A Missive to Engale Strace
By Delia | September 18, 2013
It is my sad news to tell you that Arianna Thanos is not allowed at the Narrowhaven Academy of Arts. She is clearly imbalanced, and shows absolutely no respect to anyone. If you are capable of taming this child, and she shows the correct respect to others, and can behave like a young lady, rather than a rabid baboon, I will reconsider. As it is, I do not need this type of behaviour (flamestriking, talking back, acting up, not listening or behaving in any manner what so ever) in the Academy where there are other children. It is clearly against our rules.
I have sent her with the King to his wife, as you had requested. Good luck to you, and may the Godesses be with them.
Sincerely;
Baroness Delia Blacke
Headmistress
Narrowhaven Academy of Arts
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An Attempt to Help
By Ren | September 17, 2013
Thronna lay in bed asleep from the tea and the sleeping spell, she tossed and turned, deliriously. Her latent empathic abilities reaching out with her mind to her friends from Narrowhaven and to all the people who resided there. She felt their pain, anguish, confusion, frustration, and helplessness. She felt it in all of them not only from the ones suffering from the plague but from their loved ones as well.
Since she came to Narrowhaven, she had made friends and she came to really care about the people of the town. She wanted to help, she needed to help.
She remembered reading some pages from one of Cyreths' family Grimoires before, Cyreth caught her and took the book away. She remembered Cyreth telling her she was not ready for such strong spells or rituals. Even with knowing that the King had purchased a book with the cure in it and the mages and alchemists at the academy were working on the cure. She needed to do something to help everyone, she could feel all their despair, she could not let anyone else to die from this plague.
She tossed and turned for quite some time before Cyreth left to get the herbs for more tea, as Cyreth had also been stricken with the plague, and knew she would need to make much more.
Thronna got up from the bed, her eyes staring intently, went to the bookcase and reached behind some books to where Cyreth had put the Grimoire, she put the book on the desk and turned page after page looking for something that would help, and then she found it. A ritual of protection and healing that just might help slow down the plague long enough for the mages and alchemists to finish the cure.
She copied the ritual, put the Grimoire back and gathered the materials, candles, a dagger, herbs, a bowl, her new staff that the King had given her, two empty vials she would fill, one with dirt from the earth and one with water from the ocean. The ritual required the invocation of all of the elements, she could produce the fire and air. It also required some of her life force, but that did not matter as long as it helped everyone. She left the library in a trance, her mind thinking of nothing but completing the ritual. She went to the mountain and gathered the dirt, then to the ocean and gathered the water, then headed towards Narrowhaven.
She reached Narrowhaven in the middle of the night. she walked around the entire town, encircling it. She settled in the road near the well and the tavern. There she began the ritual.
Taking her staff she drew a casting circle in the dirt, then placed a candle in each of the four directions, then a bowl in the middle of the circle.
She walked to the east candle and lit it
I beckon thee, element of Air,
guardian so effervescent and free,
to give the gift vitality and mutability,
to help these people in their quandary.
She then walked to the south candle, lit it
I beckon thee, element of Fire,
guardian so warm and passionate,
to give the gift of power and protection
to help these people in their plight.
Then to the west candle, lit it
I beckon thee, element of Water
guardian so forceful yet tranquil
to give the gift of healing
and help these people in their dilemma.
Then to the north candle, lit it
I beckon thee, element of Earth,
guardian so rooted and so grounded
to give the gift of all life and prosperity
help these people in their predicament.
She returned to the center of the circle and knelt before the bowl.
She gently blew air into the bowl
"By the power of Air, I call thee"
Then she cast a small fireball into the bowl
"By the power of Fire, I call thee"
She then poured the vile of water into the bowl
"By the power of Water, I call thee"
She then took the vile of dirt and poured it into the bowl
"By the power of Earth, I call thee"
She then took out the dagger and cut the palm of her hand, then making a fist letting the blood drip into the bowl
"By the power of the Spirit, I call thee"
"Eternal Elements of the Universe, I call thee
I give of my lifes blood and energy.
Take them as you will to heal and protect these people."
"Protection around me, protection surround me, I call upon you to protect the people of this town.
Air, Fire, Water, Earth and Spirit. I invoke the elements of the universe.
By the twin moons, Trammel and Felucca, Protect this town and its people and keep them safe from all negativity, harm, and evil forces.
Watch out for them and embrace them. As I will it, so shall it be."
Picturing in her mind the outline of the town and all her friends that were connected to it. As she concentrated on the power of the spell, letting her life force guide the surrounding energy from the elements into her body, filling her with the purest of energies. Leaning her head back and stretching her arms out wide, she then released that energy, out of every part of her body to wash over the town and all its people.
"Healing thoughts sent in flight
bring the blessing this very night.
Send this healing energy from above
Surround my friends now in healing love. "
After finishing the ritual, she picked up the bowl, and one by one went and blew out the candles and picked them up. Still in a trance and now extremely drained of almost all her life energy and weak from the plague and the loss of blood she used in the ritual, she headed for home. She collapsed just outside in the snow.
Cyreth heard a noise outside the library, she looked out the window and saw Thronna collapse, she rushed to bring her inside. She was burning with fever and was pale. She noticed the cut on her hand and as she put Thronna to bed and bandaged her hand. She could sense that Thronna had used almost all her life energy. She said more to herself than to the unconscious Thronna, "Whatever it is you have you done young one, I hope it was worth it, as you may not make it thru this one."
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A Note Sent to Scarlet
By Astra Vandoras | September 17, 2013
I don't want to bother anyone, but I was in Narrowhaven taking a note to Fenrir and I guess I've come down with a stomach bug. I was wondering if you could come by and bring me something for it. I don't want to bother him over it as it could just be the pregnancy, and he's so busy! If you could just bring me something for the nausea and headache, I'd really appreciate it! Thank you!
Love;
Astra
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A Missive sent to King Fenrir
By Delia | September 16, 2013
We now need to search for this flower. I have copied the book to the best of my ability and given the copy to the alchemists to work from. The flower is the Rotulmina. I believe the old woman said it's found in swamps. I have included here a copy of the map from the book and the image of the flower as well, to the best of my ability. The original volume is with me, though I fear this last trip has taken too much out of me, and I am now confined to the bed again. I feel another fever coming on. I do not look forward to the dreams they bring. I wish you luck. If you have questions, Roxana is head of the Alchemy department in the Academy and working diligently upon the issue.
Baroness Delia Black
Headmistress
Narrowhaven Academy of Arts
*Included is a copied map and a well drawn image of a flower*
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[SVN 757][9/16/2013] Game Files Update!! V12
By TheGuy | September 16, 2013
UORP_Files_Full_V12.zip
- Food change: BeefHock TO RawRibs, PorkHock TO Ham, TurkeyHock TO CookedBird, Peanuts on vendor,
- Added fletching runics, carpentry runics, & tinkering runics tools to crafting vendor stones
- Added to vendor ChiliPepper, RiceSheath, Orange, & Soybean
- Added around 65 new decorative items
- Lots of decorating in and around Narrowhaven
- Added MalletAndChisel & Blowpipe to DefTinkering
- Added ruins to the map
- Froze the statics into the maps.
- Edits to a few other game files.
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A Letter Sent to Sasha Shaff
By Delia | September 14, 2013
I had that talk we had discussed. Suffice it to say I am satisfied with the response, and you have nothing to be concerned about. If you find out anything else, such as material proof, please do not hesitate to contact me again. If you have more information for me, please feel free to get a hold of me, as well, and I will look into it. Again, I am satisfied with the outcome of my discussion, and once more wish to assure you there is nothing you need fear. Thank you for your information! Any concerns are always welcomed and I am glad to look into them.
On another note, if you would like to take some classes, or are willing to teach at the Academy, I would be honoured with your presence!
Sincerely;
Baroness Delia Blacke
Headmistress
Narrowhaven Academy of Arts
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A Letter to Astra
By Scarlet | September 11, 2013
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[SVN 755][9/10/2013] Server Update
By TheGuy | September 10, 2013
- Added some 120 & 121 items to the default tailoring tool to make it easier to level up.
- Added runic smiting & tailoring tools to the reward books
- Added runic fletching tool's
- Added runic carpenters tool's
- Added runic tinkers tool's
- Added PlayerConstructed properties to BaseJewlery
- BaseTalisman, added ICraftable, ISetItem, & PlayerConstructed code
- Added to tailoring craft tool: BearMask, DeerMask, WolfMask_01, HornedTribalMask, TribalMask, SavageMask, OrcishKinMask, GoblinMask_01
- Fixed type in DefInscription2 for greater fast casting and greater fast cast recovery
- WarriorGuardian, dropped detect hidden value
- Fixed Spirit speak not healing properly
- Fixed for group inside a group bug
- Added DisguiseKit to thief npc vendors
- Disguise Kit may now only be used by Class: Thieves, Assassins, Bounty Hunters, & Swashbucklers
- Added books Magic For Laymen Volume 1, 2, & 3
- Adjusted spawnes around narrowhavne
- Removed old BOD system
- Added the leather tailoring quests!
- Added some missing code to some of the bosses, chests and tmap
- Added Book Publishing!
- Added a shard stats scrip
- Added shard stats to the help menu <-- not on live yet
- Updated the code for status.html in case we ever want to use it <-- not on live yet
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Thoughts of a Paladin
By kevin327 | September 9, 2013
He sat down at his desk, sliding the Book of Truth over a bit so he had a bit more room. He then got his quill and ink and some parchment and began to write.....
My dearest Scarlet,
I feel compelled to write you this eve. Why you might ask? well that is a good question, but I am all the same. My mind is swirling with all that it has confronted in the few weeks. I sit here baffled most the time and wonder if this isn't some deep dark dream I am in. I awake everyday though and it seems I am not. That day I arrived at the Narrowhaven bank and gazed upon a woman talking to a squirrel. The moment your eyes met mine, my heart was stolen. Then a guard showed up and request your presence at the castle right away on some matter of urgency. I was very thankful I decided to follow you for this guard led you to a cave instead of the castle, as I am sure you recall. From that moment on, after meeting the dark robed man and standing between you and him, we have not been far at all from each others side. For this I am truly thankful for every moment we have shared. They have not all been pleasant but I would trade then for nothing. Even now as my mind is confused about so much, it remains clear on how I feel about you.
My mind is very trying to deal with so much right now. I made a deal in which I lost my soul for a time, and even though it is back, I still know the dark robed man is not finished with me yet about a certain issue. Yet he has returned in need of our aid.
We were wed, and are now Duke and Duchess of Mythndale. We have a town to protect, and serve. We are busy with these matters endlessly. Building, funding, dealing with all these issues of growing this unprotected town into a great city some day. Our church is built, thanks your guidance and designing, looks absolutely amazing.
We are dealing with issues from the Narrowhaven on an issue dealing with one Neira, a necromancer which has somehow seemed to ha bent the minds of the new King and others of power. Or is it this man named Engale that for the life of me, I cannot figure out why these people follow his words. Then there is Trance, who like many of these other people of mysterious power, cant tell you something so you can understand it, but speaks in riddles and songs.
And now, just yesterday I met another robed figure, this one of the colors of which I dress. tells me to call him "Father". I know there is something dangerous about this one, as well as all the others we are dealing with, but something is different. I was not happy, as you know, of this "deal" you made with him. I truly hate this one for that, but still I cant explain how there is some type of hold on me. I am being drawn. I hear his voice, his laughter. I feel his will. At first I planned to fight him, yes, those where my first thoughts, but, once he listened to what I wanted and told me what could become..... well, I find myself drawn even more
* As he sat there writing, without thinking reached into a pouch at his side and retrieved a small amount of red powder and brought it to his nose and sniffed.*
We have so much to do my love, and yet so many issues to deal with which I fear we have not much control over. Who do we trust? It seems to me for the moment we trust no one, for it seems no one trust us. I know I can only trust one right now and that is you Scarlet. I trust you will every bit of my existence.
* Merrick then curled a small smile to his face as if he just received some good news *
So my dearest Scarlet, I am writing to you to tell you that no matter what befalls us in the upcoming days of our life together, I will be here. I will be standing at your side with my arms about you for support if needed. I will stand in front of you and guard you from anyone who disrespects you or tries to bring harm to you in any way. I care not who they are. Whether they are these dark robed, god like ones, to any man or woman or beast who stands before you and wishes you any bit of harm. I will do whatever is needed to protect you and walk by your side till we both leave this world. I know you have heard these word from my very lips before, but I felt compelled to write them to you. I want you to understand that no matter what issues arise before me, I will not waver from my course even if it mean the end for myself.
Your beauty so powerful, in one moment it steals my breath away. Yet in the very next it restores it to save my life each and every time I gaze upon thee.
From the moment I saw you
My heart was stole away
I knew this in an instant
but I dared not say
As the days slipped passed
And time went by
Walk together we did
Side by side you and I
As much darkness surrounds us
My mind can very clearly see
Meant we were to meet
And forever I will love thee
I will close this now, for the night draws late and I will bring myself to our bed and lay by your side. Just know this my beautiful wife, I love you more and more each and ever day, and I will continue for the rest of my life.
With all my love
Merrick
When he was done he took the letter and brought it down and placed it on her mirrored dresser by the rose he had got for her. He then, after readying himself for bed, quietly slid himself under the covers and held his lovely Scarlet. As he felt her warmth and listened to the rhythm of her breathing, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, even with the a haunting voice laughing and pulling at his mind.
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Endings – Adair de Clare
By Delia | September 9, 2013
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Gilded scrolls are tacked up across all of Narrowhaven's public establishments, from the Inn to the Bank, to the front gates of the King's Estate; each one written in Fenrir's slow, careful scrawl. They read as follows;
"All are invited to the cremation ceremony of our late King of Narrowhaven, Adair de Clare, known to some as the Mad King. The act of cremation was requested by his departing spirit, and will ensure that nothing foul befalls his mortal coil. Help us in silent prayer to call upon Lady Amelia Grace to ferry the Paladin Adair's soul to it's final rest. This ceremony will be done around the late evening, and I ask as your new King, Fenrir, to darken all sources of light besides candles so that the light of our former king and dearly departed friend may shine the brightest of all, lighting our way in the darkness towards better days."
Delia sat waiting in the Kings Keep. Her black-gloved hands were folded on her lap, primly, and her face was covered in a black veil. They were the only addition to her normally dark wardrobe, though she chose to put on her formal robes, rather than a dress. It just seemed fitting. However, her mourning garb belied her true feelings. Having mourned already for Adair long before she had found out about his death, and having spent her time with him since his demise, there really was only a body to be buried - a simple formality that would allow his spirit peace, perhaps, but definitely keep both it, and the corpse, from the hands of those who might decide to abuse it. She had no idea how Fenrir (or Scarlet) had obtained the corpse, she was only grateful it had happened. Therefore, for her it was more of a celebration, and it was only for appearances that she donned her drab outfit.
She was soon joined in the small room by a man she hadn't remembered, but who clearly had remembered her; one Engale. He was pleasant enough, but persisted in questions which she had little interest in answering. She thought, perhaps, he might be good to know better, however, once this ritual was over with. Clearly some kind of magi, and quite her senior, she was certain she could learn more from him, and perhaps he might be interested in joining the Academy as a teacher, if his prerequisites fit her design.
Fenrir finally arrived, as well, though upset about something to do with some evil entity. Evil entities - they were all around, constantly butting their heads into everything that normal people wished to accomplish. Dreary, she thought. She decided they should speak of this after the funeral. She might be able to help.
As the new king escorted them from the building, others were met along the way. A nice looking man by the name of Vurn was requisitioned to help Delia create a protective circle, another was requested to gather wood, and while on their way to the site of the cremation Fenrir grabbed another girl to help Delia in her efforts. With two to help in her efforts, little effort was needed on her part, and as a crowd gathered around them, the young woman by the name of Thronna cast the circle before Vurn went about it with his protective spells. That should be good enough, Delia considered, and if something untoward were to occur she was always there to tidy things up. She was surrounded by at least three decent magi, including Engale. She had faith everything would be fine.
At last the soldiers were lined up in a row like little ducks, and guards were set with cannons. A crowd had gathered. She noted Scarlet and her new duke, Merrick. Sasha arrived to stand by Vurn. Ah, so they're a couple, Delia noted to herself. There were many others she didn't know, but apparently they were well known by some. Most notable was a man in stark black, much like herself, with long blond hair, who stood to the other side of Engale. He looked rather grim, and stern, as if displeased by this whole process. Delia thought that many would be, considering the circumstances. However, they didn't know Adair like she did. They hadn't heard him after his death speaking of what had happened, and what he hoped to achieve. Even in death, his agile mind continued plotting. She smiled a bit underneath her veil - this was why she had loved him.
Finally Fenrir arrived with the well-preserved and wrapped corpse and laid it on the pyre. After this he handed out single candles to each person who had arrived. They were lit, one by one, and everyone's attention was on the body, or on the new king. Just as Fenrir came to him with a candle, he looked across to the severe man. His eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped, "El-Elmore? Is that you?"
The man named Elmore appeared uncertain how to react, "Aye Fenrir. Tis I. I'm to understand you're now my King?"
"You-you've been gone for so long!" Fenrir appeared excited, however Engale brought him back to task, and he turned towards the crowd, giving instructions to the guards before heading back to Adair's body. Finally he was ready to begin, "My friends, fellow townsfolk, I have summoned you all here this evening, for the cremation of our Late King, Adair de Clare." As he continued to speak, Delia simply walked over to the corpse and laid her small hand upon it to give it a parting blessing. Tears welled in her eyes momentarily, as she knew it would be the last she would see of it. "Even though some called him a mad king, he was more wise than any of us gave him credit for."
"Mad?" Elmore spoke up, confused. Fenrir nodded a bit, looking to him, "That is not what I would call Adair myself. I would consider him the one I would trust my life with, the man who I knew had my back. And we all did, did we not?"
Delia looked up to Fenrir, thoughtfully, murmuring, "That is what they called him? I had never heard that before. I do not recall madness." Scarlet's ears picked up her words and she spoke up as well, "I do not recall either."
Fenrir went on to explain, "The opinion of a few peasants who felt they had been done wrong," Delia winced at the use of the term, "If you insulted Adair, he was not afraid to make you pay for such an insult."
"I hardly see why we would need to bring this up in such a solemn moment," Scarlet commented, indignantly. Delia looked over to her and smiled wistfully, "Because it's a part of Adair. He took his honour seriously, unlike many. He still does." Scarlet closed her mouth, presumably deciding that to add further comment would be to cause further scene.
"Which is why we have came here to cremate his remains," Fenrir continued, "There would be no other serious offence or dishonor than for the mortal remains of a Paladin to fall to the whims of evil intent.
"I had asked the town to quell the flames of their light for this moment, so that when the pyre is lit Adair's light will be the brightest of all, seen for miles across the sea. This is symbolic of his nature as a leader, a teacher, a guiding light in our lives. Many of us have gotten to where we are this day through what he has taught us. This ceremony is the least we can do, for what he has given us."
Delia smiled sadly, leaning over the wrapped face of her beloved's corpse and laid a soft kiss through her veil upon it. "It is not goodbye, Adair, my love. It is only farewell to your mortal remains. You are safe now." Then she moved from the center of the circle, away from where the fire would soon be, and took a place next to Engale.
"May you all bow your heads in silent prayer, call out to Lady Amelia Grace, ask her for her assistance in comforting Adair de Clare's spirit," the new king requested. Everyone followed suit as he lowered his head as well. "Lady Amelia Grace, please soothe the spirit of our friend and former King. May his rest be the peace he deserves. The Maker save us all." While the crowd gave silent prayer for Adair's soul, Fenrir leaned in with a torch and lit the pyre. As he did, heads came up and every candle was extinguished so that the only flames left were those rising like the sun that Adair had equated himself with - a sunrise on the sands of the beach, as if on a horizon, rising fully into fierce brightness consuming itself.
To the back of the crowd the guards and soldiers stood at attention, and their leader called out, "Attention! Bear Arms! We salute our fallen King, may he rest in peace!" Fenrir backed from the conflagration and called out, "Fire the cannons! Their echo may fade but the memory of our king never will!"
As the cannons were fired over and over, he went on, his words buried in the echoing booms, "As the mortal coil we posses fades away our spirits shall remain forever strong, I ask each of you in turn to look to your self and those you love, those you care for. We can no longer remain idle as forces muster within the world beyond our sight. Look at the faces of those you love, those you wish to protect, and ask yourself: would you be willing to give your life for them? The answer should be yes.
"Just as Adair died for what he believed in, so too, shall I, and I expect no less of those who wish to protect the Kingdom of Narrowhaven. We are here to serve. I am proud of each of you.
"I ask, any who have not approached me about a position within the Kingdom, or even about what they could do to help the Kingdom along, to please do so later. I am forever grateful, and I plan to help you along in every way I can."
The captain of the guards spoke up, "We pledge our allegiance to you Kind Fenrir!" Yet from the back of the crowd one voice rung darkly, "I'm only here for Adair, King Slayer."
Fenrir tactfully bypassed the comment, turning to others in the crowd, "You may each speak in turn, whatever you wish to say. If you wish to say nothing you need not do so. Is there no one who wishes to speak?"
Scarlet pressed her lips tightly, showing no intention upon moving forwards, simply staring at the burning flames.
Others spoke up:
Vaagnar Ironfist, "All I can say is: rest in peace."
Thronna Hlaeghym, "I did not know him, but may his spirit find eternal peace."
Gunnar Untin, "Rest in peace King Adair."
Moving his eyes from the fire, Elmore shifted his cold gaze to Fenrir, "This shouldn't have happened. If the Clerist was here, he'd have something to say. He knew Adair well." He frowned as he looked about him to all those he didn't know.
"Clerist," mused Fenrir, "How I would love to gaze upon his face again. He has been missing for longer than Methalas, but the Lord of Lies has returned, Clerist has not, and it has me worried."
Delia looked to Engale, who appeared frustrated or put off in disgust as he stated, "I won't be party to this any more," before he vanished. His comment made her wonder, as she looked back between Fenrir and this Elmore, who frowned again as he stared at Fenrir accusingly, "I know not what the Clerist would say about a demon King slayer."
"You speak as if the revelation of me being a Tiefling changes everything," the king inquired, "Does it Elmore?"
"Not for me. For your old friend, perhaps, but it matters not," he shook his head, "Two days."
"Would you have instead let the town fracture?" Fenrir inquired. "I know not what happened, only rumors," Elmore deigned, "We should speak. You owe me that. Now is not the place. My apologies to you all." He looked around at the slowly dispersing crowd. "I owe you everything," Fenrir told him, "For I only have gotten this far thanks to your aid.
The headmistress spoke up again, softly, calmly, "It is what Adair wished. He has told me as much. The Sun has set, and now the Moon rises. This is what he wished."
Elmore glanced to her, then back to Fenrir, seeming calmed by her words. He went on, "Two days ago you were bringing loot into my shop to sell. Now this. I must depart, it's too much."
"Take your time Elmore," Fenrir said, "I have made my nature known and I have given you the chance to speak against my claiming the throne, but those who still think ill of me," he turned and looked to the back row of the guard assembly, speaking to them, "I will prove to you, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that even daemons can be angels."
"Whatever," the voice spoke up again. Fenrir's icy gaze sat upon the man, "Do you have something to say lad?" The man brushed it off, "I attend the funeral of Adair, I will not make this about you."
"Am I the only one to think this is not the place nor the time for such debates?" Scarlet spoke up, looking to Fenrir and the guard, then back to the ashes, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"I will respect your desire to be here," Fenrir began, then something grabbed his attention - laughter. Wicked laughter began to peal out from just outside of the protective circle that the mages had created. It surrounded them. Fenrir stopped and his arm automatically reached over his shoulder to retrieve his weapon. Others grabbed for theirs as well, bows being notched and swords or axes withdrawn. Some were pointed towards Fenrir, himself, and he held up his hand "Stop!" His gaze searched the horizon as he explained to them, "I draw my weapon against a foe who is unseen, but presence is felt." Then he looked to the guards, "Guardsmen, fan out! If you find anything out of the ordinary sound the alarm. Make sure the citizens are escorted to their homes. You have your orders. You are dismissed!"
Scarlet looked to the fire, regretfully, shaking her head, "Such a shame. My apologies, dear King Adair, for such a ceremony."
Fenrir turned to the crowd, "You are all free to leave as you desire." A voice spoke up in the back as the rest of the mourners turned to leave, some paying their last respects as they headed home, "The king is dead! Long live the king!"
"I will gather Adair's ashes," said Fenrir, "I plan to encase them in a statue in his honor."
Scarlet wandered towards the fire as Fenrir began to kneel before it. As he spoke, she dropped something within the flames. "You got your wish my friend, but I can already hear the complaints pouring in. Some King I am to subject myself to the same laws I enforce upon others."
Scarlet murmured to herself as she turned away, "And, one day, the crimson hooded one met his soon-to-be wife... laughing."
He suddenly stood, as the last of the soldiers stood alone, staring at him accusingly. Fenrir turned to the man whom had earlier given him such problems, "Guardsman, what is your name?"
"Sigmund," the man looked up to him, Sigmund de Clare." Then as an afterthought he looked to Fenrir, firmly, "I have a job to do."
Delia, still watching the flames consume the man she had once loved, looked over sharply. She knew that name. She had just sent a letter to him informing him of the cremation. "Sigmund de Clare?" Fenrir asked, puzzled, "Adair is your father, lad?"
"My brother," the man stated, "and I have a job to do." He turned and wandered away leaving everyone stunned. Scarlet's mouth dropped open, and Fenrir looked around, "This is an interesting development. Who among us knew he had a brother? I did not know he had any family in these lands."
Smiling in wry amusement, Delia spoke up, her head tilted with interest, "I did. I had told you he was coming. Did you not remember? I wrote to him." This entire debacle had been her creation, in the end. It was a way to ensure Adair's curious brother had no way to claim the body of the king while it was missing, though true she had expected him much sooner, and this man who claimed to be him was nothing as she had expected.
"I figured his father would come, but never a brother. I don't know why I am surprised, or why he is in the Narrowhaven guard," Fenrir looked to her, equally as puzzled.
"His father is dead," she informed him, "The latter I can not answer. His brother was his only living relative." And he lives in Brittania, she thought to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Though being in the guard," she continued, "That is rather peculiar. He had said he was coming for the body. This man clearly wasn't. It may have been a ruse."
Fenrir nodded, turning to walk back towards the slowly dying pyre, "That is true." Then suddenly he stopped, and at the same time Delia looked past the pyre, past the protective circle that had been crushed by so many feet, and her eyes widened at the image she saw floating behind it. "Excuse me?" She said to the fiery, blood-hued demonic features, her gaze narrowing. Fenrir pulled back slowly, staring at it as well, "That face - I've seen it!" The only person unsurprised by the entire thing seemed to be Scarlet, who stood back simply watching.
"That looks the same face that appaered in my old home so long ago," Fenrir said to Delia, as she pulled off her gloves and the dark veil covering her non-plussed expression. "Who invited you?" She asked as she walked up fearlessly towards it, as if it were a party-crashing guest. "I doubt he needs any invitation," Scarlet quipped, amused.
"The new king is cursed!" The image stated, darkly, before vanishing before their eyes.
Delia sighed, shaking her head wearily, "Evil entities, so predictable." They always disappeared. It was one of their modus operandi, she had learned in her Defense Against Dark Arts classes. Professor Cornelius was the premier professor in all the lands in dealing with the dark arts, and her passing his courses with honours was the baroness' claim to pride. She turned to Fenrir, who appeared taken aback and quite shaken. "You know who that was?"
"No," he all but whispered, "But what if what it said is true? Last evening Methalas poured a hoard of minions 'pon me." His concern was palpable, but Delia rolled her eyes, "That does not mean you're cursed. It means whomever that is, is a jerk. Most evil entities are."
Scarlet's lips curled in dark delight, "Perhaps you are." She egged him on. The king turned to look at her in all solemnity, "I oft think the land itself is cursed. That would make me quite normal by comparison."
"He came after your soon to be wife, earlier," the duchess informed him. "I sent her home. Apparently, each time she was saying your name, he would laugh, and laugh."
Delia looked to Scarlet curiously, "Ah, so he has some affinity with Fenrir. Why?"
It was Fenrir who answered, "I do not know why. Ever since my first delve into the depths of Despise as a fledgling warrior, ever since first laying eyes 'pon him we've been at odds with each other. It feels like a game of cat and mouse."
He looked into the flames as Delia commented, thoughtfully, "Perhaps he sees you as a threat. You should destroy him."
Fenrir didn't look up as he replied, "The Lord of Lies. He often throws mobs of undeath at me. I had fought off each wave successfully in each of our meetings, till one night. It was the bottom of Despise, deep in the darkness."
"Does this being have a name?" She inquired. Knowing a being's name was a large help in gaining power over it, she knew as well. "If you have a proper name for him, I can do some research."
"He calls himself Methalas, the Lord of Lies."
"Methalas," she nodded, once, putting the name to memory, "Very well. Necromancer - is he human or demonic?"
Fenrir turned his attention back to the pyre's ashes, "What he is even I do not know. He is always robed in a crimson blood colored robe."
"Despise you say?" She further pressed. Fenrir nodded, "The very bottom of those wretched depths. Delia, you must tread carefully if you plan on going there. Even then, I would suggest that you do not do it alone. The Maker forbid if I must burn your corpse and place your ashes next to Adair's." He looked over to her in concern. But she simply smiled in amusement again, "Oh, I'd have no intention upon going alone, Fenrir. I'm rather squishy."
As she turned to retire for the night, leaving Fenrir to handle the ashes of the pyre, she looked to Vurn and Thronna, and quickly made plans to meet with them over this subject. She also planned to bring Sasha, as well as see what Engale had to say. Her mind working quickly, overcharged, she teleported back to her room at the Academy, where she sat up all night in research of demonic exorcism. Adair accompanied her by her elbow the entire night, until his form and energy faded once more.
My, how she loved him still.
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