[Warrick] The Tale of Drayas

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Kaiba, Malcolm’s horse, lowered his head to try and rip up a mouthful of grass leading into the laneway of Lady Warrick’s farm. I was a mostest little affair, a sizeable cottage set amongst paddocks of long green grass and young, budding grapevines. The large, black horse shook his head in protest as he was encouraged to enter the property, and closer to the cottage, a black and tan doberman stalked out of his dog house, the letters J E D etched above it in the wood, and started barking.
The horse startled and jumped aside, dancing nervously on the spot as Malcolm gathered up the reins and ordered him to stand. The knight climbed down from his mount and tied him to a nearby fence post before checking to see if the dog was on a chain. Satisfied that Kaiba wouldn't be tormented by the animal, Malcolm went up to the front door and balled his hand to rap his knuckles against the wooden divide.
Malcolm took a step back from the door, he didn't want to appear intimidating, knowing how shy Lei’lira could be after seeing her at a dinner he had arranged in Ashan. He stood plainly dressed in a pair of leather riding boots, black pants, and a dark red tunic, the tongue of his brown leather hanging comfortably about his waist, with a heavy iron sword slung off his left hip. He wore no jewelry, and his curly, black hair was combed away from his face, slicked back with a bit of scented oil.
“Lady Warrick?” he called, “it's Malcolm Krome, Lord of the Iron Hand.”
The dog started barking again, stirred by the stranger’s voice. Jed ran from his dog house and jumped up as the chain that kept him held back, grew taut, with no more to give. He bared his teeth, and drool flew from his mouth in long, web-like ribbons.The knight could see why they kept such an animal, living in the middle of nowhere was intimidating enough, and off the chain, Malcolm might not have been so brave as to just stroll up to their door unchecked.
“I was hoping you had some time to talk?” he tried to raise his voice over the sound of the dog’s barking, but was unsuccessful.
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Lei'lira had just managed to settle Tiran and Taerin in for their naps when Lazuli's dog, Jed started barking his head off. She tensed, listening for whatever might have set him off. Jed didn't usually alert the household as he was doing now over nothing. The loud commotion set the twins off, and they started wailing in frightened protest. Lei'lira looked at them in helpless dismay. She couldn't take them to see whatever had set the dog off. What if there was some kind of trouble? With the weather as nice as it had been lately, the bandits would be out in force, raiding unsuspecting travelers. It wasn't unheard of for them to attack an isolated farm like her own.

"I'll take them. You go see what's going on." Eri said quietly.

Teirue clung to Eri's legs as the older girl reached out for the twins.

"I can take one of them, if it will help." Atreyas offered.

Lei'lira gave them both a grateful smile as she handed Tiran to Atreyas, and Taerin to Eri. Lil'ari and Kei'iru moved out of the way so she could head towards the door as fast as her large belly would allow. When she reached the door, she opened the door a crack so she could peer out and see what had set Jed off. At that moment, she heard a somewhat familiar masculine voice call for "Lady" Warrick. It was Malcom Krome, a man she had met when Elyna Burhan had invited her to dinner last Ashan. That revelation was both a relief, and a worry. It was good that she wasn't being attacked by bandits, of course...but why was Lord Krome here in Warrick? Had something happened to Elyna? She opened the door the rest of the way.

"Lord Krome?" she asked, confusion, and worry mingling in her voice.

Lei'lira turned to Jed.

"Down, Jed! He's a friend."

Sort of, anyway. If a stranger who happened to be the husband of a woman she had come to see as a friend could be considered a friend, anyway.

"Please come in, Lord Krome." she offered, stepping back to allow him to do just that.

"Do you want anything to eat, or drink?" she asked politely.

Her tone showed how rattled his sudden appearance had left her. She felt more confident here in her own home than she had in his, but she was worried about what his sudden appearance might mean, and acquaintance or not, he was still a strange man in her home. That alone was enough to make her nervous. Thankfully Eri, and Atreyas had managed to calm the twins so she wouldn't have to raise her voice over their wailing. She wasn't sure she could do that, being as nervous as she was.

"You must be tired from your travels, Lord Krome. Please come and sit down. Can I get you anything? Of course I have time to talk. Is Elyna okay?" she asked anxiously.

In the background, Eri, Atreyas, and Lil'ari had gathered to see who had come to visit them. The older children were very protective of Lei'lira, and they could tell how nervous the presence of this stranger was making her. Kei'iru stood behind them, trying to keep Teirue quiet, and calm; not an easy task when the almost three arc old girl wanted nothing more than to run over to her "mother."
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“Just a glass of water if you have it,” he asked, not wanting to make a pest of himself. “Elyna is visiting family in Burhan, she is well,” he told the woman. “She gave birth to a boy last season, Luke, and his grandparents were eager to meet him.”
Malcolm took a seat and reminded himself that he hadn't come here to chat, though breaking the ice never hurt. Lei’lira seemed on edge, and that in itself was unsettling, especially for the children stood in the doorway watching.
“Back to bed,” he told one of the older ones, who smiled having appeared to have remembered him from the dinner.
“Lady Warrick,” he gestured to the chair across from him, hoping she would take a seat. “I'm actually here on official business on behalf of the Iron Hand. There is a nasty rumour going about that your husband Drayas has disappeared and that the circumstances are unusual. I took this investigation up myself, though it is far below my jurisdiction, because I know you, and I'm sure you would prefer to have me sat here than someone you don't know, but if you aren't honest with me, if you don't tell me the full story, I will have to pass this case on and can't guarantee that you will be assigned someone as… lenient as I.”
Malcolm took a folded set of papers from his pocket and unfolded them to read the notes. “We know that Drayas never left Rynmere, every port has papers and records, you see, that keep track of everyone who comes and goes.” Malcolm glanced across at the woman, looking for telltale signs that something might be amiss. “So I need you to tell me the last time you saw him, where he was going, who else might be able to attest this, and why you haven't reported his disappearance yourself. Do you not find it odd, Lady Warrick, that you husband has not returned home, has he sent any word to you?”
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Lei'lira fetched a glass of water for Malcom quickly when he asked for one, getting one for herself as well. Hearing that nothing was wrong with Elyna made her relax considerably. And hearing that she had given birth to a son made her smile softly.

"I would like to meet Luke too, someday. And I know that Teirue would like the chance to play with Elsie again." she said quietly.

"Elsie!" Teirue exclaimed happily, hearing a name that she recognized.

Lei'lira turned to her daughter, and grinned. But Lei'lira still didn't know what had brought Malcom all the way out to her farm, so she hushed Teirue gently. When Malcom told Eri to go back to bed, Lei'lira was gratified to see the girl hesitate, turning to her first. Only when she nodded did Eri begin to usher the rest of the children out of the room. When they were gone, Lei'lira turned back to her guest, and sat down heavily.

Much of her tension was gone, but she was visibly surprised when the man told her that he had come on official business from the Iron Hand. What could they possibly want from her? She was about to ask when he continued to tell her about a "rumor" about Drayas's disappearance under unusual circumstances. She frowned in confusion, but said nothing until he had finished, simply nodding when he warned her of what would happen if she lied, or tried to withhold information from the investigation. Then she nodded again; she appreciated Malcom's willingness to come himself rather than send a stranger. Had a complete stranger shown up at her house without warning, and began interrogating her, she would have been terrified out of her wits.

Malcom told her that the Iron Hand knew that Drayas had not left Rynmere, then began questioning her. When had she seen him last? Where was he going? Who might be able to confirm what she told him? Why hadn't she reported his "disappearance?" Didn't she find it odd that he hadn't returned home? And finally, had he contacted her? Lei'lira simply gave him a confused look.

"Why would I think it strange? Drayas is dead, Lord Krome. Of course he hasn't sent word to me. He never saw fit to do so while he was alive, and he can't now." she said softly.

Lei'lira paused, gathering her thoughts.

"Please forgive me if I tell you more than you need to know, but some of your questions aren't as simple as they might seem. Drayas didn't live here. He spent most of his time in Andaris. I'm not sure exactly what he did, but his trade business was there, and it required most of his time. Even if it hadn't...he would have wanted to be where he had the best chance of meeting other nobles, and trying to make connections. His grandfather was Gaius Burhan, though his father was never acknowledged. Drayas felt that he should have been a noble, and marrying me gave him that. When he realized that I couldn't give him the connections he wanted, he allowed me to live here, and run the farm while he stayed in Andaris. He came whenever it suited him to try to get his heir, but he rarely stayed more than a week at a time before going back to the city. So "home" was somewhere in Andaris for him." her tone suggested that she was quite happy that he preferred spending much of his time in Andaris.

She paused to take a sip of water.

"He never told me when he was coming, or where he was going when he left. Nor did he ever tell me what he did while he was gone. I was useless to him, except as a vessel to carry his heirs, and a means to gain the nobility he wanted. So he took what he wanted from me whenever it suited him, but we never really spoke of much."

Tiran began fussing, and Lei'lira half stood to see what was bothering him, but he settled down after a few trills, so she sat back down.

"The last time I saw Drayas was on the 75th of Zi'da. He was furious that Tiran and Taerin weren't his. Had I not managed to escape long enough to hide them in the tall dead grass of one of my pastures, he would have killed them. Instead, he took his anger out on me. Among other things, he told me that I had done his work for him. It was so cold, that once the sun set, they wouldn't have had a chance; they were only eight trials old, far too young to endure exposure to the bitter cold of a night in Zi'da without protection."

Lei'lira shuddered at the memory.

"He had me restrained, and unable to save them. If it hadn't been for my cousin Vivian W...Vivian, they would be dead right now. She saved their lives. Vivian had come to visit me several trials before, on the 69th of Zi'da. She told me that she was leaving Rynmere, and that she had been stripped of her name, and rank. I had just given birth to the twins two trials before, and I was exhausted. At the time, I lived here alone. The healer had told me I would need several trials of bed rest to recover from the birth of the twins, but...I needed to take care of them. And take care of the animals when they were asleep. There was no time to rest...until Vivian came. She stayed long enough to give me a chance to rest, then left to check on something at home."

Lei'lira paused once more to take another sip of water.

"She returned on the 75th in time to save the twins's lives, and find me unconscious. Seeing them alive when I woke up...there are no words to describe how relieved I was. Thanks to her, my attempt to save them hadn't killed them instead. Vivian was furious. She challenged Drayas to a fight, and won. Easily. He was unconscious the last time I saw him. She was still so angry; filled with a cold rage I had never seen in her before. When she told me to take the twins inside, and let her borrow a horse, and some rope, I didn't question it. I just obeyed. I never saw Drayas again after that. A couple of men from the local guard came by several trials after that, and told me that Drayas had been killed by bandits. I didn't question it...but I didn't tell than about my cousin's involvement, either. She saved the lives of my children. It's even possible that she saved my life, as well. Drayas was so angry about the fact that the twins weren't his...and he often allowed his rage to overwhelm him when he punished me for displeasing him. Which was most of the time when he came to "visit." Had Vivian not returned when she did, he might have killed me, as well as letting the twins die. I owed her for that. Besides...she was leaving Rynmere. I was in no shape to ride several miles to report anything when it happened, and by the time the guards came to tell me that Drayas was dead, she was probably gone. I don't know why the guards didn't tell anyone in Andaris about Drayas's death. Unless the weather was too cold, and unpredictable for them to make the trip to the city?"

It didn't explain why they hadn't sent someone to Andaris with a report once the weather improved, but Lei'lira had no explanations for that.

"If you talk to the local guards, they will tell you what they told me."

Lei'lira hesitated.

"I did tell Elyna that Drayas had been killed by bandits when I met her in Andaris on the 10th of Ashan. I had no idea that the local guard here in Warrick hadn't told anyone in Andaris before then."

Her throat was dry from all the talking she had done, so Lei'lira finished her glass of water.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't relieved that Drayas is dead. But I didn't kill him." she finished softly.
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Was it possible to choke on a sip of water? Malcolm almost had. He stared the the woman open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Dead? Why hadn’t this been reported. The man took a pencil from his pocket and wrote the word dead on the folded piece of paper. Under that he added tension, had there been trouble in paradise, he wondered, how was it the woman spoke so calmly about this?
He let Lei’lira go on with her tale, adding words to the wrinkled page as she went. Separated, he put with a question mark, the woman had said that the two of them didn’t live together, that Drayas often stayed in the capital where his work kept him. Power-hungry followed, Lady Warrick really was painting a picture of what appeared on paper, to be a very unlikeable man. Of course all of his notes were taken in Draketh, so there was very little chance that the noble woman sat across from him could read them.
“Gaius Burhan,” Malcolm muttered to himself under his breath, an attempt to help him sound the right letters out in order to spell the name correctly.
Home had been somewhere in Andaris, Lei’lira had mentioned, as if to imply that she had no idea where her husband was actually living. Malcolm’s lips thinned into a hard line across his face, his confusion evident. He knew what noble couples were like, very few ever married for love, but nobles were so nosy and hated to be undermined, thus he found it odd that Lei’lira appeared to know so little. So too did he find it odd, that Drayas was so careless with the woman he had chosen to marry, if only to boost his status. Of course there was no divorce in Rynmere, and that was exactly the reason most partners, especially those of common birth, tried so hard to please their noble partners, or at least pretend to, otherwise things like this happened; unexplainable deaths that were always so convenient.
Malcolm jotted down the date that Lei’lira admitted to last seeing Drayas, and again the pieces weren’t adding up. For a couple that cared so little for one another, she had recalled in great detail, the events of their time together, including the last day she had seen him.
Soon, Malcolm’s second suspect came to light. He imagined that Lei’lira, was trying to tell him without telling him, that Drayas had assaulted her, being displeased with the sight or story of the twin. But is was the name Vivian Warrick he put down on paper, now his number one suspect for the murder of Drayas. Did the noblewoman really think he had brought that rubbish about bandits? No, that was far too convenient.
As the story went, Drayas had discovered that the twins were not his, Lei’lira had attempted to hide them from him outside in the freezing cold of Zi’da, and Vivian had discovered them after Lei’lira had been attacked and was left unconscious at the hands of Drayas. Vivian had challenged Drayas to a fight, and Lei’lira had just admitted that the last time she had seen her husband, he had been out cold. She said unconscious, not dead, but had she even checked?
“Vri give me strength,” he mouthed to himself, gobsmacked.
Vivian had taken a horse, some rope, and an unconscious man, and a few days later, he had been found dead via the hands of a suspected bandit attack. “I don’t know how you think this sounds,” Malcolm said, “but things are looking quite bad.”
Malcolm scanned his notes and blinked away his surprise. He sighed and folded the paper up. There wasn’t much to consider, the events appeared quite clean cut, the evidence far too telling to ignore. “Vivian Warrick may be guilty for the murder of you husband, Lady Warrick, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that you did little to stop her from swinging whatever weapon it was that cut him down. You gave her the tools to dump his body, you didn’t make any report of the attack on yourself, the actions that followed, or the news given to you by the local guard.” he stared at the woman, long and hard, features eventually softening. “This doesn’t look good for you… I’m not going to lie.”
One of the children started crying then, and Malcolm leaned back in his chair. If he took Lei’lira in, there would be no one to look after her children. Was that really his concern? She came from a wealthy family, the children would be cared for even if they did not inherit their mother’s title.
Malcolm looked thoughtful, torn. “Lady Warrick,” he stood up. “I am going to charge your cousin with murder, there will be a bounty for her arrest. If you hear news of her whereabouts you are to report them to me. Your name will go on record, as will the facts. Once Vivian Warrick is captured and brought in for trial, you will need to give evidence against her in the court. If you fail to do so I will be forced to tell the court that you were involved in his murder.” It was the truth after all. Malcolm was trying to offer the woman an alternative to jail, thinking of her children more so than Lei’lira herself. “Do you understand the severity of this charge and what will happen if you fail to comply?”
He tucked the paper away in his pocket and got ready to return to his horse. He would need to travel to the village and speak to the guards there about what they had found, and ‘how dead’ Drayas had looked when they had found him, what information they had gathered from Lei’lira, and why they hadn’t reported the death.
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He told her that she had done nothing to stop Vivian from attacking Drayas. What, exactly was she supposed to have done? Fought Vivian? Even if she knew how...which she didn't...that would have been laughable. She had been injured, and after breaks of being restrained, the feeling had just been coming back into her limbs. Should she have ignored the needs of her children, who had spent those breaks cold, hungry, and alone in a pasture? They had survived their ordeal, and were lucky enough not to have gotten sick from it. But at the time, she had had now way of knowing that they were okay. Did he think she should have called for help? Who would have heard her when the nearest farm was miles away? Should she have jumped in front of the blade, and risked getting herself killed? Probably. Drayas was her husband, after all. In the eyes of the law, he owned her. Had it been her that had been killed in a punishment that went too far, would Drayas be held accountable? No. Why would he be? He was only punishing her for defying him, as was his right. What if he had killed the twins like he had threatened? Justifiable punishment for her because she "betrayed" her husband...never mind the fact that she had been raped, and that it had happened before she'd been forced to marry him.

Lei'lira said none of this. Why risk making things worse for herself? She was relieved...even glad that Drayas was dead. His death meant that she and her children were safe from him. But in the eyes of the law, that didn't matter. Even she knew that much.

Lord Krome told her that Vivian would be charged with murder, and a bounty put on her head. Lei'lira felt an icy chill run down her spine; if Vivian was ever caught, she would be executed. Hearing that she would be expected to testify against her cousin when she was captured frightened her even more. How could she possibly do that? And yet...how could she possibly not? She had the children to think of. Who would take care of them if she were arrested? Eri would try her best, of course...but the twins were still nursing. Would one of her neighbors be willing to take them in permanently? What would happen to Tiran and Taerin if one of the neighbors couldn't take them in? Lei'lira held no illusions that the Warricks would do so. There was nothing Lei'lira wouldn't do to protect her children. So she simply nodded when asked if she understood the severity of the charge, and what would happen to her id she failed to comply.

"I understand, Lord Krome." she said softly.

She would just have to hope that Vivian was never caught.
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Malcolm shook his head, still in a state of disbelief. It had to be one of the fastest interrogations he had carried out, and while he was thankful for Lei’lira’s honesty, he wondered if her forthcomingness ever got her into trouble. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through,” he told her, “but I can’t overlook the fact that you aided your cousin, Vivian Warrick, in killing a man by handing her the rope and horse that carried him away from here unconcious.”
With that Malcolm left the house, his glass of water abandoned to the table, having taken no more than a sip or two. He walked out across the deck and onto the front lawn where Kaiba stood with his head bowed, trying to rip up some of the long grass that was growing around one of the fence posts. Malcolm shortened the reins, put his left foot in the corresponding stirrup, and pulled himself up into the saddle. He took one last look at Lei’lira, and nudged his horse’s sides, urging the animal forwards.
The two of them disappeared down the lane, and in a moment were out on the open road. Malcolm coaxed the horse into a gallop, pointing them towards the village he knew was only half a break’s ride from the farmstead.
Once in the village, he got in contact with the local guard, the captain of which pointed him to the two men who had found Drayas’ body, and interviewed Lei’lira.
“Thank you for the information,” Malcolm said, “I only have a few questions if you can think back to when you discovered the body.”
One of them nodded, “clear as the morning sun,” he said, “looked like he had been dead a little while. Still recognisable, but he was bloated like a whale.”
“And really discoloured,” the other man added.
Well that answered one of his questions, Malcolm thought. “Was he tied up when you discovered him, with rope?”
The second man nodded, “yeah rope around his hands and ankles. I only remember because his arms were so fat and swollen, but his hands and feet looked normal.”
Malcolm wrote the information down. “Was he discovered with a weapon or any coin?”
“No weapon,” the first man told him, “we figure the bandits took those.”
“But I did find a couple of piece of silver in his coin purse.”
Malcolm’s brow knotted, why would bandits leave any money at all, there was a lot one could buy with silver, especially food for the winter. He folded the piece of parchment again and tucked it into the inside pocket of his tunic. “Thank you for you time.”
Both men nodded. “No problem.”
“Did Lady Warrick seem upset to you, when you delivered the news, shocked at all?”
“She seemed on edge,” one of them said.
“Nervous,”the other corrected him.
Malcolm, with all the information he needed, got up onto his horse again and turned the animal about to start his trip home to Andaris. “My thanks, men.”
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REWARDS

MALCOLM

  • Knowledge:
    • Animal Training: Horses Around Dogs
    • Drayas Warrick: Dead
    • Drayas Warrick: Murdered via Drowning
    • Lei'lira Warrick: Associate in Drayas' Demise
    • Lei'lira Warrck: Blackmailed into Witnessing at a Trial
    • Vivian Warrick: Primary Suspect Behind Drayas' Death
    • Draketh: Writing Draketh
    Loot: None
    Injuries: None
    Fame: -5 (Blackmailing Lei'lira); +3 (Investigating the Murder of Drayas Warrick)

    Story: 5/5
    Collaboration: 5/5
    Structure: 5/5


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LEI'LIRA

  • Knowledge:
    • Caretaking: Having the Older Children Help with the Younger Ones
    • Elyna: Mother of Luke
    • Malcolm: Father of Luke
    • Malcolm: Looking Into Drayas' Disappearance
    • Malcolm: Blackmailing You to Testify at Vivian's Trial
    • Rynmere: Law Puts Men Over Women
    Loot: None
    Injuries: None
    Fame: -10 (Associate to Drayas' Murder); +5 (Protecting Family)

    Story: 5/5
    Collaboration: 5/5
    Structure: 5/5


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Comments: Looks like this was a story to move along the plot. I quite enjoy reading these as it helps develop the characters.

Just monitor for slight grammatical and spelling errors. This comment is to both. As previously discussed, Lei'lira, there were some inappropriately placed comments. Since I just notified you of this, I have not deducted points. Just keep an eye out and let me know if you need further help or examples. Malcolm, I would just advise you of some run-on sentences I noticed. Two of them throughout the entire thread were very long and made it difficult to read.

If you feel I've missed anything or if you have questions about your review, please don't hesitate to send me a quick PM. Thank you!
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