You come in ignorance, Lisennet. How would you depart? --- &RPaward
Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2021 12:24 pm
Ely edit 22 Oct 2021:
1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.
Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o (part 1 doesn't get the bonus, note)
Total: 2 qps
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Lisennet rarely comes back for visits. The Tower had not permitted them when she was a Novice and she only rarely had time for visits as Accepted. At first she regretted it, but now she doesn't mind anymore. Sad memories and haunted visions still plague her when she comes here.
So much time has passed, her childhood friends have all grown old. She barely recognizes those that have not already passed away. Best to not dwell on it too much, she keeps reminding herself. This is a celebration. A marriage should contain laughter, drinking, music and dancing. She enjoys the music and especially the drinking. Laughter was becoming harder and dancing she had sworn off long ago.
Technically, the bride is related to her. The grandchild of her long gone sister. Marian does not know this, nobody speaks of it anymore. Lisennet is just "the aunt" now. Best for everyone to keep it that way. She's here to keep a close watch on the brother of the groom, Brando. Rumors about him have reached the White Tower and she's here to see if any of it is true. If possible to bring him in peacefully; otherwise, to analyze and report. Usually these rumors don't amount to much, but for some reason she feels this time might be different.
"Hey Aunti!" Marian said as she walks up to her at the bar and gives her an awkward hug, "Nice you could make it - we know you're so busy. You're looking great, I hope I look this young at your age" - and she doesn't know half of it. Marian rubs over her belly a bit, probably hasn't told anyone yet but the signs are clear. Luckily she's getting married tonight. "Hey Marian, I'm happy I could get here in time", Lisennet replies. Not a lie, there are worse places to be, and the ale was fine. "Looking forward to settling down?" she asked after another gulp of ale, trying to make some conversation. Marian doesn't quite hear it though, as she is already making her way to other guests. Just as well.
Looking at the gathering in silence from her corner in the bar, Lisennet couldn't help reminiscing. It had been quiet, and peaceful. As much peace as was possible for a young girl in Saldaea. She had thought she would find a husband, start a family of her own, and grow old here. With a stab of dismay, she drank another gulp of her beer, and whispered to her mug, "This is why I never visit anymore".
Suddenly she sees some movement through one of the windows. A man wearing a hood, careful to not stand out. Too careful. Looking in, their eyes lock for a second. Seeing those cold eyes again sends a shiver down her spine. "Are you alright?" the barkeep asks her "Maybe no more ale for you?", she waves away the remark with her hand, no reason to start an argument. "I'm grabbing some fresh air" she replies instead. The barkeep seems satisfied. She has never lost her composure like this before.
Those eyes. She has seen them only once before, in a place that seemed real, but was not - or so she was told. This man is real and just outside of the inn. Last time she saw him, he had caused a big slaughter. This time she is going to prevent him. Walking out the door, she is just in time to see the man turn the corner towards the barn. She stalks after him, not yet embracing the source but ready to fight when needed.
As the man with the cold eyes enters the cow barn, Lisennet embraces the source and follows into the darkness of the barn. Quickly she realises this is a mistake, a big mistake! The man had led her into a trap. She only has time to fling one fireball just before something hits her hard. The wicked knife bladed axe of the Myrddraal who had become known as Razhak hits her hard from the left. She hears something CRACK in her shoulder and is flung over to the side. Weaves of Air she can't sense hold her up, stopping her from falling to the floor. Weaves she /can/ sense slam a shield in place between her and the source, not that it matters much. The man with the cold eyes is still looking at her, while her vision is slowing becoming darker than the barn.
The only sound she can hear is the horrible rasping laugh of Razhak, and even that is fading out.
1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.
Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o (part 1 doesn't get the bonus, note)
Total: 2 qps
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Lisennet rarely comes back for visits. The Tower had not permitted them when she was a Novice and she only rarely had time for visits as Accepted. At first she regretted it, but now she doesn't mind anymore. Sad memories and haunted visions still plague her when she comes here.
So much time has passed, her childhood friends have all grown old. She barely recognizes those that have not already passed away. Best to not dwell on it too much, she keeps reminding herself. This is a celebration. A marriage should contain laughter, drinking, music and dancing. She enjoys the music and especially the drinking. Laughter was becoming harder and dancing she had sworn off long ago.
Technically, the bride is related to her. The grandchild of her long gone sister. Marian does not know this, nobody speaks of it anymore. Lisennet is just "the aunt" now. Best for everyone to keep it that way. She's here to keep a close watch on the brother of the groom, Brando. Rumors about him have reached the White Tower and she's here to see if any of it is true. If possible to bring him in peacefully; otherwise, to analyze and report. Usually these rumors don't amount to much, but for some reason she feels this time might be different.
"Hey Aunti!" Marian said as she walks up to her at the bar and gives her an awkward hug, "Nice you could make it - we know you're so busy. You're looking great, I hope I look this young at your age" - and she doesn't know half of it. Marian rubs over her belly a bit, probably hasn't told anyone yet but the signs are clear. Luckily she's getting married tonight. "Hey Marian, I'm happy I could get here in time", Lisennet replies. Not a lie, there are worse places to be, and the ale was fine. "Looking forward to settling down?" she asked after another gulp of ale, trying to make some conversation. Marian doesn't quite hear it though, as she is already making her way to other guests. Just as well.
Looking at the gathering in silence from her corner in the bar, Lisennet couldn't help reminiscing. It had been quiet, and peaceful. As much peace as was possible for a young girl in Saldaea. She had thought she would find a husband, start a family of her own, and grow old here. With a stab of dismay, she drank another gulp of her beer, and whispered to her mug, "This is why I never visit anymore".
Suddenly she sees some movement through one of the windows. A man wearing a hood, careful to not stand out. Too careful. Looking in, their eyes lock for a second. Seeing those cold eyes again sends a shiver down her spine. "Are you alright?" the barkeep asks her "Maybe no more ale for you?", she waves away the remark with her hand, no reason to start an argument. "I'm grabbing some fresh air" she replies instead. The barkeep seems satisfied. She has never lost her composure like this before.
Those eyes. She has seen them only once before, in a place that seemed real, but was not - or so she was told. This man is real and just outside of the inn. Last time she saw him, he had caused a big slaughter. This time she is going to prevent him. Walking out the door, she is just in time to see the man turn the corner towards the barn. She stalks after him, not yet embracing the source but ready to fight when needed.
As the man with the cold eyes enters the cow barn, Lisennet embraces the source and follows into the darkness of the barn. Quickly she realises this is a mistake, a big mistake! The man had led her into a trap. She only has time to fling one fireball just before something hits her hard. The wicked knife bladed axe of the Myrddraal who had become known as Razhak hits her hard from the left. She hears something CRACK in her shoulder and is flung over to the side. Weaves of Air she can't sense hold her up, stopping her from falling to the floor. Weaves she /can/ sense slam a shield in place between her and the source, not that it matters much. The man with the cold eyes is still looking at her, while her vision is slowing becoming darker than the barn.
The only sound she can hear is the horrible rasping laugh of Razhak, and even that is fading out.