RP channel logs: Solo: Reidia

[RP]: Reidia wrapped her blankets closer.
[RP]: (Reidia): It had been a month since she was on the road. How she wished she was back in Camarr.
[RP]: Reidia pulls out her journal.
[RP]: Reidia says 'what to write?'
[RP]: (Reidia): Flipping the pages, she looks at all he things she had written already.
[RP]: (Reidia): A lock of hair falls out of the pages. It is dark and curly, it must be Rhyrmon's.
[RP]: Reidia smiles happily.
[RP]: Reidia twirls the soft curl around her finger. She missed her son badly. It had been a busy week. Czrel actually made it to his wedding.
[RP]: Reidia giggles.
[RP]: (Reidia): She had picked on her partner mercilessly during his wedding.
[RP]: Reidia says 'partner.. heh'
[RP]: (Reidia): Somehow she found herself partners with Khuldir and Czrel. Odd thing was, is they were making a fortune.
[RP]: (Reidia): The fire crackled in the moonlight. Reidia added another log. SHe stared at the flames. There was much for her to reflect on.
[RP]: Reidia stretches luxuriously. Kinda makes you want to doesn't it?
[RP]: Reidia looked at the empty page. She began to write all the events of the last month down on the paper.
[RP]: Reidia thinks 'it's amazing how things have changed and yet continued along the same path.'
[RP]: (Reidia): One of the horses began to stir, the rest of the camp was asleep. Even the Sendarian teamsters she had hired to transport her cargo, were slumbering.
[RP]: Reidia sniffs the air. Why did Czrel insist she transport these turnips to Tol Honeth? She begins to giggle, thinking it must be to keep her from giving his bride any ideas.
[RP]: Reidia says 'well maybe a poem tonight, a really sappy one. In honor of Czrel and Feria.'
[RP]: Reidia stares into the fire. Things with Czrel and Khuldir were going too well. It seemed as if everything they touched turned into gold. Prince Kheldar even commissioned them as a broker.
[RP]: Reidia stops writing. As she lays down her pen and starts to sleep she thinks of opportunities...







[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Sitting at her desk, Reidia sank her face into her hands. She knew she had to leave and take care of the problems in Melcene.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): She also knew Ordici was not going to travel with her. He was being summoned back to Sendar.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): She hated to seperate from her beloved so soon after being wed, but they both had duties. She knew it was necessary, but it didnt make it hurt any less.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan signals out the door for a page. A young boy hurries to her, waiting expectedly.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Please take this list of items to the stablemaster and to our weaponsmaster.'
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): As the boy turns to leave, she stops him.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Please also, if you can find my son, have him come here please?'
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): The page nodded, and hurried away on his task. Reidia sat at her desk, her brow furrowed with worry.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan muses 'I have the distinct impression Im going to find much to worry about in Melcene.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan paces worriedly.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'It doesnt add up. Our bribes to the minister of trade were certainly generous. No need to target us.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan opens a package she had just gotten.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'And this was found in his corpse'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan examines the wicked looking dagger.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'It's certainly Ulgo, but there are runes on it i cant interpret.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'sigh '
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'I may have to go see the Gorim about this, i have a bad feeling about this dagger.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan paces some more.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'But Danjaaan wasnt doing anything extraordinary, last we talked he was going to check on expanding our farming contracts in Kell. Czrel himself even approved of it.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Who would want him dead, and that odd note about the minister of trade..'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sits down and thinks deeply.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Myabe it wasnt Danjaan they were targeting, maybe someone wants to frame the minister of trade?'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan stands up sharply.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Well it's time to dust off my saddle, this is definately a worrysome matter.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan walks to the window to see Ordici crossing the courtyard towards the hall.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Now to break the news to Ordi I wont be joining him in Sendar.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Well, I'll cross those bridges as they come. Im sure he'll understand.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan thinks 'At least I hope so.'







[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): The sun shone through the window and the birds chirruped. It was quiet in the room, save for the soft sound of a quill against parchment.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sat at her desk, composing a letter.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan is packed, ready to go. But she misses those she had seen in the past two weeks. Xanya had dropped in for a visit.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Ordici had to return to Sendar to meet with Shinara. She missed her new husband most.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sent for Tarkan.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan smiles as he rushes in.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Tarkan, I need to have this letter get to the Gorim. make hase and be there within the week. Feel free to use the magical portals we have underneath the hall.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan walks over to her dresser and brings out a velvet case.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Opening the case there lies a pair of ankle bells, a gilded collar and a sheer lavender dress.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Old friend it is time to stop being Reidia, for the moment Kadirae the Nadrak dancer shall reside in this body.'
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Grabbing the hot iron, Reidia leans her head on the table, ironing out her curls.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan looks in the mirror, her hair straight. She grabs a jar of lye and works it into her hair, making the straightness permanent.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan nods.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'By Torak's left nutsack! I do look good with straight hair!'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan nods as she gets into the role.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan walks over to the case and shakes out the dress, hoping it still fits.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan gasps as she sees two deadly daggers on the bottom of the case, one engraved with a K, the other engraved with a G.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan gently picks up the daggers, a flood of memories flowing through her mind. Long ago, she wore these, way before she had become a wife, a mother. She was a wild Nadrak and owned by an even wilder man.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): And when her duties were fulfilled, she left. But her heart held a special place for those times. She had dealt with him afterwards but as Reidia, not Kadirae, his beautiful dancer.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan stands there, daggers in hand, remembering..... the hectic days, the long lingering nights. It was ages ago, in a world she hadn't seen for years.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan removes her clothing, save her boots. She puts on the dress which still fits, and secures the golden belt along her waist.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan examines herself in the mirror, noticing the new lumps, bumps that came with motherhood.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan smiles happily.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'not bad for this old wench.'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan twirls in a circle, the dress fanning out, her feet marking time
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Having forgotten she rarely closes her door, the pages wander near, wondering where the jingling of bells come from. A small group gathers outside her door watching Kadirae dance, their pubescent jaws agape.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan closes her eyes, remembering the beat, the moves, losing all of Reidia, and becoming more Kadirae.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Rhyrmon, a large piece of cake in his hand wanders to see what all the boys are whispering about. Standing there he becomes enthralled, this woman's dance was so...reactive to his young mind. But she also looked incredibly familiar.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan ends her dance with a flourish and a challenging strut, turning to notice the boys in the door, she winks at them. Her eyes open wide to see Rhyrmon, his mouth agape in amazement and recognition.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'now go play kiddies or Iˇ¦ll tell your mothers what youˇ¦re thinking...'
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): The boys scatter, except Rhyrmon, who stands there, a look of realization on his face. 'Momma? Is that you?'
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'yes son, I have to go to Gar og Nadrak, and this is my disguise.'
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Rhyrmon, who is used to his mother's disguising nods. His Sendar modesty still bothered by his mother's overly actions still bothering him.
[RP]: (Reidia Rhellan): Shrugging, he turns his attention back to his cake. All of a sudden he pauses. 'Momma? Do all Nadrak women look like that? If so, I wanna work in our Yar Nadrak offices someday' He quickly runs away before his mother could whoop him for his bollocks.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan stands there watching her son hurry away. He was 14 after all, it was about time he'd think that. But it still didn't make her feel any better.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan grabs her cloak and a few letters on her desk. It was time to go, hopefully Tarkan was well on his way already, having taken advantage of the halls' hidden magic.
[RP]: Reidia Rhellan says 'Yar Nadrak, here I come. And I hope Drosta is more sober then the last I saw him. I may need him to answer some questions.'

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