*Journal Entry
*Penned By Oliver TurnKey
The handwriting is graceful flipping in swift curves, the careful penmanship shows that the writer to care with his words, there is a bit of grit from where sand was used to dry the ink.
Writing about all that has happened is no easy task, it should be simple to pass details through ink to parchment however some time has passed and still my experiences have not lost there edge and every attempt to recall acts like a new blade placed directly to my spirit for tempering from the forge. I have thrice bathed, laundered my armor pads and polished my mail. The small rewards some how do not feel like they were worth the ordeal. Unable to calm my mind even in Reverie, I turned to planning out the finer aspects that may help us glean even the smallest control with this foe.
I digress. The house that we sought answers from was alive, of a fashion. The Durst family in a bumbling impersonation of true magic were able to build some sentience within its walls. Though it may have been at the cost of the lives of all in the family, a tragedy when viewed from the outside. Though Kristoff, the Half-Elf Wizard, and myself had something of a more intimate encounter. While exploring the house we were on the third floor when the spirits of the children opted to interact with us directly, in a very violent fashion that nothing in any of my study, nothing in all my experience could have prepared me. It was akin to entering Reverie, I was completely aware of my surroundings and yet had no control over my own words or actions, I was being ridden and driven by the spirit of a young boy, the bow was too terrified to articulate much and cried with great vigor while I was helpless I could see the occasional flash of his memories of being locked in that room where he and his sister starved.
It was such a shock that it took nearly an hour for me to push the boy aside and retake my body with the force of my own will. And all I can say is that it was an experience that no-one should envy.
In the time since I have had words with my companions regarding tasks that could strengthen our position. I spoke with Seldoforyama, the Cleric about creating a temple space in the nightmarish space beneath the catacombs of the Durst Home, gifting him with the offering of my old short sword for his Lord Kelemvor. I asked Amastacia our unlikely Ranger to scout the area and see about mapping or acquiring maps of the area. Nova our Bard to gather local knowledge and gossip by playing the Tavern, Kristoff will stay at the attached Inn while researching lore. I shall play my role as the Noble to line a few pockets in an effort to earn trust.
In this mess of Barovia I have never longed for the Halls of my Queen more, I wish to see the night sky clear of this cursed fog.
Hei-Corollon shar-shelevu, tie a' amin, vee' i' giliath Lotesse il.
(Corellon, may your grace grant direction to me, as the stars may not.)
Friday, February 17, 2017
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
So, they have arrived...
They have arrived...
Over the years, I have taken many consorts, turning all of them. I feed on those who live in Barovia, but they offer little in nourishment or comfort. All of my beauties were above reproach in their appearance but none matched that of Tatyana, my eternal love. Many adventurer's came and fell at my hand. It is the thrill of the chase that I live for as I am certain a suitable heir to my kingdom will never come.
These five new visitors have all come in search of something. They arrived this morn with my messengers but they knew not whom they served. It matters not they serve me for I have allowed them to remain just as they have not come against me. This, save for their ability to leave this cursed world, is exactly why their existence remains. The visitors, they are such an odd bunch. Two half-breeds of human and their version of immortal known as Elf, a full blood Elf, another full blood Elf but of a darker variety than I have seen before and a demon woman. Ha! They bring a demon to slay the devil? I will watch this group closely and keep direct notes on each.
First, the "holy" male is the most striking of their group as the "armor of..." whatever he deems as his god protects him. He will soon learn I am god here. The battle is hard fought but I always come up as the victor. This one will be no different and I shall relish the victory over his false god. His being a half breed alone makes him unworthy of attention from his god, therefore verifying its falsehood. yet his magic still continues to work and so, I am again forced to believe there must be some form of hierarchy in their world.
Next, the dark elf seems as an outcast yet, this one is proving the most deadly. Her eyes glow as though by some strange luminescence is occurring. These types typically do not last a week in my home of Barovia. If this one fares the same fate, I shall be most disappointed. I had hoped this collection of oddities a finer place in the depths of my castle. She, above the others, is the most welcome to my home. She alone understands what it is like to be feared and hated simply based on appearance. Am I so different that my pale skin repulses as her dark skin frightens others?
The lighter skinned full blood is most obvious a fighter. Why else would such a high borne bother with weapons? His birthright seems to have been his own undoing as my dear Valentina took him to her bed the very first night they arrived. He must have been lacking for comfort from the rest of the group. Either that or his royal nursemaid suckled him from her tit for so long, he forgot the etiquette of courtship. No matter, I have other plans for this one.
The half blood who carries his book was by far the most interesting. His way with words brought my to tears of laughter as he and his group stumbled through the home of death. If at no other time than the possession of his body by the little girl made the laughter turn to fits of the same. His mind, his greatest weapon, all controlled by a spirit of ten years of age. His voice, her words, the thoughts of that accomplishment still brings a bloody tear to my eye.
Finally, the demon. Such an odd character for these four to have brought. Seemingly, her eyes lie only for the songs to be sung in their inevitable demise rather than the stories of success. A talented little demon she is but to face against the devil himself will require more than talent alone. I do believe I will make this one my play thing. How I would love to have the demon sing the song of her fallen friends in my court. Force her to remember all that I have done and will do to them all whilst watching the tears flow as she regales of my glory.
Glory... it is all that remains for me now, until I find my reincarnated Tatyana. Little do they know, I have already found her and soon, she will be mine!
The Vampire's History
"In life, I was a count, a prince, soldier and a conquerer. After the death of my father, King Barov, I waged long, bloody wars against my families enemies. I cornered the last of these enemies in a remote valley and named it Barovia.
My mother, Queen Ravenovia, hated the death of my father and became fearful of me. She even kept my brother Sergei, from the battlefield. I hated the affection she showed me in favor of him so I remained in Barovia. Since the battles were won and peace was upon the land, I became restless. I feared my best years were behind me. I refused to go as my father before me and thus, I studied the Dark Powers of the Shadowfell in return for immortality.
I built a castle in Barovia and named it Ravenloft after my mother. I commanded she bring my brother and come live with me but on her journey, she passed. I mourned for days which became weeks.
My life was forever changed by the young woman who stole my heart. Tatyana, my love, we should have had a long and prosperous life together. Yet, you chose my brother, and while my pride would not allow me to prevent your marriage, my love for you could not allow it to happen. Yes, I murdered my own brother but it was the only way for us to be together. I drank his blood and sealed the pact which gave me immortality. I wanted you to join me in that life, never worrying about death. Instead, you chose to hurl yourself from the balcony of the highest tower of Ravenloft to the rocks below. For over 200 years I have pondered the question of why you would choose death over eternal life? It matters not anymore. I will continue to search for your reincarnation until the day I am finally sent to a permanent grave."
Translated and paraphrased to first person from the Curse of Strahd Adventure module by Wizards of the Coast. The author takes no credit of the following writing in this blog. This is intended for purely background knowledge of the group blog.
The Private Thoughts of Oliver TurnKey
*Journal Entry
*Penned By Oliver TurnKey
The handwriting is graceful flipping in swift curves and showing where quill lifted with sharp lines.
I have again departed yet another human city, this time to settle some trifling issue with nomads camped outside the city gates. I am in the company of a Dark Elf, two Half-Elves and a Tiefling. All of whom bare watching though none have any reputation that implies they shouldn't be trusted. The Half-Elf Cleric wears his Elfish name well, but reduces it to a mockery of the language, simplifying something musical so that the dim witted humans could keep up. This Cleric imagines himself to be in charge and I shan't disillusion him. I confess in my exile these last years I have begun to crave the company of my own kind.. And so when the only way to be rid of the Nomads came down to traveling with them, my only reluctance came from the indefinite term attached to our contract, but for a few more days in civilized company even now I travel with these new acquaintances.
~~~
A few days have passed since my last entry, I have a few things to note. First this land is cursed, and I'm not certain that it is even worth saving but for the apparent poisoning of the land, so like what happened to my home there is much that I begin to struggle with. I plan on learning more, but our journey by necessity continued, the Cleric and I are of a mind and are preparing some weapons to aid against the undead... Secondly I am rather perplexed to write that with the miscreants that I am traveling with, I am the one in the most embarrassing of circumstances. How to begin?
After days of travel, we stopped at a Vistani camp, the nomads we travel with are of their number, we were invited to join them in a night of revelry at their fires. Not wanting to insult their humble hospitality I brought out my Dragonchess set and offered a game as I was intent on declining drink. My offer was accepted by a young mother, I suppose among humans she could have been comely I will admit to no small level of distraction as she fed her child during our match, her unadorned form is certainly worthy of a word as I lost both matches to wither her skill or her charms.
It was not my finest hour, but perhaps the warmth of companionship softened my resolve and I offered the woman "Alternative entertainment." As I spoke the words I knew them to be a mistake, I certainly wasn't expecting the woman to pass her child to another and pull me to her tent. Where we quite certainly engaged in a messy bit of revelry, several times. During which my associates had quite a time with the woman's husband in efforts to keep the drunk away from his woman I am embarrassed to say that I was unaware of her name until this morning when I was informed by the Wizard it is Valentina, though I am unsure if she ever learned my own.
I will have to check on this group in another year, I would never permit a child of mine, half-breed or not to be raised among the Vistani.. or even by humans.
We set out on foot to return the the village where we got the first indication of evil, and as the others lighten their gear I write, we are going to investigate a source of foul wind for this little area.
I'll write again when the dust settles.
*Penned By Oliver TurnKey
The handwriting is graceful flipping in swift curves and showing where quill lifted with sharp lines.
I have again departed yet another human city, this time to settle some trifling issue with nomads camped outside the city gates. I am in the company of a Dark Elf, two Half-Elves and a Tiefling. All of whom bare watching though none have any reputation that implies they shouldn't be trusted. The Half-Elf Cleric wears his Elfish name well, but reduces it to a mockery of the language, simplifying something musical so that the dim witted humans could keep up. This Cleric imagines himself to be in charge and I shan't disillusion him. I confess in my exile these last years I have begun to crave the company of my own kind.. And so when the only way to be rid of the Nomads came down to traveling with them, my only reluctance came from the indefinite term attached to our contract, but for a few more days in civilized company even now I travel with these new acquaintances.
~~~
A few days have passed since my last entry, I have a few things to note. First this land is cursed, and I'm not certain that it is even worth saving but for the apparent poisoning of the land, so like what happened to my home there is much that I begin to struggle with. I plan on learning more, but our journey by necessity continued, the Cleric and I are of a mind and are preparing some weapons to aid against the undead... Secondly I am rather perplexed to write that with the miscreants that I am traveling with, I am the one in the most embarrassing of circumstances. How to begin?
After days of travel, we stopped at a Vistani camp, the nomads we travel with are of their number, we were invited to join them in a night of revelry at their fires. Not wanting to insult their humble hospitality I brought out my Dragonchess set and offered a game as I was intent on declining drink. My offer was accepted by a young mother, I suppose among humans she could have been comely I will admit to no small level of distraction as she fed her child during our match, her unadorned form is certainly worthy of a word as I lost both matches to wither her skill or her charms.
It was not my finest hour, but perhaps the warmth of companionship softened my resolve and I offered the woman "Alternative entertainment." As I spoke the words I knew them to be a mistake, I certainly wasn't expecting the woman to pass her child to another and pull me to her tent. Where we quite certainly engaged in a messy bit of revelry, several times. During which my associates had quite a time with the woman's husband in efforts to keep the drunk away from his woman I am embarrassed to say that I was unaware of her name until this morning when I was informed by the Wizard it is Valentina, though I am unsure if she ever learned my own.
I will have to check on this group in another year, I would never permit a child of mine, half-breed or not to be raised among the Vistani.. or even by humans.
We set out on foot to return the the village where we got the first indication of evil, and as the others lighten their gear I write, we are going to investigate a source of foul wind for this little area.
I'll write again when the dust settles.
Journal of a Wizard
*written by candle light in the dark hours before dawn, shortly after the cleansing of the Death House*
I began this journey with much doubt, both in the quest and myself. Certainly I was useful to my home, defending it in times of great need against mundane threats such as goblins or orcs. This though, to travel to a foreign land and cleanse of it a curse that has sunken into the very land itself over the course of four centuries? We were not properly prepared for such a journey, and that inexperience lead us into an echo of evil.
Evil acts don't always end when those committing them cease their existence on this plane. When the method used to end evil is by perpetuating more of it, that evil can act as a catalyst to take mortal wrongdoing and warp it into a threat far more dangerous than the original doers could have ever imagined. That is what happened at this house, and the reason sleep evades me. While in that abomination, we discovered the lost souls of two children.
My first instinct was to assist them, for they knew not the reason or means of their binding to the place. That instinct was replaced by terror when...I find it difficult to write this, or even think of it...I became possessed by one of the spirits. The feeling of having my own consciousness pushed so casually aside and replaced by something alien was beyond my meager training, beyond anything I could have comprehended before it happened. My body was animated as if it were a flesh puppet, the strings pulled by the possessing entity towards its own goals while I was incapable of stopping it. Being helpless in ones own body is an experience I wish upon none.
Even now I find it difficult to close my eyes, the memory of the spirit asserts itself whenever I try to let sleep take me. The act of casting it out of myself wasn't triumphant, it was the terrified, soul struggle that happens when one is truly in danger. I didn't cast out the ghost with the strength of will, I did so with every mote of fear I could muster. Once you've let that kind of fear out, one has trouble putting it back in its cage.
So, for now, I write, and study ways to protect myself from something of this nature befalling me, or my companions, ever again.
I began this journey with much doubt, both in the quest and myself. Certainly I was useful to my home, defending it in times of great need against mundane threats such as goblins or orcs. This though, to travel to a foreign land and cleanse of it a curse that has sunken into the very land itself over the course of four centuries? We were not properly prepared for such a journey, and that inexperience lead us into an echo of evil.
Evil acts don't always end when those committing them cease their existence on this plane. When the method used to end evil is by perpetuating more of it, that evil can act as a catalyst to take mortal wrongdoing and warp it into a threat far more dangerous than the original doers could have ever imagined. That is what happened at this house, and the reason sleep evades me. While in that abomination, we discovered the lost souls of two children.
My first instinct was to assist them, for they knew not the reason or means of their binding to the place. That instinct was replaced by terror when...I find it difficult to write this, or even think of it...I became possessed by one of the spirits. The feeling of having my own consciousness pushed so casually aside and replaced by something alien was beyond my meager training, beyond anything I could have comprehended before it happened. My body was animated as if it were a flesh puppet, the strings pulled by the possessing entity towards its own goals while I was incapable of stopping it. Being helpless in ones own body is an experience I wish upon none.
Even now I find it difficult to close my eyes, the memory of the spirit asserts itself whenever I try to let sleep take me. The act of casting it out of myself wasn't triumphant, it was the terrified, soul struggle that happens when one is truly in danger. I didn't cast out the ghost with the strength of will, I did so with every mote of fear I could muster. Once you've let that kind of fear out, one has trouble putting it back in its cage.
So, for now, I write, and study ways to protect myself from something of this nature befalling me, or my companions, ever again.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Seldo's Journal of Barovia, Entry One
Journal Entry of Doomguard Seldoforyama
5th Day of Leaffall, 1491 DR
Barovia Village, Barovia
We have finished with the cleansing of a horrid abode known
only to the locals as “the Death House”.
A den of black debauchery, murder, and other crimes so foul that I
shudder to think on them. I was able to
bless and sanctify the bones of the family that lived within, as well as others
I believe were their servants; but my heart is still disturbed by all we
witnessed inside those walls. What
manner of man leaves their children to die even as he prays boons from the
vampire abomination that rules this land?
What mother would place her babes in the arms of such a vile man? Would that I had the answers; but I can only
pray that the children are now at peace and their parents are suffering
whatever hell is reserved for such wicked souls.
My comrades dealt with the evils of this house in the manner of the heroes we hear of in story and song. Blade, spell, wit and strength were used in equal measure to cleanse that place as well as destroy the vile undead and other dangers we faced. Without thought of their own well-being they placed themselves in harms’ way for each other and in the service of what is good and wholesome in the world; may Kelemvor look favorably upon them when they make their journey to his halls.
Now we must turn our attention to our true purpose here: the destruction of an ancient vampire prince the locals call “the Devil Strahd”. I believe that he has become so powerful that he can influence this entire land by his curse and corruption; thus the dead walk, the wilds are overwhelmed with wolves and bats, and the people are so deadened to it that they turn a blind eye to others’ sufferings. I can only hope that we are able to succeed in our quest, even if it means death. I am willing to make that sacrifice if it will destroy this beast and free Barovia from his curse. His destruction is also our only way back to the Sword Coast and home should we survive.
I will write further entries as I am able to do so.
My comrades dealt with the evils of this house in the manner of the heroes we hear of in story and song. Blade, spell, wit and strength were used in equal measure to cleanse that place as well as destroy the vile undead and other dangers we faced. Without thought of their own well-being they placed themselves in harms’ way for each other and in the service of what is good and wholesome in the world; may Kelemvor look favorably upon them when they make their journey to his halls.
Now we must turn our attention to our true purpose here: the destruction of an ancient vampire prince the locals call “the Devil Strahd”. I believe that he has become so powerful that he can influence this entire land by his curse and corruption; thus the dead walk, the wilds are overwhelmed with wolves and bats, and the people are so deadened to it that they turn a blind eye to others’ sufferings. I can only hope that we are able to succeed in our quest, even if it means death. I am willing to make that sacrifice if it will destroy this beast and free Barovia from his curse. His destruction is also our only way back to the Sword Coast and home should we survive.
I will write further entries as I am able to do so.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Reverie Awry
It was his third day in town, the previous two allowed for today's wine-head, he sat alone at a dark table, journal open before him nursing the gentle ache behind his eyes as he prepared to write out his latest findings his luminous green eyes slid over that first entry from two decades before.
Between the wine and the memories he slid gracefully into reverie as the memories became new.
Sina naa i' narn en' i' night tanya amin nae poldore rim- tuulo' amin eska, i' night amin fara yeste. Amin noste e' i' ndor en' Run'que'enral, utinu en' Qu'Srinshee ar' selen a' tari anariima. Ta nae y' coiasira iire amin nae yele Sidhion, ar' tue amin tari vee' eithel vee' ai'. Actien e' he` yamen' nir' times re'na amin istime i' men en' y' roquen 'aya.
tenna' i' hrive en' amin 86th yen.
Imya i' bitter hiise amin fira dease sarko no' i' sul. I' dagora nae drawien neva, nan' vee' night had talant nalla tuulo' i' tumba merka nae quietien. Sen goth nae cleanien de.
glancien n'alaquel ie' i' ohta room amin tari nae prowlien ve' y' caged cath. I' lot en' sen over y' map markien y' shrinkien poldora, nothien tyave vee' ta. He` maa omente yassen amin, ar' amin sinte re sense i' atya' val over i' realm tanya amin. Ie' amin nod re slowed he` prowl ar' tul e yanw- amin ie' i' henneth.
"'Y' caela talant, ron sal' maa ten' y' men. Nan' Run'que'enral naa lost Sidhion."
castien amin maa n'alaquel n'e ie' i' night amin kware amin seere, though ta wasn’t easy. Amin eska had been ame ere' i' re n'ala, some en' i' hiise nae likely i' scent en' amin nosse.
"Selen, lle nosse has an stood watch ie' i' hama en' lye val. I' Pt'enwryll poldora cannot truly win manka lle quanta i' role kware ed' lle teema tuulo' i' beginnien. Vee' an vee' ta survives ron will il- Ndengina amin ri' i' council. Nir' n'at ar- families nauva spared. Ar' ten' en' raisien lle eska ron il- even maa ten' lle. Ilya ta sana naa y' olin. Shared ed' atta. "
meetien amin tari's maa, y' glowien calen ikotane ve' amin ar' amin rangwe, ar' re must caela parma amin nowe. Vee' amin pitched amin ooma a' i' atya' vee' he`. "Qu'Srinshee will tua lye tari."
"M'Lord TurnKey.. MLady would like to invite ye to dine at 'er manor."
Memories fading into wakefulness he flipped the journal closed and pushed to his feet.
~In Common~
This is a record of my flight, and the start of my quest for vengeance. I was born in the small kingdom of Run'que'enral, Scion of house Qu'Srinshee and second cousin to Queen Anariima. It was a time when I was called Sidhion, and served my Queen faithfully as Seneschal while being trained in the ways of an Eldricht Knight.
The winter of my 86th year everything changed.
Through the miasma I could scent cooked flesh on the wind. The battle was close, but as night had fallen cries from the deep Forrest were becoming feint. The insurgents were cleaning up after themselves...
Glancing back at the war room my queen was prowling like a caged animal. Her council stood over a map marking losses and gains, nothing felt right. Her gaze lifted and meshed with mine, it was in that moment that I knew she could sense the same aura falling over the realm that I could. At my nod she slowed her prowl and came to join me at the window.
"We have fallen, they still look for a way to win.. But Run'que'enral is lost Sidhion."
Casting my eyes back out at the night I held my silence, though it wasn’t easy. My home had been raised only the day before, some of the miasma was likely the scent of my family and servants.
"Cousin, your family has long stood watch at the seat of our power. The Pt'enwryll forces cannot truly win if you fill the role held by your line from the beginning. As long as it survives they will not kill me or the council.. Many other noble families will be spared. And because of raising your home they would not even look for you.. All it would take is a secret.. Shared by two.."
Meeting my Queen's eyes, a glowing verdant green so like my own and I understood, and she must have read my expression. As I pitched my voice to the same level as hers. "House Qu'Srinshee will serve Your Majesty."
Between the wine and the memories he slid gracefully into reverie as the memories became new.
Sina naa i' narn en' i' night tanya amin nae poldore rim- tuulo' amin eska, i' night amin fara yeste. Amin noste e' i' ndor en' Run'que'enral, utinu en' Qu'Srinshee ar' selen a' tari anariima. Ta nae y' coiasira iire amin nae yele Sidhion, ar' tue amin tari vee' eithel vee' ai'. Actien e' he` yamen' nir' times re'na amin istime i' men en' y' roquen 'aya.
tenna' i' hrive en' amin 86th yen.
Imya i' bitter hiise amin fira dease sarko no' i' sul. I' dagora nae drawien neva, nan' vee' night had talant nalla tuulo' i' tumba merka nae quietien. Sen goth nae cleanien de.
glancien n'alaquel ie' i' ohta room amin tari nae prowlien ve' y' caged cath. I' lot en' sen over y' map markien y' shrinkien poldora, nothien tyave vee' ta. He` maa omente yassen amin, ar' amin sinte re sense i' atya' val over i' realm tanya amin. Ie' amin nod re slowed he` prowl ar' tul e yanw- amin ie' i' henneth.
"'Y' caela talant, ron sal' maa ten' y' men. Nan' Run'que'enral naa lost Sidhion."
castien amin maa n'alaquel n'e ie' i' night amin kware amin seere, though ta wasn’t easy. Amin eska had been ame ere' i' re n'ala, some en' i' hiise nae likely i' scent en' amin nosse.
"Selen, lle nosse has an stood watch ie' i' hama en' lye val. I' Pt'enwryll poldora cannot truly win manka lle quanta i' role kware ed' lle teema tuulo' i' beginnien. Vee' an vee' ta survives ron will il- Ndengina amin ri' i' council. Nir' n'at ar- families nauva spared. Ar' ten' en' raisien lle eska ron il- even maa ten' lle. Ilya ta sana naa y' olin. Shared ed' atta. "
meetien amin tari's maa, y' glowien calen ikotane ve' amin ar' amin rangwe, ar' re must caela parma amin nowe. Vee' amin pitched amin ooma a' i' atya' vee' he`. "Qu'Srinshee will tua lye tari."
"M'Lord TurnKey.. MLady would like to invite ye to dine at 'er manor."
Memories fading into wakefulness he flipped the journal closed and pushed to his feet.
~In Common~
This is a record of my flight, and the start of my quest for vengeance. I was born in the small kingdom of Run'que'enral, Scion of house Qu'Srinshee and second cousin to Queen Anariima. It was a time when I was called Sidhion, and served my Queen faithfully as Seneschal while being trained in the ways of an Eldricht Knight.
The winter of my 86th year everything changed.
Through the miasma I could scent cooked flesh on the wind. The battle was close, but as night had fallen cries from the deep Forrest were becoming feint. The insurgents were cleaning up after themselves...
Glancing back at the war room my queen was prowling like a caged animal. Her council stood over a map marking losses and gains, nothing felt right. Her gaze lifted and meshed with mine, it was in that moment that I knew she could sense the same aura falling over the realm that I could. At my nod she slowed her prowl and came to join me at the window.
"We have fallen, they still look for a way to win.. But Run'que'enral is lost Sidhion."
Casting my eyes back out at the night I held my silence, though it wasn’t easy. My home had been raised only the day before, some of the miasma was likely the scent of my family and servants.
"Cousin, your family has long stood watch at the seat of our power. The Pt'enwryll forces cannot truly win if you fill the role held by your line from the beginning. As long as it survives they will not kill me or the council.. Many other noble families will be spared. And because of raising your home they would not even look for you.. All it would take is a secret.. Shared by two.."
Meeting my Queen's eyes, a glowing verdant green so like my own and I understood, and she must have read my expression. As I pitched my voice to the same level as hers. "House Qu'Srinshee will serve Your Majesty."
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