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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5180308" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The following morning I had just finished my breakfast when Hrast rapped on my door, “Sir Gerard, there is a Lady Gyda who wishes to see you.” He said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Standing, I brushed my clothes down with my right hand, recalling how awkward it had been getting dressed with only one hand. Thankfully, due to the restorative powers of Foeld, through his tool Argonne, there was no pain whatsoever in my stump. In fact, so accelerated was my healing that my stump had sealed over during the night so it was no longer a bloodied mess exposed muscle and bone.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I opened the door, “My Lady Gyda, what a pleasure it is to see you again. Do please come in.” I said happily. I dismissed Hrast with a look and welcomed Gyda into my rooms.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Her face was stretched with concern, “Gerard, how are you?” she began as she stared wide-eyed at my stump. “I heard the news only this morning and came straight to see you.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Dear Gyda, thank you so much for your concern, but I am as well as a man can be under the circumstances.” I said nonchalantly.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I went on to tell her all of what had happened, finishing with, “So I believe that it is my duty, as a member of the Order, to seek out Princess Isabella and bring her back to Guerney City so that she can claim rightfully claim the throne before Brand usurps it.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“But, that will mean that you will leave the city,“ said Gyda sadly, “and me.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“I wish it were not so. I have truly enjoyed our recent time together. I can think of nothing more desirable than being with you. I dearly wish that we could spend more time together, but my duty must come before my personal desires. I must act to uphold what is the best for the Kingdom.” I said loftily.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">For a while we did not speak, we merely enjoyed each others company in silence.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Eventually Gyda broke the quiet of our introspective thoughts. “Well, no doubt you must prepare for you journey.” She began. “And I must too depart to prepare Stowmarket’s and Montfort’s fortifications for any further incursions from the north. I will organize Hrast to get the appropriate papers drawn up so that, as we agreed, I will administer Montfort until your return.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yes, yes.” I replied absently, my thoughts suddenly a more pressing notion. “Do what you must to ensure the safety of Montfort and Stowmarket.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“My dear Gyda,” I continued nervously “I know this is extremely hasty, and very forward, but,” at this point I knelt, “would you consider taking my hand in marriage.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I had not planned to ask for her hand in this way, but circumstances had changed since I first thought about marrying a woman I had not met. Originally I had sought an alliance to strengthen my lands and my standing in court, but in the few weeks of travel that we had had together I must admit I developed an affection for Gyda that I had not expected. With my imminent departure and several suitors waiting in the wings who had tried to court her officially I decided that I did not want to lose her.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I offered my right hand to her, expecting her to at best postpone an engagement until we had had more time together. She gazed upon me for what seemed an eternity. What a fool I was to blurt out such a request! Melodramatically she looked away from my pleading face for a moment before turning once more to face me. Looking straight into my eyes she clasped my hand between both of hers and said, “Gerard, it is with a joyful heart that I accept your proposal.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Typical of our whirlwind romance we only managed a few more moments alone to bask in our joint happiness before Morgan pounded on the door. “Gerard are you coming?” he called. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Y<span style="color: White">es!“ I paused as I fumbled from Gyda’s grasp, “Yes indeed.” </span></span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: White">The pair of us quickly achieved an appropriate level of presentation and I opened the door to show Gyda out. “Thank you Lady Gyda for your concerns. Your thoughts are much appreciated.” I said, although my eyes and hers lingered before she turned away and walked off in the direction of her lodgings.</span></span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: White">A few hours later we stood in the very same clearing where Gyda and I had lunched on pheasant, bread and cheese. The silver orb lay in the center and</span> the liquid mirror hovered above it, rippling in the breeze that gusted through the trees.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The others were arguing about how we should best proceed, as I absently watched a leaf twist and turn on the wind. It struck the mirror, and passed straight through the other side where it fell to the ground. I mentioned this to Moxadder, who happen to be close by and also ignoring the heated discussion.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He picked up a small stone and threw it through the mirror. The stone did as the leaf before it, and passed straight through.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We interrupted the others to share our finding, and then they, taking the new information on board, continued to bicker.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder, fed up, wandered off. Minutes later he returned holding a wriggling rabbit by its long feet. He walked purposefully toward the mirror. Immediately realizing his intent I made haste to take shelter behind a tree outside of the clearing. The others, seeing my movement and then Moxadder, reasoned as I had and followed suit. Argonne’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, horrified as he realized his friends’ intent, but he said nothing as he too ran to hide.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Irudeshian stopped several feet away from the artifact and set himself to throw the hapless bunny into it. He was not of course entirely fool hardy. I saw that his stance was more to the advantage of dodging any ill effect of his action than succeeding in his throw.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Swinging his right arm slowly back and forward, once, twice, on the third time his arm rocketed forward and he released the rabbit.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It flew through the air, squirming to get its feet beneath itself in preparation for a landing it did not know was never to come.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As the little creature hit the mirror, there was a massive boom so powerful that the grass in the clearing some twenty or more feet was flattened. The rabbit, was not so lucky. On contact it exploded. Small red and fluffy chunks of the unwitting animal showered the clearing. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder seemed unaffected by the result of his experiment. His throw had been much more than just that. He had used it as leverage to complete a standing somersault, in which he had twisted so that he landed with his back to the mirror. His feet had struck the ground even as the rabbit touched the liquid surface.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As he landed he launched into a diving tumbled that managed to take him just outside of the blasts effect. It was definitely the most remarkable maneuver that I had seen him perform, other than his inexplicable climb to the ceiling when we had fought the ghost.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He had proved a point, much to Argonne’s anguish. Living things seemed to trigger the blast.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Once again we began to argue as to the importance of this, and slowly the argument changed to thoughtful discussion Kuruul broke with tradition and proved to be surprisingly helpful. He had transformed from his normal vicious dog like appearance and into his other form; that of a horrible deformed goblin. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“May I have one of your magical elixir’s?” he asked of Morgan. During our travels we had picked up a great many potions and droughts along with more noteworthy items like my sword. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Morgan dug into his pack and fished one out. Checking the label to ensure that it was not one of his more valuable vials, he threw it to Kuruul.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Kuruul caught it, quickly wrapped it in a strip of cloth, then took two steps before launching it into the reflective liquid. Like the inanimate leaf and stone before it fell through the other side and fell on the grass. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He collected it and unwrapped the cloth that had protected it from breakage and said to me, “Gerard, perhaps you could tell us whether the elixir still has mystic properties?”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I shrugged, muttered the same incantation that I had used over the corpse of Irviel and said, “No, it has none that I can detect.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“As I thought.” Said Kuruul smugly. And with that he transformed once again into a hound and ambled off to a nearby tree, cocked his hind leg and relieved himself.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Instantly annoyed at the self satisfied mongrel, I curbed my frustrations and concentrated on what his experiment had proved.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We now had two pieces of vital information. The first was that living creatures could not pass through the mirror without it being affected by the deadly sonic burst. The second was that things with magical properties were stripped of their powers when they tried to pass through it.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Argonne and I came to the same conclusion at once. We spoke over each in earnest to explain what it meant.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Fastendian woman disguised as Irviel had merely been a pawn. She had been provided the magics to mask herself and commit her foul deed by the very foe that all Fastendians fought against, the Dominion. The poor girl had never been meant to escape. Their wicked plan was to have her assassinate the King and, in the course of her escape, use the mirror to flee. There was no doubt that she had been told that the mirror was a magical means of transporting herself to another place. Her masters had intended that she step into the mirror and in doing so her sorcererous disguise would be stripped from her and the resulting eruption of sound would kill her.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The result would be that a dead Fastendian woman would be found and all would assume that the Fastness had assassinated the King. This would no doubt bring war between the two allies, and allow the Dominion to watch while each weakened the other.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was a cunning and masterful stratagem. What they did not count on was the desperate tackle of Morgan and the swift vengeance of the Hydra. </span></p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5180308, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]The following morning I had just finished my breakfast when Hrast rapped on my door, “Sir Gerard, there is a Lady Gyda who wishes to see you.” He said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Standing, I brushed my clothes down with my right hand, recalling how awkward it had been getting dressed with only one hand. Thankfully, due to the restorative powers of Foeld, through his tool Argonne, there was no pain whatsoever in my stump. In fact, so accelerated was my healing that my stump had sealed over during the night so it was no longer a bloodied mess exposed muscle and bone.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I opened the door, “My Lady Gyda, what a pleasure it is to see you again. Do please come in.” I said happily. I dismissed Hrast with a look and welcomed Gyda into my rooms.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Her face was stretched with concern, “Gerard, how are you?” she began as she stared wide-eyed at my stump. “I heard the news only this morning and came straight to see you.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Dear Gyda, thank you so much for your concern, but I am as well as a man can be under the circumstances.” I said nonchalantly.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I went on to tell her all of what had happened, finishing with, “So I believe that it is my duty, as a member of the Order, to seek out Princess Isabella and bring her back to Guerney City so that she can claim rightfully claim the throne before Brand usurps it.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“But, that will mean that you will leave the city,“ said Gyda sadly, “and me.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“I wish it were not so. I have truly enjoyed our recent time together. I can think of nothing more desirable than being with you. I dearly wish that we could spend more time together, but my duty must come before my personal desires. I must act to uphold what is the best for the Kingdom.” I said loftily.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]For a while we did not speak, we merely enjoyed each others company in silence.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Eventually Gyda broke the quiet of our introspective thoughts. “Well, no doubt you must prepare for you journey.” She began. “And I must too depart to prepare Stowmarket’s and Montfort’s fortifications for any further incursions from the north. I will organize Hrast to get the appropriate papers drawn up so that, as we agreed, I will administer Montfort until your return.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yes, yes.” I replied absently, my thoughts suddenly a more pressing notion. “Do what you must to ensure the safety of Montfort and Stowmarket.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“My dear Gyda,” I continued nervously “I know this is extremely hasty, and very forward, but,” at this point I knelt, “would you consider taking my hand in marriage.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I had not planned to ask for her hand in this way, but circumstances had changed since I first thought about marrying a woman I had not met. Originally I had sought an alliance to strengthen my lands and my standing in court, but in the few weeks of travel that we had had together I must admit I developed an affection for Gyda that I had not expected. With my imminent departure and several suitors waiting in the wings who had tried to court her officially I decided that I did not want to lose her.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I offered my right hand to her, expecting her to at best postpone an engagement until we had had more time together. She gazed upon me for what seemed an eternity. What a fool I was to blurt out such a request! Melodramatically she looked away from my pleading face for a moment before turning once more to face me. Looking straight into my eyes she clasped my hand between both of hers and said, “Gerard, it is with a joyful heart that I accept your proposal.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Typical of our whirlwind romance we only managed a few more moments alone to bask in our joint happiness before Morgan pounded on the door. “Gerard are you coming?” he called. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Y[COLOR=White]es!“ I paused as I fumbled from Gyda’s grasp, “Yes indeed.” [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=White] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=White]The pair of us quickly achieved an appropriate level of presentation and I opened the door to show Gyda out. “Thank you Lady Gyda for your concerns. Your thoughts are much appreciated.” I said, although my eyes and hers lingered before she turned away and walked off in the direction of her lodgings.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=White] [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=White]A few hours later we stood in the very same clearing where Gyda and I had lunched on pheasant, bread and cheese. The silver orb lay in the center and[/COLOR] the liquid mirror hovered above it, rippling in the breeze that gusted through the trees.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The others were arguing about how we should best proceed, as I absently watched a leaf twist and turn on the wind. It struck the mirror, and passed straight through the other side where it fell to the ground. I mentioned this to Moxadder, who happen to be close by and also ignoring the heated discussion.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He picked up a small stone and threw it through the mirror. The stone did as the leaf before it, and passed straight through.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We interrupted the others to share our finding, and then they, taking the new information on board, continued to bicker.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder, fed up, wandered off. Minutes later he returned holding a wriggling rabbit by its long feet. He walked purposefully toward the mirror. Immediately realizing his intent I made haste to take shelter behind a tree outside of the clearing. The others, seeing my movement and then Moxadder, reasoned as I had and followed suit. Argonne’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, horrified as he realized his friends’ intent, but he said nothing as he too ran to hide.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The Irudeshian stopped several feet away from the artifact and set himself to throw the hapless bunny into it. He was not of course entirely fool hardy. I saw that his stance was more to the advantage of dodging any ill effect of his action than succeeding in his throw.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Swinging his right arm slowly back and forward, once, twice, on the third time his arm rocketed forward and he released the rabbit.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It flew through the air, squirming to get its feet beneath itself in preparation for a landing it did not know was never to come.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As the little creature hit the mirror, there was a massive boom so powerful that the grass in the clearing some twenty or more feet was flattened. The rabbit, was not so lucky. On contact it exploded. Small red and fluffy chunks of the unwitting animal showered the clearing. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder seemed unaffected by the result of his experiment. His throw had been much more than just that. He had used it as leverage to complete a standing somersault, in which he had twisted so that he landed with his back to the mirror. His feet had struck the ground even as the rabbit touched the liquid surface.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As he landed he launched into a diving tumbled that managed to take him just outside of the blasts effect. It was definitely the most remarkable maneuver that I had seen him perform, other than his inexplicable climb to the ceiling when we had fought the ghost.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He had proved a point, much to Argonne’s anguish. Living things seemed to trigger the blast.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Once again we began to argue as to the importance of this, and slowly the argument changed to thoughtful discussion Kuruul broke with tradition and proved to be surprisingly helpful. He had transformed from his normal vicious dog like appearance and into his other form; that of a horrible deformed goblin. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“May I have one of your magical elixir’s?” he asked of Morgan. During our travels we had picked up a great many potions and droughts along with more noteworthy items like my sword. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Morgan dug into his pack and fished one out. Checking the label to ensure that it was not one of his more valuable vials, he threw it to Kuruul.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Kuruul caught it, quickly wrapped it in a strip of cloth, then took two steps before launching it into the reflective liquid. Like the inanimate leaf and stone before it fell through the other side and fell on the grass. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He collected it and unwrapped the cloth that had protected it from breakage and said to me, “Gerard, perhaps you could tell us whether the elixir still has mystic properties?”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I shrugged, muttered the same incantation that I had used over the corpse of Irviel and said, “No, it has none that I can detect.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“As I thought.” Said Kuruul smugly. And with that he transformed once again into a hound and ambled off to a nearby tree, cocked his hind leg and relieved himself.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Instantly annoyed at the self satisfied mongrel, I curbed my frustrations and concentrated on what his experiment had proved.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We now had two pieces of vital information. The first was that living creatures could not pass through the mirror without it being affected by the deadly sonic burst. The second was that things with magical properties were stripped of their powers when they tried to pass through it.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Argonne and I came to the same conclusion at once. We spoke over each in earnest to explain what it meant.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The Fastendian woman disguised as Irviel had merely been a pawn. She had been provided the magics to mask herself and commit her foul deed by the very foe that all Fastendians fought against, the Dominion. The poor girl had never been meant to escape. Their wicked plan was to have her assassinate the King and, in the course of her escape, use the mirror to flee. There was no doubt that she had been told that the mirror was a magical means of transporting herself to another place. Her masters had intended that she step into the mirror and in doing so her sorcererous disguise would be stripped from her and the resulting eruption of sound would kill her.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The result would be that a dead Fastendian woman would be found and all would assume that the Fastness had assassinated the King. This would no doubt bring war between the two allies, and allow the Dominion to watch while each weakened the other.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was a cunning and masterful stratagem. What they did not count on was the desperate tackle of Morgan and the swift vengeance of the Hydra. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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