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Post by Lady Raven Silvester on Oct 24, 2011 22:14:17 GMT
Another day and a new job to be done. Raven got up and held her stomach as she did so. Being with child was hard. She walked over to her wardrobe and dressed in a snow white dress. It had a gold trimming around the waist and neckline in a Celtic design. She sighed. The manor hous she owned was right in the square. No one bothered the young sorceress, unless it was of an urgent matter. Raven then slipped on some white, silk heels and went dowstairs to have some breakfast.
After breakfast, Raven decided to work on a new remedy she had discovered. Then se realised what she had heard of the others gifted with magic. She was warned about a Druid called Mordred. He was a boy, but Raven wasn't no fool. She had heard of the disgusting things he had done and the only thing better for him, was a coffin, -ix feet under the soil. She took her mind of that beast of a boy and concentrated on her potion. There was a knock at the door. Raven sighed, and with a quick spell and a quick golden flash of her eyes the flames under her cauldron went smaller. She walked over to the door and opened it.
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Post by Mordred Gwethyrn on Oct 24, 2011 22:37:10 GMT
He was running. Running as fast as he could. The guards chasing him were faster, but Mordred was smaller. He could escape through gaps that most folks couldn't even see, and if they got too close- well, if they got too close, there was always his magic. But from what he'd heard, there was already a reputation for him building within city walls, who knew how. The young Druid could not afford to be executed for something as trivial as stealing food.
The guards shouted as Mordred cut from one alley of the market to another. He dodged baskets, animals, and carts for several minutes until he came upon the city square. Oh no. There were very few places to hide here, and with his colored cloak, Mordred was an easy target. He looked every which way, seeking desperately for a hiding spot. Spotting a doorway, he darted in that direction.
"Hey!"
Mordred found himself being lifted off his feet by the collar of his shirt. The guard that had captured him had the red, ruddy face of a man who enjoyed his drink. He brought Mordred close to his face and snarled, "Where d'you think you're goin', boy?" Then, he tossed Mordred to the cobblestone. As he hit the ground, Mordred's foot collided with the very door he'd been anxious to hide behind, creating a knocking sound. He stared up in fear as the guard advanced on him..
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Post by Lady Raven Silvester on Oct 25, 2011 18:19:09 GMT
Raven swung her door open. "What's going on here?" she said, folding her arms. The gaurds bowed. "M'Lady. This scum has been..." the gaurd started. "I do not care! Leave the boy to my attentions." she ordered. With another bow the gaurds left. Raven looked down at the boy. "Well. Mordred in the flesh. What do I owe this pleasure?" she said. She had heard the stories of this boy and was very cautious. She led him inside.
The smell of potion making wafted through the living space. A huge pentagram was hanging from the wall made out of solid gold. "Sit." Raven said. She poured a goblet of fresh apple juice for Mordred. "So what brings you to the Silvester Manor?" she asked as she checked on her new healing remedy. She looked at Mordred every so ofter whist she stirred the concution and added a few more lavendar leaves.
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Post by Mordred Gwethyrn on Oct 27, 2011 3:20:13 GMT
Mordred scrambled to his feet as the door behind him opened. He didn't recognize the lady in the doorway, but she had the wardrobe and air of a noblewoman. He took a cautious step toward her, if only to get away from the threatening guards. Then she told them off- the royal guard, and this woman just told them off like they were wayward children in a yard! She reminded him a bit of the Lady Morgana, who would snap at Prince Arthur himself if he did something she did not like.
As the guards took off, Mordred found himself being ushered inside. He'd had no intention of entering, but he supposed this was the best way to avoid being picked up by the guard again.
"Well. Mordred in the flesh. What do I owe this pleasure?"
Mordred stiffened. She knew his name. How did she know him? He sensed magic in her- was she as powerful as he? No, surely not. She knew him by his face, it had to be that. Who was she, anyway?
The smells of potions wafted through the air, making Mordred feel slightly more comfortable. He knew those scents. They were familiar to him in a place where nothing should be. The lady was even kind and poured him something to drink. As he raised the cup to his lips, Mordred found that it tasted sweet, like apples. The young Druid liked apples quite a lot.
The lady asked him why he was there. How did one answer that?
"The guards chased me here," he stated simply, his voice soft.
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Post by Lady Raven Silvester on Oct 27, 2011 3:34:16 GMT
Raven sighed and sat down. "Some still don't accept those with magical talent. My mother, Annette Silvester, was a friend of the Druids. I'm Lady Raven Silvester. Guild member and Dark Mage." she smiled. The poor boy looked so scared. She summoned a blanket and wrapped it around him. "It's alright, Mordred, those gaurds have gone. If they shall return me demons shall take care of them." she said.
A few minutes passed and Raven took her cauldron off the fire and began to bottle up the remedies. "If you want, you can stay here as long as you want. The guest room is always ready." she offered. Raven rubbed her womb. She was begining to relax into the terms of preganancy, but it was still hard work. Raven ordered her servants to bring Mordred some food and they did so. "We'll have a roast dinner later." Raven smiled.
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Post by Mordred Gwethyrn on Oct 27, 2011 4:16:02 GMT
Lady Raven. Mordred couldn't remember anything particular about her, but he'd heard her name around town. None of it had been terrible or horrid that he could recall, so he didn't mind so much being in her house. She offered him food and shelter, all without knowing him for more than five minutes. Was it Mordred's strange charm, or was she just strange all by herself?
Never one to say no to a free bed for a night, Mordred nodded acceptance of her offer. "I like it here," he said quietly, the edges of his mouth turning up in a smile. "It's nicer than the woods." That was true, but honestly, he was exaggerating a bit. A Druid child, Mordred had grown up living in the woods. It was nothing new to him. Still, why not take the offer, if only for one night?
Mordred's attention wandered in the direction of the lady's belly. She was going to have a baby, that much was certain. There was a special kind of magic in it that he could feel. Not quite pronounced enough to be a human presence, but more like a warm glow. "It's happy," Mordred said, pointing.
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Post by Lady Raven Silvester on Oct 27, 2011 12:04:51 GMT
Raven smiled and let out a small chuckle. "Yes, I suppose it is." she said and rubbed her womb lovingly. "Tell me, Mordred what happend to your parents? Mine were brutally murdered." said she. Raven sat next to him and put a comforting arm around his shoulders Her mothering instincts kicked in. "Is Lady Morganna alright?" she whispered as she made sure he was warm enough. "If you'd like to have some of your Druid friends close, my Brotherhood can offer them food, shelter and protection." she smiled. Raven held him like a protective mother. Well she was going to have a baby soon. "Mordred, I'd like you to stay with me so I can protect you. You maybe of great power, but you're still a child. I have the power of necromancy and I'm gifted with the Elements. Please stay." she said.
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Post by Mordred Gwethyrn on Oct 31, 2011 5:55:12 GMT
Mordred's expression went dark at the mention of the Lady Morgana. He had been searching for her, but as yet had found nothing. Her disappearance was almost as bad as that of his father's. The intensity of his emotion- was it hurt? Anger? Both, likely.
"I don't know what happened," Mordred whispered. "Papa's dead and Mama's been gone, and now Morgana's gone, and I don't know- I don't know!" he screeched. His hands balled up into little fists, and he crewed his eyes shut as hard as he could, trying not to let his magic out. That was bad. If he broke something that belonged to a noble lady- well, not everyone was as immediately kind as Lady Morgana.
"Mordred, I'd like you to stay with me so I can protect you. You maybe of great power, but you're still a child. I have the power of necromancy and I'm gifted with the Elements. Please stay."
Stay.
Stay?
She wanted him to stay. The thought was one that Mordred couldn't really comprehend. The only people who ever wanted the young Druid had suffered terrible repercussions. She couldn't want him. Not without some ulterior motive.
His eyes still closed, Mordred took a deep breath. The embers of the fire Lady Raven had been using to cook suddenly flared up. The flames went higher and higher, almost within reach of the ceiling. Then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the flames has vanished.
Mordred opened his ice-blue eyes.
"Do you still want me to stay now?" he asked calmly.
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