The Schemer's Scheme Foiled

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

 

Gwyn Warlai sat in front of her hearth, burning the signs she had made only a day before. Mumbling, she throws two, three, then five in at one time, the "Quest for Cascadia" curling and crumbling as the fire engulfs it. "Another idea, gone to hell." she shrugs, throwing in another pile. Being dead for a while wasn't so bad, but now she had revealed herself by posting these signs, and it worried her. "They thought me dead, now what will I do?"

 

When all the signs are burned, she rises and goes to pour herself a drink from a decanter on the table. Taking a few sips, her head is already swimming. "I haven't had wine in so long," she whispers, "Am I drunk already?" Setting down the glass, she looks out the window. The city of Felsen was loud today, as usual, and it smelled of warm food. "I am done with this social climbing." She wraps her hand around something on the sill, a small wooden star made by her father so long ago. She looks at, wrapping her fingers around it, before throwing from the window. "I did all of this for Father, soiled my reputation for a promise to Father." She begins to tear. Her father, Phineas Warlai, had wanted her to rise high under any means, to spite the merchant he knew was coming to kill him. She had not wanted to, but what could she say to a man that was, unbeknownst to her, murdered only a few days later. "I need to begin anew, I need to restore myself and my reputation." She nods to herself, thinking of her friend, Renee de Aryn. "Renee, that is who I need to help right now. My only friend." She nods, turning to retrieve her cloak and begin her walk to the de Aryn Manor.

 

(OOC): Yes, her ambitious angle is over. It has greatly effected her storyline and, after her return and realizing that people still don't think to highly of her, I think she will be going the more genuine route.

[Hanrahan 2983]

(( Neat little read, and always good to see this sort of creativity and talent in new players! ))

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

In Virdain, all that could be heard could be the ringing of hammers and the calling of men as the new castle was being constructed. In the manor, all would be silent - Renee was there no longer.