Rea Family/Dancer/First Kiss
Letter from Ambrose Peregrine | |
Dear Dancer,
I think you just lied again. Because I know for a fact that whatever I personally say will not stop your realm's premediated aggression.
You just keep constructing these weird lies that Grehkia somehow provoked you to attack us. And the blame is on me personally now?
Next you will claim you are fighting a defensive war, as you always do. Looking forward to it.
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Ambrose Peregrine |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Cold, clear rage flowed through him, filling his mind with a singular goal. If Ambrose Peregrine wanted to call him a Liar, he would have to do it to his face. Grehkia had hurt his home, twice now. First, they had helped eradicate his Brothers, and now, they had attacked his Kin. He tossed his things from his desk, and dug though the crates littering his study. He'd just started to unpack his things when the letter had come. They had personally attacked him, and lied about his Princess, and now they called him a liar. He slammed quill and pot on his desk, paper following close behind. He couldn't burn Kell for long, not without some help, or the Grehkian army otherwise occupied. Furiously, he scribbled, parchment after parchment filling with calls to arms. In less then a half hour, he had them all ready, eight letters, tucked in envelops, ready to be sealed. One by one, he dropped wax onto them, and pressed his signet ring into the warm lumps. Kell would burn, and its peasants slaughtered, the old way. He would personally drag Ambrose to the stake, and light the flame. Suffer not the Liars to live. | |
Dancer Rea |
Letter from Anyte Luitolf | |
Dan,
Would you really trouble yourself over a petty little man like Ambrose? Would you not rather stay where, with me? There are those out there that will take care of him. You don't need to do everything yourself. That is why you have failed in the past. Try a new path. Rely on your friends and allies. Trust us. Come back to me in The Bathory. Let the army take care of the sniveling brats of the south.
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Dancer made his way down the road to the Bathory proper. The Courts were only a few blocks away, no doubt built that way for a purpose. A pair of bathory maidens stood at attention at the doorway, eyes tracking him slowly.
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Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
Anyte sat in her private study, in the back of her keep, going over the letters of the day. There were several, and her eyes were starting to glaze over. When she looked in the mirror, she swore she could see the normal vibrant green slowly being drained of color to a dull grey.
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
The sour maiden returned quickly, expression even more distasteful. "She'll see you, follow me." Dancer followed, silently. Through the gate, then past many buildings, all manner of peasants walking around. Dancer recognized several different clothing styles, many from realms hundreds of miles away. The cobblestone road went straight up to a large stone keep, a small bridge traversing the scarp about halfway up. It didn't take long before they walked through the door of the keep. As the temperature dropped in the shadow of the castle, Dancer felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Several twisting corridors later, they came to a normal looking wood door that stood slightly ajar, and the maiden knocked, business like. "My Lady, the knight for you." | |
Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
She waited, unamusedly, for the maiden to return. It was quite obvious from her demeanor that she was not wanting company, and a knight from a minor noble family would likely be more a nuisance than anything. "Sometimes I think it will be better if we just got rid of all the nobles be me and those I choose it would be so much better," She sighed, wondering aloud when the door opened once more. Through the maiden walked in, "The knight, mistress."
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Of course she had been busy at her desk. She'd always been busy with her work, papers going in and out of her office every few minutes some days. When she'd looked up, and saw him, her face had brightened from a scowl in nearly in instant. Dan had tried to get a word out, to tell her he was leaving, but the words caught in his throat, unwilling to ruin her excitement.
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Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
Things were good, for a moment. She felt that she had finally gotten through to him. That she had finally cracked his outer shell. Perhaps even gotten to a side of him that she knew was there but he never showed. The side that had cared more than mere words, but was his true feelings. He had called her his love in the Men Down Unger that night, this she remembered. This was when she realized there was more. Then she heard the words he intended to speak.
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Anyte Luitolf |