Post by Arakad Thorn on Jan 17, 2010 4:50:00 GMT -5
Quietly the stale air rustled the dead grass outside the stronghold. His ward, Layre had just been laid to bed in the master suite, the child whose soul he had claimed placed in her room.
Now the Dark Knight, the Knight Eternal, sat at the desk within the library flipping through an untranslated tome as he struggled to make sense of the gargish jumble. Frustrated the man tossed the book heavily against the rock wall, the enchanted defenses giving a visible force as the book hits it. He had worked these past two weeks in meditation and ritual forming the stones together, properly marking each one to defend against unwanted intruders.
Those mercury eyes glistened as the book fell harmlessly to the stone floor before he began to think back upon the conversation he held with Layre this night. Dauthi ... something would have to be done.
Pulling out a ink well and quill he began to jot down the letter that would start the ordeal. Or end it.
To the Lord of House Dauthi
Lord Clive Dauthi; I am Arakad, Lord of Umbra, Lord of Karnaugh. Seek an audience at your earliest convenience. it will be a private affair and I will be coming alone. You may of course bring what guards and required flag carriers you wish, I do not seek a confrontation but a conversation.
Should you agree bring me word of a time you are prepared and we shall hold our meet at the Deuces Inn.
Lord Arakad Thorn.
Sealing the letter shut with the wax stamp of entwined black thorns, he looks to the purring Vollum that slept to his side. A harsh shove of his boot against the white feathers of the cat like dragon. "Here ... fly to Lord Dauthi and make certain he gets this, promptly now."
A mutter escaping him as he watched Katana take hold of the letter in its feline jaws, and take flight out the balcony window.
"None threaten mine; its time to settle this before it gets out of hand." As the Meer stands tall making his way back up to the master bedroom.
Now the Dark Knight, the Knight Eternal, sat at the desk within the library flipping through an untranslated tome as he struggled to make sense of the gargish jumble. Frustrated the man tossed the book heavily against the rock wall, the enchanted defenses giving a visible force as the book hits it. He had worked these past two weeks in meditation and ritual forming the stones together, properly marking each one to defend against unwanted intruders.
Those mercury eyes glistened as the book fell harmlessly to the stone floor before he began to think back upon the conversation he held with Layre this night. Dauthi ... something would have to be done.
Pulling out a ink well and quill he began to jot down the letter that would start the ordeal. Or end it.
To the Lord of House Dauthi
Lord Clive Dauthi; I am Arakad, Lord of Umbra, Lord of Karnaugh. Seek an audience at your earliest convenience. it will be a private affair and I will be coming alone. You may of course bring what guards and required flag carriers you wish, I do not seek a confrontation but a conversation.
Should you agree bring me word of a time you are prepared and we shall hold our meet at the Deuces Inn.
Lord Arakad Thorn.
Sealing the letter shut with the wax stamp of entwined black thorns, he looks to the purring Vollum that slept to his side. A harsh shove of his boot against the white feathers of the cat like dragon. "Here ... fly to Lord Dauthi and make certain he gets this, promptly now."
A mutter escaping him as he watched Katana take hold of the letter in its feline jaws, and take flight out the balcony window.
"None threaten mine; its time to settle this before it gets out of hand." As the Meer stands tall making his way back up to the master bedroom.
