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Post by Glenawing on Sept 12, 2010 18:30:37 GMT -5
Glenawing
He looked at Dinma, "Dinma you that even abusing your servants is against the law?" he looked at the blond haired girl, "You also know even the brother of the Mighty King can be trialed and be fined or even jailed for an offense?"
He walked around Dinma, "I'm going to have my men talk to some of the servants around here and make sure you haven't done anything to harm them and you won't stop me as you most likely haven't done anything wrong?" he looked to his men and nodded and they dispersed to find every slave in the mansion.
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Post by Narimya on Sept 12, 2010 18:38:36 GMT -5
A freind of my father was here and even though I heard Dinma reply to him, "None of them will speak against me, young man. And you cannot touch me at all. You are mistaken." It was Dinma who was wrong. Though I was supposed to be free, I was still one of them. And it was more than likely that if I was asked anything, that I would certainly tell the truth. There were marks on my back and anywhere else hidden by my clothes from years of servitude.
I smiled though as I headed towards where I knew the gates were. I would not be returning again to the estate, no matter what he threatened me with. Elves were here. Full blooded elves too. Freinds of my father and my mother as well. They knew i was here.
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Post by Glenawing on Sept 12, 2010 18:59:41 GMT -5
Glenawing
Glenawing chuckled and looked at him, "You don't know who I am do you well ask your pitifull of a brother of how I defeated him." he paused, "And don't even think about sending your men after me as I have allies here who you do not know of and they can easily destroy you and your petty forces."
He began to walk away and before he left the room he turned, "Also do not belive that if you your self attack me that you will indeffinately live through it now then I shall take your leave"
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Post by Narimya on Sept 13, 2010 17:26:57 GMT -5
Okay so I knew a freind was in town, I knew Lord Dinma Marcos could do nothing about that seeing as my father was one of the other lords and had possibly sent Glenawing here to search for me. How long my father had taken to figure out that I might be here was something of a bother to Dinma. He knew that I had been found so there was nothing he knew that he could do to keep me here.
But what was taking Glenawing so long in the main hall?
"Glenawing where are you?" I muttered. I knew that he would come eventually.
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Post by Glenawing on Sept 14, 2010 18:28:50 GMT -5
Glenawing
Glenawing walked out with hsi friends and men falling in behind him, hands on their swords ready to fight for their lives for glen and Gem if needed. Glen was tense and he spotted the blond girl waiting, he raised an eyebrow, "Do you need any help Miss?" he stoped in front of her wndering who she was.
He kept one hand on the pommel of the sword waiting for an answer. He gripped his pommel tightly causing his wrist and hand to turn white, then he whispered, "You seem familier do I know you by any chance?" he wondered who she could be.
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Post by Narimya on Sept 14, 2010 18:40:28 GMT -5
"You do know me, Glenawing. You're one of the gaurds in my fathers town, Ciarbera. I am the daughgter of your lord, Zelphar Nightstar. Gem Hawksong, is my name."
I smiled. "I recognised you the moment you entered that room behind me." I knew that I had grown up a lot since he had last seen me, but I was still that same girl, if not a little worse for wear and what not.
"It is me you search for is it not? Father knows I was here, I saw my mother, Head Rider Luara, the other day."
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Post by gartogirl on Sept 14, 2010 18:43:44 GMT -5
Javrena
The blond girl cheerily nodded to several of her friends, who were standing, staring with open mouths, shock and horror written on their faces. If truth were told, she felt like they looked herself, and, if she knew Jeb, he felt the same way.
They were currently bound, hands behind their backs, with some very tough rope.
Dinma wouldn't be happy. Not happy at all.
They'd practically ruined one of the city's squares. Most interestingly, this time they had NOT been trying to do anything of the sort. As it had happened, and, as both of them had tried to explain to the ashy-faced guards, Javrena had just gotten back with a pack full of herbs, that were highly volatile, and Jeb, not knowing this, had taken her pack -- which he often did -- and tried throwing it into the well. Which he often did.
Sadly, the contents of the pack hadn't agreed with his prank, and had blown up, quite fantastically, setting off several of the snares and traps the two had laid out in the process. The resulting damages were quite... Impressive, to say the least.
The two were frogmarched into Dinma's office, both looking rather nonchalant, giving the guards as many problems as possible, before getting shoved into the room.
"Well hello! Lovely day for a bomb or two, right?" Jeb asked, sounding as insolent as ever.
Javrena grinned a bit, then followed his lead. "Oh yes, excellent timing. I've always thought that after a bit of wet things, like the floor, there should be something nice and hot." she said, an underlying joke about the fiasco during the Riders' visit in her words and tone.
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Post by Glenawing on Sept 14, 2010 18:45:40 GMT -5
Glenawing
He raised an eyebrow, "First I was never a gaurd" he said distainfully, "Third I'm not here on your father's orders but my King and Queen's, your father might have told them to send someone to retrive you but he didn't send me directly." he paused, "I only stayed in Ciabre for a year after well you disapeared then I moved to the capital of the elves as my father was the head General anway, how do I truely know you are who state you are?" he looked at her slightly suspiscous, he moved his left hand to his dagger in case he needed a weapon faster then a blade.
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Post by Narimya on Sept 14, 2010 18:51:38 GMT -5
"If I know one thing, it is the that the royal family have a particular tattoo on their shoulders and neck that is not artificial like those of the humans around us. they're born with it."
I shifted the back of the neckline of my tunic, then turned my back to him. there on my shoulderblades and base of my neck, was the gold and purple spiralling that only the highborn were born with.
"It's not artificial, Glenawing."
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Post by Glenawing on Sept 14, 2010 19:01:25 GMT -5
Glenawing
Glenawing he nodded as he saw the tattoo, "it really is you," he smiled and gave her a hug, "Welcome back now your coming with me and staying with me until we have permission from the King and Queen and your parents to leave from here."
"Do you know of anyother elves in the town I know a few who are undercover who are here under my control I will contact them if we need help or if we are in dire need." he began to walk foward, "Let's go I don't want Dinma to make a move or try to do anything to hurt you or me."
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Post by Narimya on Sept 14, 2010 19:05:05 GMT -5
"He's already hurt me enough, Glenawing. And it took you long enough to beleive who I said I was."
I laughed though. I knew when he hugged me though that my back hurt me, and badly. I knew my face gave that away.
It had been only a day since he'd last whipped me, and the cuts were still raw. They had not healed as well as they should have yet. My skin was too used to being that way though.
"You don't even know the half half of what i have been though, Glenawing."
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Post by gartogirl on Sept 14, 2010 19:27:06 GMT -5
Jebidiah
The brown-haired boy started tapping his foot impatiently, his bright eyes roaming the room in search of something better to do. The ropes binding his hands were chafing his wrists, and he wistfully thought of his kitchen knife, now tucked inside a rough bundle with Javrena's bow. The one she'd likely use to beat the guards over the head with when they got out of this mess.
If they ever did...
He sighed, shook his head a bit, then returned to wandering the room with his eyes, not wanting those thoughts to boil up out of the pit of despair. His usually cheery face, with a mischievous grin was gone, replaced by determination, annoyance, and a slight recklessness that spoke of a rogue in captivity.
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Post by Glenawing on Sept 14, 2010 19:33:43 GMT -5
Glenawing
Glenawing sighed and put his hand on her cheak, "I'll have a healer, one of our own help you they will get trid of the scars and wounds, Dinma will pay personally for this, he will learn that we full blooded elves are not only miths but alive and well and we will straike back at the cowordly king and his ignorant nobles."
He heard a slight tapping noise and raised an eyebrow, "Somone else is here I guess captive to, I'll be back Gem you go with my men here to the tavern we all stay at," he handed a bag of money, "Get some new clothes and whatever else you need or want."
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Post by Narimya on Sept 15, 2010 3:32:57 GMT -5
"I worry though. No doubt he will have figured out whats going on if I turned out to be one of the Rider's daughters." I sighed. "And, you know I am not a full blooded elf either, my father's human remember?"
Not that his side of the family showed in my appearance. It was rather obvious that I had elves in me. I still was an elf, though I knew there were some quirks about me that were not purely elven. I was slowly eliminating those though, and I was becoming more like an elf as the way went by.
Things could easily go bad though.
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