death

   What is this? Pheili clearly lives, I have sent Captain Thorbeck, and a young charge, to find and bring him to me.

To say Rickstan was surprised would have been a great understatement, the last thing he expected this evening was to come face to face with his "Father". Today he had passed an usual day, sharing a drink or two with a friend, sorting a stupid fight, teased by Ellae. The last thing he expected as he stood in the back rooms to the Inn was to see the face of the man he had for so long despised and hated. 

I am ill.

I have been bedridden for the last few weeks, my body wracked with disease.  It seems there is nothing the healers can do, besides identify the cause.

It is poison.

The wind whipped her loose hair into her face, nearly obscuring her view of the ocean before her. It tugged at her skirts, trying to pull her back from the edge of the cliff that she was slowly approaching. She stopped only when her toes could curl and grasp the lip of the precipice. And there she stood, in nothing more than a shift, watching the distant horizon with a gaze so blue that the sea and sky might have been called mere imitations of that fine color.

(A compilation of small interactions between Rilanu and his... "Sister")

- "Hey Ril, why do you hate the rich people in town?"

"Because... they're no good sis, you've seen 'em always pushin' us little folk around, never giving even scraps to us here in the Alley... oh come on you know why more than most why're you askin' me?!"

*Giggles* "Just cuz"

"Yeah yeah, now go to sleep ya wee devil you..."

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Anadryt had had no more choice but to leave. The order was clear and Éofor had started to gather the men. He had had less than ten minutes to find Rhianonn and tell her he was leaving Harwick to an encampment on the East Wall. He had ran from the stables to the barracks but she was not there. He had looked out of the window to see his Éored leaving through the south gate. Without thinking, he had taken the Captain's quill and had left her a quick message on her bed.

1 Year, 3 months earlier -

It seems as though I was wrong to not blame Lady Hughes for the actions of Osdegul, the Lieutenant of her Mercenaries, and now 'tis too late for me to save those she has murdered.  If only I had acted sooner, If I had arrested her, then Kerl might still be alive.

But I didn't

I was a fool.

I trusted her.

And when Hector Worthenine, leader of her band of mercenaries, attacked Sir Kerl and Milada outside the Prancing Pony, the doubts began to creep back in.  

Today, it had to be today...I walked into the pub. Expecting a few drinks then return to see my love, but oh no. It didn't turn out that way. As soon as I walked in Robynwen found me, telling me that her idiotic uncle, Damric, was being attacked.