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(RP) Parchment for Lord Fig

Discussion in 'UO Baja' started by LynneOfMagincia, Aug 4, 2011.

  1. It sat there glowing an odd sort of green in the dim light of the Horseshoe. An active Communication Crystal it had been a gift from Lord Fig in Case she ever wanted to.."Talk". Truth be told there was very little to say these days. No, she was most certainly not the girl he had first met, in many ways. And in many ways she was still very much the same. Fierce loyalty bled from her as surely as her lifes essence did when she was wounded. The Island and its inhabitants were everything to her and that was not going to change. Electing instead to do this formally rather than use the device for the entire conversation..She reached over and lightly tapped the crystal..

    "Lord Fig.. you have an incoming Seagull"

    *elegant script accompanies a rather toasted piece of parchment. Again there is a smudge but it is one of ink from her previous writings.*

    "Lord Fig,

    The members of the Britannian council, yourself included are hereby formally invited to attend a residents meeting in Magincia. While I realize you are sworn to keep you and yours off our shores unless requested you can consider this that said request.

    Elladan had expressed a wish to listen to what they have to say. If he is going to I see no reason why the rest of you shouldn't.

    The date is next Thursday and the time is 7PST/10EST.

    We look forward to seeing you there.

    Sincerely,

    Lynne Zellinous
    Magincian Council Member
    Blacksmith"



    *wrapping a piece of blue leather around the parchment she attaches it to the seagull and sends it on its way*
     
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    The Ancient sat upon the rooftop of his keep deep in thought. He had returned almost two days ago, from Britian, as if he carried the weight if the world upon his shoulders. Playing his flute was his only solace.

    As if from no where a small pigeon alighted upon the center table of the judgement hall he had become to spending his days of late.

    Fig played a few notes of his flute and the bord became transfixed.

    The old man walked over to the bird and unwraped the note tied to his leg.

    It was from Lynne.

    Fig cursed under his breath, as he recogonized the seal almost immediatly. As he read the note he thought "This will almost surely be a way to discredit the council. But If I dont show there will be no one to speak for them.'

    The bird stood transfixed helpless to move against the old mans music.

    The old man scribbled a short message, "I will be there in some form", which he attached to the birds leg. He burned the single letter 'F" into the seal of the message, and released the bird from his music.

    The bird flew off towards the south east. The old man watched as it flew off in the distance.