Post by Bella on Jan 9, 2005 22:10:56 GMT -5
The messenger child that had been sent with the letter personally written by the High Priestess of Tempus herself, stumbles over his steps. He felt as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and in no small way did he puff out his chest at being chosen to deliver such a message to of all people a Grand Duke of Ulster!
The boy had been addressed to go to Invernis, the place where this Grand Duke might be found or so Isabella had believed. The boy wasnt over fourteen summers and his black hair was tied back with a piece of twine to keep it out of his eyes. He had acquired the information about the Duke's residence. When he arrives he is disheartened to find a messenger seated on the front steps.
"I arrive from Xexoria to deliver a letter to the Grand Duke of this province of Ulster. Is he in attendance and if he is not could you please direct me to his current place of residence?" It was obvious that the young black haired boy wanted all bragging rights to the deliverance of this letter.
It soon became apparant to the young lad that the messenger on the front stair of the Duke's proposed residence wasnt going to give up easily. "Im sorry lad thats classified information." The sound of the young man's voice wasnt at all something that the travelling messenger boy wanted to hear. "Listen here, did you hear me wrong? I have an urgent message to get to the Grand Duke. If it is any help my name is Grindel. I dont think that the Duke would be very happy if his message was deterred."
That seemed to stir the fire under the messenger that appeared to be of sixteen summers to Grindel. "So what do you say? Where is the Duke?""He's in Emain Macha, has been for some time last I heard. Erik ran a letter for him to Xexoria about a day ago. He's in Castle Emain."Feeling confident again Grindel salutes the sixteen year old runner and hurries off as the latter boy returns to idly waiting on the front porch of the Duke's primary residence.
A few hours later a winded Grindel stumbles up the stairs to the Castle Emain. Wheezing and coughing the boy drops to the floor with an unceremonial thump onto his rear end. A servant comes running over and gives the boy water. "Letter...for...Grand Duke..." between gasps he manages to say. The letter clutched in his hand is quickly whisked away as the boy is whisked in the other direction for some food and rest before he runs back to Xexoria.
The letter would read:
Doctor Carter,
It pains me to know that your personal life has suffered due to my mistake. Had I known whisking you away would cause you such pain I would not have done it. As you have mentioned I did answer for my actions against you. I do apologize for stealing you, at the time I felt I had no other choice. Rest assured that I did spend time in a cell for my actions, I was not lightly punished due to my station.
I will have everything you need in order upon your arrival. I understand that you still have hostility towards me and it is not undeserved. I am interested to learn more about this Goddess Ishtar. I apologize in advance for the many questions I will ask you when there is more definitive information to be had.
You have my thanks and the thanks of an entire Temple, as well as our aid in anything that you need to have done.
In hopes that this letter finds you well,
High Priestess of Tempus: Isabella Aedren Rivenfelde
The boy had been addressed to go to Invernis, the place where this Grand Duke might be found or so Isabella had believed. The boy wasnt over fourteen summers and his black hair was tied back with a piece of twine to keep it out of his eyes. He had acquired the information about the Duke's residence. When he arrives he is disheartened to find a messenger seated on the front steps.
"I arrive from Xexoria to deliver a letter to the Grand Duke of this province of Ulster. Is he in attendance and if he is not could you please direct me to his current place of residence?" It was obvious that the young black haired boy wanted all bragging rights to the deliverance of this letter.
It soon became apparant to the young lad that the messenger on the front stair of the Duke's proposed residence wasnt going to give up easily. "Im sorry lad thats classified information." The sound of the young man's voice wasnt at all something that the travelling messenger boy wanted to hear. "Listen here, did you hear me wrong? I have an urgent message to get to the Grand Duke. If it is any help my name is Grindel. I dont think that the Duke would be very happy if his message was deterred."
That seemed to stir the fire under the messenger that appeared to be of sixteen summers to Grindel. "So what do you say? Where is the Duke?""He's in Emain Macha, has been for some time last I heard. Erik ran a letter for him to Xexoria about a day ago. He's in Castle Emain."Feeling confident again Grindel salutes the sixteen year old runner and hurries off as the latter boy returns to idly waiting on the front porch of the Duke's primary residence.
A few hours later a winded Grindel stumbles up the stairs to the Castle Emain. Wheezing and coughing the boy drops to the floor with an unceremonial thump onto his rear end. A servant comes running over and gives the boy water. "Letter...for...Grand Duke..." between gasps he manages to say. The letter clutched in his hand is quickly whisked away as the boy is whisked in the other direction for some food and rest before he runs back to Xexoria.
The letter would read:
Doctor Carter,
It pains me to know that your personal life has suffered due to my mistake. Had I known whisking you away would cause you such pain I would not have done it. As you have mentioned I did answer for my actions against you. I do apologize for stealing you, at the time I felt I had no other choice. Rest assured that I did spend time in a cell for my actions, I was not lightly punished due to my station.
I will have everything you need in order upon your arrival. I understand that you still have hostility towards me and it is not undeserved. I am interested to learn more about this Goddess Ishtar. I apologize in advance for the many questions I will ask you when there is more definitive information to be had.
You have my thanks and the thanks of an entire Temple, as well as our aid in anything that you need to have done.
In hopes that this letter finds you well,
High Priestess of Tempus: Isabella Aedren Rivenfelde