made stunning and startling sense. Her father had been drawn to that power and in the end with her mother had spawned a true misfit. That nagging sensation regarding the various things said by her father, now became crystal clear, but she was livid that none had actually thought to share that information with her sooner.

Fiona felt that rage and just sat back with a lazy crossing of legs. The sound loud in the dimly lit room as leather hissed softly with her movements.

?Will your children be made aware of this as well?? Sorcha?s voice was tight with the repressed temper but she was making an impressive effort to hold it in.

?Only if ye wish them to be made aware. Ye see, tis believed that Faenall is party to the attempt to disrupt Zymire?s power base. At least that is the belief, but we have nae yet found anything to support it. That be something others in the Order are working on.  If that is the case, he will be seeking ye in time as well.?

So many pieces falling into place now. The reason she had been pulled back before completing the job, the haste in which they had shipped her here. The vague cryptic comments that hadn?t made any sense at the time regarding her own safety, all leading up to a staggering disclosure to be sure.
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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #12 on: July 18, 2009, 12:02:25 PM »
[size=16]?It would make my being there even more understandable.? Sorcha didn?t say believable as she felt as if she had been duped herself now. In her mind, she was doubly cursed.

?Aye, it would, but I will say nothing of it, if ye so wish it to remain unknown.? Soft and quiet the words but Sorcha just shrugged.

?If it is a fact, then I nae care if they are told.? Her head then turning hearing a faint sound coming closer, the ringing of bells it seemed which bounced over the stone walls outside.

Rising from her seat Fiona moved towards the door and drew it open, and a small woman strolled in with a platter of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and fresh fruit. ?Good morning ladies.?

?Morning to ye as well Myri. This be the young lady I mentioned to ye last evening.?

?Ah, lovely to meet ye Lady Sorcha. Welcome to Gharnholme.? A warm welcoming smile accompanied her words as she stepped over with a hand extended.

?Sorcha, please meet Myrialla, Lucius?s Fiancee, eventually she will become his second wife.? The words said almost casually and caused the younger woman to blink a moment.

Rising a little belatedly, she took the small hand and gave it a firm but quick shake and forced a polite smile as she quickly withdrew. ?A pleasure to meet ye milady.?

?Oh, just call me Myri please. Everyone else does. Ye rooms be ready as well Sorcha, but I will leave ye with Fiona to eat a bit. There be a few things requiring my attentions in the slave quarters. I will come back shortly and escort ye.? Another sweet smile and she was moving off with quick yet graceful steps.

?It be a strange world ye have come to Sorcha.? There was a hint of amusement in Fiona?s softly spoken words and the girl glanced her way.

?I suspected that would be the case. I will adjust easily enough.?

While they ate, Fiona filled her in on many things regarding the house and those within it. She learned about Kaelyn. A healer that was involved with Daniel and was also Myri?s sister and soon heard about the slaves, acolytes and the warbands in the valley below. She listened intently as it might serve her well later.
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Re: Sg?ils a'd Cuimhne Riamh
« Reply #13 on: November 20, 2009, 12:51:11 PM »
[size=16]Later that day, after having been shown to a surprisingly comfortable chamber, she soon found herself following Fiona through the paths of dark. The jumping from one point to another proving to be challenging, but not near as exhausting as one full hop would have been, and while she hated to admit it, she realized the efficiency of the method.

Her first sight of the camp and Sorcha just muttered in Elvin, while her narrowed gaze swept over one war band. Taking note of the almost primitive appearance they displayed. The war paint and the skins were just a little unusual to what she was normally used to seeing. Mingled in with those were the more normal looking foot soldiers, but as she passed along with Fiona, the scenery started to change. Weapons of the finest quality could be seen in the hands of fierce looking warriors. The layout of the camp was also of a tactical design. Duties appeared to be performed with little effort and it was very apparent that the tree of command in full use and working seamlessly by the sounds and activities around.

?There will be times when ye are sent along with Cieara and Daniel to some of the raids Lucius is currently planning. I will make sure that a tent and other camping needs will be provided for ye. Out here, ye will also need a form of heat.? A pause and she spoke quietly with one of the officers, a tall stiff man with iron gray hair and a stern hard visage. To Sorcha he looked just like a lord?s officer should with well-oiled leathers, spit shinned boots and an ornate sword riding on his hip. ?Ferris? Have ye seen Cieara or Daniel about this day??

?Nae Milady, but it is possible they are with their father. Feldamor fell yesterday, and he is there at present to deal with any lingering thoughts of rebellion.?

?Ah, I see.? Her dark head took a faint tilt and she then gave the Captain a quiet smile. ?Thank ye Captain Ferris, ye are correct, both are with him. Ah, can ye see to another tent, near to Daniel?s perhaps??

The man didn?t even question that request, just gave a stiff bow and nod to the lady. ?Aye Milady. It will be done post haste.? He soon strode off, barking orders and in minutes they were working on erecting it.

Sorcha stood quietly just looking about the area, as it seemed this force was already preparing for another battle. Such things happened fast here apparently, but as she wasn?t schooled in the ways of battleground warfare, so she could very well be wrong, but the tension was thick in the air, and that sensation was an emotion she could recognize.  

?Often Cieara will stay in her father?s tent while she?s out here with him. She nae cares much for the cold. Daniel?s is over there. Ferris is guiding him if I understand correctly and do feel he is learning much. That Soldier carries much wisdom and knowledge and isn?t unwilling to share it. Nae only that, but Daniel seems to actually listen to him.?

?A good arrangement, and tis' sure ye son can benefit from the older man?s experience.? Sorcha responded quietly. She had learned that some time back that older didn?t always mean weaker and in many cases one could discover a wealth of knowledge for the more experienced of agents.

?As they are now on the way back, we shall simply wait for them in Lucius?s command center.? Weaving their way through the milling groups of men at various activities, Sorcha was following Fiona into a large high-pitched tent.
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« Reply #14 on: November 20, 2009, 12:56:24 PM »
[size=16]Soon settled with a glass of mulled wine she again was looking about. On one side it was a rather opulent set up, while on the other, purely military in its look and design. Her sea-blue gaze moved over the large pallet of pillows and furs towards the camp heater and an area veiled by heavy tapestries.

She wondered to herself where the girl slept when she stayed with her father, seeing only the one bed. Her thoughts more on the strategical value then anything else but didn?t actually say it a loud, but was surprised when Fiona answered it anyway.

?On the nights Cieara invades her father?s space she sleeps with him there.? One elegant gloved hand waving towards the nesting of furs and pillows. There was also a rather wicked gleam in those icy green eyes that Sorcha didn?t quite understand. ?When it comes to his daughter however, he still carries much of a Paladin?s purity.?

It took her a moment and she blinked then turned to just stare at Fiona in surprise. Her thoughts hadn?t even shifted in that rather shocking direction. Sorcha?s own sire was very hedonistic but as was the case with most, he still treated her much as a child. She had suspected Lord DeAuster was much the same. It seemed that was the only time the male species ever showed any signs of love without the lustful intent was when it came to their daughters. Then it tended towards the curious need to protect and coddle.  

?I nae understand what ye be meaning Milady. Father?s are notorious for treating even their adult daughters as if they were still in leading strings.?

That brought laughter falling softly from the dark haired woman and she gave a slow nod. ?Aye, that is true. Though there are some that might think otherwise considering our family?s rather over blown reputation.? A brow arching just a touch then as Fiona paused to take a small sip of the sweet wine. ?I am glad ye do understand however. I simply wanted to ensure that by my comment.?

?I am sure ye know about my own father, Fiona. Tis? certain he is nae pure by any standards but still has a very different ideal for my own behavior that is nae anything like his own.? A dry smile touched Sorcha?s pale features for a moment, for that attitude was one of the reasons she didn?t like to spend much time in his company.

?Aye, I know Lord Dramman. He be typical of his kind in some aspects but nae as bad as most in the service of country.? She also knew that any involved in the abduction of his daughter had been tore apart in to many pieces. Dramman had showed no mercy until every last one of them was brutally slaughtered and knew Lucius?s reaction to such treatment to either of his children would be much the same. Of course she suspected the young woman seated across from her wasn?t aware of that but felt it wasn?t her place to disclose it.

Soon enough her sharp ears caught the sound of their arrival, Lucius?s growling mutters about bloody politicians bringing a faint smile to Fiona?s rose pale lips. ?I believe they be back Sorcha.?

The young woman looked up from her inspections of the maps spread about the large table and nodded silently. She had heard them returning, the shouts having echoed across the camp.
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