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Phyrra Venorik · Journeyman Joined: 12 Jul 2004 Posts: 230

Phyrra awoke abruptly and sat up in bed. She could feel the sweat running down her face and chest. It was a cool night so she could not understand why she was sweating so. Then it dawned on her, the nightmares. She had not been able to sleep at all for the last week, and when she finally did fall asleep, she would awake from the nightmares. She was never able to fall back asleep after waking from them. She sighed and stood up out of her bed. She fumbled around for her dress on the chair, and threw it on quickly. As exhausted as she was from the lack of sleep, she knew the only thing that would help was to get some fresh air. She walked out of her room and towards the front door of the tavern. As she passed the desk where the tavernkeeper was sitting looking over some papers, he looked up and called her name. She walked over to the desk to see what it was he wanted, surprised that he even remembered her name. She usually snuck out the back, and she rarely spoke to him.

"Miss Venorik, I have a letter for you that just arrived about an hour ago." He handed her the letter. She thanked him and quickly walked out the door. Who would be sending her a letter, she wondered. She stopped when she had walked a ways from the tavern and opened the letter.

Little Phyrra,

I am sorry to always be the bearer of bad news to you. First to bring you the news of your father's death, and now this. I wish there was an easy way to say it, but there is not. Your mother is gone. She was murdered about three days ago by some old associates of your father's. Apparently they were in search of something your father had of theirs, and some money that he owed them. They murdered your mother, and burned down your home.
I overheard the drunk fools bragging about it last night in a tavern. I checked on it myself today, and there is nothing left of your home except for some rubble. I managed to get one of them alone, who had been dangling a necklace in front of everyone's faces saying that it had belong to your mother. I took care of him, and retrieved the necklace for you. I have buried it under the tree in front of where your house once stood. I did not think it wise for me to bring it to you myself.
Again, I am sorry for your loss, and for having to tell you like this. Take care little Phyrra. Make your mother and father proud.

Sincerely,
A friend

Phyrra dropped the letter to the ground, and fell to her knees. The tears flowed freely, and she did not even care to hold them back anymore. Her whole world was turning upside down. First her father, and now her mother. She had nothing left. No reason to even go on.

Phyrra knelt on the cold stone and cried for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she collected herself, and her thoughts and looked around. She hated this place. The city, and it's filth. The people. This was not a place she ever wanted to call home, but now the only home she had ever known was gone. She had no choice, but to find a new one. But first she had to retrieve her mother' s necklace. She remembered being a little girl and admiring her mother's beautiful necklace. She felt like a princess when her mother would let her wear it around the house occasionally. This was the only thing she had left of her mother now. She needed to have it. But first she needed to leave a note for someone. Not that they would worry or even care, she thought. Just so they did not think she had up and left. After that she would head to the woods for one last time, and a final goodbye.

Dymm Crowley · Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 4:51 pm Post subject:

Placing his hat lazily atop his head, Dymm Crowley walked downstairs from his bedroom to his office. The old wooden floor creaked loudly on Dymm’s way to his desk, but he barely noticed. He sat down, took a look at the mess of papers sprawled out over his desk, and sighed. There was one note on top of the maps, contracts, and everything else, though. Something he hadn’t put there. Slowly picking it up, he read the short letter. After finishing it, he nodded once to himself, and brushed it off to the side. Instead, he pulled a large map of Umbra out onto the top of the pile and began inspecting it closely. Taking a pen and ink from his desk, he gently drew a line between a few buildings. After a few more moments of looking around the map, Dymm prepared to draw another line but instead averted his eyes to the right, where the note was still sticking out from underneath the map. Sighing in irritation, Dymm placed the pen into the inkbottle and snatched the note. Readying to toss it into the trash barrel, Dymm noticed something else on the note… they looked like tear drops. His initial reaction was aggravation for not noticing immediately, but then a strange sadness came over him, instead. He read over a particular line on the note: “I am sure you won’t care or worry,…”

Shrugging it off quickly, Dymm let the note flutter down into the trash barrel. He couldn’t figure out why, though, that he couldn’t get back to his paperwork.