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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5066193" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Crisis in Freeport: Conclusion</strong></p><p></p><p>Quintus sat on a chair, surveying his failing orchard. Without a war to fight or men to lead, Quintus was alone once more. The sun-dappled fields were beautiful nonetheless. He stared at them for a long time. </p><p></p><p>Quintus turned to his major domo. “I think we’re going to have to pack up this place. We’ll free the slaves and take what we can.”</p><p></p><p>The major domo looked surprised, but with his tongue cut out there was little he could say about it. </p><p></p><p>“I know,” said Quintus. “But we haven’t enough crops to sustain the farm.”</p><p></p><p>The trees had not been growing well. The season was harsh, and with war came demand. He had sacrificed what little harvest he had to the Rebels, secretly of course. </p><p></p><p>The major domo put one hand on Quintus’ shoulder, a gesture that could have gotten him killed. But it was one man to another, not as equals but as a family of sorts. He understood.</p><p></p><p>The sound of hoof beats broke Quintus out of his funk. A carriage pulled to a stop in front of the farmhouse.</p><p></p><p>Quintus got up as someone stepped out of it.</p><p></p><p>“Ilmarė?” he asked, hardly believing his eyes.</p><p></p><p>The elorii smiled and nodded. Then she turned away to scoop up a bundle on the seat behind her.</p><p></p><p>It was a baby elorii girl. She cooed and yawned in Ilmarė’s arms. </p><p></p><p>“The child,” said Quintus in wonder. “You’re both all right!” Tears filled his eyes. “I had thought…”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė put a finger to his lips. “Shh. No more tears. The God War came and went. And you know what that means.”</p><p></p><p>Quintus shook his head. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t have to kill you anymore.” She smiled sheepishly at him, the silver in her hair reflecting in the sunlight. “Now that we’ve got that settled, my daughter and I are looking for a safe place to stay. Do you know of any?”</p><p></p><p>Quintus blinked. “I…you are welcome to stay here, but the farm is failing. I don’t think that we can—“</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė laughed. He hadn’t heard her laugh in such a long time. “I nearly forgot.” She snapped her fingers, and Quintus’ major domo dragged a heavy chest out of the carriage. With a groan, he dropped it at Quintus’ feet.</p><p></p><p>“Open it,” she said.</p><p></p><p>Quintus unlatched the chest and threw the lid open.</p><p></p><p>Inside was a glittering cache of gold doubloons. There were so many that the sun sparkled in Quintus’ face, forcing him to squint. An envelope sat in the center. </p><p></p><p>Quintus opened the envelope and scanned the note.</p><p></p><p>It read: “For duty and honor! V.”</p><p></p><p>“There’s got to be thousands of gold pieces in here,” said Quintus. </p><p></p><p>“Thirty thousand, to be precise,” said Ilmarė, rocking her baby. “Will that be enough for our room and board?”</p><p></p><p>Quintus laughed in disbelief. “I don’t know what to say…” </p><p></p><p>“Say yes.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” said Quintus with a broad smile.</p><p></p><p>“Good, now let me introduce you to my daughter.” She held the child up, who cooed and grabbed Quintus’ finger.</p><p></p><p>“What’s her name?” asked the legionnaire turned farmer.</p><p></p><p>“Anulee Persius Galen,” she said softly. </p><p></p><p>Quintus nodded, amazed at the baby’s grip. “In honor of your sister.”</p><p></p><p>“No,” smiled Ilmarė. “This IS my sister.” She abruptly handed the baby girl off to Quintus, who looked stunned at the delicate package in his hands. “Let’s go inside and I’ll explain.”</p><p></p><p>And together, Quintus, Ilmarė, and Anulee walked into his farmhouse.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5066193, member: 3285"] [b]Crisis in Freeport: Conclusion[/b] Quintus sat on a chair, surveying his failing orchard. Without a war to fight or men to lead, Quintus was alone once more. The sun-dappled fields were beautiful nonetheless. He stared at them for a long time. Quintus turned to his major domo. “I think we’re going to have to pack up this place. We’ll free the slaves and take what we can.” The major domo looked surprised, but with his tongue cut out there was little he could say about it. “I know,” said Quintus. “But we haven’t enough crops to sustain the farm.” The trees had not been growing well. The season was harsh, and with war came demand. He had sacrificed what little harvest he had to the Rebels, secretly of course. The major domo put one hand on Quintus’ shoulder, a gesture that could have gotten him killed. But it was one man to another, not as equals but as a family of sorts. He understood. The sound of hoof beats broke Quintus out of his funk. A carriage pulled to a stop in front of the farmhouse. Quintus got up as someone stepped out of it. “Ilmarė?” he asked, hardly believing his eyes. The elorii smiled and nodded. Then she turned away to scoop up a bundle on the seat behind her. It was a baby elorii girl. She cooed and yawned in Ilmarė’s arms. “The child,” said Quintus in wonder. “You’re both all right!” Tears filled his eyes. “I had thought…” Ilmarė put a finger to his lips. “Shh. No more tears. The God War came and went. And you know what that means.” Quintus shook his head. “I don’t have to kill you anymore.” She smiled sheepishly at him, the silver in her hair reflecting in the sunlight. “Now that we’ve got that settled, my daughter and I are looking for a safe place to stay. Do you know of any?” Quintus blinked. “I…you are welcome to stay here, but the farm is failing. I don’t think that we can—“ Ilmarė laughed. He hadn’t heard her laugh in such a long time. “I nearly forgot.” She snapped her fingers, and Quintus’ major domo dragged a heavy chest out of the carriage. With a groan, he dropped it at Quintus’ feet. “Open it,” she said. Quintus unlatched the chest and threw the lid open. Inside was a glittering cache of gold doubloons. There were so many that the sun sparkled in Quintus’ face, forcing him to squint. An envelope sat in the center. Quintus opened the envelope and scanned the note. It read: “For duty and honor! V.” “There’s got to be thousands of gold pieces in here,” said Quintus. “Thirty thousand, to be precise,” said Ilmarė, rocking her baby. “Will that be enough for our room and board?” Quintus laughed in disbelief. “I don’t know what to say…” “Say yes.” “Yes,” said Quintus with a broad smile. “Good, now let me introduce you to my daughter.” She held the child up, who cooed and grabbed Quintus’ finger. “What’s her name?” asked the legionnaire turned farmer. “Anulee Persius Galen,” she said softly. Quintus nodded, amazed at the baby’s grip. “In honor of your sister.” “No,” smiled Ilmarė. “This IS my sister.” She abruptly handed the baby girl off to Quintus, who looked stunned at the delicate package in his hands. “Let’s go inside and I’ll explain.” And together, Quintus, Ilmarė, and Anulee walked into his farmhouse. [/QUOTE]
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