Betrayal

Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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OOC - Author's Notes:

This story follows directly from the preceding tale "A Marketplace Mystery", as the fellowship is roused the next morning in a flurry of commotion by the market...

The story continues in the chronicle: "Where Webs Whisper"...

Glancing at Linta, Tornimrad patted her desk, inviting the bird to hop through her window and onto it, the motion of the goshawk scattering a few papers. She looked slightly battered, as if she had met another foe, but the tube with the correspondence seemed intact.

She drew the letters coiled up tightly from inside and stroked the lacy feathers of the bird’s chest.

(Live RP) “The Road We Rebuild”

OOC: Author's Notes
Status: Complete - Part I contains 5 entries (5/5). See the next part for the continuation.

 It’s a cool night of the warmer time of year, a gentle breeze lapping at the locks of straw like hair drooping lazily down from Stitches’s head. As his crown of hair plays with the wind, he runs a brush through the tail of his trusted steed. The black Clydesdale whinnies at him, and protests the use of the brush on such an insignificant area! Stitches sighs but is coerced to move the brush up to Bread’s top mane, long and unkempt.