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Postby Edmund/Gillian » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:00 pm

Elias turned his head in answer, when Ronan spoke, snapping his eyes off Katherine. "What?" he asked, bewildered. A letter? At first Elias thought Ronan was still talking about Katherine, and he thoroughly confused. Had she sent him a letter? And if so, why did Ronan know about it already? Had they in fact arrived together, and Ronan simply hadn't mentioned it?

But looking at Ronan, he realized that this was a new question, that his friend was simply carrying on despite the newcomer's entrance into the room. He shook his head and shrugged. "No, I don't think so... From who?"

He turned to his desk, all set to indicate that there was nothing there, where a letter would most likely end up. He stopped abruptly, however, as he himself noticed the crumpled envelope that was lying there, along with the two bottles, on an otherwise empty table.

"Oh," he said quietly, picking it up. He supposed he must have accepted it the evening before, though he didn't really remember. It was clearly addressed to him, in bold, somewhat embellished script:

LORD ELIAS ADRIC

He flipped it over to find nothing on the back, and then couldn't help glancing up at his sister, knowing she would understand full-well why he probably couldn't remember something from the night before. He turned it over again in his hands and looked up at Ronan, showing him.

"Well, yes, it seems I did receive one. But this isn't your writing. I don't know who this is from."
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Kaye » Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:59 am

He had seen wars. He had been in battles. But for some reason, the tension mounting in the room at the moment was almost more then he could stand. Elias could not have looked at his sister with more discontent and if Kat was any quieter Ronan would have mistaken her for a statue and passed her by without a second glance.

Ronan shook his head. The letter was not anything he knew in intimate detail, but he had heard rumors. Unsettling rumors that made him turn away from his current duties to fly to the other end of the empire just to come and see his old childhood friend that he had not spoken to in years. No, the letter was not important at all...right...

"If what I heard was true, it is from a very high-ranking official. Some even said it was from the king himself, but there is only one way to learn." He nodded to the letter, which was settled innocently on Elias' desk. Ronan knew better, though. It was almost as if the parchment had started to smoke at the seams, threatening to blow a hole into the building and their very lives.

Ronan licked his lips and nodded to teh letter again. "Go ahead and open it Elias. See what it is." Hopefully he had flown the entire length of the country for no reason. Hopefully.
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Mari » Wed Mar 23, 2011 2:10 am

She was stunned by his visitor, but even more so by his formal (and curt) address. It appeared he still hadn't forgiven her, at least for now. But she hadn't expected him to. Words were harsh, and often cut deeper wounds than one might have intended. Especially when one intends to cut deeply in the first place.

She met his steely gaze and held it firmly, just for a moment, trying to express a softness without surrender to indicate that though she wasn't about to leave, she didn't wish to pick a fight. But the visitor requested her to stay, and she betrayed the smallest hint of relaxation- a sign that she had been ready for war or worse, with Elias as tiffed as he was. He offered her a seat and her response echoed with a sliver of the iciness he'd infused- again, she didn't want a fight. Just a bed. But her brother's coldness couldn't go unanswered. "I'll stand, but thank you."

The visitor, though... Ronan? Couldn't be! Not Ronan, the boy who'd often come up to play with Elias, Kat ever chasing after ruining up gown after gown in brambles and muddy puddles, much to their parents' (and the servants) disappointment. She hadn't know he was a dragon rider now... but then again, she hadn't kept up much with the "old crowd" these past few years. She had never much liked high society, and as the feeling appeared mutual, as soon as she was old enough they parted ways. Though she was still Lady Katherine Adric, there were few who would call her (or ever recognize her) as so. Here, discussing letters, were two.

Elias retrieved the mentioned letter from the desk and Kat noted the bottles it was crumpled between with disgust. His face screwed up slightly as his eyes focused slowly on it. Kat knew the look well. It was that of the morning after, of a sad man trying to piece together fuzzy slides of memory into a coherent narrative. A look her brother wore often, and a look she pitied him for. He glanced guiltily at her and she looked away quickly, hoping her face hadn't betrayed too much.

Elias didn't know the letter's contents, but by Ronan's speech it seemed he had some idea. "Ronan," she said dangerously, "do you know something my dear brother does not?" She crossed her arms defensively, suppressing a shiver as the cold, wet cotton stretched across her breast. She'd forgotten she was still soaked from the storm. Indeed, a glance downwards showed her dress was actually dripping. But Ronan was both wet and muddy, so she supposed she was at least better off than him. Were the letter not so intriguing now, not holding almost her full attention, she would be off for a warm bath. But what could the letter say?
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Edmund/Gillian » Wed Mar 23, 2011 1:34 pm

He understood little of Elias' cryptic words, so different from their earlier exchange of friendly greetings just a moment before. And yet still, so - Ronan. "What you heard?" Elias repeated, furrowing his brow and squinting down at the envelope again. How on earth would Ronan have 'heard' about Elias' incoming mail?

He flipped it over and slipped a finger into the corner, ripping it open without bothering to find a letter-opener. A high-ranking official? The king? He could not imagine. He would have been pleasantly intrigued, except that Ronan's tone and manner seemed to portend something other than pleasant, and it made Elias feel strangely nervous.

Upon thinking of this, he suddenly felt his heart skip in worry, when he stumbled on the thought that perhaps this was why Ronan had come at all. He still hadn't had a clear answer about the reason for this visit, which Elias had been foolish enough to assume was simply a visit. But for Ronan to travel so far, what if it had to do with what was written here? What could possibly bring this about?

Evidently, Katherine was having similar thoughts. Though there were about two years between them, they still sometimes seemed to think like twins, whether they wanted to or not. Elias, as it turned out, did not want to, and in fact hurried to empty the envelope, ostentatiously fearless of what he might find.

No longer looking up at anyone in the room, Elias reached in and slid the contents into his hand. On top there were a couple of folded sheets. Underneath, he felt another size and texture of paper in his hands. He turned the small pile over, curiously, and examined it. After a second, he let out a laugh in disbelief, a sound that did not seem altogether comfortable.

"Why, this is truly curious!" he exclaimed, and on his face began the incredulous smile of someone in that uncomfortable grey area just before he's sure whether or not it's all a joke. Holding the yet-unread sheets of paper in one hand, he held out a small flat square to Ronan.

"Besides the letter, there's another envelope in here," he said. "And it's addressed to you."
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Kaye » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:41 pm

Ronan did his best to ignore both of them. Their hard stares, cold eyes glaring at one another from across the room, was starting to put him on edge. He had been trained to keep objective and not let his emotions get in the way. Not that he had many at the moment to begin with. This was his old village, a past life in some far-distant memory that made it impossible to feel too much connection. Nothing but some good and a lot of bad had happened here and he had never thought he would come back.

Until now.

He watched as Elias opened the letter, lovingly, almost as if it carried his death warrent inside--which it very well could have. There were some strange rumors flying around the lands. Whispers of some uprising in the East. There were even threats of a civil war that was preparing to spark into a full-blown fire. Ronan knew better. The civil war that was no more then whispers here was in full effect in the East. It had gone from two ideologies clashing with each other to communities, and before anyone knew it there were battles breaking out.

But everything was fine here, from what he could see. It was amazing how different it was here, now that he was back. It was quiet, peaceful, not sign of disturbance other then Elias' overpowering stench of stale alcohol and Kat's withering stare. And if those were the biggest problems here he would cound them as blessed.

And then things got even more intriguing.

Frowning, Ronan reached out and took the letter. Sure enough, there it was, his name, written in neat writing and looking very official. He shook his head as Kat demanded him to tell her if there was something he knew that her brother didn't, not because he did not know, but because he wanted to be sure that his guess was not wrong. A sense of forboding came over him as he slowly turned it over and tore the seal. He extracted the letter, which was short and very simple. Clear orders, ones that he could not disobey without dire consequences.

He sighed heavily, looking up from the parchment. "What does yours say, Elias?"
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Edmund/Gillian » Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:35 pm

Elias watched Ronan open the envelope he had handed him. From Ronan's expression, it did not appear to be a joke at all. Elias partly expected Ronan to extract another, even smaller envelope when he opened it, like something from an absurd children's fairy tale. Instead, his friend pulled out a single page, and read it quickly, followed by a sigh.

Elias hesitated a moment, struck by the grave tone in Ronan's question, before opening the two small sheets, and beginning to read slowly.

"Lord Adric," he said aloud. "Be informed that the king is dead tonight..."

Hear he stopped, and went utterly silent. He looked up at Ronan again, and, he couldn't help it, at his sister. Receiving no encouragement, he turned his eyes back down. He continued to read silently. But as he did, he began to turn pale.

Our revolution has been victorious, and we now declare this kingdom officially our own. As a member of a class that is to exist no more, you are, as of this day, no longer welcome in our land. The property you now occupy belongs to the people, and to them it shall be returned. Being the last surviving member of the Adric family, your departure shall also signify that any inheritance that has hereto been assigned to you shall now be legally public property.

"Ronan," he said softly, though he did not take his eyes from the page, skimming even as he spoke. "What is this?"

We are not in the interest of shedding blood for blood’s sake," he read on, turning to the next page. "For this reason, we hereby extend to you an offer and command to leave this kingdom peacefully, within twelve hours of this letter’s delivery. If, after these twelve hours, you are found by any of those loyal to our cause, to remain in our land, you may expect no protection from us.

Stamped by the Government of the New Order.


A stamp indeed followed, a symbol he only partly recognized. It was based on the king's seal, but had clearly been altered. Below the stamp, though, there followed a short stack of extra lines of text, written in a different hand and a different ink.

Enclosed, find a sealed note, to be passed on in the event that the addressee is in your presence. It comes from one who knows him well and has guessed his movements. Instructions are clear.

His eyes flicked up to the top of the page again, and skimmed down once more from there. He halted a moment, on the words saying he was the last of the Adric family, and scanned for any mention of Katherine. There was nothing. Had she received a letter too? Surely not, if they believed he was the last. Somehow they didn't know. But two out of three of those present in the room were addressed in this letter. He turned and held out the letter to Ronan, but his fingers held it tightly.

"Give me yours," he said, holding out his other hand emptily. Though his face was pale, Elias' voice was firm, and the words he spoke were forceful.
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Kaye » Thu Mar 31, 2011 2:18 pm

Ronan could not believe it. For nearly twenty years the civil war had been raging, and there had not been a clear end in sight. He had served in the war under the king, so he knew about the Resistance and their chief goals. They were unhappy with taxes and the way the king had been running the country, but that was a given. No one was ever perfectly happy, but then the underground resistance formed an alliance and after that war broke out, and a bloodier war Ronan did not know of.

He was faithful to the king. He did not always agree with the aging man's plans or tactics, but he trusted him and for Ronan that was what had mattered. He had been in the king's presence, been trained under him to serve him, and though he did not view him as a friend, Ronan did look up to the man.

So when Elias read the beginning of the letter Ronan felt his stomach disappear.

"Dead?" he whispered, hardly daring to believe it. When Ronan had left the king had been in perfect health! A little tired, but he had a country to run and a war to contain! His death was not something that had just happened...Ronan refused to believe that. The king had always had guards around him, other riders that had their own dragons to personally protect him at all hours. Now the Resitance was taking control and making a new government, and it just reeked of foul play...

Anger started to burn in his heart, replacing the numb disbelief from a moment before. He did not look up but stared at the floor as if it had done him some great personal injustice, images of flying back to the king's court and demanding to know what had happened, of killing any of the Resistance there whether he made it through or not...Justice would have to be done for this. Someone was to be held accountable for this atrocity.

Ronan blinked out of his dark thoughts and looked back up at Elias. Without a word, Ronan handed over his letter, knowing that the other two would have to know what it said sooner or later.
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Edmund/Gillian » Thu Mar 31, 2011 5:45 pm

Elias snatched the letter from his friend's hand, watching his eyes for any sign of what he was thinking or feeling. He could not read them, though, and flipped open the paper. It was short, to the point, and different from what Elias had thought it would be. Checking the seal, he didn't recognize it at all. He looked back up at Ronan, meeting his eyes once more, and nodded understanding, before gently placing the note back on the table and sliding it over to him.

"Who sent it, then?" he asked, tiredly. "Do you know? It said it was someone who knew you," he added, indicating the last line of his own letter, and then handing the whole thing over to Ronan to read. "Was it the same person who sent this? Or was it intercepted?"

He turned, then, to his sister, giving Ronan a chance to read in peace. "Well, I haven't heard a thing from you," he said, his tone changing as if the other subject was finished. Perhaps he only wished it was. "Come on, what are you doing here? To what do I owe this occasion? Huh?"
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Re: Post for the Oldbies - Anyone free to join :)

Postby Mari » Sun May 08, 2011 10:42 pm

The king... is... dead....

The words echoed through her head, ringing from temple to temple, never really registering. The king couldn't be dead. Shouldn't be dead. That wasn't the plan. It never was the plan. Except for Tomas...

She swore internally, knowing exactly what must have happened. A coup within a coup- the Resistance had been overthrown by its more radical wing, led by Tomas Thatcher. A rabble-rouser who fancied himself a dictator, and who saw the Resistance's causes as a useful excuse. She had seen through him on their first meeting, but Kat was unusually shrewd when it came to determining the true intentions of others.

Elias didn't read the rest of the letter aloud and she was curious as to its contents, but they were both curiouser still at Ronan's communique. And at his presence, as a matter of fact. He was here because the letter was here, she was positive. This was no coincidence. But before she could ask the question, it was asked of her.

"I was just travelling through, and the road is closed. Because you closed it," she added coldly. "But if the king is dead, maybe my presence here is better chance that either of us could have foreseen. What does the rest of the letter say? And yours, Ronan?" She couldn't hide the urgency in her voice. Because if the king really was dead, and Tomas really was in charge, they were all in more danger than they could possibly imagine.
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Postby Edmund/Gillian » Tue May 10, 2011 4:16 pm

Just traveling through. He didn't know how much he believed that. She had been gone a long time, without any trace or sign. Was she really in the habit of 'traveling through' their old town, as casually as that? It was like encountering one of the nomads from the exotic south hills walking along on the street, and having him answer that he was 'just going for a stroll'. It didn't fit. It was curious, but he didn't care to press her any further. It would only result in a show of wills on both sides, and neither was likely to give up without pushing back like a ram for a good long time.

Elias looked over at Ronan, who was holding both letters at this point, and could answer Katherine's question better than he himself could. He had no idea what she meant, when she said that if the king was dead it was lucky that she was here. He didn't exactly scoff - it was frankly too absurd a statement to scoff - but his expression was one of surprise that she (or anyone) would say such a thing. Then again, all he knew was that she had become lost to the years, somewhere away from this town, and beyond that he honestly couldn't say what she had been doing. Put simply, he honestly didn't know who she was now.

All eyes were on Ronan. But before he could answer any of them, there was a knock, and Elias turned around quickly to see the curtain over the doorway sweep aside again, as a well-dressed servant entered. In response to Elias' glare, the man spoke up. "Er, shall I bring in a supper for your guests, Sir?"

It took Elias a moment to acclimatize himself to the notion that this servant was coming in from a household still completely ignorant of what was going on in the study. He (along with the rest of the working help in the house) had no notion in his head of letters and kings and revolutionaries, anymore than Elias himself had a few minutes ago. For them, it was as though everything were exactly the same. And so he came in with the trivial matter of an early morning meal for the two guests in the study. But then again, Elias thought - but then again, perhaps this wasn't so trivial. Perhaps it was really all he had, and perhaps it would not last long.

"Yes. Yes, do... Tell me, did you bring me a letter last night?" he asked pointedly.

The servant seemed overly insistent to say he had. It was not the first time he had been accused of forgetting to do something because Elias hadn’t been in a state to remember it. "Sir, I did - last night, I delivered it into your lordship's very own hands, but I regret to say my presence was no longer wished for after that, and so I can't say precisely where your lordship put the letter after--"

('My presence was no longer wished for' - Elias remembered the similar phrase from the letter itself, and it made his heart begin to race. Is that what this was? Was he himself being dismissed, like a servant whose job was done?)

"What time did you bring it to me?" he asked the servant, cutting him off as he spoke.

"It was coming close to 1 o'clock in the morning, Sir."

"And what time is it now?"

"A little after 6 am."

"That will do."

He turned and rested his hands on his desk, completely absorbed in himself. "5 hours, then" he said out loud, from within his own little world. "Maybe a little bit more than that, but hardly. And the letter offered 12 hours to leave. Did you deliver it directly after you received it?" he called over his shoulder, but when he turned he found the dismissed servant had slipped out already. "He must have. It can't have been delivered much before midnight, so let's say 6 hours."

When he turned back to Ronan and Katherine, there was cold fire back in his eyes, something many people in the town knew well. His face was resolved, but anything but calm.

"My friends, this is still my house. Both of you are my guests. You are tired from your journeys I'm sure, and I will not be an ungracious host. I will call for supper to be served -" he paced to a hanging bell-cord and tugged it down roughly, "hot water to be drawn, and private quarters to be prepared. You are still in a Lord’s manor, and I will have no mistake made about that." He turned to the servant who entered, the same one as before, who looked more nervous than frustrated to be called back, but hid it professionally. "Open the two oak-paneled rooms," he dictated to him. "Each with a bath, and a view of the city. Have a hot meal prepared to be brought to each as well, and return here to let my guests know when they are ready for them. Spare nothing in expense, and post someone at each bell, ready to answer any wish either of them might have. Promptly now, go."

As soon as the servant had gone, he turned and crossed back to Ronan and Katherine - drunk again, but not from drink this time. "I am Lord here still," he said sharply and insistently, as if it was not his friend and his sister to whom he was speaking, but the very writers of the letter themselves. "Six hours are left me here, by right, and I will take them. I don't know what is to happen after that, but until then this manor is at your disposal, and every amenity therein. Enjoy everything you wish here, take what clothes you wish, what food you wish, wander freely; anything there is, is at your disposal. I'll be back here by eleven this morning. Then we can talk. For now," his voice broke, only barely noticeably, "be happy. As fully as befits this house and this station. Eleven. I'll have the bells wrung."

This said, he turned and walked to the door, and did not look back. He tossed the curtain aside in one brush, and his footsteps were heard echoing down the hall before the door clanged shut behind him and the room was silent.

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