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 Post subject: Re: The Waning Days of King Valacar
PostPosted: May 14th, 2018, 12:44 pm 
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Rie-Zunic, startled by the knock on the door did well to keep his composure. Mostly. Once he heard the voice of the Shieldmaiden he sighed and hurried over to the door. This night had seen enough troubles without one more. He yanked the door open, reached out to grab the shieldmaiden's arm, and pulled her in. The door clicked softly behind her not seconds later and Rie-Zunic looked her in the eye.

"We must be silent!" he said urgently, his voice low but stringent. "We have reason to believe that this kidnapping may have high level people involved. Until Amarwen is safe at the palace, we can not afford anyone else knowing her location."

Helda seemed to eye him questioningly, then looked to Amarwen. Amarwen said nothing but her gaze attempted to confirm Rie-Zunic's words.

Almara, still calm in face, stepped forward to the door. "We need to go. Who ever is behind this kidnapping will only find us all the easier as light comes."


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 Post subject: Re: The Waning Days of King Valacar
PostPosted: May 14th, 2018, 9:19 pm 
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Helda's sword bumped off her leg as they walked streets still quiet in this early hour. It annoyed her when it did that but there was nothing to be done until she could replace the tether that secured it. In any case, the bounce of her sword was hardly as annoying as her unanswered questions.

There was nary a soul to be seen. If indeed those behind the attack were powerful, surely they'd be taking measures to silence any that might expose them. Particularly if they were so bold as to attack their target in the palace itself.

Why would Amarwen be voluntarily returning to the palace? One look at the aristocrat confirmed she did not wish to. Not in truth. She walked as if a woman condemned but why she'd squander the opportunity presented by this attack was beyond Helda. No one, however, was inclined to speak and so they made their way back to the palace in silence.

As soon as they were sighted at the palace gates a shout went up. Guards converged and it was not long before Amarwen was whisked away. Helda watched the noblewoman twist about to look back at them. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and echoed on the face of the young man Rhinnin had arrested earlier that night was an expression of inestimable sorrow. Amarwen vanished from sight, swallowed whole by the palace.


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 Post subject: Re: The Waning Days of King Valacar
PostPosted: May 16th, 2018, 12:46 pm 
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The event happened so quickly that Almara hardly had time to process things. She almost wanted to rethink their position. Should Amarwen really return? The look on her face... in her eyes. That was a look she herself knew all too well. A look she swore she would never see through again. A look her eyes never wished to return towards. Seeing Amarwen like that, it only brought back the harsh reality of the man who stood next to her, and their history. She didn't care for the guildsmen's plan to usurp the throne, but she couldn't argue with their logic. The bloodlines were weakened when mixed. It was a simple fact. Now... seeing this. She was all the more certain that her questions as to the crown were legitimate. Would they force this young woman? Against her will?

"This is wrong..." Almara said softly, under her breath.

She was quickly silenced by Rie-Zunic as the captain of the guards approached. They would no doubt have to give a full accounting of their stories. Hopefully they all had things straight.

"Rie-Zunic!" the man called. "Seems there is no small confusion to this night." The man sighed and shook his head. "I'll need a statement from each one of you, separately."

"Of course," Rie-Zunic said with a salute. "I can go first."

The man nodded and took Rie-Zunic aside. Rie-Zunic gave his account, and soon the man was back for the next. Once they had all given their accounts, the man gave nothing away as to his opinion, but he did tell them, "Be sure none of you leave the city until this is all over and done. We may have more questions."

Rie-Zunic gave a weary nod as the man walked away.

"We should have clarified better on our stories," Almara stated. "He suspects something."

"You don't know that," Rie- Zunic countered. "It's standard to be sure no witnesses leave the city until the matter is settled."

"I could see it in his eyes Rie," Almara came back. "It's only a matter of time before we are all called to come... Answer More Questions. The next time... we may not be allowed to leave the palace at all."


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 Post subject: Re: The Waning Days of King Valacar
PostPosted: May 20th, 2018, 9:25 pm 
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The Captain of the Palace Guard stared at the reports before him. Three pieces of parchment, each containing the accounts of three different individuals. The longest of these came from one of his own. A senior officer, Rie-Zunic had mastered the art of giving a report and it showed. Crisp detail, thorough accounting. One possible slip, in that he had not escorted the Lady immediately back to the palace, but that was understandable. Perhaps.

Shuffling this report aside, the Captain considered the next two side by side. One came from a woman who identified herself as hailing from Pelargir. She went by the name of Almara. The other came from the son of Lord Calimir himself. Another from Pelargir. Their reports, by contrast, were brief. Almara confirmed that she had been taken with the Lady in the attack. She said that she did not see those responsible. That warranted further inquiry, he thought. Halvarin's involvment was more by happenchance. Glancing coincidence, if he believed in such things still. But, were it not convenience then the line of investigation it suggested was fraught with peril. Investigating Lord Calimir's son for involvement in such a serious incident as this would make the sort of waves that could drown a man.

Almara claimed that the attack took place within the palace. Under his nose, as it were, though she'd not made such a statement. He’d viewed the supposed location for himself and still he could not understand how it had been done. If his men were lazy, he might understand it, but he knew very well that they were not. They were skilled, diligent and vigilant and yet not a one had seen nor heard anything amiss. Boots in the hall outside his door lifted his gaze to find Prince Ornedil in his door. The Captain blinked, not sure if he should trust his stinging eyes, but the prince was still there.

”The arrests have been made,” Ornedil declared, “The Captain, his First Officer and the Master At Arms. The Guild Chapterhouse is cooperating in full with the investigation underway.”

The captain looked down, briefly, to the reports on his desk, ”And Lord Therald?”

“I am sure he is most anxious to see his daughter,”
the prince replied, ”Have him released immediately.”

”I’ll see to it personally, m’Lord,”
the Captain replied and looked up to the prince. Ornedil nodded to him and withdrew without anything further. He looked down to the reports again. There was something there. He knew it. He just needed to find it. Right after he liberated a ropable noble from his cell.


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Therald’s mind was a blur as he hurried through the palace. He almost collided with one of the palace’s healers as he gained his daughter’s apartments. The presence of a healer only propelled Therald through the door like a plummeting hare. There, warmly wrapped and looking so very wan was his only child. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw him and the next he knew his daughter was in his arms. She clung to him, trembling, in such a way as to remind him of the time he had saved her years ago from a treacherous, powerful riptide off Edhellond’s shore.

Amarwen buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him as if she were that child still. There was silence for a long while before Therald eased his only child back into the chair he had found her in.

“It is not safe here,” she told him in a fearful whisper, her grey eyes distraught, ”Please, do not leave me here. I do not know what will become of me if you do. Please, Adda, take me with you!”

“Hush,”
he said as tears spilled free and he pulled her to him again. He held his daughter in his arms and gently rocked her.

Princess Farien drew back as she took in this scene. Yes, it was touching to see the tenderness with which the Lord of Edhellond embraced his daughter. But, more to the point, what made more of an impact was the way in which his daughter used circumstances to her favour. Young though she was, and assuredly sheltered in that oceanic alcove far from anything remotely important, Edhellond’s scion was not to be underestimated. This was an error Farien would not make twice.


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Down amongst the rushes that lined the shallows of the river bank a scuffle broke out. Growling imprecations and curses, Old Nan was forced to wade in and separate the combatants. Two girls, old enough to know better, spat and hissed at each other over what a pile of sodden, muddy rags.

”I saw it first! It’s mine!”

“Shouldda swum out and fetched it then!”


Old Nan gave both girls a twist of their earlobes, driving shrieks from the owners of each.

”If you’ve time to squabble over rags what washed up from the river, you’ve time to fetch fresh reeds for me floor!”

She twisted their earlobes again for good measure, planted a foot on the rags and pushed the girls away as hard as her ageing bones allowed. The two girls, her daughter’s ken but hers after the last winter took their mam from them, continued to grumble as they loped away. Old Nan knew this would not be the last of it. Once the girls had gone beyond earshot and she could be confident, Old Nan removed her foot from the rags and pulled them up.

Wasn’t uncommon for the river to deposit detritus amongst the rushes from time to time but never a bundle as significant as…the old woman paused as she unplucked the sodden folds. Not rags but a dress. A fine one at that, what’s more. Laced at the back…a noblewoman’s dress. As if the fine embroidery and fabric weren’t proof enough. Picked out in scarlet thread were tiny leaping stags over what was probably a lovely shade of gold linen once it dried. Old Nan didn’t know House colours aside from that nobles had them. Next time she went up to market, she’d keep her eyes peeled.


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 Post subject: Re: The Waning Days of King Valacar
PostPosted: Yesterday, 4:57 pm 
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Calimir had set order to the docks and gave authority for ships to leave once again. He would face the King for his decision, and so he walked back over the bridge, wondering where in the chaos Amarwen was, and for that matter, his son. When he arrived at the Guildhouse, he was met with armed Guildsmen standing at the steps. He paused and asked one of them,

”What happened here?”

A guard was about to answer when Girdean came out the door and said.

”There you are sir. We were worried something may have happened to you.”

“No, nothing that a calm head and some direction couldn’t sort out. Why are guards standing watch?”


Girdean looked around at the quietness of the city and said,

”There was a raid. Four of the Rhovanion shieldmaidens came in and tore up the place. The night guards managed to retreat behind some heavy doors. They couldn’t break in and eventually they left.”

“Rohvanion shieldmaidens? Eldacar’s?”

“Yes, the two who look alike, the one with darker hair, and one with red hair. They were quite angry.”


Calimir squinted as his hand came to his chin. Was this sanctioned by Prince Eldacar? Has he learned of his wife’s indiscretions with him? He needed to go see the King immediately.


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 Post subject: Re: The Waning Days of King Valacar
PostPosted: Yesterday, 11:16 pm 
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Lord Therald's boots creaked as he strode for the palace gates. He needed air to think. What was he to do? Perhaps it was best to bring Amarwen back home to Edhellond, though he suspected by now even that was likely too little too late. In seeking to protect her and their people, it seemed to him that they had only brought still greater peril.

She was, for now, safe. Tucked into a warm bed, resting and secure. He'd closed the doors to her bedchamber himself and seen the two Shieldmaidens assigned to her security detail. Considering the palace guard had failed to prevent this vicious attack, Therald was more than a little pleased that his daughter's protection had not been returned to their keeping. Though, it had been one of their number responsible for her return. He couldn't remember the officer's name now but Therald knew he'd have to thank the man himself. The young woman that had placed second in the archery had been caught up in this too. She was owed recompense, he thought, and if the crown did not see to it then Edhellond would.

Head bowed, Therald trudged for the gates only to espy a familiar face.

"Halvarin!" Therald hailed the young man but he did not turn about. His attention was fixed elsewhere and Therald looked to sight a second familiar face. Calimir took in the presence of his son and Therald in swift order.

Lounging against a wall watching all of this was a flame haired Rhovanion woman.


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