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Date Posted: 13:05:05 07/16/02 Tue
Author: Dith Wra
Subject: Re: here.i.am
In reply to: Skaroe Falke 's message, "Re: here.i.am" on 15:51:43 07/15/02 Mon

"Horizon...i cant just bust you out, though i know you want me to, i will speak to the king though mayhap we can work out a deal."

Leans in and and steals a kiss and then turns from the irate prisoner and begins walking to the castle to attempt to gain audience with his Majesty.

As he walks the street pondering his mind wanders going back to his past, the days he spent with Skaroe, quietly riding and the occasional exchange of banter, the comfort he found when he was with her and able to forget the worries of his fief, a Lord far to young, his parents lost to a strange sickness.

His eyes darken and his face goes grim, scaring some of the people around him as they avoid the gravelike ex knight in full armor.

It was a summer's eve after a party to entertain a visiting lord, his parents laughing and drinking while he sat in his place and quietly ate and drank tea, disregarding the normal alchoholic drinks of his age class. After it had wound down his mother took sick and went to bed his father soon after and the next moring they were found peacefully in each others arms, dead. He was shattered and went to Skaroe for consolation, he spent time with her, felt slightly better and then she had to leave, left him standing bewildered at the sudden departure. He returned to his fathers fortress and was crowned the leader....a leader to a failing kingdom with back taxes and bad luck.

Wrenched from his day dream by an inconviently placed wall the ex-knight rubs his nose ruefully. his cheeks burning at the laughter and then hurries on to the castle and says to the guard.

"I am Lord Wra, please inform the king i seek his audience over a prisoner."

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