Well here's the next chapter. So sorry it took so long to get posted. I
just kept forgetting. I know. Sounds stupid. But really...... Well, hope you
like it!!!!
Disclaimer: don't own no nutin 'cept a couple of stuff....
Now, after you read this, REVIEW! Por favor. And for those who don't know Spanish-please!
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Maura of Dunlath eyed the nobles with interest. She had never met the couple, nor had she ever heard of them before they had been appointed as her guardians.
Would they be nice? she worried. Of course they will! she thought furiously, answering her own question.
She had been assured that Lord and Lady Swobet were some of the kindest people you could meet, and wouldn't at all mind any of Maura's strange councilors such as the wolves.
Still, although all of these reassurances running through her head were reliable, she couldn't help notice that Lord Henry and his wife Lauren had eyes that were filled with cold and that the grins plastered on their faces didn't seem to be totally real.
Banishing these thoughts from here mind, the lady of Dunlath put on her warmest smile and welcomed her gusts and new guardians into her home.
"Welcome to Dunlath," said Maura, "I'm sure we will all get along nicely. Once we get you settled in I can take you on a tour of the estates and the rest of Dunlath."
"We thank you my dear," said the imposter, "I'm sure all of our family will be right at home here on your lovely fief." Maura frowned slightly.
Was Lord Henry hinting that he might have children? Maura didn't mind at all if the couple had children, but she had been told that the nobles didn't have any.
Suddenly a young girl who looked like she was about Maura's age rushed in.
"I'm really sorry I'm late, father, and I'm sorry to you too, Lady Maura."
"That's all right," said Maura, "Um, who might you be?"
"My name is A-" the girl began, but her father who had his arm around her gave her a light squeeze.
The girl looked up at the man, glared at him and continued, "My name is Francine."
Maura frowned again, but only briefly, "It's nice to meet you" she replied.
After a quick meal, Maura took her guests on tour of her home.
The adults were very inquisitive, asking what was behind each and every door. Their daughter Francine walked at the back of their small party with her arms folded and her head down. Every once in a while she would look up and direct a fierce glare at her parent's backs.
The tour took some time. It took even longer because the couple insisted on going on every stair case, down every corridor and opening every door.
Eventually Maura stopped trying to go past the less interesting rooms such as spare bedrooms and closets without letting the Lord and Lady to peer inside first.
But when they passed a staircase leading down into darkness, Maura sped and passed by without a glance hoping no one would ask what was down there.
She hoped in vain.
"Wait a moment dear," said Lauren, "You never said what is down this staircase,"
"Please excuse me," said Maura, "but it really is of no importance."
"My dear," said Henry, "we do not mean to make you uncomfortable, but we would really like to know. My wife and I would like to know everything about this lovely place. We realize that it is old, and you could say that studying old architecture is a pastime of ours."
With these words, Francine looked up and glared.
Not the quick glare, Maura noticed, that she had been using all day. This one was a long hard stare.
Maura sighed, "Very well. You were right when you said this is an old building. Down there is a dungeon. Every one in this house hates this place, especially me. No one has gone down there in a long time. The evil mage Tristan who was defeated by the great mage Numair strengthened it greatly when he was here. If you have the Gift and you are imprisoned there you won't be able to use it."
At the name Numair a look of hatred flashed across the man's face. Maura missed the look but she heard the sound he made in his throat. "Do you know him?" she asked.
"I don't know this Tristan, but I have met Numair." he replied. Finally the tour was done and Maura's new guardians were shown to their rooms.
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"So my dear, what do you think of Dunlath?" asked Aeejah to his wife. "Wonderful my handsome mage. It's better than I expected, especially the fact that there is a dungeon that is positively wonderful in the aspect that Numair will be the one affected by those chains and walls of the Gift restraining prison," squealed Eurianne at the prospect of the irony. "Of course, thank Mithros that Numair so nicely put in a prison that will fit our purposes exactly. Now, all we have to do is secure our plans!" exclaimed the excited mage. "What plans?" asked Eurianne. "Um, well those are to be determined soon. As a matter of fact, now!" said Aeejah as he sent his Gift around the room to sound proof it. "Now, let us see what we can do to our needs to have that Arram and the Wild Mage dropped right into our front door!" he cried. Their heads bent over a map and some writing materials, they planned the abduction of two mages and the destruction of Tortall.
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There you go. And now just review...................and I will be happy. (
Disclaimer: don't own no nutin 'cept a couple of stuff....
Now, after you read this, REVIEW! Por favor. And for those who don't know Spanish-please!
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Maura of Dunlath eyed the nobles with interest. She had never met the couple, nor had she ever heard of them before they had been appointed as her guardians.
Would they be nice? she worried. Of course they will! she thought furiously, answering her own question.
She had been assured that Lord and Lady Swobet were some of the kindest people you could meet, and wouldn't at all mind any of Maura's strange councilors such as the wolves.
Still, although all of these reassurances running through her head were reliable, she couldn't help notice that Lord Henry and his wife Lauren had eyes that were filled with cold and that the grins plastered on their faces didn't seem to be totally real.
Banishing these thoughts from here mind, the lady of Dunlath put on her warmest smile and welcomed her gusts and new guardians into her home.
"Welcome to Dunlath," said Maura, "I'm sure we will all get along nicely. Once we get you settled in I can take you on a tour of the estates and the rest of Dunlath."
"We thank you my dear," said the imposter, "I'm sure all of our family will be right at home here on your lovely fief." Maura frowned slightly.
Was Lord Henry hinting that he might have children? Maura didn't mind at all if the couple had children, but she had been told that the nobles didn't have any.
Suddenly a young girl who looked like she was about Maura's age rushed in.
"I'm really sorry I'm late, father, and I'm sorry to you too, Lady Maura."
"That's all right," said Maura, "Um, who might you be?"
"My name is A-" the girl began, but her father who had his arm around her gave her a light squeeze.
The girl looked up at the man, glared at him and continued, "My name is Francine."
Maura frowned again, but only briefly, "It's nice to meet you" she replied.
After a quick meal, Maura took her guests on tour of her home.
The adults were very inquisitive, asking what was behind each and every door. Their daughter Francine walked at the back of their small party with her arms folded and her head down. Every once in a while she would look up and direct a fierce glare at her parent's backs.
The tour took some time. It took even longer because the couple insisted on going on every stair case, down every corridor and opening every door.
Eventually Maura stopped trying to go past the less interesting rooms such as spare bedrooms and closets without letting the Lord and Lady to peer inside first.
But when they passed a staircase leading down into darkness, Maura sped and passed by without a glance hoping no one would ask what was down there.
She hoped in vain.
"Wait a moment dear," said Lauren, "You never said what is down this staircase,"
"Please excuse me," said Maura, "but it really is of no importance."
"My dear," said Henry, "we do not mean to make you uncomfortable, but we would really like to know. My wife and I would like to know everything about this lovely place. We realize that it is old, and you could say that studying old architecture is a pastime of ours."
With these words, Francine looked up and glared.
Not the quick glare, Maura noticed, that she had been using all day. This one was a long hard stare.
Maura sighed, "Very well. You were right when you said this is an old building. Down there is a dungeon. Every one in this house hates this place, especially me. No one has gone down there in a long time. The evil mage Tristan who was defeated by the great mage Numair strengthened it greatly when he was here. If you have the Gift and you are imprisoned there you won't be able to use it."
At the name Numair a look of hatred flashed across the man's face. Maura missed the look but she heard the sound he made in his throat. "Do you know him?" she asked.
"I don't know this Tristan, but I have met Numair." he replied. Finally the tour was done and Maura's new guardians were shown to their rooms.
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"So my dear, what do you think of Dunlath?" asked Aeejah to his wife. "Wonderful my handsome mage. It's better than I expected, especially the fact that there is a dungeon that is positively wonderful in the aspect that Numair will be the one affected by those chains and walls of the Gift restraining prison," squealed Eurianne at the prospect of the irony. "Of course, thank Mithros that Numair so nicely put in a prison that will fit our purposes exactly. Now, all we have to do is secure our plans!" exclaimed the excited mage. "What plans?" asked Eurianne. "Um, well those are to be determined soon. As a matter of fact, now!" said Aeejah as he sent his Gift around the room to sound proof it. "Now, let us see what we can do to our needs to have that Arram and the Wild Mage dropped right into our front door!" he cried. Their heads bent over a map and some writing materials, they planned the abduction of two mages and the destruction of Tortall.
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There you go. And now just review...................and I will be happy. (