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The look in Jaccob's eyes was puzzling to her. She didnt understand why all this was so important to her. She understood that her sister and cousins were in danger but had no clue why all this would be so meaningful to her. Yes, family is important and what happens to one means much to the others but she had purposely kept away from their dealings. With never knowing her mother due to her dying in childbirth she only had recollections of her Aunt Ebony. She had very little memory of her father since he died when she was quite young. It seemed ages ago when she found the family heirloom that Jaccob now had possession of. Things were becoming very confusing for her.
Jaccob again patted her hands and touched her cheek lightly.
"There are things my dear girl i must tell you. Things that you will probably not believe...but they must be said."
Nodding her understanding to him he began to tell her the story of why her father had died. It seemed that he had fallen in with some members of a secret sect determined to overthrow Britain and bring evil to the world. He had put himself into the service of a mage who dealt in the darkest of magical arts. Necromancy mixed with high magery had become his obsession. Turning himself away from his family and all that was good in the world. He told her that on the day of her father's death the two of them had come to blows over who should control the staff. Her father wanting to bring the staff to evil use and himself wanting to keep it from it. Jaccob took a deep breath then continued to tell her how they fought ferociously and he had slain his own brother. He too was wounded severely and had no recollection of what had happened to the staff. He thought it may have been destroyed or taken by the evil forces that his brother was with. He never knew until the day she showed it to him. Looking at Aletta he could see that she was in shock over the tale of her father but she seemed to understand there was nothing that could of been done to stop it. Sitting back in her chair Jaccob continued telling her that the hooded figures that have been stalking the girls were of the same people her father had once been involved with. It was rumored long ago that they still sought after the staff that for some reason they felt it was of great power and would aid them in their fight for control. After her father's demise they had gone into hiding and was not heard of since. But now it seems they are back and very much looking for the staff again. That is why they came and attacked the girl's in Skara Brae.
Sitting back in his own chair Jaccob took a deep breath and tried to relax. The telling of this story was hard on him and Aletta could see that it brought back terrible memories to him. Having really never known her father she found it all a bit overwhelming. Thranos reached towards Jaccob and nodded towards the beds.
"Jaccob . You tire yourself my friend. The night is late and you two need to take some rest."
"Yes. You may be right. We have a freind out in the city. If you could have someone fetch him here we may be able to rest for the remainder of the night. But this discussion isnt done. We still need to decide what to do."
"Yes, yes. I wil send someone for your friend and I agree that we need to talk about this further. If what you said is true we could very well all be in danger."
Thranos rose and left the room. Jaccob lead Aletta to one of the small beds in the room and helped her climb in and cover up. She was so tired but her mind was racing with images from the past. Fleeting thoughts danced through her head from when she was younger. Only a dark shadow filled the spot of the man who she remembered as her father. Then memories of Ebony taking care of her and teaching her things. Her early memory of Jaccob was not to be found. She only remembered him from being on Crimson's crew and taking care of them there on the Black Rose. Finally sleep took her and the world became blank as she fell into a deep sleep.
A knock on the door and Meyer entered the room. Jaccob pointed to the other bed next to Aletrta and Meyer went to lie down. It wasnt long before sleep overtook him as well. Jaccob sat once again by the fire and thought back again to the day his brother died. Questioning himself he wondered if Jonah was really dead. It made little sense to think otherwise but something kept creeping into his mind. Something recently that was unsettling to him. There was more of a connection to the things that happened in Skara than that of the hooded figures. After a few moments passed it came to him like a lightning bolt across the sky. Lighting up the dark recesses of him mind. Maxwell.
Jaccob again patted her hands and touched her cheek lightly.
"There are things my dear girl i must tell you. Things that you will probably not believe...but they must be said."
Nodding her understanding to him he began to tell her the story of why her father had died. It seemed that he had fallen in with some members of a secret sect determined to overthrow Britain and bring evil to the world. He had put himself into the service of a mage who dealt in the darkest of magical arts. Necromancy mixed with high magery had become his obsession. Turning himself away from his family and all that was good in the world. He told her that on the day of her father's death the two of them had come to blows over who should control the staff. Her father wanting to bring the staff to evil use and himself wanting to keep it from it. Jaccob took a deep breath then continued to tell her how they fought ferociously and he had slain his own brother. He too was wounded severely and had no recollection of what had happened to the staff. He thought it may have been destroyed or taken by the evil forces that his brother was with. He never knew until the day she showed it to him. Looking at Aletta he could see that she was in shock over the tale of her father but she seemed to understand there was nothing that could of been done to stop it. Sitting back in her chair Jaccob continued telling her that the hooded figures that have been stalking the girls were of the same people her father had once been involved with. It was rumored long ago that they still sought after the staff that for some reason they felt it was of great power and would aid them in their fight for control. After her father's demise they had gone into hiding and was not heard of since. But now it seems they are back and very much looking for the staff again. That is why they came and attacked the girl's in Skara Brae.
Sitting back in his own chair Jaccob took a deep breath and tried to relax. The telling of this story was hard on him and Aletta could see that it brought back terrible memories to him. Having really never known her father she found it all a bit overwhelming. Thranos reached towards Jaccob and nodded towards the beds.
"Jaccob . You tire yourself my friend. The night is late and you two need to take some rest."
"Yes. You may be right. We have a freind out in the city. If you could have someone fetch him here we may be able to rest for the remainder of the night. But this discussion isnt done. We still need to decide what to do."
"Yes, yes. I wil send someone for your friend and I agree that we need to talk about this further. If what you said is true we could very well all be in danger."
Thranos rose and left the room. Jaccob lead Aletta to one of the small beds in the room and helped her climb in and cover up. She was so tired but her mind was racing with images from the past. Fleeting thoughts danced through her head from when she was younger. Only a dark shadow filled the spot of the man who she remembered as her father. Then memories of Ebony taking care of her and teaching her things. Her early memory of Jaccob was not to be found. She only remembered him from being on Crimson's crew and taking care of them there on the Black Rose. Finally sleep took her and the world became blank as she fell into a deep sleep.
A knock on the door and Meyer entered the room. Jaccob pointed to the other bed next to Aletrta and Meyer went to lie down. It wasnt long before sleep overtook him as well. Jaccob sat once again by the fire and thought back again to the day his brother died. Questioning himself he wondered if Jonah was really dead. It made little sense to think otherwise but something kept creeping into his mind. Something recently that was unsettling to him. There was more of a connection to the things that happened in Skara than that of the hooded figures. After a few moments passed it came to him like a lightning bolt across the sky. Lighting up the dark recesses of him mind. Maxwell.