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[NightShade]

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The old woman cackled and walked slowly around Nightshade. Reaching up she touched her cheek, “As beautiful as ever my dear.” Nightshade backed away from her in revulsion. “What do you want old woman, I have not seen you since my fathers destruction.” Her voice rang out with contempt. “I have a few of your fathers’ articles to give to you.” She said staring intently at Nightshade. She began to cackle. Out of her satchel she pulled a journal and a rolled up piece of parchment and pressed them into Nightshades hands. “Take them my dear; you are in for a shock.” With a flash lightning struck the ground in front of Nightshade and the old woman was gone no where to be found. Mounting her ghostly Charger she slapped the reins hard and whispered thru gritted teeth “Take me home.”

She whisked thru the irons doors looking about frantically, running up the stairs all three levels stumbling a few times in her haste. With a sigh of relief she saw that he had not as of yet returned home. She returned to the study and sat herself calmly down at one of the desks pulling out the parchment first.

It was crisp as if it had just been written yesterday surely not an aged document and she unrolled it carefully untying the red ribbon that bound it and tossing it to the floor. The smell of blood hit her with overpowering intensity and it wafted over her causing her to pause for a moment. Examining the wording she saw the red ink and new at once where the smell was emanating from. Smirking she saw a family tree and yawned with boredom. Turning the paper over she blinked, the writing on the page rose slowly off the paper and hung in midair before her. Shocked she sat staring at it shaking her head in disbelief. Xandria had warned her to be careful, begged her not to be reckless in her dealings but she had always ignored her and given her angry looks of irritation.

The words Contract of Sale began swirling before her and with a sickening grace they slowly wrapped themselves into the words Strathmore and her fathers’ family crest rose up beneath them. They spun faster before her and her own name began silently weaving in and out between becoming entwined in the blurr of words until it all became a whir of vibrant energy and shot down into her body leaving only a tell tale marking of her family crest upon her hand The scroll fell to the floor glowing red hot and burning a hole on the flooring igniting into flames. She reeled back in shock and felt a strange sleepiness float over her, trying to rise she only succeeded in falling to her knees, blood beginning to ebb from the mark on her hand. She stared down at it her body limp against the floor. With her last strength she summoned her charger to her and spoke only the words… “Find Tor… ” and with that her head sunk to the floor the distant drumming of the horses hooves pounding off into the nights darkness.
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[Xandria]

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Slowly walking up to the tavern, the Xandria stopped and looked around, and began to swish her tail in annoyance. The urge to visit Toren hit her, almost becoming unbearable.

Great, she thought, what does he want me to do this time? Go to some desolate land on the off chance there is blackrock there, based on the ravings of a drunkard, again?

Sighing, Xandria shook her head, and began to ride to Toren's house, muttering all the while. Reaching his house, she noticed the flames from within. Smiling slightly, she contemplated what to do next. Do I even care? she thought, chuckling to herself. All of a sudden, she heard a moan, coming from within the burning building.

Looking exasperated, she openned the door, and gasped in shock. There was Nightshade, laying on the floor, unconcious, with the house on fire around her. Running in, Xandria grabbed Nightshade, pulling her outside to safetly. Once outside, she looked up, only to find she could not move, as a crowd had congregated around the house, pointing towards the fire and whispering amongst themselves.

"Brigand," Xandria called to the man in the back. "Go, find Toren. Tell him he is needed immediately. No, wait. Tell him his house is on fire." With a cold laugh, she tossed some gold to the man, sat back, and waited.