Post by Corey the GM on Sept 17, 2014 10:11:50 GMT -5
Tucked away deep in the heart of Blackdawn Castle, sat the Queen Jesslyn in her private personal room. Waves of cloth decorated the room in flowing drapes of purples and gold while shelves sat adorned with small simple items from her cherished past. Soft cushioned chairs sat around a large desk that was cluttered with papers.
The queen sat at this desk reading through a thick book. She hardly looked up when the steward came in holding another paper for her stack. “Your majesty,” the steward said with a straight, unwavering back, “There has been an incident in the market near the slums.”
The queen sighed, looked up from her book and held out a hand where the paper was quickly presented. Her dark brown hair was pulled back, allowing her pale but attractive face to study without the annoyance of hair falling into her eyes. Her voice was soft and sweet, something that would catch many off guard when speaking to a queen, “The drugs again?” She presumed.
The steward shook his head once, “No. Well, it does involve the drug, if you consider a person involved was possibly addicted, my queen. It seems a group murdered a homeless man and one of the city guardsmen not less than two hours ago. The information is filed in that report and they still seem to be at large in the slums. No fears, my lady, we will bring them to justice.”
A worried look to her face, “Please make it swift, I can’t stand for my people to suffer such injustice. See to it that there is no more bloodshed in the streets if possible though. Even in that vile slums such sights should not be seen.“ She looked down and began to read the letter.
Seeing that this was the best time to take his leave, the steward turned and was almost to the door before Jesslyn huffed in disbelief, “A woman claiming to be a priestess of Athika was involved. What has the world come to, people have no shame.” She exclaimed with a sad look about her face.
The queen sat at this desk reading through a thick book. She hardly looked up when the steward came in holding another paper for her stack. “Your majesty,” the steward said with a straight, unwavering back, “There has been an incident in the market near the slums.”
The queen sighed, looked up from her book and held out a hand where the paper was quickly presented. Her dark brown hair was pulled back, allowing her pale but attractive face to study without the annoyance of hair falling into her eyes. Her voice was soft and sweet, something that would catch many off guard when speaking to a queen, “The drugs again?” She presumed.
The steward shook his head once, “No. Well, it does involve the drug, if you consider a person involved was possibly addicted, my queen. It seems a group murdered a homeless man and one of the city guardsmen not less than two hours ago. The information is filed in that report and they still seem to be at large in the slums. No fears, my lady, we will bring them to justice.”
A worried look to her face, “Please make it swift, I can’t stand for my people to suffer such injustice. See to it that there is no more bloodshed in the streets if possible though. Even in that vile slums such sights should not be seen.“ She looked down and began to read the letter.
Seeing that this was the best time to take his leave, the steward turned and was almost to the door before Jesslyn huffed in disbelief, “A woman claiming to be a priestess of Athika was involved. What has the world come to, people have no shame.” She exclaimed with a sad look about her face.
