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Although when it's slaves it's just a matter of money - I'm sure Harald has a few 'possessions' he actually wants to be rid of...
Quick Harald post. No openings there I'm afraid!
It was as Elaeria headed out of her room and exiting the dormitory building that she came across the sweating, half unconscious messenger. The man's horse was lathered in sweat with the whites of its eyes showing from the strain; it looked ready to collapse at any moment. She took the reins so that the man could clamber off clumsily, saddle-sore after a long time travelling.
"Thank you, my lady." The messenger said, bowing deeply as he caught his breath. "Do you know where I can find Sir Henry of House Charlton?" He asked, still breathing heavily. A sealed tube wrapped in an oilskin bag was clutched tightly in his hands and there was a panicked look in the man's eyes which made Elaeria uneasy.
"I'm afraid he's most likely... indisposed. He was injured in a duel earlier and won't be ready to receive visitors just yet, I would imagine. I can pass any message onto him, if it is convenient." The man instantly took a step back, shielding his package with his own body; evidently its contents were worth more to him than his life.
"I cannot do that, my lady. I was instructed by the Queen herself that they must reach his hands or those of one of the others that she trusts. I have a list of names." He was wary of Elaeria, wary of the sharp look in her eyes and how it saw right through his defensive actions.
"My name is Elaeria, Princess Elaeria of House Mithran." The messenger nodded tightly, handing over the package.
"Your name was on the list, my lady. I apologise for my rudeness but this was a... heavy charge. Her Majesty was very specific; I'm afraid I cannot leave you until the message has reached Sir Henry and only he may read the contents of the letter inside." Elaeria had opened the bag and found the tube inside. She opened it and eyed the seal on the scroll inside; it was indeed that of the royal house in Elianst. She sealed the tube once again and handed the package back to the messenger.
"I understand it's importance. Let us head to the medical ward and see if Sir Henry is able to receive visitors. If not I am sure we can find Lady Ashburn; I am sure she was another on the list and most likely higher than myself." The messenger's reaction told her she had been dead on. As the man took the reins of his horse and wheeled it around she caught sight of another bag on the horse's rear. She could vaguely make out the shape of the contents and stopped as a chill ran up her spine.
"Tell me... what has happened to Eleshir?"
"Thank you, my lady." The messenger said, bowing deeply as he caught his breath. "Do you know where I can find Sir Henry of House Charlton?" He asked, still breathing heavily. A sealed tube wrapped in an oilskin bag was clutched tightly in his hands and there was a panicked look in the man's eyes which made Elaeria uneasy.
"I'm afraid he's most likely... indisposed. He was injured in a duel earlier and won't be ready to receive visitors just yet, I would imagine. I can pass any message onto him, if it is convenient." The man instantly took a step back, shielding his package with his own body; evidently its contents were worth more to him than his life.
"I cannot do that, my lady. I was instructed by the Queen herself that they must reach his hands or those of one of the others that she trusts. I have a list of names." He was wary of Elaeria, wary of the sharp look in her eyes and how it saw right through his defensive actions.
"My name is Elaeria, Princess Elaeria of House Mithran." The messenger nodded tightly, handing over the package.
"Your name was on the list, my lady. I apologise for my rudeness but this was a... heavy charge. Her Majesty was very specific; I'm afraid I cannot leave you until the message has reached Sir Henry and only he may read the contents of the letter inside." Elaeria had opened the bag and found the tube inside. She opened it and eyed the seal on the scroll inside; it was indeed that of the royal house in Elianst. She sealed the tube once again and handed the package back to the messenger.
"I understand it's importance. Let us head to the medical ward and see if Sir Henry is able to receive visitors. If not I am sure we can find Lady Ashburn; I am sure she was another on the list and most likely higher than myself." The messenger's reaction told her she had been dead on. As the man took the reins of his horse and wheeled it around she caught sight of another bag on the horse's rear. She could vaguely make out the shape of the contents and stopped as a chill ran up her spine.
"Tell me... what has happened to Eleshir?"
Harald had been brooding beside the fire, plotting his next move and going over his schemes relentlessly when the young lad rushed in. He was about to have his Housecarl beat the unfortunate boy to pulp before recognition dawned on him; the lad was one of his men albeit one of the newer ones. He gestured irritably and had the boy wait a moment while he slowly drank from the tankard in his hand; taking note of the boy's blanched face.
"Well?" He demanded, staring up at the boy's face. He had deliberately not risen so as to retain some small excuse for the height difference.
"...They're dead!" The lad blurted out making Harald scowl. He reached up and slapped the boy hard across the face.
"Be more specific! Who and why should I care?" Stunned, the boy rattled out the story while he quaked under Harald's increasingly murderous glare. The dwarfish man hurled his tankard across the room as he swore before leaping to his feet and storming outside into the cold air. He had partly hoped one of the offenders might be nearby to exact immediate punishment upon but alas there was none. He rounded on the boy angrily.
"You morons! Now Ragnar can demand a fee of me for this attack as it wasn't on his slaves and I don't like parting with my valuables." A cold gleam entered his eyes. "Luckily there's another route to make up for your idiocy." The boy looked hopefully. What a fool he was.
Harald strode towards the healing house having heard of Ragnar's presence there and called out.
"Ragnar, I know you are here! I have come to pay the blood price!" The young lad was forced towards the house. He was bound and naked, relieved of everything including his own weapon; the latter being the most terrifying aspect of the situation as he realised his own fate. Harald nodded and his Housecarl stepped forwards with a newly whetted axe as two other men held the lad down to stop his struggles. The axe descended and the man, barely beyond boyhood, died instantly; his head bouncing into the healing house before rolling to a stop with its eyes staring gruesomely up at the occupants in apparent disbelief.
"And it has been paid!" Without waiting for a reply Harald turned on his heel with his men in tow; discipline had been restored and he was no longer at a disadvantage.
"Well?" He demanded, staring up at the boy's face. He had deliberately not risen so as to retain some small excuse for the height difference.
"...They're dead!" The lad blurted out making Harald scowl. He reached up and slapped the boy hard across the face.
"Be more specific! Who and why should I care?" Stunned, the boy rattled out the story while he quaked under Harald's increasingly murderous glare. The dwarfish man hurled his tankard across the room as he swore before leaping to his feet and storming outside into the cold air. He had partly hoped one of the offenders might be nearby to exact immediate punishment upon but alas there was none. He rounded on the boy angrily.
"You morons! Now Ragnar can demand a fee of me for this attack as it wasn't on his slaves and I don't like parting with my valuables." A cold gleam entered his eyes. "Luckily there's another route to make up for your idiocy." The boy looked hopefully. What a fool he was.
Harald strode towards the healing house having heard of Ragnar's presence there and called out.
"Ragnar, I know you are here! I have come to pay the blood price!" The young lad was forced towards the house. He was bound and naked, relieved of everything including his own weapon; the latter being the most terrifying aspect of the situation as he realised his own fate. Harald nodded and his Housecarl stepped forwards with a newly whetted axe as two other men held the lad down to stop his struggles. The axe descended and the man, barely beyond boyhood, died instantly; his head bouncing into the healing house before rolling to a stop with its eyes staring gruesomely up at the occupants in apparent disbelief.
"And it has been paid!" Without waiting for a reply Harald turned on his heel with his men in tow; discipline had been restored and he was no longer at a disadvantage.
Nice posts guys. I'll try and get a bit more Saxon in there - exams are finally over for me so I've got a lot more time on my hands!
Henry nodded mutely, hardly in a position to resist Gwen's orders. Granthar agreed with the girl; he could feel it through their link and now that the immediate danger was past he could feel his strength slipping away. Opting to sit down rather than feint he collapsed onto the grass next to Henrietta after ripping the spear out of the ground and lay it across his lap.
"Two days and I'm already like this." He muttered to himself, checking on his injuries and estimating the time for his recovery. The result was not pleasing so he shoved it from is mind and instead tried to remain alert as possible although with the two familiars there he felt that there was little need to worry. Passed out, the kidnapper was no distraction for him although Henry still slowly crawled his way over to the limp body at Fenrir's feet. He sat for a moment to regain what little strength he had before working away at the mask the assailant wore, pulling it off his face without waking him up.
A quick patting down revealed the man had a few knives hidden on him so Henry threw them a fair distance away before he fully removed the mask.
"...Gerald?" He whispered as he saw the young man's face under the mask, swearing to himself.
You know him?
He looked up as he heard Granthar's voice in his head.
He's one of the Queen's Royal Knights.
Elaeria raised an eyebrow at the girl in a questioning manner having watched the display of all four elements. It wasn't mastery; that was for sure. However the use of any magic at their basic stage of education was impressive enough; use of four in quick succession was unnaturally advanced. She walked forwards towards the girl in whose eyes she could see a certain level of anxiety so she smiled disarmingly.
"You're an interesting young lady, Caroline." She said, presuming to use the girl's first name. After all, she was a princess; no one could accuse her of bad etiquette. "I can see you want to keep this a secret so I'll pretend I saw nothing. Still, remember that I know; we all need to keep our friends around us here. Who knows what could happen?"
Rather than elaborate she walked off, ignoring her familiar's questions and prepared for the banquet instead by changing into slightly more elaborate clothing.
I think I'll try and make use of that woman from Helgland; she might be useful in the near future.
"Two days and I'm already like this." He muttered to himself, checking on his injuries and estimating the time for his recovery. The result was not pleasing so he shoved it from is mind and instead tried to remain alert as possible although with the two familiars there he felt that there was little need to worry. Passed out, the kidnapper was no distraction for him although Henry still slowly crawled his way over to the limp body at Fenrir's feet. He sat for a moment to regain what little strength he had before working away at the mask the assailant wore, pulling it off his face without waking him up.
A quick patting down revealed the man had a few knives hidden on him so Henry threw them a fair distance away before he fully removed the mask.
"...Gerald?" He whispered as he saw the young man's face under the mask, swearing to himself.
You know him?
He looked up as he heard Granthar's voice in his head.
He's one of the Queen's Royal Knights.
Elaeria raised an eyebrow at the girl in a questioning manner having watched the display of all four elements. It wasn't mastery; that was for sure. However the use of any magic at their basic stage of education was impressive enough; use of four in quick succession was unnaturally advanced. She walked forwards towards the girl in whose eyes she could see a certain level of anxiety so she smiled disarmingly.
"You're an interesting young lady, Caroline." She said, presuming to use the girl's first name. After all, she was a princess; no one could accuse her of bad etiquette. "I can see you want to keep this a secret so I'll pretend I saw nothing. Still, remember that I know; we all need to keep our friends around us here. Who knows what could happen?"
Rather than elaborate she walked off, ignoring her familiar's questions and prepared for the banquet instead by changing into slightly more elaborate clothing.
I think I'll try and make use of that woman from Helgland; she might be useful in the near future.
Or rather my sneaky weavings in of plot. Since everyone else 'missed' the reception as it were I thought it'd be good to throw in a banquet again.
There - time for some actual plot for everyone to get involved in!
Across the Academy
Out of nowhere a strange voice spoke. It was kindly, authoritative and was everywhere; as if it were in the very minds of those who heard it.
"Good afternoon, students of the Academy. This is an important announcement: tonight's banquet has been brought forwards and will instead take place two hours from now. Please ensure that you prepare adequately and attend on time. That is all."
Elaeria sat on one of the ornately carved benches in the pavilion, retreating into the tranquil place to be with her thoughts. The Academy announcement had irritated her at first; the intrusion upon her thoughts less than welcome however she now had something to occupy her time. It came as a slight shock that apart from the Elianst nobles, embroiled in events that did not concern her, and the elder Anstarnian noble, who was nowhere to be found, she had no real acquaintances to pass the time with.
Fighting alone with only your own Household guard for company leaves you with few friends of one's own age, I suppose.
She quashed the thought quickly - she was a princess and heir to a throne upon which a young and frail boy say; her position didn't give her the chance or need to make 'friends.'
We must all be children sometime. You've been neglected it all your life so perhaps you should take that time back?
She didn't answer her familiar's suggestion and instead headed back to her rooms to prepare for the banquet.
Out of nowhere a strange voice spoke. It was kindly, authoritative and was everywhere; as if it were in the very minds of those who heard it.
"Good afternoon, students of the Academy. This is an important announcement: tonight's banquet has been brought forwards and will instead take place two hours from now. Please ensure that you prepare adequately and attend on time. That is all."
Elaeria sat on one of the ornately carved benches in the pavilion, retreating into the tranquil place to be with her thoughts. The Academy announcement had irritated her at first; the intrusion upon her thoughts less than welcome however she now had something to occupy her time. It came as a slight shock that apart from the Elianst nobles, embroiled in events that did not concern her, and the elder Anstarnian noble, who was nowhere to be found, she had no real acquaintances to pass the time with.
Fighting alone with only your own Household guard for company leaves you with few friends of one's own age, I suppose.
She quashed the thought quickly - she was a princess and heir to a throne upon which a young and frail boy say; her position didn't give her the chance or need to make 'friends.'
We must all be children sometime. You've been neglected it all your life so perhaps you should take that time back?
She didn't answer her familiar's suggestion and instead headed back to her rooms to prepare for the banquet.
I'm still here, just checking in!
And I can sympathise Idle - we're moving to a place with no central heating and just uses storage heaters (but the kitchen is huge so I'll just camp over the hob).
And I can sympathise Idle - we're moving to a place with no central heating and just uses storage heaters (but the kitchen is huge so I'll just camp over the hob).
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