Dubhaine Family/Aibhlidhn/Roleplays/2019/December
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| Fame | 40 |
| Wealth | 19485 |
| Home Region | Ashforth |
| Home World | East Continent |
1st December
Summer Day - Mhed
Esotheria
Unsure Esotheria entered the door to the reavers rest guildhouse in tepmona. ALL arround her looked old, not decrepid or forsaken but antiquated. Could this be the place her Great Aunt dulcinea spoke about when she told of her adventures during the first daemon war on beluaterra?
2nd December
Summer Day - Mhed
Esotheria
A dirty looking hobo knocks at the door of the servants, servants quarters. I have a message for her majesty Aibhlidhn.
Lady,
You may not remember me, I am just a vagrant on your land thankful for Bounties awarded for slaying evil creatures. My great aunt Dulcinea was here during the first daemon invasion, she was the first adventurer member of the reavers rest or whatever was in its place in those days. I have one relative on these isles and although she is of noble Blood and I am not we grew up together and we sometimes write letters.
She sent me a most disturbing message about a daimonoc bloodcult that sprang from Nova and is rumored to hit your shores with destruction in its wake. They are rumored to drink blood and for some of them to be if ancient age. I fear they may be hard to stop but they have their weaknesses none the less.
Yours,Esotheria of Ibkadesh
Aibhlidhn Dubhaine
By means known only to Aibhlidhn and a few of her select intimates, a message winged its way from her hunting lodge in Tepmona to the keep of Mhed. She was sat in a private chamber contemplating a map of the Five Duchies when a tall servant dressed in sombre livery entered.
"A message ma'am," Djieves discretely cleared his throat, "From Tepmona."
Aibhlidhn looked up from the carefully arranged wooden figures each posed as a warrior in the fray and decorated in the colours of a great house bearing the matching knightly crest. She extended her hand to accept the rolled parchment, opening it to reveal writing in a subtle script. The news within made sense of other reports which had reached her earlier in the day, tales of sea raiders making landfall in Marpii and disturbing the Queen's Peace.
Lady,
You may not remember me, I am just a vagrant on your land thankful for Bounties awarded for slaying evil creatures. My great aunt Dulcinea was here during the first daemon invasion, she was the first adventurer member of the reavers rest or whatever was in its place in those days. I have one relative on these isles and although she is of noble Blood and I am not we grew up together and we sometimes write letters.
She sent me a most disturbing message about a daimonoc bloodcult that sprang from Nova and is rumored to hit your shores with destruction in its wake. They are rumored to drink blood and for some of them to be if ancient age. I fear they may be hard to stop but they have their weaknesses none the less.
Yours,
Esotheria of Ibkadesh
"Inform Tepmona to provide Mistress Esotheria with fine lodging and food. Perhaps one day we'll have the pleasure of seeing her attain rank befitting her talents and not her birth but for now be sure she knows she enjoys her Queen's favour."
11th December
Summer Day - Jyl
Dancer Rea
Kell, shortly before Sunrise.
"They are moving in, Sir."
Dancer paced his tent, nearly wearing a trench into the dirt.
"And Dame Gilly?"
"Left an hour past, Sir."
He could feel the familiar anger rising up, and his mouth already tasted of copper. Two hundred well equipped men, more then enough to take a few weak Grehkians.
"Dan. You cannot die, because I need you as much as you need me."
Anyte's words echoed though his head, their conversation from several days ago throwing a bucket of proverbial water over his head. He narrowed his eyes at his captain, and gritted his teeth.
"So be it, move out to Junohep."
16th December
Summer Day Bil Havil
Outo Olavi Cosula
OO was on his camp swearing...
"Attack or not to attack that is the question...."
Suddenly one of his officers hopped in:
"General, there is Thalmarkin noble here at Bil Havil, looks like she is Margravien of Sandefur, Lady Madeleine!"
OO said, "send few men to give her some good Agyrian ale and MHedian wine and tell her, she is most welcomed to visit our camp, we will not harm her!"
after that OO mumbled... "For the second i thought Thalmarkin would have attacked here... that would have been something..."
