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Branwen wakes up in a strange hospital bed, she sits up and looks around at the strange faces watching over her. You there, she calls. Were is my husband? did he take me here? how do I get home? *she stands on the splintered wood floor of the hospital with her bare wobbling feet. Branwen then makes a sharp right around the corner and tries to make for the door. In a fit of panic she pushes right through the nurses with all her might.

ma'am no please, you must lay down, yes your husband Lars brought you in, you will be fine but you need rest.....you caught the scarlet fever!

The young nurse, known as Miriam tried her hardest to talk the delirious Branwen back to her bed.. but to no avail, Branwen would not listen and ran frigtened into the streets of Skara Brae.

Branwen circled around horses and paved streets calling for Lars, *she shouts* "Lars".

The sun was seemingly more bright the intensity burned her eyes.. the every day noises were amplified times ten.. *branwen lets out a horrified scream*

Miriam shouts inside, quickly...find her husband!

A small boy looking about the age is seven pointed toward the gate..."A man wearing the color of your dress went through there"..

Thank you young man, she replied patting his head twice.. she drags herself into the portal. "I will be fine if I can just make it home" Branwen tells herself.

Suddenly the excitement of it all cough up to branwen who now.. falls to her knees no longer able to support herself collapses out of the portal. ... were she falls unconscious, her soft ivory skin now resting in warm green grass as she sleeps, it seems to hug her were she lay. But what was this strange place?

Lars walks out of a portal into the middle of the hospital, suddenly all eyes and attention are on him, and there is chaos in the room, he notices the empty bed where his wife was to be laying, but before he can utter a word, the nurse called Miriam interjects her body between him and the empty bed, "Where is my...*Miriam throws up her hands against his chest* "Lars, sir, there's been an incident, your wife woke up frightened and in a fit of delirium, and before we could stop her she ran out into the streets calling for you...we were trying to contact you just now..."I told you I'd be back this evening, *Miriam nods, lowering her head* *Lars' eyes go cold gray as he fixes his gaze on the chief healer...striding toward him ominously....

Lars stands nosee to nose with the nebbish little man in front of him and utters a low growl* *grabbing the man by his shirt, he lifts him up to eye level, his feet several inches off the floor, "you said she would be cared for here, I trusted you! If she comes to harm in any way because of your negligence, may God have mercy on you!" He turns to Miriam, "which way did she go?" *Miriam points* Sh.. She went that way m'lord, out into the street and through a gate." *He fastens his eyes on her with an almost withering intensity, hanging on her every word* "Red or Blue?!" *she stammers* "This is important Miriam, "Red or Blue?" B...Blue......YES BLUE! *he nods* "She'll need medical attention, you're with me!" *Summons his ethereal, and swings Miriam up behind him* *She instinctively grips his waist, holding on for dear life* HIYA! The massive steed rears with a snort and they gallop away.

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*Riding out into the tourchlit streets of Skara Brae, lars heads toward the moongate at full gallop* Miriam, still holding on for dear life, both to lars and the horse, hardly dares look up, being quite frightened at the situation in which she finds herself, she glances at the passing streets only once, hoping to find someone who might extract her from her predicament, knowing not the nature nor character of the large darkly dressed man who has apprehended her, knowing only what she had witnessed back at the clinic, when he had dangled her boss above the floor...feet flailing, and threatening the poor man within an inch of his life. As her eyes scan the quickly passing shapes of people in the street, they fall upon the visage of the seven year old boy who pointed Branwen to the gate.She screams at the top of her lungs, "STOP!" all the while beating on the dark man's back for attention..fearing that her pleas have fallen on deaf ears...

*Lars pulls hard on the reins, stopping the stead dead in his tracks and causing him to rear in protest, and grind its hooves against the cobblestone streets* In heavens name! What is it woman?!"
stopping like that could throw us both! *Miriam responds to lars annoyance with a mixture of annoyance and fear* Well! ...

Sir! if you would stop long enough for me to get a breath, I'll TELL YOU! I saw that boy over there *points to the young man, who, along with others is witnessing this outdoor spectacale, and who, fearing he is about to be accused of something, turns to try to break and run* pointing your young wife to the gate, if you'll ask him, he may know where the gate was pointed when she went through it!"...
BOY! *lars shouts* moving the enormous horse at a slow walk in the young man's direction* The little boy's eyes grow wide as saucers, having never seen anyone who appeared to him as large and noble, as the one now coming toward him. The boy turns to run, but the crowd lining the streets stops him, turning him back toward lars and miriam with a slight shove. A stray voice in the gathered crowd shouts, "Aye, the little theving erchin be in for it now 'e is" supposing that the boy had stolen something from the noble and was being called to account...
*a wave of muffled and confused speech ripples through the crowd, as they all collectively wonder what will happen next*
*Lars pulls the etherial armored stead directly alongside the young boy, who's eyes are sqinted tightly shut, head down toward the pavement* *In a gentler yet firm tone of voice, lars again says, "Boy, look at me...the boy shakes his head no, still looking at the pavement." *Miriam in a gentle and sweet, almost lyrical voice says, "Boy, look on us, it is alright, you've done nothing wrong, but we do need your help." The boy raises his head, fastening his eyes on Lars, small tears wetting his face slightly, *he wipes it on his sleeve, sniffling*
*Leaning down close to the young man, lars fixes his eyes on the boy's, with a much softer gaze not unlike that which he has for his own son, *smiling slighty, and removing his hood, so as to not frighten the boy further, he says in an almost wispered tone, "Boy, tell me, you saw a young woman come running out of the clinic earlier tonight?" The boy nods in affirmation, squeaking out a small, "yes sir"....and you pointed her toward the gate, did you? Y...Yess Ssir, I did, nodding...*nodding* Now then, do you remember which way the gate was pointing? It looked like Ishnear, Sir."...*Lars nods* Thank you, what's your name, boy? Ben...jamin, Sir, me names Benjamin...Well, Benjamin, *Lars reaching in his belt with a smile, and retrieving a sizable black pouch containing 60,000 gold pieces, "Take this home, to repay your family for such a fine boy! *smiling, and tussling the boy's hair...
*the boy's eyes grow wide again, and he struggles to hold such a large donation* THANK YOU SIR! he shouts, grinning ear to ear! Sir? are you Santa Claus? *Laughing and shaking his head, No. Lars replies, but you go straight home with that you hear? *Ben nods excitedly with a smile* Miriam marvels at the gift, and thinks to herself, "That money will feed the poor boy and his family for a year at least, perhaps I have been too quick to judge."...
*grabbing a hold of his waist as he wheels the etherial back toward the gate, Miriam wispers in Lars ear, "So we are off to Ish then M'lord?" No Malas, Lars replies. "Why there? Miriam inquires. "A lot of ground to cover, we're going to need help, HANG ON! HIYA! *Miriam tightens her grip and lowers her head as they disappear through the gate!*

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A small boy hands a letter to the house servant with instructions to give to the master of the house.

The Letter Reads:

My Lord Lars, It has come to the attention of the guard that the lady of the house has gone missing. We are all able and willing to help find the Lady Branwen and bring her home to safety. I will be staying in the Sentinel's Watch Inn should you need me.

*signed with teal ink*

Nazereth Black

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Upon his arrival in Malas with the nurse Miriam in tow, Lars gallops straight toward the Casteson family home to gather his combat gear.

Upon arrival, the house servant hands Lars the note delivered by the boy:

*Lars Reads*

He questions the servant, "How long?" "Moments ago Sire." replies the servant. *Lars nods* "See to Miriam's needs Rodrick, we have a long journey ahead." "Yes Master." Rodrick replies. *nodding* "This way Miss." *Rodrick helps Miriam dismount, and the etherial vanishes in a flash*

*Lars leaps the front steps two at a time, runs inside, and quickly dons his armor and slings his bow over his back* Hurriedly picking up quill and parchment, he scrawls a note:

My Lord Black,

It appears the Lady Branwen is somewhere in the land of Ishnear. Muster your best guardsmen at the inn, I shall meet you there shortly and we shall divide into hunting parties to search each shrine and surrounding territory. Also be sure to bring Alastair with you, being a linguist, he may be able to interpret the tongue of the wisps and other creatures to be found there. We may be able to glean important information from them as to her whereabouts and condition. I have brought a nurse by name of Miriam to assist in giving medical attention to Branwen when we locate her. Any party, upon finding Bran is to contact me immediately by falcon. Mind you, Branwen is quite ill with the scarlet sickness which recently affected me, she is feverish and may not have her senses about her. She is also five months pregnant. Tell your men to take proper precautions, both for themselves, and her.

May God be with us,

Marshall Casteson

*Lars ties the note to the leg of a Perigrine Falcon, wispering, "To Sentinel's Watch Inn, fly my beauty!" *releases the bird*
*Lars runs outside, summoning his etherial, and helping Miriam back upon the horse* HIYA! *They run at full gallop toward the Inn*
*Rodrick yells, "GOOD LUCK MASTER!" *waving as they disappear over the horizon*

[Wynn]

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Walking into the office looking at the quil and red ink Wynn decides to write a note to an old friend.

Branwen,

I hope this letter finds you well. So much time has passed since I have seen you. I will be comming to your area to visit a patient and hope that I can meet you with and Lars. I have not been able to get intouch with Naz since he left for a trip but I am sure he is ok due to You have not sent word otherwise. How are things with your pregnacy? I Hope to see you soon.

Sincerely,

Lady Wynn

She ties to note to her trusty pigeon please take this to Branwens manor If she is not around and you see Lars give to him. I am sure she will feed you well as she always has. SHe opens the window and her pigeon flies out.
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For a time, Branwen rested in the soft grass after awakening.. The gentle wind was soothing to her. She stood and took a good look around herself and noticed a lovely Lake and after further investigation found a long abandon cabin.. She spent her days resting, picking wild fruit and cleaning her new home.



Growing stronger as the fever lessened each day Branwen was feeling much better. A week had passed and she began to wonder if she had been forgotten, should she go find help? "I must find my way home." *she looks down to her stomach and gives it a tender massage*



As she entered her sixth month of pregnancy she began to fret.. "I can not do this alone." Were is the help? I have not seen one soul since I arrived in this place.. *she bows her head* The kind Branwen bowed her head and whispered the first sincere prayer she had ever spoken in her short life. There it was not a second later a banging at the dusty old door. She opens it to find aqua cloaked soldiers from the guard! "why, look" said one of the foot soldiers, as he brought her out into the daylight, I found her! *Nazereth smiles from ear to ear*



Branwen scans the men's faces her faces looking for Lars. Should she go be by his side? Branwen smiled gently finally making eye contact with him.Yes. She was filled with the same tenderness for him as the budding apple trees, but that time was past. She turned her back on the order and walked with Lars down to the lake, along the old path by the shore.



For some reason, Branwen felt that tears were coming to her eyes. "prayer is always a good thing whispers Lars." keeping close to her." I am grateful to you husband." And you in our love wherever it may be, I shall never mistrust again," the girl said simply, taking his hand while she turns to him. "Here, Branwen let me brush the dust from your gown. Now you must come home." Lars' tells her in a firm commanding tone. For a moment Branwen was incline to protest, but then let him lead her back towards the guard.