I got a beautiful feelin', Ev'rything's goin' my way.

I got a beautiful feelin', Ev'rything's goin' my way.

Postby Jirai » Fri Feb 20, 2009 5:18 pm

The morning began as any other.

Today her target was Cobblers Row - more specifically, the five profitable businesses lining the street. It wasn't difficult to convince the shopkeepers that the businesses were actually hers - and 50 percent of the profits, as well. In fact, the true owners were overjoyed to be allowed to pay her what she deserved. Such a skilled Trader as Rhaena Olwak deserved more than a mere 50 percent, but she was both modest and generous, and would not accept a shilling more.

No, not difficult at all. A profitable morning, followed by her usual lunch with one Glenn Burnie.

~*~


Late that night, the Trader was delivered to the Rememdium, minus a hand.

She was unconscious, covered in her own blood and some strange silver fluid.
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Postby Glenn » Mon Feb 23, 2009 6:24 am

For what it was worth, Glenn Burnie had faired better, much better, at least at first. Oh, that first night had been hard. The shock of Rhaena's pain had been debilitating and the shock of losing their treasured link was doubly so, but he had recovered enough come morning to go to Rhaena's side. After receiving the rings, almost a year ago exactly, he had worked hard for this eventuality. Never again would he be so disabled by his mind's need for hers. The harsh training, with Lamai, with Valgar, with Vanidor's elves; all of it paid off.

Unfortunately, he was plagued by the knowledge that something was very not right. And that had led him to Dulcie and the list they had made together, had led the barmaid to a certain, focused, sort of meddling. The ring had been taken from his hand, and with it, surprisingly enough, went his consciousness and coherence.

Thus, there he was, three rooms down from Rhaena Olwak, fevered and still, over a day later, slipping in and out of consciousness, though there was no physical reason for anything to be wrong with him at all.
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Postby Glenn » Wed Feb 25, 2009 8:05 am

Glenn Burnie's condition progressed, though not without real cost. He is best when provided with distraction. Distraction was good. Distraction was NECESSARY. There are regrets. Some were voiced to whoever was near enough to hear. Some were not voiced. Some were barely considered. Of those not voiced, very high upon the list would be the his teacher's absence. She would know exactly what to do. Exactly.

Jynoriel and Dulcie were there instead. Rather strange bedfellows when one thought of it though they were not often there at the same time; Dulcie seemed there more than the elf, though the latter had been better at distracting. Dulcie asked too many questions. She wanted too many answers. She wanted to understand. Last night had partially resolved that, or at least delayed it. Now she provided the necessary distraction, even if it was not the most interactive sort. The only cost? An undeniable change in their friendship. A line was crossed. The genie was now well out of the bottle. No, in some ways it was so much easier with the elf. She didn't know him at all.

Glenn's immediate recovery would be relatively simple. He trained for this eventuality, for the loss of the link. The word Calomel had used early last year was 'liability' and Glenn would not abide by that possibility. He worked. He trained. He bettered himself and now, if all else was equal, he would not be bed-ridden at all. All else was not equal. There was not a light at the end of the cave that he moved through now, but darkness and pain. Understanding and realization would lead to shame and despair. It would be endlessly easier to give up now, but of course he wouldn't do that. Glenn Burnie was terrible at taking the easy way out, even on those rare occasions that it was the right one.

So he would continue on, towards that darkness, afraid of just what truths recovery would bring.
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Postby Jirai » Wed Feb 25, 2009 5:26 pm

Rhaena's condition progressed as well. She was spending the majority of her time asleep. This might be explained by the blood loss, the trauma. Or maybe it was just her way of shutting down and shutting out some rather unpleasant revelations.

Of course, she could not remain unconscious indefinitely. It was during one of these brief periods that she had taken the braid that the paladin had severed from her head and coiled it in two separate sections. These were each entrusted to a nurse, with most specific directions.

A package would be sent, one to Ariane at Darkenhold, one to Agnieszka in Razasan, each containing nothing but that bronzed hair.
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Postby Cinnabar » Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:26 am

Routines are most noticeable when they are disrupted - which is unfortunate, as the Governor's routines have been somewhat disrupted already of late. Thus it is not until a few days have passed that Cinnabar Calomel becomes aware that something is seriously awry, and makes his way to the Rememdium. Reports have reached his ears of certain incidents, of certain casualties, and this is enough to draw him to the house of healing. He has gratitude to the staff, but little affection for the place itself, which may explain why he is carefully formal to the nurses, politely requesting to visit a couple of very specific bedsides.

After that heated conversation - confrontation, perhaps - so many months ago, he has been careful to allow Glenn Burnie room to manage his own affairs and to conduct his relationships as he desires. The mapmaker had made it quite clear how little he appreciated outside interference.

It is equally clear, however, that this policy has not been entirely successful - indeed, one might regard the maiming of Rhaena Olwak and Glenn's own continuing unconsciousness as demonstration that matters have taken a turn towards the catastrophic.

Something must be done. The course of events that have led to this situation must be untangled, and resolved.
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Postby Glenn » Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:49 am

Thankfully, each day will have brought Glenn further out of unconsciousness. He would be more awake than not each day, would be getting stronger. By the time Cinnabar arrived for the second or third time, the mapmaker would be almost able to walk about. Despite that, there would be few words that he would feel up to voicing to his visiting friend.

First and foremost, Glenn would insist, vehemently, that he had planned for this eventuality. There were simply.. unforseen complications, and those would be more difficult to deal with. In general, however, he had planned for the loss of the link and trained for it and his mind would steadily get over the trauma. There was a firm, unshaken belief, that he would be better and stronger each day. Unfortunately, due to those aformentioned complications, he could not yet explain what had happened, either in the long-term or the immdiate, even though he had more or less pieced together the immediate from what the elf Jynoriel had told him, and much of the longer-term with Dulcie's help. So from the Governor, he would request an additional week to overcome the brunt of this mental trauma.

He would also request visits, though not necessarily frequent ones considering Calomel's new child, and a KIND looking in on Rhaena from the man (for none of it was her fault), as... it was hard for Glenn to see her much as of yet, for reasons he did not even begin to explain. And for these visits to the mapmaker, a chessboard would be requested. He could not yet focus on the matter at hand, but intense focusing in other directions, while difficult, would quicken the healing process. He would attempt to dismiss concern, or at least push it for the future. Glenn was trying to seem to his employer to have the situation in hand, to have planned intensely for the worse, despite how things currently looked. It was quite debatable how well he could sell that idea. Much of it hinged on whether or not Calomel would respect his wishes and not press on to what happened until the time was right. Trust only went so far in the face of such evidence, after all.
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Postby Cinnabar » Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:24 am

Glenn's claims of having matters in hand are unsurprisingly met with some degree of scepticism, but the Governor is willing to grant his friend the benefit of the doubt - for the duration of his convalescence.

A primary concern, of course, is whether or not these... "complications" are expected to be ongoing. Are matters stable, or are there likely to be further unpleasant developments? Is it Glenn's belief that some manner of protection might be required for Rhaena, or for himself? Are any others at risk? These are questions which, obviously, need to be answered sooner rather than later, for the safety of those concerned.

Meanwhile a chess set is easy enough to provide, and as has been the case in the past, confrontation on the gameboard replaces confrontation in the sparring ring while Glenn recovers - every couple of days, before or after attending to his duties at the Meetinghouse.

There are questions at first, of course - the identity of Rhaena's attacker, possible reasons for such, and so on - but since more time is asked for, more time is granted, on the understanding that when it comes, the explanation will be complete in all particulars. Even the potentially unsavoury ones.

The Governor's visits by Rhaena's bedside are perhaps a touch more awkward; Calomel has certainly noticed a change in the girl's personality, but had been willing to accept Glenn's assurances that matters were under control. There are discreet conversational efforts made to discern whether this change is still in effect, to see whether Rhaena remains bold to the point of brashness, or if there has been a return to her old self. This is a point of some curiosity for Calomel, certainly.

That aside, however, he limits his conversations with both Glenn and Rhaena to small-talk for now, leaving the larger issues for later discussion.
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Postby Jirai » Wed Mar 04, 2009 1:13 pm

The changes in the Trader are quite obvious, once she is awake enough to be aware of visitors. She'd procured a veil from somewhere - Dulcie, she would say if asked, and was wearing it constantly once more. It hid her drastically shorn hair. The more obvious changes in her personality seem to have vanished as well. The girl in the bed is confused, upset, and afraid by turns, but certainly not the arrogant, self-assured creature of a few weeks past.

She says nothing about her attacker. If asked, the veiled girl begins coughing and choking if she attempts to answer, so she simply does not.
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Postby Glenn » Tue Mar 10, 2009 2:20 am

Days pass. Glenn Burnie continues to recover at a much swifter pace than Rhaena Olwak. As he would repeat to anyone who bothered to ask, he had prepared for this. He had trained for this. Calomel's warning of a year before stayed with him. He would not be a liability, not for long, never for long. There had been a complication but that was more of a long term problem and managable. That was the word he would use, even if he was terribly uncomfortable about it. It was managable.

There was a desire for revenge, yes, but that too was managable for now. It wasn't something easy to grasp as of yet, a vague thought that was hard to hold on to. No, what he mainly had was concerned for the once again veiled girl, and the spatterings of guilt that had come with it.

He was planning on splitting his time now, between the remedium and Dulcie's cottage. He needed somewhere else to be, somewhere that he couldn't constantly feel Rhaena's pain and that she couldn't constantly feel his shame, and Dulcie had offered. He would be going back to work soon. He was already training, was already slipping back into his own life. Hell, he had been inexplicably attacked upon the road to Dulcie's cottage by some masked swordsman only yesterday. Life was getting back to normal. That was a sign of it if anything was.

Still, in the near future would come that delayed talk with Calomel. It was not something the mapmaker was looking forward to.
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Postby Dulcie » Thu Mar 12, 2009 11:16 am

As for the barmaid, she had practically become a regular around the Rememdium. She was on a first name basis with with the staff, and had even started bringing them a meal here or there. Little bits of thanks for keeping her friends safe.

She seemed to be sharing her time equally, between Glenn and Rhaena, and for the most part, at least other than a few occassions, she tried to keep things light and cheery. For Rhaena there was the offer of clothes and a veil, for Glenn there was the offer of a place to sleep.

While the small cottage was certainly full with two people keeping about their seperate lives Dulcie seemed glad to have company and someone to talk to in the evenings.

The attack was another story altogether. It was rare for anything to happen so far out in her neck of the woods, the cottage quite literally hidden away from the rest of Myrken. It was altogether unsettling, and finally giving in to some advice Ymir had offered her some time ago, she happened to acquire a puppy from one of her sister's neighbors. Difficult to tell what it would end up looking like at this point, currently just a small ball of tangled black fur, currently nameless until Dulcie could come up with something.
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