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The Arcane Order |
| *Slowly he makes his way into the brightly
lit main room of the Yew Healers. Smatterings of blood cover the floor
and the stench of death and disease sting at his senses. Cursing under
his breath, and coughing slightly, he heads toward a man a few feet to
his left.*
*Clears his throat* "Aye sire?" "I am in need of some information about a sickness..." Kirel replies. *Nodding, the surgeon motions him to follow toward his office. Taking a seat behind a desk cluttered with tomes and various medical instruments he says,* "Now what can I help you with?" "I have recently come upon an elven woman with a sickness." *Kirel goes into describing the symptoms of the ailment* *The surgeon thumbs through a few scrolls and tomes before settling back in his seat, crossing his arms he states* "I am sorry there is nothing in my records of such an ailment. Although who knows what diseases those pesky elves might carry eh?", *the surgeon grins, a glint of sarcasm in his eyes* *Kirel's eyes flicker in anger as he instinctively reaches for the hilt of his sword* "I'll... I'll call for the local guard!" *The surgeon stutters, seeing Kirel's hand on the sword at his side* *Kirel removes his hand from the sword and reaches into his belt pouch drawing a single silver coin, which he flips to the surgeon* "For your effort." *Spins and begins to walk out, but stops suddenly at the door and turns and says", "That "pesky" elf may carry a disease indeed... but she is not the one that is surrounded by death.. no.. she lives among her friends and loved ones... what of you?", *Kirel grins evilly, and storms out* *Slamming the door of the Healers behind him, almost knocking it from its hinges, he takes a few deep breaths and composes himself. He ponders briefly then quickly makes his way to the Inn. To the greasy looking Innkeeper,* "I am in need of a carrier pigeon that knows the surroundings of Yew", *Kirel demands. Quickly he scrawls out a message on a small piece of parchment, folds it carefully and attaches it to the birds leg. He walks out of the inn carrying the bird gently and whispering to it, "Go to the Glade and find the one called Melyanna." *Tosses the pigeon into the air* |
| Mely hated being confined to her villa. She
was used to roaming the woods as she willed. Friending those creatures
that chose to allow her to. But this enforced confinement was killing
her as surely as her illness was. She looked forward to her weekly trek
to the Arrow as her only source of company since Azeron had stopped
coming home months ago.
Melyanna chose to spend what time she could out on her balcony, enjoying the breeze off the river. The sounds of nearby birds easing her mind. The last time she had seen Azeron, he had said he was going to look for Khyrian. She had heard rumors he was staying at his guildhouse in Tel'Ruid, but obviously he didn't wish to come see her. Stop it Mely, you're a big girl, she silently chastised herself. She was just getting ready to head inside when a pigeon landed on the bench next to her. She carefully took the note from it's leg, fed it a few breadcrumbs from the birdfeeder and sent him on his way. Carefully unrolling the note, she looked to the signature. Tis from Kirel... |
| Melyanna *scratched out* M'lady,
My inquires in Yew have bore no fruit, much as you expressed to me that they would not two nights ago at the Tavern. This slight set back, however, has only increased my conviction and determination to help you with your cause. I will be heading back east again, one of my tribes shamans frequents the forest near your glade. Perhaps he can direct me in the next course of action. If time permits I shall visit the Arrow and inform you of what, if anything, I have discovered. Your friend, |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead