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Order of the Sword & Rose
Sereyne sat in the Dawnswords dining hall, looking down at her soup, stirring it with her spoon as she glanced about the rather quiet room. Her hand wanting to open the tubes of the scrolls that were laying beside the dinner on the table. As the soup failed to hold her attention, suddenly the rune on the back of her hand started to glow. She started, it had never done that before. Glancing about the empty room again, she finished swallowing her current mouthful of soup, and gathered up her scroll tube and sprinted out f the room towards the stairs, trying to do that and concentrate on her hand, the rune and why it was glowing all at the same time.
As she hit the entrance of her room, the rune flashed brightly and her vision went black, followed by the image of Shiningeagle, beaten and battered on the floor of a cave somewhere. Next to him lays Lilly, also looking badly wounded. She sagged against the room door, fumbling to open it blindly, though with swiftness almost like she has practice opening her door without sight in the past. She stumbles into her room, the scrolls scattering on the floor, her mind focused inwards, trying to absorb everything she can see.
She heard Shiningeagle’s voice, felt his thoughts <Sereyne, I am not sure how long I can keep this vision up. Jaggie and I are alone, trapped in the Subterrane. The Wayfinders are dead.> Sereyne did nothing to fight the vision, listening intently, mind racing to pick up every nuance, every clue. <I cannot teleport out, too many problems may occure, I need you to help the others find us…> The vision went dark at this point, his voice and thoughts fading, then gone completely.
She shook her head as the connection faded, her white eyes flashing with intense lights of green and purple. For once in her life, the scattered scroll tubes and their bandolier, lay scattered on her floor, forgotten as she took several deep breaths. She glanced down at the rune on her hand, watching it glow faintly, then wink out. She frowned and steadied herself, reaching over she grabbed her staff, her eyes a whirlwind of flashing colors. She stood there in the middle of the room for a moment; the door still cracked open from her inglorious entrance. She took a couple of deep breaths and went over a list of people in her mind, running the checklist a couple of times til she knew who she should seek out.
Grabbing a cloak from the peg by her door, she barely got it across her shoulders before she was out of the room, onto the stairs and heading to the front door of the villa. Sereyne exits the villa in a hurry, but made sure the door swung shut behind her, and latched shut. She spoke a brief cantrip that locked the door except for other of the Dawnswords and glanced about the street. She gathered the cloak closer and rushed along her way, the lights in her eyes swirling madly. She hit the Phoenix Tavern first, her face paling as she saw how few patrons had gathered that eve. Her eyes scanned the room, and her mood became even more agitated as she moved to the back, to talk to Cog. After learning that at least one of the people she had saught had been there earlier that eve and left with company. She headed out to do a brief search of the city, her eyes flashing once on the Fellowships Chapter hall, her eyes scanning the fluxing energies for any familiar source. This search was fruitless as well. So she circled the marketplace, then started hitting the Houses. At each House she left word with a runner that if they were to see any of the people she mentioned, that they were to try to contact her.
Frowning to herself as she left House Kundarak, she returned to the Phoenix, to get something warm to drink and ponder her next move. As she warmed up, that odd cat of Keaoden approached her, and nearly drew blood as it tried to break her attention away from her current crisis. And even more startling, started to talk to her. Asking for her help. She nearly choked on her hot apple cider. “No.. No” she shook her head, she couldn’t add another emergency onto her plate at his time. Her heart sorrowed, but she had to leave the Tavern. As she did so.. her eyes fell on the Orien Messaging Post and nodded, using parchment and a charcoal pencil, Sereyne hurriedly wrote several messaged, posting them to the currier.
(This letter is posted Thursday night.. 6-19-2008, late in the evening.. around 12:30am est.. After its posted, she will take up spot outside the Fellowship’s hall, almost nodding to sleep as she hopes to catch someone, before she goes nuts ::grins:)
To whom it may concern, I am sending this House Orien Courier because I am at wits end. It is being sent to those of you I have meet personally, as I don’t know any other members by sight. This evening while consuming my evening meal, I received notice from my Teacher and Mentor, Shiningeagle. He and Lillypetal had been exploring the depths of the subterranean areas, and the Wayfinders that had been sent with them have met, horrible ends. He and Lilly are stranded below, as teleport magics may be unstable down there. I do not know where to go from here, I ask for your assistance. I know so few of you by sight, but.. if you would aid them in any way..
Will await your answer, while I can. Outside of the hall..
Sereyne ArinorApprentice to Shiningeagle of The Fellowship of the Golden NightArcane and Construct Specialist of the Dawnswords.
After posting the message.. Sereyne whistled, and from the ether loped a metallic canine. She leaned down and passed some arcane energies into her steel companion.. "Come.. Duo.. we m..m..must m.. m.. maintain a vi.v..vigil..Someone w..w... we k.k..know will help." She walked to the quiet halls of the Fellowship, paused.. thinking of knocking and then just shakes her head.. from the energies in her eyes.. she didn’t see many of the strong life forces she was seeking.. no signatures that are familiar with her.. so she sat on the steps and waited.::
::She sat there for hours, her fingers caressing the heavy steel plates that protected Duo's shoulder and forelegs. Sereyne, frowned as she watched the sun come up throught the clouds, chasing away the darkness and the storm from the previous eve. Her magics had kept her dry, except for the moisture in her pale white eyes. The depths of her eyes still swirling with a chaotic mix of green and purple light, as she mulled over her next course of action. If she didn’t hear from the Fellowship soon, or if no one came through their guild hall doors, she might have to arrange a group herself. She bit her lower lip, knowing how much of a disaster that would be. She knew what lay below the sleeping and waking streets of Stormreach, she knew what had broken free or had been summoned since the devils first had set their portals loose upon the city, even before the Twelve had denied to speak to the masses, or speak down to the masses.
She remembered the letter that had been delivered to her room at the Villa, days before this current emergency. The one holding the still glowing seal of the Twelve. The one that forbid her by their highest council to research anything more having to do with the devils, the portals and the Subterranean threat. The letter that she would have cheerfully ignored had she not already promised her mentor that she would not do any more research or arcane experimentation for the next few weeks. She silently fumed, nearly missing the House Orien Courier who approached her cautiously, giving the steel dog at her side an odd glance.
“Mistress Sereyne Arinor?” The young female wearing the Orien colors stated, almost whispered. Sereyne looked up from the Fellowship’s steps and nodded. “You paid to be personally notified of any responses to your .. missive.” The woman stepped back as Sereyne’s odd eyes shocked her, but much to her credit she only stepped one pace, steeling herself.
Sereyne nodded, and raised her hand to accept the missive. “C..c..c..can you wait f..f.f..for a r..r.r.reply?” The courier nodded, as Sereyne scanned the reply, her eyebrow cocked as she noted the recipient and sender and smiles slight, “How c..c.c.come I knew you w..w..w..w.ould be the first to r..r..r..reply.”
Message from Zoltando: I can mobilize a unit to search for them posthaste, I know my way around the subterrain. Beware of the living spells, gather your best and brightest and meet me at the enterance to the subterrain in one day.
Sereyne straightened a little and leaned back against the houses wall, her fingers finding Duo’s shoulder joint, small sparkles of magical energy from her fingertips cascading into the fine leather, wood and metal components between the plates. She would wait here.. Some where, sometime, something would be done, she would be damned if she disappointed someone else she cared for.::
::Sereyne's eyes stop at Deriaz's chest, the purple and green flashes joined by faint sparks of red and blue, then her gaze continues up to his face once more. She cocks her head, her mouth opening as if starting to ask a question.. Then shakes her head, pushing off that line of inquirey for later, if there is one.
"All I c..c..c.can offer is my a..a..a..ability to hear Sh..sh..sh..shiningeagle, hopefully either my d..d..d.d.description can lead you all to t..t.t.hem, or he w..w.w.will cc..c.c.c.ontact me again. Zoltando has already v..v.v.v.v..v.olunteered to h..h..h..he.help organize this r.r..r.rescue. Perhaps you and h..e..e.e should c..c..c..council? I will accompany if n..n..n..eeded, but I fear there is little g..g..g..good my m..m..m.agics or knowledge will do in a f..f..f..fight, with the dangers b..b.b..below, though.. hmm.. I c..c..c.an m..m..m.end c..c..construct d..d..d.damage.. So I c...c..c.could ch..ch..channel into that."::