[RPG] [EI-BT-FE] Trial of Tears
Eiyrn
eiryn at pcisys.net
Sun Jul 9 11:03:51 CEST 2006
Eiyrn wrote:
>
> "You Dear," Despyria turned to the young woman plotting to murder
> her... _*again*_, and ordered her, "you will go back to Outer Tilog
> and prepare for my arrival. You know how to find information, find
> out what I want to know dear, because none abuses what is mine but
> me..." The Eternal softly caressed the young woman's cheek in a far to
> familar manner. The woman pulled away flustered and embarrassed much
> to her Mistress' delieght. Her retreating footsteps were chased by the
> mad woman's laughter...
>
> ---
>
/The letter arrived to Nub Knotwise with the usual flair and loathing
that accompanied anything that arrived from her to him. This letter was
different than most, yet something familar about it as well. It
presented itself as such:/
To my more or less able bodied children;
It is my hope that this letter finds you in no more than several large
pieces if not almost fully intact. I have informed you all, even the
stupid ones that will not remember that that I informed them, that I
might someday call you to my side when my need was great. This time has
come. In the next couple months I will be making a move and I will want
one or more of you to come to me and heed the call of your mother dearest.
I know almost all of you hate and loath me, several of are activily
plotting murder or attempting to hid from me, or who you are... your
attempts to either will fail just as the last pitiful attempts have and
it is in your blood, you can not resist my call once I have made it.
So all of you get your affairs in order and cry to whatever deity you
think will protect you from me if you so desire, but soon one or more of
you will be coming to join me in Outer Tilog.
I will be tormenting you soon,
Your Dearest Mother,
*/Despyria Eiryn/*
/Nub's however had a post script written in his mother's own hand is
what looked like blood./
Nub you you still have no brothers or sisters, and no one loves you.
---
/The letter to Dyre came to Brooke as she waited an audience with the
Queen of Svunnetland. Brooke knew the Queen quite well, even if the
Queen did not know her. Brooke was the Chronicler of the House Eiryn,
Official Family Scribe, former companion of the SpellCaster Espiria,
former soldier and woman that carried a torch for Aspire Eiryn, and
current companion of Dyre Eiryn. It was her job for know everyone
well. She was always good at her job. Now the worlds she served
collided... however her first interest was Dyre.
A letter from Despyria Eiryn was enough to make anyone shake with an
unnatural chill, Brooke had thought she had long gotten over that
response... however she had never received one for her current companion
before. Her hand trembled as she opened it, for a message to this man
from his mother, one of the most unnatural things of this or any earth,
could only mean trouble for the man that was just trying to find
himself. However it was not her place to intercede between this man and
his mother... it would never work anyways... the horrid woman would know
if he did not receive her word and eventually he would.
It would be one more thing to approach the Queen of Svunnetland with on
Dyre's behalf.
/
To my more or less able bodied children;
It is my hope that this letter finds you in no more than several large
pieces if not almost fully intact. I have informed you all, even the
stupid ones that will not remember that that I informed them, that I
might someday call you to my side when my need was great. This time has
come. In the next couple months I will be making a move and I will want
one or more of you to come to me and heed the call of your mother dearest.
I know almost all of you hate and loath me, several of are activily
plotting murder or attempting to hid from me, or who you are... your
attempts to either will fail just as the last pitiful attempts have and
it is in your blood, you can not resist my call once I have made it.
So all of you get your affairs in order and cry to whatever deity you
think will protect you from me if you so desire, but soon one or more of
you will be coming to join me in Outer Tilog.
I will be tormenting you soon,
Your Dearest Mother,
*/Despyria Eiryn/*
/The letter bore a post script as was oft her habit, written by her own
hand and in blood.
/Dear Heart my cleaver boy, you will undoubtedly seek to question the
messenger to discover how many letters were sent and where they were
sent too. I fear I can not allow you this bit of information and the
messenger will not survive the reading of this letter.
/True to the word on the parchment a scream eminated from outside, as
Brooke surveyed the scene it seemed an accident, a run away cabbage cart
had run the man down..None seemed to have witnessed how it happened or
where the vendor the cart belonged to was... though Brooke doubted that
he lived still. Brooke was sickened. Brooke knew what Despyria
feared. That if Dyre had more than Nub in his corner that he would find
a way to dispatch her in a more permanent way... no matter how much she
claimed to want death she was a bitter woman that needed endless
vengence for... that dark day when she changed.
---
Alynna was one of the few the expected the letter she received. She was
intimately aware of the events that the letter was sent in reference
to. Her initial response was to rage at such an intrusion into her
life... but rage is what got to to the point she was now. The form
letter was exed through and the traditional post script, that maybe only
Alynna knew was written in her Mistresses own blood replaced the mocking
harshly written from letter to keep her hundreds of children at bay by
the conditioning torment she put them through at a very young age.
/Alynna my dearest dearest little girl. I told you long ago that there
would be a day when you might want to freely call me mother someday. I
sense that day is coming soon. That is why you got one of these as
well. However you have a choice. I might well ask you to return to
Outer Tilog, I might have you comfront your pain and those that... well
less said the better. I know you do not want to tell me and I will want
to find out on my own.
If I reach my hand to you my dear girl, it is up to you whether or not
you wish to take it. I will hold you to nothing that you do not feel
comfortable with. I hope to see you soon my dear.
With all my love,
/*Despyria Eiryn*/
/
Alynna agonized on how this could be true. As soon as she read the
words she knew that might well be where her path took her. She had
always resisted and even raged at the notion that she would call anyone
but the woman that gave her birth and nurtured her before even she
succumbed to the awful stupid war where she saw all of her family perish.
Maybe that was it. Maybe that was it, maybe her rage that had for so
long blinded her to the obvious, was blinding her from this all that
time. But how could she be enveloped by the darkness of the woman that
was predicting that she would return her not as a friend, lover, or
confidant... but as her daughter... how could she after putting it all
behind her?
/
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