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[NightShade]

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She lay in the soft fallen snow, the chill of it not touching her. Staring up at the cloudy darkened skies of Stonegate. The time was close, it wouldnt be long before she willingly gave herself into the custody of Orelen.

She heard his footfalls...they made hardly any noise. Myrddin stood over her looking down in his ussual slow perusal of her. She grinned, but a bit of sadness was tinged within her. She didnt want to be locked up for long. Part of her feared truly that if her enemies new of what was happening to her where she was she would be...Vulnerable.

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Myrddin had taken all her weapons, spell books and reagents. She had no recourse now, no way to protect herself. Oh well, no one knew where she was.

Orelen locked the door but insisted on putting a key in the floorboard in case of danger. She had no intent on using it. She was there voluntarily it was for her own best interest to stay in the room.

She could hear the noise from the Tavern above, the Salty dog was busy tonight...She hoped they hadnt been followed..
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[NightShade]

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IN a tinkers shop somewhere:

Laughter...Long green hair..just the right shade. The dolls were sat next to each other one by one... Each touch would accumulate a greater overall explosion each moment ticking closer to their doom.

The Pendulum Swung heavily upon the tinkers clock. Tick, Tock....

Chaosss I will give her chaosssss everything she loves taken from her...

Just like me.... Its funny I care not for my own doom.

I will burn the whole place down and her in it..

The cloak figured moved quietly heading for the Tavern. ******************************************************************************************************
Within the confines of her room, The Salty Dog Tavern:

Shade woke up hearing a soft scratching sound at the door, she heard a clomping sound like a heavy foot. The morning dawned outside she could sense it.

She heard some mumbling and laid still. Under the door a small tray was squeezed. Then the noise went away.

She rose, this was odd. Unexpected... Kneeling down she looked at the tray and saw two vials of blood on it. A message was attached.

Shade, you forgot to eat...Myr... She dropped the note next to it peering at the blood and laughed drinking it quickly, but to late she realized it was not his blood... to late she realized it was odd tasting. Not poison she would know poison..

She walked to the bed her eyes drooping heavily, this was bad, very bad..She laid down falling fast asleep. The two vials laying empty on the tray next to the note. She should of known that wasnt his writing...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...