On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

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On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Sun Nov 18, 2018 9:42 am

Generations of the Diego family had ruled Flashfire, but over time the main family had moved away from the lands, leaving it in the care of branch families.

At the time this story begins, the land is held by Lord Scora Tivern Derwintin whom rules from the ancient ancestral home of the Diego family, above the city of Gora - he was known as a cruel and hard man to his people, but celebrated by the nobles and Senate for his loyalty and lawful lands.

This spoke nothing of the destitution of his people, however - all money and taxes were whittled away to his own greed above the taxes paid to the Senate, to the point that even his own military forces were under equipped, while the populace eked out what living they could from the hard, bare soil, the rocks making farming almost impossible.

Due to the outlying nature of the lands and the heat visitors did not pass through this area often and while there was a port it was under utilized, only holding the Lord's very expensive sailing ship, which he had visited once since it had been built some 15 years previously.

The Derwintin family had held these lands for some 200 years, each progressive generation having become more lazy, greedy and cruel - this is what had driven the lands to become in this state, while the nobles had cunningly told white lies and misdirections over the true state of the land, with Tivern being no exception.

It was not unknown for dissenters to disappear into the house and never return, and public floggings for those who had displeased him were regular - often the charges were simply as small as simply having walked in a manner he disliked.

His wife - Lady Scora Armelia Derwintin, (neé Telaviri, a noble family from the north of Corena) was no better, nor kinder - it had been a loveless match, arranged solely on power and politics, and while she had bourne him a son she had taken no interest in the boy, instead living her life as lavishly as possible, throwing luxurious parties, buying extravagant fashionable clothes and the finest jewels.
She had once blinded a maid in a fit of anger, simply because a dress she had ordered was no longer fashionable by the time she had received it.

The child, Master Setrind Derwintin, too, grew up cruel - reports were often made of him torturing animals for fun and humiliating servants, making the people fear that the boy would become worse than his father - they dared not speak such things aloud, however.

And thus, in this, we come to the Von Draugr family, of whom the man of the house, Selern Von Draugr, was the younger brother of Tivern.
Tivern had arranged his younger brother's marriage, demanding that he took his wife's name in order not to pretend to be a Derwintin, nor cause confusion in the family line.
Having been a sickly child, Selern had agreed quietly, before retreating back to his quiet library where he studied the movements of the stars.
His wife Melina often derided this - she was a socialite, hungry for higher stations in the world, bearing a son and a daughter in order to further her goal and use them as pawns in her game. The family however, was by no means rich as Lord Tivern refused to grant them money, only relenting to agree to send the older son to the same school as his own - recognising that his son would need loyal sides in his future position.

However, this story will follow the girl...


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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Sun Nov 18, 2018 12:46 pm

She was adept at finding the secret places of this house now. Always having hated visiting, she had sought out the quiet secrets of the old building, her small size allowing her access to places no adult could reach.

This one was her favorite - chalk markings on the walls belied her visits in the past, as she played with long forgotten items that had dropped into history - few coins, some ancient toys left behind by those who had also found these spaces, some jewellery and even in one case what looked to be an old medal.

While she was here, she became one of the forgotten items in the recesses of the house, unnoticed, unneeded and most of all - hidden from the bullying of her cousin and brother.
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Mon Nov 19, 2018 8:34 am

This day however, she was hiding for a different reason. It was the day of her fourth birthday, and her mother had used it as an excuse to spend the day in the "big house".

Of course, as soon as they had arrived the girl had been forgotten in favor of boasting about her son to the lady Armelia, while they lounged around in the parlor. Her father, too, had forgotten the day, but more because when he was absorbed in his work he tended to forget even the day of the week.

Thus, she had retreated to her hiding spot, a little space between the walls she had discovered between the two big rooms that could be accessed by pressing a certain part of the woodwork inwards. The space stretched quite far, some parts large enough that an adult could fit in, while others were too small - she had almost gotten stuck in the dark once, her dress caught on an invisible hook, but finally had managed to let herself free.

She had a candle with her, which lit the centuries of dust and cobwebs with an eerie glow - she always returned covered in the stuff, much to her mother's disgust - and usually she stayed close by, only exploring as far as she could still see the exit, but this time she knew she had hours before anyone missed her, so she was determined to venture further.

With that in mind, she headed deeper into the darkness of the secret tunnels
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Epostile » Mon Nov 19, 2018 10:34 am

In the deeper and certainly forgotten tunnels and passages ways, there were a number of 'drawings'. If you could call them that, more like etchings into the brick and stone work. Strange lizard like creatures that appeared to be flying over.. stick people? The deeper she explored, the more common these etchings became. While the dust and cobwebs had built up over time, it was fairly obvious even for a child that no-one had been here for dozens if not hundreds of years. Flights of fancy may start to take hold, could there be treasure?

Going deeper, it seemed as if it was getting stuffier and.. warmer even.

What was that? Could it have been a rattling sound like something big taking a breath?

Every now and then, there would be what could look like peep holes, however they were always just out of reach. Sometimes there would be the skeleton of a rodent, long since expired with only the white bones remaining. At closer inspection, some looked like they had even been gnawed at!

Was that a hiss? What something hissing at her?

Was...

was something in here with her...

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Post by Eminiska » Mon Nov 19, 2018 2:04 pm

She ran through the darkness, picking her way back as her movements caused the candle flame to flick out, now in the darkness all she could hear was her own breathing as she entered a large dark room.

Lighting the candle with a match she had taken from the kitchen, she looked around - the room she was in had some strange stone boxes everywhere.

She wondered what could be in them, because it looked like no-one had been in this room for a very very long time. Spotting one with a stone she could climb next to it, she clambered up, to take a look into the contents
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Mon Nov 19, 2018 9:30 pm

There was a big stone lid, too heavy for such a small girl to move, but it had a big crack in one corner where she thought she might be able to see inside.

The stone lid had funny marks on it, which she realised were probably words, however she was no master of the written language at her young age, so wouldn't be able to read it.

Climbing on top of the lid, she carefully walked over it to the crack, where she peered inside...
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Wed Dec 05, 2018 6:20 pm

White teeth grinned up at her face as she stifled a scream, rearing back from the crack as a loud noise thundered through the room, reverberating and disturbing the long ancient dust, which flew up in clouds, causing her to cough and splitter.

She held her breath, awaiting discovery but instead felt the stone underneath her shift as her slight weight had caused an old flaw in the stone to split it in two, one half falling to the floor while the other caved inwards, depositing her inside the casket, on top of the ancient grinning remains.

She tried not to cry from the pain, but the fall had caused nasty bruises and she wiped them away as she sat up, registering that she was now sharing the space with a long dead ancestor
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Mon Jan 07, 2019 7:13 pm

Moving quickly away, she registered that she was leaning on working hard and cold - turning quickly she was relieved to note that it wasn't bone, but instead a long object encrusted with what looked like gems.

Curious now, she attempted to lift the object, her small hands barely covering half of the width of the object, it was heavy and unwieldy as she determinedly managed to prop it against the side of the casket.

Next was trying to get it out into the light - she grabbed the side of the stone and scrabbled her way to the top where she briefly glanced at the skeleton within. She was too young to understand the concept of grave goods, and curiosity had overtaken her, so grabbing the top of the item, she hefted with all of her might, swinging from it in the hope that it would cause it to unbalance.

Her goal was half completed, when suddenly there was a faint 'shrrk' sound and the blade (for that was what it was) unsheathed itself, the scabberd falling back into the casket while the sword flashed in the light, seemingly like it was wreathed in flames as it fell to the ground with a metallic clatter.

Uncovering her ears from the reverberations, she moved closer, investigating her find and touching the cold blade until she reached the pommel. She had never seen creatures like those engaged in the design before, it was strangely hypnotic, they seemed to almost move before her eyes as her hand reached out to touch them of its own volition.

A roar split her head the second she touched it, as she scrambled away and ran back to the main house crying.
She was scolded for the state of her clothes by her mother upon her return, and never spoke a word of what she had seen... Eventually forgetting it, or viewing it as 'childish fancy' as she got older
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Tue Jan 08, 2019 8:40 am

The arguments were getting worse.

Now six years of age, she spent her days in the library, reading the books that were much too old for her. It was a choice between them or the arguments however despite that she tended to be ignored if she was present.

Her mother had frittered away the last of the money her father had and now she and her son spent their time goading their father, blaming him for their family ruin and accusing him of every thing they could in order to make themselves feel better.

Her mother had long since given up the idea of marrying her daughter into a rich family. It was apparent that as she grew she became more and more unremarkable - mud Brown eyes, mud Brown hair. More homely than pretty. What she failed to take into account however, was her daughter's sharp mind and intelligent nature.

The girl was proving to be a quick study, having mastered mathematical and linguistic skills beyond her older brother, despite not receiving the luxury of the same education as he.

Recently, she had been investigating the possibility of an apprenticeship - perhaps to a doctor or a merchant. As the sound quietened down she closed her book and stood now leaving the room. Her feet tread softly on the rugs which now were faded and dusty, the money for full time servants having run out long ago. This fact suited her purpose however as it ensured that there was no-one to catch her slipping out of the house to the town.

She was not well known in the town as the daughter of the Von Draugr family, her mother had never took to taking her children around the shops, while her brother was known for the cruel pranks he and his cousin played on the townsfolk, but the villagers only knew her as Lyrael, the odd little girl who dogged the steps of traveling merchants, to whom she endeared herself by asking unexpectedly insightful questions and the town surgeon, whom knew her identity and would happily teach the young girl with the serious eyes.
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Re: On the subject of profits, loss and knowledge.

Post by Eminiska » Tue Mar 12, 2019 9:02 am

Tim smiled to himself as a young girl approached his stall- a traveler, he had not visited Gora before, he found the climate was far too warm for his liking hailing as he did from the Northern Kingdom.

He liked children, their curiosity at the wares he sold, their excitement as they brought their parents over to see, to implore for purchases. Yes, he liked children - they brought good custom.

With this in mind, he smiled engagingly at the young girl, barely tall enough to see over the stand who was now inspecting the goods "hello young lady" he said with a jolly tone. The response he received was unexpected as serious brown eyes looked him over "These are too expensive." She stated calmly "you price yourself out of affordability with these. They are not things that would entice the rich, therefore you endanger your business by pricing your items too high."

Letting out a startled laugh, he replied "is that so young lady? And what would a little girl like yourself know about the intricacies of business, hmm? Run along and play with your dolls my dear!" The brown eyes, far too old for the face, regarded him with almost... Boredom. "Very well, I hope your day is... Productive." She said, leaving quietly without a glance back.

Tim wiped sweat from his forehead - what a little upstart that child was, telling him his own business!

Three days later, he had made no money, nor sold anything. All those who came to view his goods whispered "too expensive" under their breath then hurried off to the other stalls. He had realised as he was there that despite all reports, the locals to Gora had very little money, preferring to spend what little they had on practical items rather than curiosities such as he carried.
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