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."