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| − | '''Roleplay from Alec McDowell'''
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| − | Alec rubbed the sleep from his eyes and surveyed his camp. He passed his hand through his shortened hair making it spike up the top. He really didn’t care what he looked like this morning, he was just dead tired. First he spent most of his night worrying about his cousin. She had given him no real cause for worry but he simply couldn’t let it go. Maybe his body was trying to tell him something. He had replaced one worry for another. It was like just when you thought you could stop worrying about one thing, a new different type of worry came along and you found yourself yearning for the first one again because deep down you knew you had made it through it once, what was another? His brows bunched down at that thought and he chuckled at his logic, before he thought it through it had made some weird kind of sense.
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| − | After that his dreams had turned pleasant in a haunting sense. They had filled with a vision of a petite brunette with deep moss colored eyes. The woman he had seen for a brief moment a few weeks back but never really met. The beautiful angel had started to frequent his dreams and daily thoughts with tenacity. It had been sporadic at first but now he found himself going back to her memory when he needed a moment of peace… as if his soul was drawn and thirst for more in a way he couldn’t explain. How could such a small encounter create such a powerful call within him? But no matter, he was like a moth to a flame, her eyes and face called out to him, beckoning. He couldn’t recall much else only that when he woke he felt empty.
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| − | He cracked a tired yawn and walked forward. The air was chilly filled with dampness and he rubbed his arms to warm up. He eyed the remainder of his men sadly. Ten of them had not made it through the last battle and he solemnly thought of the letters he would send their families. He swallowed the lump of guilt in his throat and smiled to the rest as they noticed him, giving them courage.
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| − | As he passed the last man, something made him look up and he stopped in his tracks all thoughts evaporating. A small distance before him stood the angel from his dreams. He would have recognized her anywhere. She was obviously preoccupied with her horse but his attention was drawn to a slight limp in her walk and his stomach felt like it bottomed out. It all happened so quickly yet he remembered every movement as if everything had slowed to a crawl. Someone approached her, they spoke briefly, she nodded and the man saluted. He couldn’t pull his gaze or mind away from the fact that she seemed injured.
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| − | At that moment he wanted nothing but to approach her, but someone touched his shoulder, stealing his attention. “Sir, what are we to do?” one of his men asked quietly and Alec squinted as he recalled the question in his hazed mind, formulating an answer. “We’re staying here for now until we receive new orders,” he finally said and his man nodded.
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| − | When Alec looked back to his angel, she wasn’t there. He looked up and down the area but she had disappeared into thin air. “Oh c’mon,” he mumbled and passed both hands in his hair with frustration. “Am I still dreaming?” he asked no one and looked to his man whose eyebrow rose quizzically.
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| − | “Never…mind,” Alec answered with resignation and returned back the way he came.
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| − | Isabel had returned to the battlefield at sunrise with what had remained of her unit. That morning had been gruesome. She had made an oath to her men the first time she ever got to lead them. No one was to be left behind on the battlefield. Alive or dead. If they died at her command the least she could do was to give them a proper burial. It wasn’t an easily done task but required. She had an oath to uphold but her stomach sometimes felt it was too much to bear. Going through the fields looking for the mutilated bodies of her brothers in arms was a little more than she could handle. Being so young and still inexperienced in battle didn’t help her with such gruesome task.
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| − | This morning she had returned there to help but there wasn’t much she could do but keep them company and oversee the removal of the bodies since she had been wounded just two days before. After the soldiers were buried she returned to her tent to inform their families and give them what little comfort she could by expressing her deepest appreciation for all their efforts and bravery under her command.
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| − | Upon finishing she decided to take a ride through the camps nearby to try and forget the events of that morning; to try and keep her mind busy. Getting on her horse turned out to be another task due to her wound on her right leg, an arrow had found its way there with much enthusiasm and determination. She usually didn’t swear but the profanities that came out of her mouth at that moment weren’t very ladylike. She was healing now but her limp was obvious. She decided against her healer’s advice and rode anyway. Keeping her horse at a walking pace so she wouldn’t have to put much effort into it, she approached the neighboring camps.
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| − | Isabel got off her horse and walked for a bit thinking about her new friend that she hadn't met yet, Sir Alec, worried she hadn’t heard from him in a couple of weeks and wondered if he was safe. Then another knight came to mind. Whenever her mind wandered his presence was a constant. She couldn’t forget his face and the sad look he had in his eyes that night she had seen him for the first time at the bar. She had never seen someone so...enigmatic. He had an easygoing appearance and demeanor it seemed, but that night he was having trouble being just that. The minute he had looked into her eyes she had felt an unexplainable attraction. Something she had never felt before. She couldn’t explain it and that alone was something she felt drawn to. <i>What was it about him that had such an effect?</i> After that night she constantly thought of him, of his hazel eyes, and perfect features and regretted not having introduced herself. Since then this mysterious knight had become an obsession.
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| − | Isabel felt a gaze upon her and looked around, her eyes catching the object of her obsession at a distance. He was looking away busy with his captain and didn’t notice her. He looked a bit out of himself, unshaved, clothes in disarray, hair disheveled but she found it cute and that made her smile.
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| − | Her own captain called out to her and she turned to see what needed her attention. New orders had arrived and she was to leave immediately. She dismissed her captain and got up on her horse with sacrifice. She looked in his direction one last time to try and catch his attention but he was still busy. She was torn between leaving and taking the time to say hello. At that moment her leg started bleeding again from the strain of riding and walking. She groaned and mumbled something about not being lucky or the Gods not liking her and rode back to camp to tend her wound and duties with her heart and mind complaining about another missed chance.
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| − | '''Letter from Alec McDowell'''
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| − | Lady Isabel,
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| − | What news of you? I am glad your injuries were not too crippling and you are back on your feet.
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| − | You speak of battles and inexperience as if they were quite unattainable, I believe that isn’t the case, it will come all too quickly. What you need is one good battle of an enormous scale and believe you me, your thoughts will revert quickly to, why me? Hahaha.
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| − | Experience I think really doesn’t have much to do with it. Dedication, valor and heart is sufficient enough, all things you don’t get from experience but from within.
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| − | Listen to me prattle on, one would come to mistake me as an old crippled man, possibly wise even, ha all complete with melodramatic thoughts of battles past, I am so far from that it is actually hilarious. I too am not that experienced my friend but worry not about the things you have no immediate chance to affect, enjoy these moments as they will slip through your fingers quickly.
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| − | I now sit idly, waiting for new orders and will await your letter with anticipation.
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| − | Farewell and be safe,
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| − | '''Letter from Isabel Moreira'''
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| − | Sir Alec,
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| − | I'm very happy to hear from you and even happier with this great news about your cousin and you're wellbeing. I will thank the Gods tonight for hearing my prayers.
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| − | As for me I am quite busy with war affairs. I did recover well from that injury but just in this last battle I was wounded again. I guess you can say the Gods don't like me very much. I am healing now and should be fine in the next few days. No need to worry. I lost half of my unit in this battle and yes I still have trouble finding it let's say... part of the territory. Hopefully it will get easier to accept in due time.
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| − | I am quite amused by your good humor and I thank you for sharing it and your "enormous" experience in the battlefield. Hopefully we will keep on learning from each other's experiences. Whatever they may be...
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| − | My friend, I find very hard to believe you're able to sit idly anywhere even if your life depended on it. And from what I gather of your person, even then your sense of humor would get you in trouble... I believe.
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| − | I am, like you, awaiting new orders for now but me unlike yourself can't sit idly.
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| − | May the Gods protect you till then.
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| − | Your friend,
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| − | '''Letter from Alec McDowell'''
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| − | Lady Isabel,
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| − | Wounded again? You seem to have ill luck of late? I hope your injuries were not grave and that you are better now. I have to say, if we end up on the same battlefield you must allow me to stand near you so that I may protect you. It seems every arrow has your name on it. Tell me is your luck always this bad? I am not amused, neither am I trying to demean you I am simply thinking what a great task it would be to keep you safe and well. Finally my chance to be a well sung hero and savior, haha. Please for both our sakes, we will need to improve on this bad fortune of yours.
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| − | Even jesting I find it hard to even fathom the thought losing someone is not easy, even if we have never met. I believe we are friends at least and that would be…difficult.
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| − | As for your comment, yes you are absolutely correct on your assumption. Sitting idly is never a good thing where I am concerned. Good humor or not, trouble always finds me. Let’s compare it to your experience with luck. I am glad someone shares some of my wonderful traits, they are quite unique… well they were.
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| − | Farewell milady, keep an eye out for a stray arrow or sword, if not for you, for me at least.
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| − | '''Letter from Isabel Moreira'''
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| − | My friend Alec,
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| − | Thank you for the concern shown for my wellbeing. Yes, I guess you could say I have been having a run of bad luck. And as I remember I did not tell you my wound was caused by an arrow. I'm assuming you are a man of many talents and have other talents other than finding trouble, like say...psychic talents of sort?! And if so, can I ask what you foresee in my future? …haha
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| − | As for your offer of protection on the battlefield, well with my luck you'd probably end up worse than I, God forbid.
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| − | On a serious note I do share your feelings on losing someone specially a friend like you. I do hope to meet you some day and I would be honored to have you fighting by my side. With your permission, maybe I could use you as a shield? Hehehe
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| − | '''Letter from Alec McDowell'''
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| − | Lady Isabel,
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| − | I don’t know why I thought you had an arrow wound, lucky guess on my part. As for having psychic talents… no, but my sister has some incredible sense of intuition. In a fascinating sense, she dreams and sometimes they become reality, very odd and mysterious. If I were to guess, I would say, there is a tall, dark blond hair and hazeled eyed man in your near future, let’s not forget handsome. I foresee a great friendship with this man, and hopefully he will be there to protect you and carry you when you need it.
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| − | How did I do?
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| − | I’m sorry the letter is very short today, I do have some pressing matters to attend to. I will make up for it in the next one, I promise.
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| − | Farewell and be safe,
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| − | '''Letter from Isabel Moreira'''
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| − | Sir Alec,
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| − | Maybe your sister's talents are rubbing off on you. Interesting talents I may add. As for your prediction, well let's hope that good friend, tall, handsome man crosses my path. You wouldn't happen to know him would you?! Send him my way if you see him.
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| − | I visited my family just a few days ago and had a wonderful time. It's great to be able to see old friends and family. It gives you new strength to face the problems that may arise. They are all in good health and hopefully the Gods will continue keeping them safe.
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| − | I am now moving to Ashforth and I'll be expecting your letter with antecipation.
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| − | May the Gods protect you.
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| − | In friendship,
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| − | Lady Isabel,
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| − | Yes family is very important and it is good to see them healthy and well. Speaking of my sister, I received news she has been made Marchioness of Nebel, in D’hara. She also informed that within a few days she received a wedding proposal and another man has approached her to make his feelings known. I know she is old enough, but I cannot help being concerned for her innocence, some men’s intentions are not always what they seem. You do well to stay away from me my friend, I would rather you know me firsthand.
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| − | As for my cousin, apparently all is well and she is happy with the lions and her current life. That happiness is too odd for my liking it just seems somewhat out of place. My sister has informed me that she may have gotten a way to reach Sir Malcolm. If you are not aware… Malcolm and Kaylan were once a very passionate couple, so much you could hardly keep them apart. An ill fate has befallen them and they were sadly separated. I pray Sorsha’s next letter brings good news.
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| − | As for the man in your future, I guess we will never know, only time will tell. I doubt my talents are as good as my sisters, but I am also wishing you happiness if it is what you seek.
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| − | I am currently heading for Ashforth, and I hope to come home soon.
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| − | Hoping this letter finds you well, stay safe, avoid stray arrows.
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| − | Sir Alec,
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| − | It's always a pleasure to hear from you. I am glad you are doing well.
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| − | I do not agree with your statement about staying away from you due to ill intentions of men. I doubt you would have any of such intentions towards myself. I consider you a good friend and the fact you show such concern for a friend you've never even met shows me without a doubt you have a good heart.
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| − | As for your cousin Kaylan, I am sorry to hear of her misfortune. Being a woman myself and judging from what you've told me so far I would say you have a good reason for worrying about her. If a woman's behaviour doesn't seem natural, it usually means something isn't as it appears. I doubt she isn't as well and happy as she claims. Maybe your sister Sorsha will help by finding the whereabouts of her lover.
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| − | As for me...funny your warning. One could think you do have a gift to foresee the future. I'm recovering now but I was wounded again this last battle in Tabost. I told you the Gods didn't like me...
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| − | Don't worry, they can't get rid of me so easily rest assured.
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| − | I'm travelling now, slow paced but still travelling. Hopefully we will reach friendly territory soon enough and unharmed.
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| − | I will stay in touch.
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| − | Alec was once again in his tent, busy reading reports. Pushing the small chair to let the weight sit on its back legs, he was absently reading through when his eyes picked out a name among the rest. In shock he leg go of the table and his chair groaned and cracked with a late “oh no,” coming from him as he realized the inevitable result. He ended up on his back, the report held tightly between his fingers.
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| − | It wasn’t long before Alfreid came rushing inside the tent to see what the ruckus was and frowned when he found Alec on the ground staring with shock at the report in front of him. “My lord?” he inquired and Alec only then noticed the man standing there. “Gods above Alfreid,” he started to say disbelievingly, “are the Gods truly mocking me? Or does this woman seriously have a death wish?” he said and with his Captain’s help, rose.
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| − | “I asked her to do one thing, <b> one thing </b>, to be careful, to just be…” he stopped with a flabbergasted look as if not believing it again. His Captain watched with amusement, as Alec got a strange look on his face, his hair was incredibly disheveled giving the appearance of just waking, or maybe he just had. His commander had not been sleeping well lately and that comical look on his face.
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| − | All in all, Alec seemed beside himself and his Captain wanted to laugh but cleared his throat instead. “It’s like she throws herself in front of every enemy, saying here I am.” He slapped the report down and turned around, “it amazes me she even made it this far on her own?!” He wasn’t trying to be condescending, but for the love of all that was holy, could she not be careful, didn’t she realize she had men available to protect her. What was she thinking?
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| − | “Who my lord?” he asked confused, not following his train of thought. Alec grabbed the report again and pushed it an inch from the man’s nose and with his other hand he traced the name sitting there. “Right there!” he said inanimately. “Lady Isabel! If this keeps up Alfreid by the time I really meet the woman there will be nothing left of her!” he said miserably. It really sounded selfish on his part, but he was growing truly concerned for her safety.
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| − | Then out of nowhere there came a small scratching on the tent and they both stopped to look out. “Go see what that is,” he ordered trying to calm himself. He had virtually flew off the handle and that was not like him. “This won’t do,” he then said absently.
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| − | It was night, two men on horses approached a camp. As they reached it they found it deserted. The bonfire was still lit but there was no soul in sight. The two horsemen dismounted to investigate further. Out of nowhere one line of archers jumped in front of them aiming at them. The horsemen reached for their swords but immediately another line of archers appeared behind surrounding them. Seeing they were outnumbered they decided to speak up before they were mistaken for the enemy.
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| − | “I’m Samias and this is my comrade Deenavin. We’re FSR!” they claimed.
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| − | Upon hearing their claim a voice spoke from the dark. “What is your business here?”
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| − | “We’re looking for Lady Isabel Moreira.”
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| − | “Sir Alec McDowell sent us…” Samias said “but we’re to speak with her and her alone.” He stated without a thread of fear in is voice.
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| − | Isabel hearing her friend’s name, looked more carefully to their uniforms. She pushed one side of Deenavin’s cloak with her sword and saw a letter with Sir Alec’s seal. She signaled her men to put their weapons down and gave the two horsemen a lopsided grin.
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| − | “You’re welcome here. Please follow me to my tent.”
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| − | They looked at each other a bit confused only then realizing they were talking to the Lady they seeked. They followed and entering the tent Isabel offered them a seat. “You must forgive how you were welcomed but we can never be too sure about anyone’s intentions these days.” They nodded understanding her perfectly.
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| − | “So you have a letter for me?” she looked to Deenavin. He handed the letter to Samias who in turn handed it to Isabel. Before she opened it she asked her captain who had followed her to the tent as well, to have someone send some food for their guests.
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| − | A few seconds later the two horsemen were eating bread and quail. As Isabel was reading the letter Gregor was watching her facial expressions trying to satisfy his curiosity for the letter’s content. Isabel smiled and turned to them with a raised eyebrow. “As I gather, you two were sent here to protect me?!”
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| − | At that Gregor couldn’t help it and let out a small laugh. Knowing his Lady she would never accept it. Still with their mouths full they just nodded trying to keep their manners intact. “Well you’re not that good if you let yourselves be ambushed like that.” she gave them a sarcastic grin.
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| − | “It’s alright! I’m kidding. You had no way of knowing. I’m sure you’re very capable of such task or Sir Alec would not have sent you.” She said amused at their reactions and they breathed a little easier.
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| − | “Well my friends, I completely understand your Lord’s orders and I appreciate his concern but I am perfectly fine with my unit.
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| − | “No, you two are going back. Finish your food, rest if you wish to but then leave. You will also deliver a letter to your Lord.”
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| − | <i>Sir Alec,
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| − | Thank you very much for your concern and for sending your two trusty men but I cannot accept your offer. Please understand that being hurt in the battlefield is part of our….trade. No matter how careful you are sometimes it is inevitable. Also, I cannot not be responsible for their lives by keeping them around me being my bodyguards. I owe my life to my unit and if it wasn’t for them this last battle I would probably have died. However I’m still here, therefore they must be doing a good job.
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| − | Alec was about to mount Nór when he heard a horse approach from the distance. Looking over, he made out one of his the men, he had sent to Lady Isabel the previous night. When he neared Alec he slipped off his horse and gave a sharp nod of his head, handing him a letter.
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| − | Pleased, Alec took the letter and opened it, reading it quickly. After a few moments he gave a lopsided grin and shook his head. “Very predictable,” he drawled and hid the letter. “Was she terribly upset?”
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| − | “Yes, she remains courteous. You made sure to play the bumbling idiots like I told you?” he asked with a small chuckle, knowing the two men could do that very well.”
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| − | “Yes, she doesn’t suspect a thing. She was very amused we showed up like pigs to slaughter,” the other man grinned. “Then she made sure we were well taken care of until we left. Samias is still posted like you requested.”
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| − | “Good, very good” he smiled with a bit of a glint in his eyes. “Remain hidden, and make sure she stays safe. Don’t get too close mind you, respect the Lady’s privacy as if it was mine. I only want you to move if you feel there is a danger to her person. This is just an extra precaution. I chose the two of you because you are my best. I am sure the Lady is very capable, but she has the most terrible luck. I am entrusting her life in your capable hands, this is extremely important, do not fail me.”
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| − | <i>Lady Isabel,
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| − | I return this letter in friendship, you need not worry. I am not offended in any way, I am sure it was I who has offended you. I apologize I was simply trying to guarantee your safety.
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| − | Deenavin has informed me of how they were greeted and after the tale he tells me, yes you are right your men are very well trained and I am happy they serve you so loyally. I will breathe easier knowing this.
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| − | I am sure you don’t need any addition to your men, and that you are very capable indeed, again my apologies if I made it appear so, that is truly not the case.
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| − | I will ask again, only because it is the only thing I can do at this point, please be careful. </i>
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| − | '''Roleplay from Isabel Moreira'''
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| − | Isabel had just set camp when Captain Gregor appeared with a messenger to deliver a letter. She smiled when she saw who it was from and upon reading it she felt her intuition tingle. <i>Hmmmm, he took it way too easily. He's up to something. Let's wait and see.</i>
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| − | She gave the messenger a coin and sent Sir Alec a reply.
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| − | <i>Sir Alec,
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| − | Awaiting for the day we finally meet with anticipation.
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| − | May the Gods be with you (since they don't like me that much).
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| − | In friendship,
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| − | Isabel </i>
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| − | After sending the messenger on his way she turned to her Captain "Gregor, there's something I want to talk to you about..." she said cryptically. He nodded and they both entered her tent.
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