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Ka Null (Lord of Darkstone)
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Date Posted: Fri, Jan 11 2002, 11:47pm
Sitting in his study, listening intently to the Lady Rosie lay down the events of the past few weeks, his hand unconciously gripping the hilt of his sword while the other had his lower lip pinched between its thumb and forefinger.
Nodding, "I saw the battlements flying old Salty's colors as I neared the town, I thought better of a visit once I had .. luckily"
"They were intent on moving without the Defenders, M'Lord", Rosie said as she nervously flicked a loose strand of hair from her eyes.
"Once whispers reached the village of the Barons march on the town, they all got nervous. Many rely on Cove for their trade." she said as she again flicked the hair from her eyes.
Rolling the palm of his hand over the hilt of his sword again, his eyes became distant as he drifted deep into thought. The Lady Rosie continued on with her summation, but to the Lord before her, it was like but the humming of bees.
Abrubtly, she stopped speaking as her Lord jumped to his feet and unferled a map of the lands. Running his finger over its surface, she stood also to see what he was searching for.
"M'lord ?", she questioned.
"Saltbush's territory blocks us from reaching Britain through the swamps." he murmered as he followed his finger over the map. "To reach Vesper brings us too close to him also. Our only safe passage of trade is to Minoc through the bay. Costly to say the least but for now it is safest."
He stood and turned his back to his trusted companion, seemingly searching a dark corner of the room for an answer.
"Let us hope," he muttered to no-one more than himself, "we hear nothing from the Baron any time soon." Turning again to his friend he issued a command.
"Summon all the blacksmiths in the Tavern, preparations need to be made"
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Repost of story posted on ORPA Social forum Titled 'Returning home'