A New Addition To The Rose Tees

[MamaBearJade 2090]

The clouds covered the crescent moon that night. Slowly a hooded figure moved to the Tees just outside the rose base. Behind it, something wrapped in cloth, white hair trailing. A body, small and lithe. Slowly the figure moved to a Tee and sighed, looking up and down at the recently deceased elves that were now nothing more than corpses. Pulling out a crossbow, borrowed from a friend. Slowly the figure unwrapped the body revealing a badly torn skin. The face, torn, disfigured. Only one red eye could be seen, horrified, the other, torn out. All that could be certain about the body was it was a female Mali’ker. A dark elf.

The clothes, commonly found on a specific dark elf, were torn, burned and blood stained. A rope was tied in a noose around the neck. Slowly the figure threw the other end of the rope and hauled the body onto the Tee. Tying the end securly, the figure worked, slowly shooting bolts into the hands to support the body before cutting the rope just behind the knot in the noose. Retrieving their rope, they stepped back and looked as the clouds parting and a small ray of silver moonlight shot out onto the corpse now hanging from the Tee. Blue eyes gleam from under the hood as the figure stepped forth and touched the mali’ker’s cheek.

Slowly the figure looks over to the shoulder and sighs, looking at the Hightower crest that had been scarred onto the shoulder. Slowly the figure steps away and retrieves something from the cloth. It pulls out a letter and looks it over once more before sending it off with a black hawk. Slowly the figure retreats into the darkness with its cloth. Soon the figure stands at the notice board of Malinor and smiles before placing a poster on it. The figure slips away and posts another in Salvus, and one in the former lands of Darkhaven. Three common places. Upon reading the letter, anyone would know what had been done.

The figure writes another letter and sends it off to the White Rose leader, Thomas Chivay. A smile on it’s lips as the figure slips once more into darkness, and out of people’s minds.
 

The body has been removed.

 

The Posters

A gift has been left for all that knew her. A woman born from the darkest parts of the Mali’ker, who rose in the ranks of man. A woman who stayed strong for her people and for her family. Not of Malinor, not of Oren, not of Darkhaven. This woman no longer has a name, nor a face. No, she is now the newest addition to the White Rose Tee’s. A symbol for those that know what she stood for, those who knew her. Mourn and cry while you can for soon her fate may end up being yours. Protect your young and your old. Watch the night as someone may soon claim what has yet to be stolen.

[Silevon 497]

Ascher blinks, reading the letter closely. He shrugs, walking off.

[Samoblivion 532]

Kaelin's lip curls in disgust as he reads the poster and travels to the border to view the new Tee.

"So much for securing the return of our dead, Titania... Oren must abide by the treaty as well."

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*Ivan stands before the cross completely shocked. Eyes wide and jar dropped.*

*He blinks out of this shock and runs to the Salvus keep "....I....have to tell Garth...."*

[Esterlen 4499]

Hadrien de Sarkozy smirks upon hearing the news, quickly downing his goblet of red wine with a swig. Scratching his greying beard, he gestures to Thomas across the room.

 

"It so seems our ***** princess is dealt with, then? I suspect that we'll be encountering problems from her ilk in the future."

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Isabella passed through Salvus to drop off the clothes that the druids had taken from James and Aila as a joke so long ago (per Garth's request), but she came at a bad time... just as he was getting the terrible news. She told him she'd brought the clothes, and he told her why he was in no mood to speak.

 

Her heart immediately sank, and she barely managed to shuffle out of the keep she was so shocked. It took an adorable child and some cake to cheer her up, but then she knew what had to be done.

 

She returned to Malinor, bought a whole bunch of alcohol and showed up on the doorstep of Aenor Calithil. After having to make a short side-quest to gather/heal Aislinn, she confiscated Aenor's weapons and ordered him to drink. That was when she delivered the news.

 

Aislinn already knew. Aenor didn't take it well, but thanks to Isabella's forethought he wasn't able to hurt himself. After some chatting, Aislinn offered him a sedative so that he could sleep it all off. He took a lot of it, so Aislinn and Isabella used the time to move in the furniture Aislinn had been building for his house.

 

The loss hits these three hard... but they still have each other. For now, at least.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art paces around restlessly. He'd fought in wars. He'd charged into the gates of a city, cutting down motley defenders as they stared at him, wide-eyed in fear. He was no saint.

But he could kill a million men and not understand the vicious pattern he'd trapped himself in, the same pattern that had managed to break apart one family, a royal family.

The Mali'ker, the one woman who rose to a position no one could ever imagine she'd have risen to, was no saint either, she was, by no means angelic. But in the end the only crime that had mattered to her killers wasn't what she'd done, but who she was.

Art abruptly stopped his pacing. He had seen a young girl, an arrow embedded in her spine. And only a little while later, her mother hanging by a noose. And yet, people were too absorbed in the way of things to do anything about it.

"Retaliate and we have bloodshed, do nothing and we have bloodshed." He gives a dejected sigh, walking off.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Kaelys continues to read his book 'Mount and Blade: Warband', seemingly oblivious to the things happening around him.

[spqrSancus 175]

The Sword of the Sorrow's Wind sees this. This is the farthest he has journeyed from Salvus since... Damn, he didn't even remember how long. Only 170, so young for an elf. Was he turning old so quickly? He grimaces, and shakes his head, coming back to the present. He looks at the body hard and long, and remembering that this particular woman was a dark elf married into the Hightower family, and only some somewhat recently, as far and long as marriages go... He sighs.

 

"So much heartbreak, in such little a span of time. Creator grant you peace... llir," he says, just barely remembering the ancient elven term. He grimaces, and moves back into the darkness, his chainmail glinting in the moonlight.

 

He is seen later, tending to the Salvus graveyard as he once did, when he was known as Elsil Llumn'iheiu, eyes full of a deep sadness that can scarce be comprehended.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

In the middle of the night a hooded figure appears. Bright red eyes appearing from under the cloak. Her pale hand takes care removing the body and taking it to be buried. Something seems strange. The body was different, and the figure is oddly familiar.