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| Topic Started: May 29 2008, 09:37 AM (234 Views) | |
| Kenna | May 29 2008, 09:37 AM Post #1 |
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Wind whipped her hair around as she stared across the precipice and to the ocean beyond. It was grey today and the wind blew stronger than usual. A storm was probably rolling in. Many of the native inhabitants leaned heavily upon the myth that the storms were strong reactions to the mourning of a hopeless wife searching for the husband she lost over the cliffs. It was here that Kenna, the queen of Ankgar, frequently escaped. She escaped from the questions, the requests, the stares, the quarreling and bickering, from the threats of war. It was all too much for her. She leaned so heavily upon Razarod that sometimes she worried she was no longer the independent woman that he had fallen in love with. Yet when she caught him watching her his eyes dispersed any doubt that had risen in her mind. It was mesmerizing, the ocean. As she continued to stare she began to understand how one could be drawn to the edge. Rocks that were loosened by the constant wind and barrage of ocean waves made the sharp drop that much more dangerous. One would have to tread very carefully in hopes of keeping their life. It was for this reason that she remained back towards the broad plateau – and on horseback. The black mare shook it’s head at the distaste she felt for having to be as close as they were. Kenna patted the mare’s neck and whistled softly. The horse’s ears turned back towards her and Kenna laughed quietly. “We won’t go any farther, Love.” Despite the cloud cover, Kenna knew that the sun was nearing it’s last descent into it’s quiet slumber. She was still a day’s journey from her palace – and her love. Sighing, she scratched the mare just in front of the saddle. “I suppose it’s time we went back. Our escorts will be waiting.” Turning her horse, she took one last look at the ocean. Such power and fury was found there! And yet Kenna could gather from it a peace and a center. It was important when she had to spend so much time away from her king. Until they were able to appoint Lords of the cities and towns, the king and queen had to test and weigh the loyalty and character of the town elders. It was from these men (and women) that the Lords were chosen. There were only a few more towns to visit. Razarod had sent his wife in an effort to make this as much her home as his. The people, though thankful for the prosperity, had not looked upon a foreign queen with pleasure in the first few years of their reign. Though as word of the queen’s fairness and kind heart spread, loyalty to both crowns began to grow. “I will be very happy to be back home, Love. It has been too many months since I have seen my king." |
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| Razarod | May 29 2008, 10:02 PM Post #2 |
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The king has also been busy assessing the various towns and cities, finding what sort of work needs to be done on each and finding suitable candidates to help govern it. With the mast majority of Ankgar governed by two people, the king and queen have had to set out to do this work personally. But tonight, Razarod is not working. The clouds in the sky are set ablaze as the sun slowly sets below the ocean, which is set ablaze with the reflection of the sky. A storm is indeed going to set in before the night is over. Is it quite a beautiful sight now, but the sky is heavy with clouds and a strong wind blows from the west. The sound of the wind and the waves echoes heavily through the air as the queen sits on the cliff alone and looks wistfully at the sea. But perhaps she isn't as alone as she believes. The king that she is longing to be with is, in reality, not back at the palace like she believes. He, instead, has embarked on the relatively short trip here to meet her a day early. And he has just now arrived, and now makes his way onto the ledge. The wind catches his long navy blue locks and they fan out behind him, blowing wildly in the strong breeze. He becomes visible just as she turns around to rejoin her escorts. "There you are my love... I thought I might find you here." A great smile spreads across his face and his arms open wide, beckoning her to come to him. The lonely nights in the various towns and about the palace were too much to bear for one day longer. "I've missed you so much Kenna... I couldn't take another day without you." |
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| Kenna | May 29 2008, 10:20 PM Post #3 |
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The moment Kenna saw him, she let out a squeal and quickly dismounted. She let the reins hang down knowing that the mare wouldn’t run. Before he had finished speaking, she was in his arms, grinning. It had been two months since they had parted ways. There had been so much to do that there was not the time for them to visit each town together. Two months without her constant companion had worn her mind. She had always consulted Razarod, laughed with him, or cried on his shoulder. Planting a kiss on his forehead, she nodded furiously. What was it about seeing him that made her regress 10 years? “Oh! Only in my day dreams did I imagine you’d be here!” She took a step back and took him in. He certainly was a sight! But he was HER sight. Lacing her fingers with his, she took Love’s reins in her other hand. “There is a village not far from here. It’s under the ruling of a city half a day’s journey away. They have a lovely inn that they have offered to our use. I sent my escorts ahead of me so that they could rest. They were fatigued from our work.” She looked at the sky and then back to her husband. “We’d better be quick if we’re too escape the rain!” |
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| Razarod | May 30 2008, 12:15 PM Post #4 |
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His arms wrap tightly around his queen as she runs toward him, emitting a squeal of delight. It would appear that the two months apart has taken quite a toll on the both of them. Two months without the woman he loves with him, sharing every moment, all the laughter and the tears, was a painful experience. Hopefully never again will they have to repeat it. His smile grows broader as she plants a kiss on his forehead and he returns it with one on the lips, holding it out for as long as he can, never wanting to let go of her. Finally though, the two do separate, but join hands shortly thereafter. "That sounds lovely to me." He smiles and kisses her cheek again. "I've missed you so much. Two months was far too long... I really hope we don't have to separate like this again." Razarod tightens his hand just a bit around that of his queen and gazes lovingly into her eyes. The cloudiness of the sky and the strong wind remind the couple that this pleasant reunion could become slightly unpleasant if they linger too long out in the open. It has become a bit darker since he first showed up only a few minutes ago, as the clouds grow thicker and the sun sinks lower. Not only is a storm about to hit, but nightfall as well. "You're right, we'd better get going before we're caught out in the storm." The royal pair mount Love and begin to ride off into the distance. "How did it go? Were there any good choices?" |
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| Kenna | May 31 2008, 10:04 PM Post #5 |
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She grinned and held him tightly as he kissed her. Kenna wished that could say for certain that they’d never be apart… but… “Razarod- you know as well as I that the nature of what we do will call us away often. We do it for our island. For our children and grandchildren. The thought makes it only a little easier to be away from you… but I’ll take it.” Wind whipped her hair around again as the two settled in on Love. She let him take the reigns, preferring to nuzzle in under his chin and enjoy the warmth of his body next to hers. It really had been too long. “There were a few. I’ve written their names and reasons why I think they’d be acceptable for the position. I told each of the prospective leaders that a royal messenger would be sent to notify the towns who would be appointed.” In some towns, there had only been one possibility- they were small. Almost villages, to be exact. Had they been closer to a larger town they would’ve been adopted by it and live under the direction of the larger town’s leader. The rural areas sometimes made it hard. One can only travel so quickly. |
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| Razarod | Jun 5 2008, 10:11 AM Post #6 |
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Razarod gazes down into his loves eyes, holding her close still. "I know that it'll happen. I just wish it wouldn't... But you're right. We're doing a lot of good, and if we have to be apart, I'm glad that at least it's for a good reason." The king takes the horse's reigns, allowing his queen to snuggle in close to him and enjoy the ride. The feeling of having her close to him is the best feeling he's experienced in these last two months, and it feels so great to finally have it back. He listens to her talk of her journey around the island, the people she met and the places she saw. "Yeah, I've done the same. But in some places there were only one or two choices. The really small towns that are far apart from the others..." He's hesitant to talk about some of the things he saw with the towns themselves though. The port city of Zedrin, for example. Most of its land is slums, where even the smallest and hardest-working families can't get by. Slavery is also rampant there. Of course it's illegal, but that is just a recent development, one that started under Razarod's rule. Many of the more wealthy residents had slaves long before Razarod came to rule the island, and feel that they shouldn't have to change. And a lot of the smaller towns are terribly underdeveloped... But how are they do everything at once? They can't. But then they have to choose who to help first. "There's a lot of work that needs to be done... A lot of people aren't exactly... eager.. to accept some of the changes we've made." He realizes that she's probably seen a lot of the same thing on her travels. He sighs and guides the horse toward town, now only a few minutes away. So far they have been fortunate and there has been no storm as of yet. Here's hoping their luck holds out just little while longer... |
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| Kenna | Jun 5 2008, 11:25 AM Post #7 |
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Kenna relaxed in the strong arms of her husband, listening to the melody of his voice. His words seemed to roll over her – a welcome relief from the silent escorts that had accompanied her the past two months. Certainly, they had spoken among themselves but whenever she had approached an awkward silence fell over the group. She sighed, remembering how long she had attempted to make them feel at ease around her. It had been no use. Their knowledge of previous kings and queens had come from history books… and they hadn’t been kind. The monarchs, that is. Her escorts had been kind enough- however quiet they were. Although her husband was silent on the subject of the more negative aspects of their land, she was aware of the poverty that was so rampant in the large cities- and small villages. It knew no boundary of age or family history. It struck in the form of homelessness and starvation. Children were left to fend for themselves if the parents didn’t have the resources to feed as many mouths as there were. Kenna had done what she could, finding the few women that had the ability to care for a few of the children, but she hadn’t been able to do much. That was yet another goal to add to their ever-growing list of tasks to bring Angkar back to it’s former glory. “Very few people will accept change when it comes. You have to prove to them that it’s in their best interest. People are selfish.” She shook her head. “We will do what we can. It’s always harder to get things started than to continue them – but I know we’ll do it.” |
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| Razarod | Jun 6 2008, 11:29 AM Post #8 |
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Love gallops across the countryside, Razarod and Kenna on her back. The king holds his queen snugly in his arms. "I suppose we weren't always so willing to accept change either. I'm glad we did though." He looks back and remembers the many changes they'd been through, meeting, being sent on a journey together, falling in love, becoming Messengers, and leaving the Messengers eventually. And now ruling an island. Some of these changes they graciously accepted, but others, they hadn't taken so well. But they'd made it through all of it. "They'll come around, eventually, some way. Everyone does." Finally, the inn comes into view as they ride into town. "Hey, it looks like we're here. And we're still dry too!" However, it would appear that the king has spoken a bit too soon. The first thunderclap is heard almost immediately after he finishes that sentence. And not off in the distance, but loudly. And almost immediately after, the torrent of rain begins. The sky is now completely darkened by cloud cover, and the air is thick with the downpour raining down from the heavens above. Razarod leaves Love with the escorts who begin attending to her. He sweeps Kenna up in his arms, one hand under her back and another under her knees, and hurries into the inn. It's only about ten or twenty feet, but it's plenty of room for the two of them to get completely and utterly soaked. Once inside, he gently sets Kenna down, and kisses her on the cheek, laughing. "Well, we WERE still dry..." |
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| Kenna | Jun 8 2008, 08:35 PM Post #9 |
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Kenna laughed and tied her hair up in a bun to keep it from dripping any more than it already had. She playfully tugged at Raz’s sleeve and winked. “Don’t try to be prophetic, my love… you’ll only be proven wrong.” She took hold of his hand and smiled. She would rather be soaking wet with him here than dry without him. Besides, neither one of them would want to stay in their wet clothes for much longer… Kenna blushed and then grinned to herself. It had been a long two months. The inn keeper looked up from the book he was reading. The red-faced, thin man was perched on a stool behind a counter. Behind him were keys hanging on pegs in the wall next to a small cabinet that served not only as a bookshelf but also as a small bar. Vague recognition flickered across the man’s face before he stood up straight. “Your majesties!” He turned and grabbed a key from the end of the row of pegs without asking them if they even wanted a room. “An honor to host you!” The man bustled around the end of the counter and bowed low. Kenna stopped herself before she rolled her eyes and forced a smile. “Sir, we will need rooms for our escorts as well. Please be sure to see to their every need and that no one will disturb the king and I for the remainder of the night.” “Of course, of course. There is a fire already alight in our best room. Allow me to show you there.” The innkeeper hurried towards their room and opened the door for them. He handed the key to Kenna and stepped aside. Pulling Razarod into the room behind her, she closed the door behind her. As the innkeeper had said, there was a fire burning across the room. On the eastern wall was a large four-poster bed with an old, but well-kept quilt lain across. Two chairs sat on a woven rug in front of the fire. Kenna leaned back against the door and grinned at her husband with a wink. “Your clothes are wet, Razarod. You should change out of them.” |
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| Razarod | Jun 20 2008, 10:23 AM Post #10 |
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The sunlight streams in through the window, illuminating the royal couple's room. The king is the first to awaken, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light. The morning has come now, and there is no sign of the turmoil of last night in the sky. The air is mostly quiet, except for the sound of a soft breeze and a few birds outside the window. As his eyes open, the first place they settle are on his wife, who is still sleeping next to him, her form lying face down on the bed, the blankets down around their knees. His eyes trace over her smooth skin, lingering on her legs, and he softly runs a couple of fingers through her hair and kisses her forehead. Razarod thinks for a moment about how lucky he is to have such a beautiful, sweet, and amazing woman by his side. She's done more for him than she could ever know. He stands up slowly, trying not to disturb her and wake her up earlier than necessary. He pulls the blankets up to her waist to keep her from getting to cold, and then grabs a nearby robe and puts it on, walking over to the window and looking outside. The first signs of activity are just starting in the street, and the sun is still not at its peak in the sky. The kings face soon turns the other way and goes back to watching his queen sleep peacefully. Back at Razarod and Kenna's castle, though, things are not as well. Two of their servants are straying from their duties and their hands are finding their way into places they don't belong, trying to learn things they aren't supposed to know, and preparing to deliver what they find to those who aren't so enthusiastic about the unified rule of the island, or more particularly the people ruling the island. There are spies afoot, and they are taking full advantage of Razarod and Kenna's absence. |
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| Kenna | Jun 20 2008, 11:40 AM Post #11 |
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Kenna had been snuggled up to her husband. Her back seemed to curve to fit his side as though one inch of space between the two of them would have been too much to bear. Her now-dry hair laid around her head in its loose curls. It had been a lot time since she had slept so soundly… of course, it had been a long time since she’d worn herself out so much. She seemed to smile in her sleep. It seemed her dreams could remember the feel of having her love close again. When Razarod rose to look out the window, Kenna shivered. She snuggled further down into the bed, sleepily grabbing Razarod’s pillow wrapping her arms around it and unconsciously inhaling his scent. After a time, she became aware of her husband’s eyes on her. Rolling over and slowly opening her eyes – she’d never been much of a morning person – she smiled. “Good morning.” Reaching towards him, she motioned for him to come lie down beside her. She wanted to hold his face close to hers, to watch his smile spread across his face, and to put her thumbs on either side of the bridge of his nose to feel the smooth skin beneath his eyes. --- In the darkness of the back halls – the halls that only a few servants knew the way, a small, but wiry young man pulled from his pocket a long strip of paper. Across it were written a series of numbers and one phrase. “The Histories of The Free Islands”. Nodding to himself, he rushed off towards the library. His instructions would be found in the cipher… He just had to sneak the large volume out of one of the most closely watched castles on the island. |
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| Razarod | Jun 22 2008, 10:43 PM Post #12 |
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Razarod watches as his love lays in the bed, sleepily rolling around. She looks so beautiful lying there peacefully, that lovely smile spread across her face as she dreams sweet dreams. This for him as much as for her, was the best night of sleep he has had since she had left. Those nights spent in cold, empty rooms without her by his side were hard, and it feels so great for that to be over now. He watches, a smile on his face, as Kenna stirs and her eyes open to the morning. "Good morning, my love." As she beckons him over, he climbs back into the bed and lays down beside her, putting his arm over her and pulling her close and kissing her softly. "That was the best night I can remember having in the last two months... it's a shame we have to get back to reality so soon.... You're sure we just couldn't get.. delayed?" The king laughs before finishing his statement. "It's not like anyone could stop us..." He runs his fingers through Kenna's hair and kisses her again. ____________________________________________________________________ The wiry young man makes his way through the halls, and into the library. In order to make a convincing servant, they had to use someone young, who wouldn't be expected to find much better work. This thin young man, almost still a child, fit the bill perfectly. His hair, long, black, and somewhat greasy falls around his face as his eyes dart around the room and over his shoulders, trying to assure that no one is watching him. He is nervous, never having done this sort of thing before. He was supposed to have had help, but is made even more nervous by the fact that his accomplish has never shown them self. Perhaps they were caught? What if they tell of the plan? His thoughts are cut short by a hand suddenly resting on his shoulder. "Son, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me..." The other is dressed as a servant as well but older and stronger. But this man is different from the boy and the other servants, he speaks with a more confident, authoritative air, and his language is more complex. How could he have been caught so easily? The young boy swallows a lump in his throat as he follows the other man. |
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| Kenna | Jun 23 2008, 09:31 PM Post #13 |
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Kenna smiled sleepily, pushing her hair from her eyes as she turned in Razarod’s embrace. “mm… yes. I missed you.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and snuggled up under his chin, letting the warmth of his body keep her from getting cold. “I like that idea. We’ve been working for a while – even a king and queen need a rest every now and then, right?” She grinned. “We can send the others ahead. Let the regent know we were… detained… for a time.” Her words were slow, almost slurred by her groggy state. As she began to wake up, her stomach informed her that it hadn’t eaten in several hours. As much as Kenna wanted to ignore it, she was going to have to get dressed and call for breakfast. She craned her head over Razarod’s shoulder to see if the fire was still lit. Her doubts were confirmed when she made out the glowing embers of a dying fire. Hopefully it had survived long enough to dry her clothes. The rest of them probably smelled a little too much like the few months of travel she had forced them to endure. She would gather her clothes – and her husband’s – and send those to be cleaned. That would be a good way to begin their journey home… once they got to it. |
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| Razarod | Jun 27 2008, 09:30 AM Post #14 |
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As Razarod lays on the bed beside Kenna and wraps her arms around her, he immediately feels her throw her arms around his body and pull him close, throwing her legs around his waist and stopping him from going anywhere. As if he would actually want to leave this state. "Yes... let's send the others on ahead. And we can just stay here... together...." He softly runs his hand down her sides and to her legs, and caresses the outside of her thigh softly. He kisses his queen deeply, savoring every second of it, before laying his head back around her shoulders, and breathes deeply, taking in the sweet scent of her hair. He brings his hand back up slowly, tickling her sides a little bit as he goes, but keeping her pulled close. ____________________________________________________________________ The wiry young spy is pulled aside by the new arrival. He still doesn't understand, how could someone have caught on so easily. It's almost as if they already knew who they were looking for. Then he starts to wonder: Could they have known? But how? And why wait until now to stop him? The older man produces a key from the pockets of his robes and opens the door to a small study, pulling the younger one inside with him. He simply points to a chair, in which the young one sits, prepared to be interrogated. He now locks the door behind them, leaving only the two of them able to enter the room, unless someone else with a key were to come along. The older spy is about thirty years of age, his blue eyes containing a harsh look in them. He is bald, but this is by choice and not nature: his head has been shaved. "Now, you're probably wondering how I was able to figure out what you were up to so easily. The truth is: I already knew. I'm sure you were told you wouldn't be working alone.... Don't tell me you gave up on me appearing so quickly. I assume you got the parchment? Because the cipher for it is located in this room. Now, start searching the shelves for it, while we're still young!" He turns around and begins thumbing through the shelves along the wall. A couple small chains can be seen from this angle coming from one of his pockets, but they were hidden when he had his arms lowered. |
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| Kenna | Jun 27 2008, 09:07 PM Post #15 |
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Kenna squirmed and laughed before she pulled away a little bit to glare at Razarod. “Stop!” But she made no move to pull much farther away than necessary. When a person has been away from their love for any amount of time it seems to be almost torture to be more than an arms breadth away from them. She scooted down and pressed her ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It’s steady rhythm seemed to be in slow motion compared to the joyful – almost nervous – beat of her own. With every breath that her king took, her heart would flutter. Feeling him move beside her – even that slow rise and fall of his chest – filled her with contentment. Where else could a queen belong but in the embrace of her king? Her mind flashed back to her own mother and father, a memory that came unbidden. They had never known love as Kenna did now. Though they were no royal couple, her parents had led their clan with strength and stability… even as a young girl Kenna had questioned the passion that was absent in her parent’s relationship. How could a leader teach deep devotion when there was none in his own heart for his wife? But Kenna certainly didn’t have that to worry about. There was no lack of passion in her marriage. She believed with all sincerity that her husband was a good king and would become all the better as time passed. It was the loyalty of her husband’s people to her that often worried her. She was an outsider from a strange and unknown land. Kenna sighed – would she ever feel as though she belonged in this land? The only time that she felt at all welcome was at times like this… when the only one she had to please was her husband. He certainly wasn’t hard to please. It seemed as though just her smile was enough to awaken a deeper love in his eyes. Oh, she wished that she could love him all the more! If it were at all possible to burrow closer to him, Kenna did it, closing her eyes tightly to the rest of the world. “Never leave me, Razarod.” And she kissed him. --- The young spy was dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected someone of this man’s caliber to be his partner. So much for his “big break” into the higher ranks of their order. Once again, he was seen as third in a group of 2 (Antony always left room for whatever orders he was given to out-rank him. He was always seen as replaceable). Sighing, he quickly began to run his fingers over the bindings of the books. He knew that the one they searched for would not be by the exact phrase that he was given in the message. That would be too easy should the parchment be intercepted. “Histories”. That could mean any number of things. It could be a literal recounting of the history of these lands… or it could be a story – a fairy tale of old. “Free islands” was somewhat of a riddle as well. The island of Ankgar and the other islands in the outlying area hadn’t been referred to as such in Antony’s recollection of his homeland… yet he had never done well in his studies concerning the history of anything. Learning about old, dead men had never been something that appealed to him. He realized now (and perhaps too late) that what he set out to do would land him in history books. Antony wanted to be remembered… just as many of those “old, dead men” had wanted to be remembered. Oops. He silently apologized to their memory and swore to begin to appreciate his forefathers once he finished with this mission. |
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