A Secret Exposed [Open RP]
Shortly after midnight
Dreamer’s eyes flickered open. An earsplitting commotion had erupted in Wintergarde’s Grand Hall, as passionate voices engaged in a furious duel. She slipped out of bed, and stood in the middle of her room, listening.
The feud was loud and fierce. Harsh accusations were countered by insults. Insults were answered by condemnation.
Dreamer found a robe, pulled it over her shoulders, pushed her feet into slippers, and exited her room; head shaking with displeasure.
As she descended down the stairs, the fight intensified. There were more voices now, each competing to be heard. The tension mounted as she approached the room, filling her with trepidation. She turned the corner quietly, entering the hall unannounced.
Intense eyes instantly met hers. Like school children caught in a fist fight, all parties slunk back a few steps, their words muted; showing respect for their Lady. A lone voice continued, but Dreamer expected nothing less from the melodramatic gnome. She looked down at Tristockle with trying eyes, before simply passing him by and approaching the High Table.
A document was posted at the table’s edge, pinned down by a shiny, bejeweled dagger.
Dreamer paused in her step, eyes widening upon sight of the relic. Immediate uneasiness filled her thoughts and her head swiveled around the room frantically. She appeared to be looking for something, or someone.
The words of the babbling gnome’s voice became muddled in Dreamer’s brain. Holding both hands to her ears, she shook her head vigorously attempting to clear her thoughts.
She was visibly disturbed, and as Tristockle continued his incessant blabbering, the lights in the room began to flicker. The bookcases began to shake and the floor began to tremble. Oblivious to his surroundings, the mage continued his tirade…
“I knew she was mad! You can tell when you look someone in the eyes! Her eyes are the color of blood! It’s unnatural! She’s a witch! I knew it all along!”
Jolting her head abruptly towards the accuser and firing her hands down from her ears in Tristockle's direction, Dreamer unleashed a deafening command.
“Silence!”
The gnome was thrown backwards violently, sliding on his back across the expanse of the hall’s floor before crashing hard into the far wall. Losing consciousness for a few seconds, he reopened his eyes, holding and shaking his head lightly. Dazed and scared, he looked across the room to gauge the reaction of his comrades. They had all taken a step back and now stood like statues frozen by a mage’s spell.
Discomfort, fear, disbelief, and curiosity permeated the room.
None present had ever seen their Commander this upset. More notably, none had ever witnessed a warrior conjure magic.
Dreamer turned to the table, her crimson eyes glowing brightly, radiating with rage. She picked up the dagger and scroll and swiftly made her exit from the hall.
It was silent now, but that would change.
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Dreamer ascended the stairs to her bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind her, she lit a candle and sat at the edge of her bed, placing the scroll on her pillow.
She held the dagger flat across both hands. The candlelight danced across the embedded gems, forming a kaleidoscope of colors through her tearing eyes. The last time she had held this weapon, she was twisting it deep in heart of her father.
Wiping her tears away, she placed the dagger on her pillow. Picking up the scroll, she unraveled it slowly and began to read; the context of the letter burnt into the parchment by some form of magic.
A tear rolled down Dreamer's cheek, falling onto the letter. She could hear voices and a thunder of footsteps ascending up the stairs towards her room. Within seconds, there was a loud rapping on her door.
"Lady Dreamer, open up! Open the door!"
She quickly donned her armor, placing the dagger in her belt.
"Open it or we'll break it down!"
Dreamer slung her great sword over her shoulder. She knew what she must do, and knew there was no time to explain herself.
"Very well, we're coming in!"
As Siegmund's foot crashed through the door, Dreamer's watered eyes met those of her comrades.
"I'm sorry."
Grasping the letter tightly in hand, she whispered a phrase in foreign tongue.
"Ipsun vieg na dem."
... vanishing into thin air.
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MR Purchases the Stormwind Press!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Dreamer approaches the podium at Wintergarde Keep. Clearing her throat, she begins to speak.
"Reveries, friends, members of the press... I thank you for coming. Today, we the Midnight Reveries have completed our acquisition of the Stormwind Press. With an investment of two hundred thousand gold, MR now owns a fifty one percent controlling interest over the paper.
For three years now, the Stormwind Press has played a pivotal role in the success of our fold. Their accurate reporting of our guild's affairs have not only kept our friends, families, and citizens of the Alliance abreast of our adventures abroad, but the paper has served as a critical recruitment tool, helping us to attract some of the best talent in the land. In these harsh economic times, it is our great privilege to step in and save the paper from insolvency.
Effective immediately, Mr. Tommas Worth will be taking over as Editor in Chief, replacing Lincoln Cole. Circulation of the new paper will begin on Sunday via traditional delivery methods, as well as through the newly created SWP News Portal located at stormwindpress.com on your hearthstone interweb displays.
At this time, I would like to introduce our new Editor in Chief, Mr. Tommas Worth."
Tommas stands.
"Thank you, Lady Dreamer. It has been an honor to work with you over the past three years. I know I speak for everyone here at The Press when I say that we are grateful for your fold’s generous investment in our company. We value your continued confidence in our staff, and thank you for the opportunity to continue our work."
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