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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:52 pm
❝ Guarded Hearts ❞
▫ WHERE ▫
Anica, in the country of Shyregoed, in which Theo tracks down a distraught Elsie.
▫ WHO ▫
Mister Theodore Lucas and Miss Elsie Crane, accompanied by a plague-ridden ring named Ophelia and a deathly cup of coffee named Noel. (played by Rown & haliekins)
▫ WHEN ▫
Early in the morning, just past eight o'clock. The weather is gray and overcast; although no rain or snow has fallen, the air is bitingly cold. The Prompt The Fellowship of the Mages
Mages, Fellowship loyals, practitioners...
"Protect"
Dear Mages, the Fellowship is now facing a time of great hardship... the Grand Magus' brutal death in Queen Valhalla's own hands have resulted in the unease of many in Shyregoed and beyond. The controversy over Benedicta Waldgrave's death have left many Fellowship members into leaving their faction to go off to their own devices, and many of the people in Shyregoed have been rioting the Mage bases in search of ambiguous answers.
Protect all Fellowship sanctions across Panymium and spread the news of the Fellowship's still good name, and protect the innocent and those you can with the Magic you have been blessed with.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:59 pm
The times were dangerous, and Theo's habit of waking before the sun was making itself known in the worst extremes in response. With the murder of the Grand Magus still fresh in the minds of Shyregoedians and his master telling him that constant vigilance is what was needed at the time, the former priest was finding it hard to sleep outside of a few fitful hours. It had been so one morning where he had happened to hear footsteps echoing in the halls before any kind of light had started to creep over the horizon, and he had looked just in time to see Elsie hustling around the corner and out of sight, donning the clothing of a traveler. It was partially out of curiosity and partially out of suspicion that he followed her.. and perhaps a marginal bit of concern as well. He still felt a great deal of residual guilt over their last two encounters, but that was not enough to dissuade him from the fact that something seemed horribly amiss about the girl running away from the Northern Base in the middle of the night.
At a time when Grimms and Mages were the subjects of arrests and riots, a girl who certainly qualified as one of those was not safe in the streets of Shyregoed. He had to find out why she had fled. Had she received a letter as he had? It was nothing but silly propaganda; the most unnerving thing was how this mysterious writer had known both of his past and the fact that he kept a Plague, but he was not unnerved. Not yet, anyway.
Theo had dressed quickly and had a small travel pack at the ready. Ophelia roused as soon as he began milling about the room, and he took advantage of this by asking her to take down a note of absence for both Lady Sage and his apothecary master, seeing as she had a much steadier hand than his own atrophied ones. He gave no real explanation as to why he had to leave but he carried a hurried manner about his person. The Excito watched him with suspicion in her eyes and voiced her demand to come with him, but he quickly dismissed the suggestion. It was too dangerous, he said, and Ophelia's gaze was smoldering. The bell Excito lay with eyes closed in their basket, still undisturbed by the late-night conversation - or rather too scared of what the ring Plague would do to them should she know they were really listening. With the notes written, Theo bid Ophelia goodbye and asked her to keep an eye on the bells as he turned to leave. The ring gave the bells a withering look over her shoulder before she grabbed onto Theo's bag as he closed the door behind him, settling herself unknown into the confines.
A few days of travel by horse-drawn carriage had gotten him as far as the nearest large city, Avina. Elsie's footprints had led him so far, only to get muddled by the prints of travelers, so he had to rely on his intuition. He only hoped he was right. She was here in Avina somewhere, and Theo was going to knock some sense into that silly girl. Ophelia, for her part, remained nestled in his bag. She wanted to ride proudly on his shoulder, nestled against his neck as she had done during their last visit to Colwe, but it was only because Theo required the utmost secrecy towards his identity now that she stayed hidden. The Plague had a lingering sense of suspicion though - it was not like her Master to do things spur of the moment.
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