RP channel logs: Solo:
Reidia
[RP]:
Reidia wrapped her blankets closer.
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(Reidia): It had been a month since she was on the road. How she
wished she was back in Camarr.
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Reidia pulls out her journal.
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Reidia says 'what to write?'
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(Reidia): Flipping the pages, she looks at all he things she had
written already.
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(Reidia): A lock of hair falls out of the pages. It is dark and
curly, it must be Rhyrmon's.
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Reidia smiles happily.
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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.
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Reidia giggles.
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(Reidia): She had picked on her partner mercilessly during his wedding.
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Reidia says 'partner.. heh'
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(Reidia): Somehow she found herself partners with Khuldir and Czrel.
Odd thing was, is they were making a fortune.
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(Reidia): The fire crackled in the moonlight. Reidia added another
log. SHe stared at the flames. There was much for her to reflect
on.
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Reidia stretches luxuriously. Kinda makes you want to doesn't it?
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Reidia looked at the empty page. She began to write all the events
of the last month down on the paper.
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Reidia thinks 'it's amazing how things have
changed and yet continued along the same path.'
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(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.
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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.
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Reidia says 'well maybe a poem tonight, a
really sappy one. In honor of Czrel and Feria.'
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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.
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Reidia stops writing. As she lays down her pen and starts to sleep
she thinks of opportunities...
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(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.
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(Reidia Rhellan):
She also knew Ordici was not going to travel with her. He was being
summoned back to Sendar.
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(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.
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Reidia Rhellan
sighs.
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Reidia Rhellan
signals out the door for a page. A young boy hurries to her, waiting
expectedly.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Please take this list of items to the
stablemaster and to our weaponsmaster.'
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(Reidia Rhellan):
As the boy turns to leave, she stops him.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Please also, if you can find my son,
have him come here please?'
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(Reidia Rhellan):
The page nodded, and hurried away on his task. Reidia sat at her
desk, her brow furrowed with worry.
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Reidia Rhellan
muses 'I have the distinct impression Im going
to find much to worry about in Melcene.'
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Reidia Rhellan
paces worriedly.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'It doesnt add up. Our bribes to the
minister of trade were certainly generous. No need to target us.'
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Reidia Rhellan
opens a package she had just gotten.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'And this was found in his corpse'
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Reidia Rhellan
examines the wicked looking dagger.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'It's certainly Ulgo, but there are runes
on it i cant interpret.'
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'sigh '
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Reidia Rhellan
sighs.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'I may have to go see the Gorim about
this, i have a bad feeling about this dagger.'
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Reidia Rhellan
paces some more.
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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.'
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Who would want him dead, and that odd
note about the minister of trade..'
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Reidia Rhellan
sits down and thinks deeply.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Myabe it wasnt Danjaan they were targeting,
maybe someone wants to frame the minister of trade?'
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Reidia Rhellan
stands up sharply.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Well it's time to dust off my saddle,
this is definately a worrysome matter.'
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Reidia Rhellan
walks to the window to see Ordici crossing the courtyard towards
the hall.
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Reidia Rhellan
sighs.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Now to break the news to Ordi I wont
be joining him in Sendar.'
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Well, I'll cross those bridges as they
come. Im sure he'll understand.'
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Reidia Rhellan
thinks 'At least I hope so.'
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(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.
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Reidia Rhellan
sat at her desk, composing a letter.
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Reidia Rhellan
sighs.
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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.
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(Reidia Rhellan):
Ordici had to return to Sendar to meet with Shinara. She missed
her new husband most.
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Reidia Rhellan
sent for Tarkan.
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Reidia Rhellan
smiles as he rushes in.
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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.'
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Reidia Rhellan
walks over to her dresser and brings out a velvet case.
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(Reidia Rhellan):
Opening the case there lies a pair of ankle bells, a gilded collar
and a sheer lavender dress.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'Old friend it is time to stop being
Reidia, for the moment Kadirae the Nadrak dancer shall reside in
this body.'
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(Reidia Rhellan):
Grabbing the hot iron, Reidia leans her head on the table, ironing
out her curls.
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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.
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Reidia Rhellan
nods.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'By Torak's left nutsack! I do look good
with straight hair!'
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Reidia Rhellan
nods as she gets into the role.
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Reidia Rhellan
walks over to the case and shakes out the dress, hoping it still
fits.
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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.
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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.
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(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.
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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.
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Reidia Rhellan
sighs.
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Reidia Rhellan
removes her clothing, save her boots. She puts on the dress which
still fits, and secures the golden belt along her waist.
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Reidia Rhellan
examines herself in the mirror, noticing the new lumps, bumps that
came with motherhood.
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Reidia Rhellan
smiles happily.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'not bad for this old wench.'
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Reidia Rhellan
twirls in a circle, the dress fanning out, her feet marking time
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(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.
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Reidia Rhellan
closes her eyes, remembering the beat, the moves, losing all of
Reidia, and becoming more Kadirae.
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(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.
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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.
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'now go play kiddies or Iˇ¦ll tell
your mothers what youˇ¦re thinking...'
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(Reidia Rhellan):
The boys scatter, except Rhyrmon, who stands there, a look of realization
on his face. 'Momma? Is that you?'
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Reidia Rhellan
says 'yes son, I have to go to Gar og Nadrak,
and this is my disguise.'
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(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.
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(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.
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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.
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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.
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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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