Archbishop Thomas Lord was drenched in sweat. He had been fearing the worse since he had been given the Coronation service to perform. The Church was not about to listen to the insane ramblings of one of its failed brethren about a prophecy and the killings. This was a new dawn and the people needed to see the Queen crowned in public and not hidden away or dealt with in secrecy.
The people had come from across the lands to witness the ceremony and for this, at least, Thomas was happy. Being somewhat short of faith at times he was convinced that the assassins were everywhere and would be only too grateful to stop the service with a single poison-tipped arrow from a balcony... or something like that.
Making his way back to his rooms he felt the presence before he saw it and he had the sense to not turn round and confront it but to run with all his speed. Through a door. He bolted it and continued through the maze of corridors that made up the Royal Castle. He heard the crashing and splintering of wood and steel as the door was broken down and the roar of his killer. He called for the Guards who quickly mobilised and began to lock doors and seal off areas of the castle as Thomas ran through. There was death in the castle that night but Thomas was determined that his secret would not die with him.
Archbishop Thomas Lord decided to travel North to seek shelter and speak of this to his old friend...
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Some time later, and more composed, Thomas sat down opposite his old friend and they spoke for a long time about the past, the present and the future. Thomas knew he was short of time and that there was nowhere left to run. Except perhaps... but for now he decided to sleep rough in the woods and to make better plans when he was able.
The Archbishop speaks to his old friend.
Taken from the EM Website.
The people had come from across the lands to witness the ceremony and for this, at least, Thomas was happy. Being somewhat short of faith at times he was convinced that the assassins were everywhere and would be only too grateful to stop the service with a single poison-tipped arrow from a balcony... or something like that.
Making his way back to his rooms he felt the presence before he saw it and he had the sense to not turn round and confront it but to run with all his speed. Through a door. He bolted it and continued through the maze of corridors that made up the Royal Castle. He heard the crashing and splintering of wood and steel as the door was broken down and the roar of his killer. He called for the Guards who quickly mobilised and began to lock doors and seal off areas of the castle as Thomas ran through. There was death in the castle that night but Thomas was determined that his secret would not die with him.
Archbishop Thomas Lord decided to travel North to seek shelter and speak of this to his old friend...
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Some time later, and more composed, Thomas sat down opposite his old friend and they spoke for a long time about the past, the present and the future. Thomas knew he was short of time and that there was nowhere left to run. Except perhaps... but for now he decided to sleep rough in the woods and to make better plans when he was able.
The Archbishop speaks to his old friend.
Taken from the EM Website.