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A White Owl sent in search of Soren Calestra
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Bryelle Vaughn
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:06 pm Post subject: A White Owl sent in search of Soren Calestra Reply with quote
Blood red eyes that seem almost inhuman occupy an oblong feathered face. The beak is bent and curled almost all the way under. Within the small opening is a piece of parchment.

"Soren,

Martial Law has been declared in Umbra. You are to return to Restless Manor at once, at which point you will be confined to quarters. Do not stop, time has run out.

Your Guardian,

Bryelle Vaughn, OES Supplicant"

Quietly Bryelle instructed the bird to check all of the following locations: Soren's workshop, all of the Drow Quarter and the Gypsy encampments. Releasing the bird into the air, Bryelle turned her thoughts to the storm over Umbra. Nothing good was going to come of this.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:02 pm Post subject: Reply with quote
The bird had startled her. Having lost her gold earlier, she was at a loss for how to continue and settled with sitting down on a random piece of block in the middle of Luna. Not that she could afford anything in Luna at the moment, but something about walking the pinkish red sidewalks and window shopping made her feel better. The great white feathered thing came out of the sky and landed on your shoulder, its huge claws tearing at the teal dress and digging deeply into her skin. She couldn't help but scream out in pain. As she did the bird dropped its parcel on the ground, pulled it's claws out of her should and seemed to lick her blood off each talon. The sight of it enjoying it's moment of flesh had Soren's stomach hurling. If she had had any lunch it would have come up then and there and mixed with the bile on the ground at her feet. When the bird took off Soren opened the letter and read.

Her eyes scanned over it at least a dozen times. Martial law??? Umbra?? what was going on???? She couldn't go home.. not without talking to Adrian first. She crumbled the letter in her hand and slowly set out for the Gypsy camp, blood oozing onto her dress and congealing in the cloth as well as a trail behind her.
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