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A Knife in the Dark (Ebonfort)

A slightly chilly breeze passed over Trix, raising bumps along her arms. Odd, had she not closed the door all the way when she'd come in? Sighing yet again, she stood up, casting a glance into the fire, before grabbing the pan of fish, and putting it on the stone rack. It wouldn't take long to cook, and she was quite looking forward to it. She moved from her apartment into her apothecary. There she noticed one of her windows was opened, pushed outward. She saw her jasmine vine wrapped around the handle, on the outside, "Oh, did you pull my window open? Naughty girl." She gently reached out, plucking the green tendril between two fingers and setting it against her wall.

"There we go, much better." She shut the window and found the aroma of the wine and fish wafting over her, bringing a smile to her lips. It was starting to get darker, and would be fully night any moment. Long, dark shadows cast themselves all around her apothecary, but none of them inspired fear within the young woman. This was her sanctuary after all. Walking slowly forward, her fingers outstretched, brushing gently against her plants, lovingly, caressing, moving back to her quarters.

Kneeling down by the fire, she saw that the fish was whitening at the bottom, so she grabbed a fork from her kit, and gently flipped it, only tearing it lightly. Returning to her earlier musings, "Well, there's Edoward I suppose... He's nice, funny sometimes, and is a knight. But... I don't know. I just don't know." Definitely time to get a dog, dad would know where to go for a good breeder. She always did enjoy visiting the capital.

She poked at the potato, watching the fork slip in easily, pulling it out. Standing up, she grabbed a plate, and plopped the spud upon it. She waited a few more minutes and did the same with the fish. Setting the plate on the table, she moved back through the apothecary quickly, heading into her shop area, to fetch her accounting books. She always double checked her books during dinner.

The Silent Watch [Ebonfort]

Edoward was walking his patrol on the outskirts of Ruby Banks, whistling a tune that he couldn't remember ever hearing. He loved being assigned to this section of town, there weren't many annoying bystanders, nor an excessive amount of danger. But his favorite part was the little blonde herbalist in the shop in the distance. He'd first met her a little over a year ago, after she took care of a particularly nasty rash he'd acquired during survival training, courtesy of a couple pranksters. She'd not judged him, though did make light of it, and was kind, caring. She probably didn't know it, but he'd been in love with her ever since.

But Edoward was more frightened of approaching this woman than fighting rogue hill giant. Fighting was easy, the goals were clear, and the path to achieving them equally so. Women, however, were not, especially this one. She was pretty, kind, successful, and probably had more suitors than he had scars. He just needed an excuse to be around her, he was sure of it.

That was when he spotted the flying dot in the distance. It wasn't too terribly odd, many things flew, birds, dragons, those weird bird people whose race he'd forgotten. As it grew closer, and seemingly larger, he realized it was a gargoyle, a large one. Closer still, Edoward noticed a woman in Ebon Knight armor cradled in his arms. His thoughts immediately assumed her to be injured, so he reached into his patrol pouch and grabbed his horn. Putting the hollowed ox horn to his lips, he gave one short burst, signaling an injury, followed by four quick sputters indicating the west side of town.

As the flying pair neared, Edoward was joined by a few close knights, one of whom was the Lieutenant on duty, Skarborough, a surprisingly jovial drow. "Looks like you have your excuse to visit the herbalist, Edo." The boy flushed crimson, before his superior continued, "I think that's... by Lolth! It's Vegarra! From Green Fall!" Vegarra and Skarborough trained together at Scream Watch, it was quite common for most Lieutenants to be from the same year.

"Edoward, as soon as they land, take her to the herbalist, I'll question the gargoyle." The boy nodded, "Yes Ser." Skarborough had many questions, what happened? Why was Vegarra so far from her station? Who or what was responsible for this. And if the winged monster didn't answer them, he'd find himself in chains.

A Knife in the Dark (Ebonfort)

The only bits needing changed will be the hallway and closet stuff. Funny that he got the wrong place though lol

A Knife in the Dark (Ebonfort)

I'm confused, did Galawynd enter Trix's shop/house? Because she's not a noble nor is there a noble man that lives in her house. The link I put in the RP location describes her small home/business. Also she has no closets or anything of that sort, or hallways for that matter.

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I'll be posting up a sort of... Regional Quest RP prompt for this season in the near future. So get excited, and I hope to see yall participating :D

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A Knife in the Dark - Trix and Galawynd RP :D

A Knife in the Dark (Ebonfort)

@ClocktowerEchos

A Knife in the Dark (Ebonfort)

Starting Date and Time: Mauven 12, 300 DM & 20th Stretch, Sunset

Starting Location: Trix's Tonics and Tinctures

CS URLs: Galawynd Elsinal & Verissa Beatrix Greenlakes aka Trix

Trix cast a single look at her garden, smiling. She'd pulled in a bountiful harvest today, and there wouldn't be too many more of those. While snow didn't fall south of the river, it wouldn't be too terribly long until the first frost came. But the changing of the seasons was a blessing, it brought about new life, second chances. The sky was beginning to darken, she guessed that there was maybe thirty slips of twilight left. Just enough time to get dinner going. She hated cooking by firelight.

Her dark green skirt, muddied from the outdoor work, swished as she stepped through the door into her apothecary. Immediately the scents of her drying herbs and such wafted over her. She loved this room for that reason, and many others. She moved into her home, grabbing a covered basket, and returning into the apothecary. Deftly, Trix pulled a few food stuffs out; a cut of fish, cleaned and deboned by the merchant she'd purchased it from, a large potato from her stores, and a skin of red wine. Moving over to a table, she looked through the dried plants hanging above it, before plucking a few basil leaves and caraway seeds from a pouch tied around the seed head of the plant.

Back at the table with her food, she added the seeds and leaves into her mortar and crushed them into a powder with her pestle. She sprinkled the dust copiously over the slab of fish, ensuring to cover both sides. Grabbing a knife, she stabbed a few vent holes in her potato, then picked up her supplies and returned to her home, enjoying the warmth of the fiery hearth. Her pan was already sitting on the table, and she set the fish therein, and doused it lightly in wine. Moving over to the fire, she set the potato upon a stone, in the back, so that it was heating, but not directly in the flames. She knew it would take a bit longer to cook than the fish, so she moved over to her bed and sat down, before leaning back comfortably.

Holding her hand up, her expression shifted from comfortable and relaxed to one of worry. She concentrated, feeling the emotion well up within her, and pushed it out through her hand. This manifested as a dull, lavender glow. This glow, this... magic was the cause of her worry. Everyone had heard that magic had returned to the land, but no one actually knew anyone who could use it. But there were rumors, that the knights were searching for this... mages. They then captured them, and doing who knows what to them. So obviously she couldn't tell anyone. Not that she had anyone particularly close to her. Her parents lived in the capital, and everyone in town were acquaintances, customers, and patients at best.

She sighed, before waving her hand, the dull glow dissipating. Maybe she would get a dog, for these lonelier nights.

A Knife in the Dark (Ebonfort)

woo, story

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Ah right forgot about the poor boy... And the 5cm a day for the dog feed, so -3 SM, 5 CM