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[Ditto Armunn]

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It all started with a letter. A letter from an unknown writer asking Ditto to be a judge at a chickenfest.

'Do they really think me that much of an idiot? I may be nuts, but I am na stupid!' The offer had seemed too good to be true. And after a few short conversations with the local chicken population, Ditto had been nearly convinced the letter asking her to join a chickenfest was not only fraudulent but also a trap, very probably by the Ebon Skull to capture her.
Meet at Hanse, the letter had said. Everyone who knew anything about chickens, knew that there wasn't even a chicken population in or near Sanctus. Her suspicions plentiful, Ditto immediatly sought out her husband to show him the letter. Finding out that he had left on his mount earlier, she then took a quick walk about DarkCove but found that the guard were all busy with training or were away on missions. Ditto then decided to take matters into her own hands. In moments she had written a letter to her friend Cat Lyxen and enclosed the letter from the stranger. She told her of her suspicions and that she would be sending her a hawk one hour after the time she was to meet this stranger in Sanctus if everything was alright. If Cat did not receive a note, she was to show both letters to Tarothin.
Just a short while later and Ditto was walking inside the hostel at Sanctus. The place was empty save for Patterson and his helper. She had just about changed her mind on coming alone when she heard the front doors open and a breeze blow in. She sat still and used the breeze to try to get a scent of the person coming up slowly behind her. It was a familiar scent but still wasn't close enough to know.

"Ditto..Armunn?" the low, strange voice asked.

Ditto turned and saw a cloaked, hooded man. A few words later and she knew he was the "chicken judge" she was here to meet. Warning bells went off in her head and she knew she didn't want to go with this man. Too many coincedenses. Despite herself, Ditto exchanged pleasantries with the man just as she would with anyone. She knew with her whole being that this was some sort of set up. But for a set up by the Skull, something was off. Something....though familiar, the scent didn't carry the air that the Skull normally had about them. The smell of death..or Undeath. A slight delay with some chat and Ditto approached the man closer. The smell of him was so familiar, yet she didn't recognize it. At about that moment, the man pulled out a bit of candy, reached out, and handed it to her quickly. Only one person, without being asked, had ever done that for her before. Only one. But, she had to be sure. Turning around to place garlic on the table, saying that it smelled bad, she pocketed the candy and then quickly turned around and looked at Patterson in shock. "He took the candy from me!"
The man gasped his shock at Patterson's rudeness and Ditto, sounding as polite as possible, asked for more candy.
With a heavy sigh, the man reached in his pocket to retrieve more, and as he did so, Ditto came even closer, holding her hand out for the candy and took in the scent of the man.
Taking the candy with a big smile, she now knew there was nothing dangerously amiss and that she would go with the "chicken judge" willingly now, for now she knew the identity of the man and trusted him like family. There was nothing to fear here and perhaps even maybe something to look forward to. Perhaps a surprise party of some sort.
Ditto played along with "the stranger" and began enjoying the game until it was time to leave to go to this "chickenfest" that he said was to be a surprise to even the chickens. He mumbled low the words that would create the portal and she stepped inside its shimmering gateway.
They arrived in front of a home reminescent of the orcfort style homes and almost at once, she was surrounded by what appeared to be very large, muscular human men. One of the men grabbed her arms and tied her hands behind her back. Another one, searched her and found the dagger her brother Beldon had given her for dagger games. He reached in and took it from her pack, just bypassing her small sack of reagents. Ditto pouted to see the present her brother had given her in the hands of another and then noticed that they'd left her reagents untouched. She tried to tell them they forgot them but she was shoved inside the wooden building and pushed down onto a stool. Again she tried to remind them of her spell herbs, but then she was gagged. Still she tried to tell them but her loud mumblings weren't understood and she was told to Hush. Ditto did not take being told this very well and so began to sing from behind the cloth as loudly as she could her little, "mmmMMMMmm" song.
Her stomach tumbled on the inside and the nausea quieted her voice somewhat but not her spirit. She pretended to pass out while she thought about what exactly was happening and what she should do next. Perhaps thinking would also give her her stomach a chance to settle down some. After a long while, her pretense to sleep was beginning to become a reality as her last thoughts before slumber overtook her was that if they tried to kill her, then she would be sure to where to aim if she did hurl.
Even in her dream, Ditto had the thought that Tarothin would not be pleased with this or with her. She had gone to see who the stranger was but had no intention of going anywhere with anyone until she found that it was a friend who was behind this. A friend she trusted and who had sworn to protect her. She had been betrayed by someone she loved. Betrayed by family....
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]

[Tarothin Armunn]

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*crumples up the letter after reading it and throws it at the wall*

Ditto, why are you so nieve some times?

*walks over to grab his cloak before slinging it over his shoulder and walking out his front door*

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