Stolen Treasure [One Post]
Jul 29, 2018 13:14:19 GMT -5
Post by William St. Germaine on Jul 29, 2018 13:14:19 GMT -5
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That night he had walked with his daughter. Spending the time before her birthday with her, like he did with all of his children. Though he had tried to draw out the time with his slow walk, they had reached her room far too quickly. He had Eloise a kiss on the cheek good night an left to walk down the halls to his own room, humming a light tune of a lullaby his baby had loved as girl. He'd retire to his own bedchambers. He had to get an early start to his day.
The next morning saw him sitting at the head of a long dining room table within the dining hall. His entire family gathered around, eagerly awaiting breakfast. Well, not everyone was gathered and some were still very blurry eyed from having to drag themselves here. But the king was a busy man and he had to have breakfast early so he could get some work done before the party that evening. And what a grand event it would be! His beloved wife sat next to him and he smiled warmly at her, squeezing the hand he held affectionately. A feeling of pride and love that filled his at seeing his children here today. A strong line of St. Germaine that would carry this kingdom into the future. But they were missing their guest of honor. No food could be served until she arrived. The cooks were eagerly awaiting. Worrying and fretting over the food they had been up all night preparing…
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This would have been what had happened, had Arasmus Nyler not stolen his precious flower. In fact. The king didn't even get to sleep. He was disturbed by a commotion outside and then a knock at his door. Couldn't he find a bit of peace? No, no he couldn't. He could sense the panic on the other side of the door before he opened it, causing him to grip the hilt of his sword. Lucky for him he hadn't been able to undress yet. "Who is it?" He called through the door. Vera, sensing something was wrong, rose from the bed, reaching for a dagger she kept in the drawer of her bedside-table as she hurried to hide within one of the armoires. He'd wait for her to get to safety before opening the door.
"It's your guard, Cory Davis, my lord. We have an emergency!" He recognized the voice. Though he hadn't paid them any mind tonight, he was very familiar with the men assigned to guard him. The door was flung open and he was greeted by the faces of his guards, and several other grim-faced officers. Instantly he knew something was wrong. "Sire, we are under attack." Anger flared within him at those words. How dare anyone attack his kingdom, his palace! "By who?" He boomed as he sensed Vera extracting herself from her hiding place. Her efforts shielded by the great door as she quietly grabbed a robe and covered herself before joining her husband at the door. "The Left Hand, sir." Fore who else could have raised the undead?
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The entire palace had been shaken to its core. Reeling from the attack. No one had suspected that the rebel group known as The Left Hand possessed such a powerful mage among their ranks. But the attack and loss of life was not what had the king in such a dangerous mood. He had the imposing figure of an enraged dragon. A dark stormcloud of destruction as he hunched over his desk. Papers, maps, and the like spread out upon it. "I want them found." He growled. A low lionlike sound. "I want every last one of them dead, their filthy next burned. Eloise will be returned to Khandor." To He'd seen Arasmus burned at a stake. But only after he had watched his entire family die.
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]That night he had walked with his daughter. Spending the time before her birthday with her, like he did with all of his children. Though he had tried to draw out the time with his slow walk, they had reached her room far too quickly. He had Eloise a kiss on the cheek good night an left to walk down the halls to his own room, humming a light tune of a lullaby his baby had loved as girl. He'd retire to his own bedchambers. He had to get an early start to his day.
The next morning saw him sitting at the head of a long dining room table within the dining hall. His entire family gathered around, eagerly awaiting breakfast. Well, not everyone was gathered and some were still very blurry eyed from having to drag themselves here. But the king was a busy man and he had to have breakfast early so he could get some work done before the party that evening. And what a grand event it would be! His beloved wife sat next to him and he smiled warmly at her, squeezing the hand he held affectionately. A feeling of pride and love that filled his at seeing his children here today. A strong line of St. Germaine that would carry this kingdom into the future. But they were missing their guest of honor. No food could be served until she arrived. The cooks were eagerly awaiting. Worrying and fretting over the food they had been up all night preparing…
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This would have been what had happened, had Arasmus Nyler not stolen his precious flower. In fact. The king didn't even get to sleep. He was disturbed by a commotion outside and then a knock at his door. Couldn't he find a bit of peace? No, no he couldn't. He could sense the panic on the other side of the door before he opened it, causing him to grip the hilt of his sword. Lucky for him he hadn't been able to undress yet. "Who is it?" He called through the door. Vera, sensing something was wrong, rose from the bed, reaching for a dagger she kept in the drawer of her bedside-table as she hurried to hide within one of the armoires. He'd wait for her to get to safety before opening the door.
"It's your guard, Cory Davis, my lord. We have an emergency!" He recognized the voice. Though he hadn't paid them any mind tonight, he was very familiar with the men assigned to guard him. The door was flung open and he was greeted by the faces of his guards, and several other grim-faced officers. Instantly he knew something was wrong. "Sire, we are under attack." Anger flared within him at those words. How dare anyone attack his kingdom, his palace! "By who?" He boomed as he sensed Vera extracting herself from her hiding place. Her efforts shielded by the great door as she quietly grabbed a robe and covered herself before joining her husband at the door. "The Left Hand, sir." Fore who else could have raised the undead?
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The entire palace had been shaken to its core. Reeling from the attack. No one had suspected that the rebel group known as The Left Hand possessed such a powerful mage among their ranks. But the attack and loss of life was not what had the king in such a dangerous mood. He had the imposing figure of an enraged dragon. A dark stormcloud of destruction as he hunched over his desk. Papers, maps, and the like spread out upon it. "I want them found." He growled. A low lionlike sound. "I want every last one of them dead, their filthy next burned. Eloise will be returned to Khandor." To He'd seen Arasmus burned at a stake. But only after he had watched his entire family die.
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