The Order Calls: Kaedon |
Summary: | Shirlyn is called by The Order to go check out a magical disturbance in Kaedon. |
Date: | 1874-07-10 |
Related: | None Yet… |
NPCs: | Left and Right |
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A missive comes by a messenger in black cloak, they would wait to put the parchment into the hand of the Baroness directly. This rider bares no markings, looks like the average traveler, nondescript in features and the horse looks road weary and warn but well cared for— nothing special to see here.
Once done and swiftly read, Baroness Shirlyn gives a swift verbal reply, “Yes, I shall seek this out immediately, let Him know I’ll report as soon as I know anything.” A sharp nod is given and the man… or was it a woman, leaves.
She turns away from the gate, not sparing a moment to watch the messenger leave. “Left, Right!” Her guards, who were sparing in the yard turn towards their mistress and follows her into the castle. “I need to go to Kaedon to seek out something… interesting,” she smirks, “I think I’ll bring you two and Emrys along. Wouldn’t that be fun?” They men eye the missive in her hand with the black wax seal, knowing where it has come from even though it doesn’t have a formal device on it they know The Order calls. A gentle sigh escapes their lips in unison before they shake their heads and walk off to ready for their trip to Kaedon.
“EMRYS!” She shouts, running up the stairs to find her husband, apparently she’s going to take him on her newest adventure, should he relent to go.
Shirlyn sighs while she browses the Library/Study where the second part of her mission was directed. She tosses books into a bag, finding ones that her now trained eye speak to the arcane and lore genres. “Stupid Emrys having to ‘Baron’ and whatnot. I mean, really…” she rolls her eyes, “Stupid Order, can’t let me have a moment of peace..” Shirlyn says, grabbing the last of the books before climbing out the window into the moonless night, climbing down the vines she created there when she arrived. Mounting her horse, with Left and Right as lookouts, she heads deep into the Kaedon forests, following a lead and a presence that pulls her towards it.
It becomes clearer as Shirlyn moves on that the magic was indeed plant based, entirely in her wheelhouse and strong. So very strong that it could be nothing but very old magic. Her eyes widen as she comes to an old gnarled tree, its branches reaching outward and upward, an apple tree looking far older than it should. 5 apples sit on its barren limbs, no leaves to brighten the area, just 5 pinkish apples with spots speckled on them. “Well… shit,” she says, eyes full of wonder. “How in the Abyss did Sonya get her hands on this?”
Hopping down from the Horse, Shirlyn places a hand on its trunk. “This tree hasn’t been here long at all, but its magic has been here…” she muses to herself before nodding briefly, “since the beginning of time itself I’d wager,” she sends a glance to Left who comes and plucks the apples from the tree. “I don’t dare touch these myself,” she says as Lefts eyes take on a dreamy semi-lovestruck appearance, “not at all. Left!” she shouts at the guard, he shakes his head and tosses the last apple in the bag. “Put those on my horse, would you, I’ve got plans for those?” The guard happily obliges now that his hands are off the pink flesh of the apple and away from the tree entirely.
Her urge to eat an apple was intense, though oddly Left seems unfazed now that he’s no longer in contact, not so for Shirlyn. “So… uhh,” she says over her shoulder to Left and Right, “I’m going to kill this tree boys. No one should have access to it until I find out what they are. What they even do.” She looks up almost reverently at the tree before placing her hands on the trunk once more. It takes a lot out of her, sweat beading on her brow as dark rings form heavily under her eyes, but Shirlyn manages to entirely rot the core of this tree, no fruit will ever grow here again and with taking the apples, no seed will be here to regrow it. She feels her work is done.
Shirlyn heavily flops herself onto the back of her horse, “Alright, lets head back home,” she says tiredly to Left and Right.