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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | It had been a quiet stay in Port Raviel. Sorsha had wanted to speak with the Queen but she had gotten the terrible news that she was injured. Therefore she decided to wait a bit.
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| − | She was returning from the nearest recruitment center back to her quarters but stopped on the way when she noticed porcelain dolls in a small kiosk. A small smile formed on her lips and she picked one up. A memory of her past returned and she lowered it slowly, trying to avoid the thought altogether.
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| − | Continuing on her way, she was about to enter through the door when a scribe appeared. At the amount of letters he had, her eyes grew slightly bigger and she frowned. “I was unable to find you milady,” he apologized and she waved the apology away. “You have found me now.”
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| − | He smiled politely, managing a bow and handed her the letters. She walked up to her quarters, going through them, recognizing who they were from.
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| − | She sad comfortably and began opening them one by one. Her eyebrows practically reached her hairline at the orders but she dismissed it quickly, still somehow fascinated with Count Bowie’s persona. She gave a small sniff and took a moment to reply.
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| − | She returned to the others, but the rest were threats and insults, the usual when you found yourself in a realm that was made up with very dominant and powerful figures. She had half expected to receive something personal from Mathias, but there was nothing. She swallowed, keeping her disappointment at bay. By the looks of it, he seemed quite preoccupied with other matters.
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| − | At the last line of the last missive, she stood up, the letter slipped through her fingers, and she hunched forward as one hand held the desk, keeping her from falling. Her heart squeezed in her chest and she gave a small whimper, “noo…”
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| − | She breathed erratically and tried to find moisture in her suddenly dry mouth. Without thinking, she grabbed her cloak, and was out the door. She passed by one of her men as she quickly walked out and he saluted her. She stopped in her tracks and returned. “Are you well milady?” he asked seeing her expression and she shook her head. Trying to keep her emotions in check. “Get the men prepared, I want you all on the next ship to Port Nebel,” she ordered him and he put his fist to his chest showing her he would comply with her wishes. “I will already be there,” she informed him and he saluted. “Very well.”
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| − | As she passed the busy street, she heard some voices through the crowd and slowed her steps. “Did’ya hear?” one of the peasants said excitedly nudging another. “There’s ta be a duel between that Duke Mathias and Tha Dark Count,” he cackled and another joined his laughter with glee. “Well aren’t that something I wish I can’see. M’bettin’ tha Dark Count’ll teach’im good, hear tell he won his las’un.”
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| − | The other grinned viciously, “nah, m’hafta bet on tha Duke on this’un, y’ever saw’im?” His friend shook his head and he continued, “stood’up to tha old crazy bat them use’ta call Queen. Well that’un had one hell temper a’right, imagin’him with a sword.” He nodded with a satisfied expression and Sorsha’s eyes only became rounder. She ignored the rest of the conversation and instead of walking, started to run for the ship.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Mathias Ridder'''
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| − | Mathias waited in the courtyard of the Ducal estate for Count Bowie to arrive. The past few days of heated debate had grown to the point of insults being thrown between the two men. Eventually Mathias had had too much and challenged Bowie to a duel. The day had arrived for this to happen.
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| − | Duad, Mathias second brought forth his sword and moments latter the two went at it. Mathias having taken his usual defensive fighting stance happened to be at a disadvantage. As Count Bowie moved circles around him and nearly forcing the Duke to surrender. however it became clear to Mathias that Bowie had become to confident in himself, and in the end would let his guard down. All Mathias need do was wait.
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| − | Mathias blocked slash after swing after jab until he finally saw it. Parrying Bowie's final attack Mathias got off his own attack and wounding the Count to the point of having to surrender. At which point the healers run up grabbing the Count and carried him away.
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| − | Mathias then handing his sword back to Duad walked back inside the Ducal Palace with a smile on his face.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha had finally arrived, she had managed to get through the Ducal Palace Guards who knew her, and made her way to the courtyard. She was too late, as she arrived she saw the final blow as the Count fell and gave a small gasp. She practically slunk to the ground with relief that Mathias was standing but her heart wouldn’t stop racing. She watched as the healers took away the Count and bit her lip. She was grateful Mathias was not hurt, but she had not wanted Bowie to get wounded either.
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| − | She watched as Mathias handed his sword back to Duad to continue into the Ducal Palace. In his pride and satisfaction, he had not seen her. She wanted to go to him, to speak with him but she stood her ground for the time being. She couldn’t face him so soon after their last meeting and the words shared between them. Then again… he would most likely be happy to see her, wouldn’t he? Doubt filled her and she sighed.
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| − | It was with a heavy heart that she walked away, but not before making sure the Count would be fine. She knew the guards would eventually inform the Duke of her presence, she would leave the option to see her, in his hands. Then she would know…
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| − | She made her way to the healers taking care of Bowie and asked after his state. She was informed of his minor injuries and decided to stay a bit longer to a least have a chance to speak with him before he returned home.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides'''
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| − | The Dark Count awoke in a room in the Ducal Palace. He quickly realized he was beaten and carried out by the healers. He scratched his head and noticed the wrappings around his chest and finally sensed the pain. He must have been wounded. He smiled and shook his head.
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| − | "Damn, I must have offered the wrong sacrifice to the ancestors. I knew they preferred figs over apples. Why did I eat the figs instead?"
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| − | Standing up and dressing himself, he walked out of the Castle into the streets of Port Nebel.
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| − | He was proud of himself. The past two days were the most exciting of his entire life in D'Hara. Two duels with two dukes in two days. Prince Sallow would be very impressed, and Bowie knew the divine icon chose the right candidate to be his successor.
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| − | His mission was never clearer. The obstacles set, the objective true and the courage and resolve to succeed unflinching. The Sallowsians had a long way to go before they were rescued from their Dark Age, but they could at least trust there was someone out there chosen to save them. Some point, Bowie will fulfil his Mandate. He just needed to make everyone else realize it too.
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| − | He returned to his room in the inn to relax and heal. After having a few drinks, a great many few, he noticed the letters he missed during his recovery.
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| − | "Hmm." He thought aloud, "Looks like the realm can carry on without me."
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| − | And then he burst out laughing uncontrollably.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | When Sorsha woke it was to a very quiet and peaceful estate. She rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes and slipped out of bed. She grabbed a silk housecoat to cover her thin, soft, sleeping gown and put her feet into satin slippers. She arrived into the kitchen and smiled when the cook noticed her. He bobbed his head quickly and asked, “anything I can get for you my lady?”
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| − | She covered a yawn and smiled apologetically, “fruits and cheese please.” He smiled, happy to please and she prepared to leave the room and added as she walked the door, “have it brought out, I will be out on the balcony.”
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| − | They quickly learned that their lady enjoyed being outside as much as she could and the day was beautiful.
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| − | When she arrived outside, her servant met her with a tray of letters. “Thank you,” she said tonelessly and he left. Without even looking this time, she threw her anticipation into the wind and let it fly. It would not be who she wanted it to be from. The servant bowed lower, “as you requested my lady, word has reached me that Count Bowie has awakened and is well.”
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| − | “That’s good news at least,” she said as he left. Her food was brought out and she began reading her letters.
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| − | '''Letter from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Duke Bowie,
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| − | I am glad to hear that you are well at last. I waited for an opportunity to speak with you, but I was turned away by your healer. Before you leave Port Nebel, I would like to extend an invitation for you to join me at my estate. This time there shall be no carriage to bring our conversation to an end, and I would very much like to speak with you again.
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| − | The invitation is yours, take it as you will, if not today, then perhaps a later time.
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| − | Respectfully,
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| − | Sorsha McDowell (Dame of Port Nebel)
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