RP channel logs: Maeyja,
Raife (section 1)
The following log fits in between
'In Limbo'
and 'A
Kitten'.
[RP]:
Maeyja hoists herself up onto a chair and begins hammering the last
tapestry on the stone wall.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Maeyja? What's going on in
here? One of my soldiers ran down saying he heard a lot of noise'
[RP]:
Maeyja nearly tumbles off her chair, startled by Raife's voice from
down the hall.
[RP]:
Lord Raife enters the room, concern marking his face.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Did someone say I was in trouble?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife peers around the room, his face starting to flush with
anger.
[RP]:
Lord Raife yells 'What did you do to my room?'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'What do you mean?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife points furiously at the intricately woven tapestries
placed along the walls.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Oh that, I went down to the market
to pick up a few things. I was awfully bored and thought a breath
of fresh air would be good for me.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife grits his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'You WHAT?'
[RP]:
Maeyja replies cooly, 'I just took a short
trip to the market to get some things.'
[RP]:
Maeyja slips her hand behind her back, encircling her palm around
the hilt of her dagger as she watches Raife clench is fingers into
tight fists.
[RP]:
Lord Raife yells 'You deliberately disobeyed
what I asked of you. I merely asked for you to stay in this base.
If you needed something you should have said something.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife yells 'But no, you left with my
gold and without my permission and you've completely demasculated
my room. Not to mention you've made a fool of me by defying my requests.
'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'I'll have you know I made excellent
bargains with your gold and you haven't even taken a long enough
look at OUR room to decide if I've feminized it.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Oh it's OUR room now? Who
let you out anyway? I'm going to go wring his neck.'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'That's of no matter. He had a
dagger in his stomach so he let me go.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Nonsense woman. You may be
sly time to time with your dagger, but my men are well trained.
The most you could hope for is a mere scratch.'
[RP]:
Maeyja glares angrily at Raife.
[RP]:
Maeyja says icily, 'He thought he was obeying
orders. You have no right to kill him. It would be a waste of a
good solider.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife roars 'I have no right? I HAVE
NO RIGHT? I have every right I want to have! I have an entire army
at my command!'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Fine then, take those hands aching
to kill out on me. I was the one who left. I was the one who deliberately
disobeyed you. I knew you would be angry.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'What? That doesn't even make
sense! Are you suicidal? You must be crazy. You've even broken your
own customs by disobeying me.'
[RP]:
Maeyja mutters 'I was hoping you weren't aware
of Nadrak customs.'
[RP]:
Maeyja glares fiercly, biting her lip as her mind races to subdue
the situation. She waits a moment before reacting.
[RP]:
Maeyja 'Raife,' she cooes, 'I
have complete faith in your judgment. Such a strong, rational leader
as yourself surely wouldn't kill someone over a petty thing like
this?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife looks at Maeyja, a puzzled expression appearing on his
face.
[RP]:
Maeyja steps closer to Raife, brushing purposefully up against his
side.
[RP]:
Maeyja murmurs 'Just give yourself a moment
Raife, I'm sure your final decision will come to you quite clearly.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife gazes around the room thoughtfully, conflicting emotions
appearing on his face.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Ah yes, nothing like the sight
of war to set someone thinking.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife nods, looking up at the tapestries that were carefully
woven to depict the glory of the army of Kal Torak.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'War is such a fine art. There
is nothing better than immersing yourself in it.'
[RP]:
Maeyja pauses, letting her suggestions sink in.
[RP]:
Lord Raife after a moment nods again.
[RP]:
Lord Raife sighs heavily and looks down at Maeyja's glittering eyes.
'Well Maeyja, you have me convinced."
[RP]:
Maeyja grins evilly.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'But don't think you can worm
yourself out of this entirely. I will not be humiliated. You will
be confined to this room until I decide otherwise. And no books.'
[RP]:
Maeyja gapes in horror.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Well my pretty little Nadrak,
you successfully wormed back into my reason. Your punishment should
be much more grave than this.'
[RP]:
Maeyja frowns, her heart sinking into her stomach as her one entertainment
was robbed from her.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'You did this to yourself
you know. I must be spoiling you. No sensible woman would have done
what you have without being given reason to think so.'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'But Raife I...?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'cut in firmly, o
Maeyja. You've humiliated me. I will not tolerate it. You're lucky
I chose not to punish you like I would a solider. Now I have work
to do.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife turns his back on the pouting and leaves, speaking quietly
for a moment to a nearby soldier.
[RP]:
Maeyja sighs, collapsing hopelessly on the rug before the fire,
listening to the loud slam of the door shutting and the scuffling
of the men posted outside.
The following log fits in between 'From
bad to worse' and 'Forbidden'.
[RP]:
Lord Raife bursts through the door with a look of fury in his eyes.
[RP]:
Lord Raife rages 'What was Cyras doing in
here?'
[RP]:
Maeyja jumps up, obviously startled by Raife's sudden entrance.
[RP]:
Maeyja stutters 'R...R..Raife, I didn't ex...expect
you to get finished so soon.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Explain the meaning of this!'
[RP]:
(Maeyja): Maeyja's eyes shift from side to side as she quickly tries
to think of a logical response.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'I... I don't know why Cyras was
here. He barged in looking for you and when I informed him you were
not here he got upset and left.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife looks unconvinced by Maeyja's story.
[RP]:
Lord Raife fumes 'I talked with Cyras in the
hall and I gather you are not telling my everything. What are you
trying to hide '
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Nothing Raife, why would I hide
anything from you, my owner?'
[RP]:
Maeyja attempts to give him a sly look but fails.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I fail to believe you. You
are hiding something and I am losing patience.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife directs a levelling gaze at Maeyja.
[RP]:
Maeyja squirms under Raife's glare.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'He was in here checking up on
you. He asked how negotiations went in Yar Nadrak.'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'He asked me the questions because
you were not here. How dare you accuse me!'
[RP]:
Maeyja hopes her bluff and feigned anger are enough to blind Raife
of her and Cyras' true intentions.
[RP]:
Lord Raife thinks over Maeyja's statement in a cool calculated matter.
He burrows his brow in concentration as he attempts to match her
statement with Cyras'.
[RP]:
Lord Raife admits 'Well you have to be telling
me at least half of the truth, or you wouldn't be able to keep that
expression would you. I don't know what I'm going to do with you.'
[RP]:
(Maeyja): Sensing her opportunity, Maeyja strikes in with her argument.
[RP]:
Maeyja pipes in, 'You are stuck with me Lord
Raife. I am a gift from your true master and a weapon in your negotiations
with the Nadraks.'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'If you kill me you will lose
any chance you have with the Nadraks. You cannot sell me because
I will not allow it. I am your ball and chain.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife flinches as Maeyja's words ring true. He is stuck with
the Nadrak, and worse yet, he enjoys her company. Now he has a moral
dilema. For the first time he was seeing Maeyja's true colors. How
is he going to deal with this problem.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Your points have merit Maeyja.
You have tied yourself to me completely. I am going to take a long
walk now, I would appreciate it if you did not leave this room.
'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'In fact, the little power
I have as your owner allows me to order you not to leave this room.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Once I have decided how we
are going to proceed we will talk again.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Silently walks out of the room, closing the door gently
behind him.
[RP]:
Maeyja lets out the breath she had been holding throughout his speech.
She survived this catastrophe but what about the future?
The following log fits in between 'Steps'
and 'Alternative
motive'
[RP]:
(Maeyja): The heavy wooden door at the far end of the chambers creaks
open.
[RP]:
Maeyja nearly jumps as she hears the door open. Her heart sinks
into her stomach and jitters of anxiety shoot through her.
[RP]:
Maeyja draws on a calm mask, forcing herself to relax.
[RP]:
Lord Raife strides in the room and looks around for Maeyja. He notices
her sitting on a chair near the fire.
[RP]:
Lord Raife slowly approaches her and sits down in a chair across
from her.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife): 'We need to talk,' he
states flatly, crossing his arms across his chest and looking at
her sternly.
[RP]:
Maeyja nods, locking onto his eyes with a cool gaze.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Something is going on that
isn't quite right. I can't put my finger on it. Now, I'm giving
you two options.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife pauses, studying Maeyja's reaction.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'And? '
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'You can either tell me the
truth now and we will deal with the situation from there.'
[RP]:
Maeyja interjects 'What makes you think I
wasn't telling you the truth?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife smirks. 'A number of things. I
take that as you aren't going to admit to anything different?'`
[RP]:
Maeyja shakes her head.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'All right then. You will
have your second option. I will be keeping you in a seperate room.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'There will be guards posted
outside in case you need anything. We will move all your belongings.'
[RP]:
Maeyja looks at him thoughtfully.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'And what good is that going to
do you?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I don't know what you're
up to...or if you're up to something. If you are, I'd rather sleep
safely.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'In any case, I will still
be visiting you. I will release you from your imprisonment once
you tell me the truth.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife pauses. 'Or at least until I can
learn the truth on my own.
[RP]:
Maeyja feels her heart sink to her stomach, but conceals her emotions.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Well then, so be it. Where will
I be staying?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife scratches absently at his coarse black hair as he thinks.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I will take you to the south
wing. There are some decent chambers there.'
[RP]:
Maeyja nods and stands up from her chair. She begins rummaging through
the room, pulling out various items and putting them in bags.
[RP]:
Lord Raife raises an eyebrow at her curiously. 'You
wish to leave now?'
[RP]:
Maeyja shrugs. 'Might as well. It will be
evening soon and I'd rather be settled in before I grow tired.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife nods, watching her gather up the last of her things and
scoop up her kitten.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'I don't imagine you'll want her
around.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife smirks. 'Not particularly.'
He stands up and helps her with one of the bags.
[RP]:
(Maeyja): They leave the room and pass through a series of hallways
until reaching a poorly lighted corridor.
[RP]:
Maeyja mutters sarcastically, 'Looks bright
and cheery.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife ignores her comment and opens a door on their left.
[RP]:
(Maeyja): The room has a musty smell to it and dust lightly coats
the objects in the room. A table is in the far corner next to the
fireplace centered on the far wall.
[RP]:
(Maeyja): A bed is placed on the opposing side of the fireplace,
covered with wool sheets that look old and worn.
[RP]:
Maeyja eyes the room with distate.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Well, it will need some cleaning.
Perhaps you can send one of your guards to fetch me some new bedding.
Or if you are really bored, I suppose you could do it.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife shrugs. 'I will send one of them.
I have a few things I have yet to attend to today.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I will be back later this
evening to join you for dinner. You should have plenty of time to
settle in.'
[RP]:
Maeyja sets down the kitten on the floor. It looks around the room
cautiously and sneezes.
[RP]:
Maeyja unconsciously smiles at the little furball.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Well then, I suppose I will be
seeing you then.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife nods, glancing around the room one more time before turning
to leave. He shuts the door quietly behind him and signals for two
men to stand outside her door.
The following log fits in after RP
channel log 11 (before RP channel log 11 is 'Thoughts').
[RP]:
(Maeyja): Maeyja sluggishly awakens feeling as though tons of bricks
have been laid upon her body.
[RP]:
(Maeyja): She slowly looks about her surroundings. She is in a simple
bed made of hay that is covered with course wool blankets.
[RP]:
(Maeyja): Unable to recognize her surroundings, she is struck with
panic.
[RP]:
Lord Raife mutters 'It's about time you woke
up.'
[RP]:
(Maeyja): Maeyja is mildly comforted by hearing Raife's voice. She
looks up at him, running her hand through her knotted black hair.
[RP]:
Maeyja asks 'Where are we?'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife): Raife studies Maeyja, watching the disheveled Nadrak
pull herself out of sleep. He pauses before speaking
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'We're in Kahsha.'
[RP]:
(Maeyja): Maeyja's eyes widen a little as a slew of memories flood
through her mind.
[RP]:
Maeyja asks 'How long have I been asleep?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife shrugs. 'A week or so maybe.'
[RP]:
Maeyja exclaims 'A week?! How is that possible?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'As you will soon remember,
Cyras put us to sleep before departing. I awoke during our travels.
We arrived two nights ago.'
[RP]:
Maeyja grimaces at hearing Cyras' name.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'What has happened since then?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife walks over to the side of the bed and sits down beside
Maeyja.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'It appears you don't recall
what happened.'
[RP]:
Maeyja grumbles 'I just woke up. I haven't
had time to really straighten my thoughts.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife glares at Maeyja, making it apparent that he doesn't
approve of her sarcasm.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Cyras returned after his
long absence. I sought him out.'
[RP]:
Maeyja nods her head and grins.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Ah yes, I remember that. You
created a great deal of havoc. It was a bit hard to follow you among
the chaos.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I told Mernak to put you
in safe keeping. Either he failed or your curiosity won.'
[RP]:
Maeyja laughs.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'I caught him on his way out from
talking to you. He knocked me out for a while, but I awoke shortly
after.'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'So I guess in a sense...he tried.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife grimaces.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Well, no matter. He's dead
now.'
[RP]:
Maeyja gasps in astonishment.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Dead? '
[RP]:
Lord Raife nods slowly.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Sacrificed by that damned
Grolim Zarnal.'
[RP]:
Maeyja mutters sarcastically, ' It's a pity.
I was almost warming up to him.'
[RP]:
Maeyja asks 'Who is Zarnal?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife glares at Maeyja.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Mernak was one of our most
skilled assassins and a great loss.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife sighs.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Zarnal is another Grolim
fanatic. He, along with a large troup, accompanied us here.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'He sacrificed Mernak to Torak.
He made sure to tell me all the details as we rode. I will spare
you of them.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'He has brought his apprentice
Maeskar with him. I'm sure there are more.'
[RP]:
Maeyja grimaces painfully at the thought.
[RP]:
Maeyja asks 'So what now?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Don't you remember?'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'I'm not sure I care to remember.
Please remind me, but be delicate.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife breaths a long sigh and looks blankly off into space.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'It all happened rather fast,
but from what I gather, we're here to breed.'
[RP]:
Maeyja frowns.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'What does that mean?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife rolls his eyes, disgusted.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Isn't it obvious enough?'
[RP]:
Maeyja growls.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Have we been demeaned to this
lowliness? Why us?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'They think skill is inherant,
which is what I'm for.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'You will make the children
appear Nadrak. They will probably be bred several more times before
the Grolims are satisfied.'
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'So what do we do? Just sit here
and...you know...all day?'
[RP]:
Maeyja blushes.
[RP]:
Lord Raife shrugs helplessly.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I'm laying low for a while.
We're surrounded by Dagashi, so I wouldn't try anything rash.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I'm not sure what else is
entangled in this. It is unlikely you will be spared, however.'
[RP]:
Maeyja gasps in astonishment.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'All that training was for nothing?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'No, it proved to Cyras that
you have some skill that can also be bred down.'
[RP]:
Maeyja groans and rolls over in the bed, throwing a pillow over
her head.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Raife, get us out of this. The
implications of all of this makes my head spin.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'That's flattering that you
think I can actually do anything about this.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'Either way, we can never
be sure what Cyras' plans are. He seems to be rather fickle.'
[RP]:
Maeyja slowly sits up and throws her legs over the bed.
[RP]:
Maeyja frowns at her attire.
[RP]:
Maeyja says 'Who put me in this?'
[RP]:
Maeyja points at the gauzy fabric covering her.
[RP]:
Lord Raife raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'I did. I didn't think you
would be too happy fully clothed in leather in heat like this.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'We are sheltered, but in
a desert nonetheless.'
[RP]:
Maeyja resists the impulse to slap Raife for his indecency.
[RP]:
Maeyja asks 'So what now?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife says 'We wait...'
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
Maeyja sweeps back her long black hair, fanning her neck with her
hand.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
It felt significantly hotter in Kahsha than in Rak Cthol and she
was having trouble getting used to it.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
The room she had awakened in was small and drab, looking as though
it hadnt been lived in for quite some time.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
purses her lips and looks around the room with distate.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
mutters 'It's rather stuffy in here. I think
I'm going to have a look around.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
turns to a small wooden door and grasps the tarnished bronze handle.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'You aren't going to be leaving this
hut.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Oh? So it's a hut now? Well, I suppose
it's good news to not be confined to such a drab room.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
turns the handle and opens the door and steps into a small, bleak
looking room.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
frowns.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
The room is bland with the exception of a few functional pieces
of furniture.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
It is quite small and has a low, flat ceiling. The walls appear
to be made of rough stone.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
A layer of chalky dust coats everything in the house, giving it
a musty smell.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
crosses her arms and smirks.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Well, we have a living room, a kitchen,
and a bedroom. What else could you need?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
steps out of the bedroom behind Maeyja and looks around the small
house, his face expressionless.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'It will do.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
rolls her eyes, disgusted.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'It'll be a bit of work, but, yes, it
will do. '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
turns to Raife and taps her chin thoughtfully.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Now why is it that I can't leave this
house?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
points out a small window at the far side of the room...the only
window in the house.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'If you will notice, there are only men
walking these streets.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'It is unseemly for a woman to be walking
around. We will need to cover the window to conceal you within.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
looks out the window and the back at Raife, annoyance written clearly
on her face.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Oh dear, wouldn't it be tragic for a
woman to walk around? We're such deadly creatures, what with all
of our battle experience.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I'd hate to see what would happen to
these specially trained Dagashi if women were let loose upon the
streets!'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
rolls her eyes, disgusted.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
stares blankly at her, not quite catching her sarcasm.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
sighs.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'It was a joke Raife.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
continues to stare blankly at her.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'All right, nevermind then.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
walks to the center of the living area and brushes off a wooden
chair. She seats herself and motions for Raife to join her.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
As Raife walks over and seats himself, Maeyja spots her belt of
daggers lying on a nearby table.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
glares at Lord Raife Mortim.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Next time you decide to change my clothes
when I'm sleeping, please make sure I'm wearing these.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I can't stab you for indecency if my
daggers are all the way out here.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shrugs helplessly.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I must have forgotten.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
ties the belt around her waist and settles back in her chair.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
looks around the room, appearing to be lost in thought.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
sighs and leans forward in his chair.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'So, I've been thinking about our current
situation...'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
asks 'And?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Perhaps it is best that we do as we're
instructed.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
frowns.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Over my dead my body.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I was afraid you'd say that.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
sighs.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Maeyja, I don't think we have much choice
in the matter.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'If we don't make progress, we are useless.
If we are useless we are dead.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I'd rather be alive.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
smirks.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I'd rather die than suffer that kind
of indignity.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
glares at Maeyja Mortim.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
clenches his teeth and strains to keep his voice even.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'This isn't about YOUR dignity. I've
lost mine already.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I was...or perhaps still am the overseer
of the entire Angarak army.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Now I'm banished to Kahsha purely to
reproduce. '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
turns her head away defiantely, shutting her mind off to Raife's
babbling.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
grabs Maeyja by the wrist to redirect her attention.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
growls 'Stop being stubborn.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'What have you lost Maeyja? You have
neither gained nor lost anything.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'In truth, your life would have come
to a point very similar to this.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'You would become the property of some
man and eventually love him, marry him, and bear his children.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
glares at Lord Raife Mortim.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I see absolutely nothing similar in
those two situations.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says with an icy tone, 'Oh it isn't?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
sighs.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I really don't know what you're talking
about.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
smirks.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Let me explain it to you then.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'You are my property.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
nods slowly.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'So? '
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'And you love me.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
chokes.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
blushes.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
loosens his grip on Maeyja's wrist. 'Is this
true?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
nods.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Then the only difference is that you
are not my wife and you have yet to bear my children.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
swallows, her mouth feeling suddenly dry.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
thinks 'I'm not prepared for this conversation!'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
silently wishes she would be enveloped into a void.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'So, this situation isn't that bad for
you, is it?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
sheepishly answers, 'I guess it isn't.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
bites her lip.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'So it is true, I have lost nothing.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Perhaps I have lost sight of the things
I've wanted.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I thought training with Mernak would
make you respect me.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'If you respected me, I would gain power
in rank.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'But, in all reality, I suppose that
isn't what I've wanted.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shrugs helplessly.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I do not disrespect you.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I have never thought highly of women
and for the most part, I still don't.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
pauses and thinks over his words carefully.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'But, you are intelligent and skilled.
You would make a fine wife.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
feels completely taken aback by Raife's flattering honesty.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Thank you.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
thinks 'What do I do now? You don't just lay
all of this out on the table like that!'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
thinks 'If only I could stop time, crawl in
his brain, and figure out what he's thinking.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
thinks 'Oh who cares? You love him. You've
already come this far. '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
sighs.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Hold out your hands.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
frowns and holds out his hands, palms facing upward.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
carefully unsheaths all four of her daggers.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
watches her skeptically.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
turns the simple steel blades so the hilt of each dagger rests in
the palms of his hands.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
closes his hands around her daggers and sits back in her chair.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
looks at the daggers, a little confused at the gesture.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
struggles to remember something about Nadrak customs.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
thinks 'When a Nadrak woman gives her daggers
to her owner...'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
Raife's eyes suddenly widen.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
thinks 'She's offering to marry me.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
beams a smile at Maeyja Mortim.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
sheaths the daggers around his belt and takes Maeyja's hands.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I promise we will do this properly.
I can't guarantee when, but we will.'
'Good
morning!' in the storyboards fits in between these two logs.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
Maeyja turns over in her bed, her arm landing on a lumpy pillow
rather than a warm body.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
Her eyes snap open and she peers around the room, noticing that
Raife is gone.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
pushes herself out of bed and pulls a simple, woolen gown over her
body.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
carefully opens the door of her room and peers out into the small
living area. It is empty.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
murmurs 'How strange. I wonder where Raife
went.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
shivers despite the heat, looking around the room uneasily.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
wanders the streets of Kahsha, his body hunched and his eyes searching
through the streets warily.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
Dagashi men of all breeds walk the streets, their faces blank and
expressionless.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
watches them from the corner of his eyes, appearing as though he
is lost in his own thoughts.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
sighs and looks up at the palace of Jharab.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
thinks 'This city is desolate. How long will
I be stationed here? And what of Maeyja?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
hadn't thought much about his current situation, except of some
intimate developments with Maeyja
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
Raife continues walking through the streets until he reaches the
small hut that would be his home.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
pushes the door open and is immediately alerted when he hears Maeyja
shriek.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
exclaims 'You scared the living hell out of
me!'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
frowns.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I'm sorry?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shrugs helplessly.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
peers intently at Lord Raife Mortim.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
asks 'What were you doing?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
walks over to Raife and takes off his cloak for him.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I was just having a look around.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
hangs up Raife's cloak and pulls him over to a couple of chairs.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
asks 'Oh? How was that?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
sighs and seats himself.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Nothing really...I could have sworn
I saw a Nyissan floating around here.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
shrugs helplessly.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I'm sure there are Dagashi bred from
Nyissan women. Perhaps you saw one of them.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shakes his head.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Not likely. Anyway, I'm sure Zarnal
will be checking in soon.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'When will you know if...you know..'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
falls down laughing.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'That sort of thing takes a while. Are
you hungry?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Famished actually. '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
smiles happily.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I'll go see if we have anything in our
kitchen.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
stands up and pads off to the kitchen.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
Two and a half months passed since Maeyja and Raife's arrival to
Kahsha with almost no interruption from the surrounding Dagashi.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
Raife and Maeyja were growing restless, especially Maeyja, who battled
with herself almost constantly over a recent dilemma.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
On this particular evening, Maeyja rested by the fire, struggling
to push down the nausea that so frequently overwhelmed her.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
To her relief, Raife merely assumed Maeyja had taken on a recent
"illness" without a second thought.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
As Raife was milling in the bedroom, cleaning the rust from his
blades, there came a knock on the door.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
casts a worried glance over at Raife who had diverted his attention
away from his blades. He looked at her questioningly.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
asks quietly, 'Were you expecting someone?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shakes his head, lowering the blade to the ground.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'No, I haven't spoken to anyone since
we got here. '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'But you frequently leave the house?
What are you doing?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Having a look around. Are you planning
to get that? '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
sighs and slowly stands, waiting for another bout of nausea to pass
before answering the door.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
raises her eyebrows. 'Oh, hello.'
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
A woman swathed in concealing silks is standing before the door.
All of her is covered except for her eyes, which are exceptionally
dark.
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
The woman glances around nervously and steps into the hut, closing
the door behind her.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'I've been sent to check your progress,'
the woman says quietly in a thick accent.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
quickly glances at Raife who shrugs at her unknowingly.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Please ask your partner to remove himself
from the bedroom where we can discuss in private.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'You heard the woman, out you go.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman politely bows her head, averting her eyes from Raife's
direction.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
looks at the woman curiously and then up at Raife who also averted
his eyes.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
mutters 'Well...that's...odd.'
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
The woman and Maeyja enter the bed chambers. Maeyja closes the door
and seats herself on the bed while the woman pulls out a few vials
from a pouch concealed in her clothes.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
I'm amazed your skin isn't bruised,'
the woman mutters, setting aside the vials and looking at Maeyja
distastefully.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
thinks 'What a very strange woman...'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'And why do you say that?'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman rolls her eyes. 'A proper woman
wouldn't reveal as much skin as you. Any normal Murgo man would
see to it that you didn't show such indecency.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
laughs dryly.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'I'd like to see him try.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Foul woman. Shame on you. Serves you right
to be in a place like this.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
glares at the woman icily.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Your customs don't apply to me woman.
And before you start telling me what I deserve, perhaps you should
rethink your own situation.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman smirks beneath her veil. 'Now tell
me, when was your last cycle?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
lies 'A week ago.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
smirks.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Oh? You look a little unwell and tired. Perchance
you have been ill?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
mutters 'I came down with something. I'm recovering
just fine.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Well then, you won't mind me giving you this
detoxifier that will cleanse out your system. You want a good environment
for a healthy baby.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'What do you mean by cleanse out?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
chews the inside of her cheek nervously.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Oh you know, everything that could be in
there.' The woman begins mixing some liquid and the vial.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Everything? '
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman nods and hands Maeyja a cup off the mixed liquids.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
brings it to her lips apprehensively.
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
Remember...everything will go.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
sighs and sets down the cup.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Fine, I'm pregnant.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman smiles beneath her veil. 'I thought
you would cooperate after that. Now then, when was your last cycle?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'A month and a half ago.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'And how have you been feeling?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Sick, tired, I vomit in the evenings,
I crave strange foods, other times I'm not hungry at all, certain
smells make me sick...'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman chuckles. Yes, I'd say you are pregnant.
That is excellent news. Have you told your partner?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'NO! And I'm not going to.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Well, I won't say a thing. It would be improper
of me to speak with your parnter. I want you to keep this vial.
Put 5 drops in your drinking water 3 times a day.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
raises an eyebrow.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'What for?'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
'Vitamins. We must keep the baby healthy.
Now then, perhaps while I'm here I could show you how to be a proper,
modest woman.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
chuckles ruefully.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'All the clothes in the world won't cover
up the indecency that takes place in this bedroom. In the end, the
clothes come off.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Besides, who are you to tell me about
modesty? You aren't even a full blood Murgo. Your skin lacks the
olive pigment...at least what I can see.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
spits in utter disgust!
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Hide your shame behind that veil, but
don't impress it upon me. I have nothing to be ashamed of.'
[RP]:
(Lord Raife Mortim):
The woman blushes furiously and looks at the ground. 'Evil
woman,' she mutters and stands up to leave the room.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
saunters behind the woman, crossing her arms across her chest. She
turns her gaze to Raife whose expression held a certain kind of
longing as he watched the Murgo woman leave.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
glares at Raife.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Why did you look at her like that?'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
snaps his attention away from the door and looks at Maeyja curiously.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'What do you mean?'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'That look you gave her.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shakes his head.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I'd forgotten the beauties of a Murgo
woman.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
scowls.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'You call that beauty? You can't even
see her!'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'She is a proper woman. '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
throws her hands in the air.
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'How many times do I have to hear that
word today? You seem to like me just fine without any clothes on
in your bed and now you want to talk to me about what's proper.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
frowns at Maeyja.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'I don't understand why you are upset.'
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Of course not! Now then, maybe I'll
go do something proper and lock myself in the bedroom. I wouldn't
want to defoul your eyes with all this skin!'
[RP]:
(Maeyja Mortim):
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Maeyja knew she was being slightly
irrational about this.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
sighs heavily.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'Maeyja... '
[RP]:
Maeyja Mortim
says 'Don't you "Maeyja" me! I'm going to
take a nap, so don't bother me.'
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
shakes his head, leaning back in his chair.
[RP]:
Lord Raife Mortim
says 'That has got to be the most complicated
woman I have ever known.'
The story continues in 'Good
morning sunshine' in the storyboards.
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