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 Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 7:29 pm
Aunfryn turned at the approach of her daughter, letting feeling creepy back into her limbs. The half-demon certainly had a paralysing effect. She found him to be an insufferable cretin, but his power and position could not be denied. He was the Chosen of Vhaeraun, and so commanded respect. Half-breed or not.
"She has given her orders," Aunfryn began. No doubt, the Matron had already pried the matter with Val'atar from her mind. There was nothing now to do but do as he bid, and scour the Cnawlen Pytt for information of on Chosen, starting with their information on his predecessors. It was something she had to do herself, unfortunately. There was no avoiding it. "Tell Velraen she is to take care of Mother in my stead."
Zilvvrae's gaze was curious -- she was too young to properly hide her emotions, and to someone able to clearly scrutinise the tiniest tics, it was an open book -- but Aunfryn dismissed her. The child also didn't look too happy about being shunted off as a messenger, but for once in her life she looked prepared to oblige.
"Yes, Aunfryn." She assented in a dreary deadpan, turning on her heel and leaving.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:55 am
No sound accompanied the arrival of Patron Druu'giir, one moment there was nothing but a dark corner in the main hall and then next Val'atar arose from the blackness, stepping onto the smoothly polished floor. His fierce ruby gaze took in the surroundings for a moment before he strode off to find Aunfryn, ordering the first servant he found to fetch her to him. Finding a library room nearby, he stepped within and after several moments glancing over the covers on one of the shelves, he chose a book and then sat down and awaited her arrival.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 6:36 am
The servant who returned to Ilhar Druu'giir was terrified, clutching a small pile of papers tied together with string. The compiled documents didn't warrant enough to deserve a proper case to collect them in. There was a vacant look in his eyes as he approached the half-breed, his gaze bored into the rock past the towering figure. He held out the papers reverentially, his hands shaking so hard the small pile hissed as the papers rattled.
"Malla Ilhar, Keeper Aunfryn is indisposed with other duties. She instructed that should you come, I give you these. And this." A small envelope was place carefully on top of the pile, set atop the blank parchment that thinly shielded the pages below from prying eyes.
Within the envelope was a small card with a scrawled note in the delicate, spidery hand of Aunfryn.
Ilhar,
Information concerning religion is hard to obtain. All cultures guard the secrets of their deities jealously, and the gods are even harder to read.
Concerning the matter you inquired after, even we could obtain limited information. Most are simply old legends and tales about historic figures who were thought or known to be such individuals. The diluted facts are at the back. This is all I have for you.
Your servant.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:27 am
Recieving the papers, Val'atar opened the note and read its spidery scrawl. After a moment, he tucks it along with the papers into his cloak where they seems to vanish. His gaze lifts to the servant and he extends his hand, now holding a brightly colored emerald about the length of his fingers and half as wide.
"You will tell Aunfryn that I appreciate her work and her silence on the matter. If she has anything she needs, she is free to contact me."
Placing the gem into the hand of the servant, Ilharn Druu'giir faces the other way and strides back into the darkened corner from whence he had come.. vanishing into its shadowed embrace.
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