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Silmwaren, turned around and looked about the old private study of her Grandfather. All things were set; She had a comfortable fire going, tanglewood incense whispered its scent throughout the room. The books she was going too read, were perfectly stacked on a heartwood desk. A small basket of fruit and a pitcher of elvish tea sat at an arms reach. She felt a feeling of contenment as she sat down. She took a book from the stack; But, before she could begin too read it, A demanding, forceful knock; Jolted her with anger. Some voices on the other side of the door; Demanded that Matron Surion immediately open the door. Frustrated at the intrusion, She yelled at the voices; Berating them as she opened the door; She scolded them in a condescending way; And telling them the Matron is not here.
But the three elves at the door, ignored this and forcefully grabbed her and pulled her out of the room and into a long hallway. She began to struggle at the shocking treatment of a high level member of house Surion. The guards began too explain themselves. We are under attack, The terathans have invaded House Surion and the Matron has been killed; and, that she was now Matron Surion. Silmwarens mind filled with confusion. She thought perhaps that she misunderstand what she was told. They explained it again, and, the shock of the message was unbearably extreme. They headed down the corridor and met up with a small group of advisors and servants. The guards led the group too a great door, Quickly the guards opened it and then instructed them too continue on. They explained to the new Matron Surion and the small group of servants and advisors that the passage would lead them too safety. The guards pushed the group through the opened doorway, and then shut and locked it. The three guards looked at each other with grim resignation, and they turned and looked down the hallway and waited...
Silmwaren was overwhelmed with heavy mixed emotions. She faded into a state that caused her to be unable too function mentally and physically. The servants assisted the emotional comatose Matron along the way too the exit of the tunnel...
Silmwaren began too finally pull herself together. She began too get her mental faculties back; And, began too ask questions about what happened. They explained what happened. Silmwaren bore an agonizing pain of disbelief. She gathered herself once more, and ordered those who were left; That they must get too sanctuary...
Along the way an astute servant saw that they were being followed. The elf walked up along side Silmwaren. But, before the elf could tell Silmwaren of this discovery; She told him she already knew of it. How many the elf asked?
She said that so far, there were 9 of them; And, that they are Ophidians.
Are we in danger? the servant asked. No replied Silmwaren, If we were, they would be on us by now. They are following us too see where we are going...
A strange gold and black striped Ophidian justicar looked out a window of his private chamber pondering unknown thoughts. An ophidian zealot slithered in and waited patiently for acknowledgement from the Justicar.
So it is done then? asked the Justicar. Not exactly your holiness. All of house Surion was struck down; Except for one Surion Female. I have scouts following them.
The Justicar hid his displeasure well. Keep on her and see where she goes.
Yes my Lord, It will be done...
Silmwaren, turned around and looked about the old private study of her Grandfather. All things were set; She had a comfortable fire going, tanglewood incense whispered its scent throughout the room. The books she was going too read, were perfectly stacked on a heartwood desk. A small basket of fruit and a pitcher of elvish tea sat at an arms reach. She felt a feeling of contenment as she sat down. She took a book from the stack; But, before she could begin too read it, A demanding, forceful knock; Jolted her with anger. Some voices on the other side of the door; Demanded that Matron Surion immediately open the door. Frustrated at the intrusion, She yelled at the voices; Berating them as she opened the door; She scolded them in a condescending way; And telling them the Matron is not here.
But the three elves at the door, ignored this and forcefully grabbed her and pulled her out of the room and into a long hallway. She began to struggle at the shocking treatment of a high level member of house Surion. The guards began too explain themselves. We are under attack, The terathans have invaded House Surion and the Matron has been killed; and, that she was now Matron Surion. Silmwarens mind filled with confusion. She thought perhaps that she misunderstand what she was told. They explained it again, and, the shock of the message was unbearably extreme. They headed down the corridor and met up with a small group of advisors and servants. The guards led the group too a great door, Quickly the guards opened it and then instructed them too continue on. They explained to the new Matron Surion and the small group of servants and advisors that the passage would lead them too safety. The guards pushed the group through the opened doorway, and then shut and locked it. The three guards looked at each other with grim resignation, and they turned and looked down the hallway and waited...
Silmwaren was overwhelmed with heavy mixed emotions. She faded into a state that caused her to be unable too function mentally and physically. The servants assisted the emotional comatose Matron along the way too the exit of the tunnel...
Silmwaren began too finally pull herself together. She began too get her mental faculties back; And, began too ask questions about what happened. They explained what happened. Silmwaren bore an agonizing pain of disbelief. She gathered herself once more, and ordered those who were left; That they must get too sanctuary...
Along the way an astute servant saw that they were being followed. The elf walked up along side Silmwaren. But, before the elf could tell Silmwaren of this discovery; She told him she already knew of it. How many the elf asked?
She said that so far, there were 9 of them; And, that they are Ophidians.
Are we in danger? the servant asked. No replied Silmwaren, If we were, they would be on us by now. They are following us too see where we are going...
A strange gold and black striped Ophidian justicar looked out a window of his private chamber pondering unknown thoughts. An ophidian zealot slithered in and waited patiently for acknowledgement from the Justicar.
So it is done then? asked the Justicar. Not exactly your holiness. All of house Surion was struck down; Except for one Surion Female. I have scouts following them.
The Justicar hid his displeasure well. Keep on her and see where she goes.
Yes my Lord, It will be done...
