[RPG] [FE] [Las] Familia games

[Eiyrn]

/The letter gave Dyre much to think about.  The death of the courier 
which was meant to shock him had not.  In fact he wouldn't have doubted 
that the courier had rigged the trap himself to serve her.  The sick 
woman did inspire the sickness about her, he was likely a devote 
follower of whatever she felt compelled to tell the twisted that 
congregated about her./

 

/The contact that got him to declare his nobility (even thinking the 
word left the taste of ash in his SpellCaster's mouth.  Lowsome was the 
mundanes to start with, these sad excuses for nobles even more so...), 
seemed to wrap up in her own drama to see anything beyond it.  It had 
been a nice, if brief, triste... but Dyre had no time for things that 
did not further his own goals, a kindred spirit would have made it 
easier, but he did not need her by any means.  He had been too long in 
hermitage, his persuasion skills seemed to dull a bit because of it.  It 
was too bad, she would have made a nice companion, even if just a 
traveling companion.  She had time still but he would not count on 
anything from her.  She gave so little anyways.../

 

/The messages and his research bore more or less fruit.  It at the least 
told him that his mother was still playing the game and assumed he was 
as well.  He found the ship that brought the courier to port.  He got 
the information that nearly a score of the couriers came... that would 
be surprising if true... that all were actually couriers and that were 
each carried a single message.  The Captain was telling the truth, that 
was a simple spell that worked unerringly on weaker mundanes.  One or a 
score made no difference, that told of nothing...
/

 

/No, the interesting part was that she had expected him to check.  She 
called it right, and at the same time wrong.  He spotted them 
instantly.  They were good but he knew his mother.  She did not trust 
true thieves and assassins... and his time with Aspire was not spent 
idle.  Aspire did not agree with Dyre's mission but managed to 
understand and respect it enough to help him.  If it hadn't been for his 
murdered cousin's tutelage Dyre would have never spotted the men that 
were quite good at their craft... just not to good./

 

/It was becoming clear, she had called him to her.  And after the heart 
wrenching wanton mundane destruction in Batesaor, he was hardened once 
again to his mother and her surprises, and her own plan which he would 
serve faithfully if he went, until his mission could be brought to 
fruition./

 

/A score he mused as he started concluding his business, he ran the 
numbers in his head then cursed himself a fool... it seems his mother 
little ruse had sucked him in after all and allowed him to dream.../

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