Letter to lady Glewien

[Keetena]

Alorde Crine: Mano, I need you to deliver this letter to lady Glewien

Mano Brenner: Yes, yes, always Mano to deliver messages *shrugs*

Alorde Crine: Sorry, I forgot my manners *gives he 5 gold pieces* *grins*

Mano Brenner: Ah, I'll deliver with pleasure *grins*

Alorde Crine: My thanks, so farewell *leaves*

Mano Brenner: Farewell *nods*

*The letter*

*Lady Glewien, as the only one who cares about me in this land, and my only fan as well, I couldn't do what I need to do before send this to you... I told you once that I borned in Waterdeep where I made fame as a blade, the type of artist that inexists in Isinhold, here where nobody demonstrated respect or even etiquete about it, expect you of course... today a man even made less of my art and asked me to 'stop the irritating sound' comparing my movements and maneuvers trained during my entire life with the moves of a novice, I'm tired of this disrespect and ignorance, if you permit to me say, cause the offense was great...
But the true isn't this, today I remenbered my father, who was a dreamer, until the night a husband of one of his many lovers made his life far shorter... in the day when my only family was the carnival party, since that day I was always concentrating and training almost all my time to just forgot, as I'm doing now trying to forgot the death of all my family... all those who cared about me, in the hands of those orcs and zhentarim agents near Suzail, months ago... I use masks, more than the one covering my face, I never told you, I had a bride as well, her name was Tatanna and she died too with my family -the carnival party- in the hands of the orcs... I tried just put all this aside and let go, rebirth in such misery was easier if I just denied all the time, as I did.
I know now that they let me alive just to spread about their power, they showed me how powerless I was, as now the people of Isinhold, that man in campfire and many others, except you, are trying to show me... but my pride refuses to accept I'm not welcome here, neither my art with sharp blades... so I made a decision, in one week, just one week I'll leave Isinhold, there are two possibilties... maybe I'll return to Waterdeep, or maybe I'll return to the place near Suzail where I should be slayed to find that orcs again... you wanna know why? Cause these were places I should never leave... if you're mad with me, I'm sorry, but know that I was EVER sincere with you, if we see each other never more, so the best of luck and all the blesses of lady Mystra.

Alorde Crine*

[olwentheold]

Glewien walks into the campsite, weary from her recent patrols - when Mano approaches her with a note. Without saying anything, he hands it to her.

She reads through it, with dreaded anticipation of a yet another kidnapping - or worst - a Banite's recipe for stew . . .

Relax, it's from Alorde Mano says with a wicked grin.

Glewien nods and reads through it . . . and leaves the campsite with a sigh.

[Slanker]

olwentheold said:

She reads through it, with dreaded anticipation of a yet another kidnapping - or worst - a Banite's recipe for stew . . .

Haha...what's wrong with some variation? The same old stew get's real old real fast

[Keetena]

*next day Alorde aprhoaches Mano*

Alorde: - So, you delivered the letter?

Mano: - O'course, we had a deal, I honored *nods*

Alorde: - Hmmm, good, she.. she said something?

Mano: - Nothing, she was supposed to do?

Alorde: *sigh* - Well, in truth not, well, thanks Mano... if someone... even if I know nobody will ask... if someone ask about... I'm in Derister Goodman's farm south of town... I'll be there as his guest for the next days...

Mano: *suspiciously nods*

Alorde: - Ow, and I almost forgot *flipping two coins* thanks again for the help

Mano: *grins satisfied*

[Keetena]

*A blood-soaked man wearing black leather ruined rags enters the Inn*

Kale: - Boy! What in the abiss were you doing?

Alorde: - Well, serving the land I think, heh

Kale: - So you served as target to the lands?

Alorde: *shakes head* - Most of the blood isn't mine, but still a good of it is, heh

Kale: *serving fine wine* - Come, I'll prepare something to you, tell your story, you let me curious... and this isn't an easy task.

Alorde: - Well, seens that some ogres tried to attack a dragon purple outpost, I just volunteered to help since I was there in the first signals... we were hard pressed but in the end we won the day.

Kale: - These are good news.

Alorde: *nods* - Kale I need a favor...

Kale: - Yes?

Alorde: *puts a very small bag in the balcon and a few coins* - The coins are for a room, the wine and the meal you'll prepare, but I wish you to deliver this small bag to lady Glewien. The time has come to me make some decisions... I need travel back to Waterdeep, I must tell the families of my dead friends about their end... and as well the parents of my dead bride... but today I learned these lands really have troubles and some qualities I missed...

Kale: - O'course, kid, go take a bath, I'll send your meal in the room.

Alorde: - Thanks, Kale... just a last thing, wake me as soon as the sun rises, this is when the caravan starts travel.

kale: - Consider done, now go take care of yourself

Alorde: - Heh, on my way *he leaves*

*in the small bag a jade magical ring of light and a very small note saying 'I'll return'*

[olwentheold]

Glewien enters the Inn and is beckoned by Kale to come over.

M'lady, I have something for you - it's from that fellow - Alorde

Hmm? I had thought he had left Cormyr already . . .

Glewien takes the small bag from Kale, and finds the ring and the note. She sets her pack down by the fireplace and throws herself into the big armchair and reads the note.

Kale, would you prepare some tea for me please . . .

She smiles to herself.

[Keetena]

*After weeks on the road in a merchant caravan Alorde reaches Waterdeep, imediately he starts to contact the parents, friends and other people linked to his former Carnival friends, killed in Suzail's frontier*

Alorde: - I desire talk with lord Chyron

Guard: - There is nothing here to you, leave this place

Alorde: *low tone* - It is about his daughter, and I think he needs to know...

Guard: - Wait here *leaves and than returns after some minutes* - You must be the one called Alorde...

Alorde: *nods*

Guard: - Follow me *both walk to a room full of luxury with a sofa where a well adormed elf is sitted, he has two longswords in sheath*

Lord Chyron: - You may leave soldier, and please you Alorde don't sit in any furniture... I don't wanna your dirty in my mansion.

Guard: - Sir...

Lord Chyron: - I said leave now guard! *the guard leaves without further words* - Now be quick Alorde, I hope you have a good new, like my daughter left your company... spit!

Alorde: *sigh* - I kow you don't like me and you think I'm guilty about your daughter decision to enter the carnival party... but we both had no guilty we...

Lord Chyron: *interrupting* - ENOUGH! We three had this dicussion before and I have no interest in continue, say your words and go away.

Alorde: - Fine... Tatanna was assassinated, I'm sorry...

Lord Chyron: *surprised* - You enter my house to say my daughter was murdered? Have you no brain? *he unsheats his two blades and advances* Tell me just one reason to not kill you right now!

Alorde: *hands in both pommels but he doesn't unsheats his blades* - It wasn't my fault and nobody fault, we were all murdered they left me jut to say...

Lord Chyron: - YOU ARE THE ONLY GUILTY! Where is my daughter body? May the healers can revive she.

Alorde: - They carried her corpse, the orcs and the zhentarin in Suzail... the orcs sometimes do this with elves...

Lord Chyron: - You damnable piece of $%&#...

Alorde: - Enough you now! She was happy for the first time in her life, she never liked your dirty ways in life, and you know this better than me, you NEVER CARED about she, but just about the soldier you lost, she never understood about love before knew me, so don't play the sick father now, I'm still suffering from something you just can't understand cause you can't think about anyone except yourself! But you're her father anyway and my honor demanded tell you.

Lord Chyron: - One of two, or you have courage as few, or you're the foolest human I ever saw... I should kill you yes... but you'll go now... but I must advice you... look at your back human *spits* we elves have many of your lives before end a business, so I don't need haste *sheats his swords*

Alorde: *nods and go away without any more word*

Lord Chyron: *whispering* - And few understand better about vengeace taste as a Nimesin...

[Keetena]

(Person) - So you're realing going?

Alorde: *nods* - I have no more place here Archie, and I have no reason to ask you or anyone to come with me.

Archiel: - But you can join our carnival party, you're welcome as was anyone of your group.

Alorde: *shakes head* - I found a place there and another reason, trust me my friend, my heart found place there.

Archiel: - Now you're talking like your father.

Alorde: - Can we forgot about my father? You know how I feel...

Archiel: - Sorry, I know, well... so farewell and safe travels *smiles*

Alorde: - Thanks, and take care, luck to you and your family! I'll send you a letter when I reach Isinhold *waves*

Archiel: *waves and turns around*

[Keetena]

*as usually he does after help Derrister in his night patrols to guarantee the safety of his property Alorde enters the Regal Inn*

Alorde: - Kale, any news about?

Kale: - Sorry kiddo, she doesn't left any message, or word... well, I understand your feelings, believe me, but you cannot ask me to investi...

*interrupted*

Alorde: - Neither I want to ask you something like... you already tod me you sent word about my arrival... to no answer at all... I know about her duty and how hard she drives this, but I don't think this is the matter here...

Kale: - Listen friend, I think she is different maybe, hard to say, she seens a little confused in my opinion.

Alorde: - Heh, you're saying this to confort me, thanks, now I'm looking like another man, well done to me, I deserve... *sigh*

Kale: - If you say so... and about Derrister, how is he?

Alorde: - He is fine, thanks for ask, I still feel indebted for his help when I was lost here, and he doesn't mind about my trains in swordparry and dagger throw next his house, he likes the displays, at least a man of good taste... I told you I don't train more near campfire here, don't I?

Kale: - But there you have the right!

Alorde: - Isn't a matter of right or not Kale my freind, it is a matter of respect, there are some much muscled brainless fighters that can't understand my art and even do the crime of compare their only way to understand a blade as something good as my art and malabarism, believes me if they tried my domain they would probably cut their heads off, but they get offense easily, and I fear that some hot head one day talks more then I can engulp and than disaster... no, I need privace and concentration in my trains.

Kale: - I understand... firewine?

Alorde: - Yes, thanks.

[Keetena]

*near the Silver Shields headquarters in Derrister's house*

Alorde: - Derrister, something sinister is happening within the Silver Shields.

Derrister: - Why you're saying this? *serving more bread*

Alorde: - Bad bad things, it seens sir Crom disapeared, THE sir Crom, his legendary status as protector of this land is so know that I have no doubt this is enough to anyone see the Silver Shields weakened. And not only this...

Derrister: - What more?

Alorde: - Lady Glewien, lady Sharita Gallen told she lost her memories... *sigh* I told you before she is maybe the greatest reason I returned here, I don't know why but she atracts me as sh!# atracts a fly.

Derrister: - Look, this is a very disgusting comparison to the dinner table Alorde...

Alorde: - Err, sorry...

Derrister: - ... but anyway you're worring yourself to much, trust me, they will survive, they always survive, members enter, others go, some get sick or accursed but they always continue... about your feelings with lady Glewien, well I certainly can't understand why she would be atracted by you...

Alorde: - ...disgarding the fact I'm a handsome gentleman, gallant, skilled artist and intelligent...

Derrister: - Yes, yes, Studlow Flash... something like... heh, heh, look, IF she really lost her memories, remenber one thing...

Alorde: *questioning gaze*

Derrister: - Just don't press she, let things occur and give time to time... now shut your mouth and let's eat before the soup get froze.

Alorde: - Heh, fine to me... ah, and thanks for the advice.

Derrister: *casts a dismissive hand and continues his feast*