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The shattering of a Bynner's dreams and then the quick end to his suffering

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seidhr:

--- Quote ---An Ample Chamber [E, W, Quit, Save]
   This large square room measures ten cords by ten cords.  The walls are
made of snugly fitted clay brick, mortared with a thick greyish grout.  The
floor is made of freshly planed terracotta tiles, cool and smooth underfoot.
Set into the wall are inch-wide, tall windows, each accompanied by its own
hide and bone shutter, which can be opened and closed in accordance with the
weather outside.  A reinforced door blocks exit to the hall, while a smaller
room lies to the west, its entrance barred with a piece of bone latticework.
Set into a corner of the room is a cooking hearth, a water cistern mounted
in the wall beside it.  
A large bag is lying here.
A few slices of rich brown bread are here.
An empty hefty wooden barrel sits here.
A set of carved agafari shelves are set up near the hearth, glossy wood freshly polished.
A blue bandana has been tied around the door handle, tightly.
Old but cozy-looking, a small, comfortable padded couch sits under the windows.
A fern-patterned green rug has been spread out neatly to one side of the chamber with a few pillows.
The sinuous, gilt-haired woman is standing here.
- she is carrying a large bag.

You stop using your new stained fur-lined, jet-black chitin helm.

You close the door.

You lock the door with a small, simple bone key. - *click*

Quite firmly, setting her pair of knee-high, tooled brown leather boots down on the couch, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
     "I promised myself I wasn't going to cry."

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman drops a pair of knee-high, tooled brown leather boots.

Squinting and blinking once, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "Well, too late for me, I'm afraid."

His gaze drinking in her form, you look down at the sinuous, gilt-haired woman.
Of average height, but a lean frame, this individual is obviously a human
woman of full maturity.  Her carriage is naturally erect and precise, slim
shoulders kept straight.  Her hair is a fall of deep golden blonde, paler
near the crown and in highlighted streaks, with no curl or wave to it.  Her
skin is several shades darker, a coppery hue with very few marks.  The oval
of her face has a small, neat chin and a thin nose, whose bridge bears a
near-imperceptable deviation.  Her eyes are slanted, an olive green that
edges towards hazel near the pupils.  Her long lashes and brows are pale as
the highlights of her hair, the latter arching high over her large eyes.
The wide lips of her mobile mouth are full, upper bowed lightly, lower
drooping in repose.  Long limbs make the most of her height, with very light
muscles under smooth skin.  Her curves are smooth and ample enough to draw
attention, but the length of her legs and the long arch of her waist give
her serpentine grace.  

Her hair has been left free, sleek and smooth as it hangs to mid-back.  Her eyes are lightly lined in kohl, upper lids dusted with silvery powder.
The sinuous, gilt-haired woman is in excellent condition.

Lower lip quivering a little, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
     "Don't cry.  Then I'll cry."

Shaking his head, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "Out of my system.  I think."

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman shifts her things to free her arms, and rushes over to hug you as tightly as she can, sniffling quietly.

Wry smirk on his lips, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "Lucky has keen eyes though."

The beak-nosed, scraggly haired man takes a step closer to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, hand reaching out to her.

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman buries her face against you, swallowing heavily.

The beak-nosed, scraggly haired man's arms wrap tightly around the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, holding her against him.

Very quietly, with a modicum of control in her wavering voice, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman whispers to you, in sirihish:
     "I'm so sorry."

His chest rising as he huffs, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "I'm not."

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman blinks rapidly as she pulls back far enough to look up at you.

You say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "All things end Meera.  I'm glad for what we did have."

Nodding her head slowly, voice quiet, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
     "I love you.  Never doubt that."

Small tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he blinks, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "I never did from the day you sat on that couch."

(The beak-nosed, scraggly haired man takes in a deep breath, then lets it roll out, his eyes blinking once more.)

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman blinks rapidly, lashes decidedly wet, though she manages a smile as she leans up to steal a kiss from you.

Lips responding to hers and one broad, calloused thumb coming up to wipe the forming tears away, smudging the kohl, you ask the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "No tears, remember?"

Looking about, you ask the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "Are you done, then?  Leaving soon?"

Nodding her head, voice quiet, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
     "I am.  I cleared away as much business as I could..."

Pressing his lips to her forehead, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "Then I suppose this is good bye.  For now."

You say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "The Lord Captain Fale has summoned us to the Gaj for some sort of announcement."

Reaching for his hand and pressing something into it, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman asks you, in sirihish:
     "It's not fancy, I know, but...I made it because it matches mine.  And...can you give something to my brother?"

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman gives you her bone, black pearl ring.

The beak-nosed, scraggly haired man ceases his train of thought looking down at your bone, black pearl ring, nodding absently.

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman gets her deck of Kruth cards from her yellow-embroidered canvas backpack.

You say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "If I ever see him again, aye."

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman fishes out her deck of Kruth cards with a small smile, and tosses them onto the couch.

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman drops a deck of Kruth cards.

Unable to help another little quiver of her lower lip, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
     "I won't keep you."

Looking at your bone, black pearl ring even as he turns away, you say, in sirihish:
     "I know."

You say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish:
     "Shade.  Love.  Find Happiness where ever Whira takes you."

Voice quieting, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
     "...I love you.  Stay safe.  If you ever decide you're ready...you know where to find your family."

The beak-nosed, scraggly haired man fumbles with your small, simple bone key in the door, cursing lightly.

The beak-nosed, scraggly haired man nods once.

You open the door.

The sinuous, gilt-haired woman silently lifts a hand to cover her mouth, shoulders shaking lightly.

e (with heavy steps)
A Well-Lit Hallway [N, E, S, W, Save]
   This hallway, with its high ceiling and white stone walls seems clean
and well maintained.  Grey slate slabs line the floor contrasting and
complementing the stark walls.  Overhead the ceiling bears a mosaic, an
abstract pattern done in flat tiles of different colored stone.  Broad doors
sit off to each side of the passage, and the hallway stretches north and
south.  
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak is hiding here.
The tall figure in a hooded, grey sandcloth windcloak is hiding here.

You close the door.

You lock the door with a small, simple bone key. - *click*


You feel a sharp pain in your back and blood wells up in your throat!
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak lightly stabs your leg.
You feel very sick...
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs your foot, nicking you.
You feel very sick...
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak swiftly dodges your hit.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak swiftly dodges your hit.

The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak solidly stabs your body.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs your body, nicking you.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak swiftly dodges your hit.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak swiftly dodges your hit.


Your surroundings blur slightly.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs your leg.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs at you, but you dodge out of the way.

The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak solidly stabs your body.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs at you, but you dodge out of the way.

unlock door e
You do not have the proper key for that.
The tall figure in a hooded, grey sandcloth windcloak draws an onyx-pommeled bone dagger.

The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs your wrist, wounding you.
The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak stabs you, barely grazing your body.

The tall figure in a hooded, grey sandcloth windcloak draws an obsidian dagger.

A darkness creeps at the edge of your vision.
Your vision goes black.
--- End quote ---

Desertman:
Good night sweet prince.

I remember this happening. I was sad to see him go. I liked him.

BadSkeelz:

--- Quote ---A Well-Lit Hallway [N, E, S, W, Save]

The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak is hiding here.
The tall figure in a hooded, grey sandcloth windcloak is hiding here.
--- End quote ---

 ::)

What were the names of the Bynners involved, by the way? They look vaguely familiar.

manipura:
It was a sad turn of events, indeed.  He was very well-liked, by all of us.

Fujikoma:
Best large I ever spent.

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