Death, Talk, & Talk of Death
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 59135
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Lucieno was glad that the old man was the victim of a gypsy
incantation,
it meant worries over his current quest were indeed groundless. He
also breathed a sigh of relief over the senseless worries that
his "puppets"
might be detained in a possible inquest. He had lived over 700 years,
what
was a few more weeks or months?!?
****************** *********** Fred and Astra were together, alone, in an upper hallway alcove, whispering. "...not good," said Fred. "Of course not!" hissed Astra. "That monster is here, HERE, in the flesh! and even if he wasn't he's in our heads whenever he wants!" "Why kill the old man?" said Fred. "Why? Becasue he can." ******************* ********** The younger man known as Cedric was speaking with the Innkeeper. There were not as many questions as one might think. Murder happens, no one likes it, but that's life. *************** ************** Ambaric was in his room cooking. He didn't practice much culinary magic but he knew a recipe that might give some illumination to this horrible mess. His book was open to page 56, he had already lit a small fire in a metal pot that lay on his bed, and a thin plate was raised above the fire, a plate holding a mixture of herbs and spices and a strip of cloth from the dead man's pants which Ambaric had ripped while no one had been looking. The spell was intended to reveal if the death of the old man was connected to Ambaric's own secret pilgrimage. *************** ************** Shire-Riff Wonts was already walking to the inn. He had gotten word that someone was dead. Rumors said the man was killed by the brown assasins. rumors! spat out the Shire-Riff. Rumors were mostly useless to a man like Wonts, he liked cold, hard facts... and cold hard liquor as well. The only good thing about the death was that it happened in the inn, at the least he'd get an ale from the cold root-cellar. ************ **************** *********************** Meanwhile, in a military hall within the lands of Allaria a man held a letter in his hands. "Frederigo," he said to the smaller man by his side. "Lord Frederigo of Suffex?! He was at that border-post?" The man shook the letter. "Either its a lie or Duke Dred's son has turned and run from his quest!" The little man shifted uneasily, placing his weight on one leg and then the other. "Yes, Master Brass. Our courier is ready to take this news to the Duke and then to King Emry." "Damnit all," grumbled Master Brass. "Send them off, and tell Horace that he needs to get himself to that border-post; we need the best tracker we've got. He needs to investigate, and he needs to find out if someone is using the Lord D'Honaire's name or if it is the Lord himself!"
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