(LOGGED BY RENNAR)

NoFace enters the room from the hallway.

NoFace quietly opens the door and enters Jeffrin's bed chambers. She is carrying a bundel with her. She wastes no time, quickly going to the closet door, and unlocking it. After a moment to look you over she speaks...using her normal voice not her grizzled disguised one. You do know she is a woman afterall so what's the point. "Come out of there quickly lady Rennar...Yer in great danger."

Surprise over takes Nirema as the disguised woman opens the door. She seems to blink a few times, comprehension not quite coming to her features, "Pardon....?" She manages, as if her ears heard wrong.

NoFace says "I want you to get out of those clothes and put these ones on quick. I donna got time ta argue with ya about it. *she throws you the bundel* Be quick bout it...da time you waste is yer own."

Confusion seems to set in even further at NoFace's words, however Nirema is not one to argue with one of those who still reports to Jeffrin, "As you wish..." She comments quietly, eyes falling to the bundle of clothing thrown toward her. Gently, she starts to pick up the various pieces, attempting to make heads or tails out of them. She turns about modestly as she changes her clothing - not being extremely quick about it, unaware what the urgency is all about, yet not extremely slow either.

NoFace says "There are assasin in dis house darlin...and they got orders to kill you and yer whole family...I hiddin you away for as long as I can...and now deys on search and destroy...If I was you...I'd be quicker."

At those words, Nirema's face seems to pale considerably. She heeds the advice, though that confusion is only growing deeper, "The same man who was here before... the one that was intent on killing me, even though my uncle refused?" She asks, her voice only trembling a small bit. In no time, despite groaning muscles, the new clothing is on and secured enough that it won't trip over her now thinned form.

NoFace says "I donna know for sure who they are. All I know is that when they get here...you better not be here to. This is on the second story...can you handel going to a room on the east side and climbin out a window and down the side where all the vines have overgrown da house? I dona think we would live if I took you out the front way..."

"I... I think so... as long as the vines hold out" Uncertainty touches Nirema's voice, "Though I suppose I will find out when I get there..." She pauses only briefly, "Why are you helping me...?" She makes her way out of the small room as she asks the question, urgency in her eyes as she moves.

NoFace says "Well if the vines fail the worst thats gonna happen is you fall and hurt yerself...way better option the stayin in here...When you get to that window...donna hesitate...I know it gonna be scarry for you...but da time you waste worryin bout it is yer own...Why I helpin you? Cause yer my ticket outta dis life darlin...and I gonna do whatever it takes ta make sure you live ta properly thank fer this one of these days."

The young Andoran lady hestitates for a small moment, thinking back on past conversations, then slowly Nirema nods her head. She glances to the door, uncertainty touching her once more. Taking a deep breath she asks what seems to be one last question, "Just go, and don't stop until I am down the hall?" She's never done this sort of thing before, sneaking about Houses and the like.

NoFace nods. "Trust nobody if you find yerself alone with um. There are assins here disguised as servants or whatever...nobody ya here?" She moves forward removing a short throwing knife from her jacket which she hands to you. "For close encounters." NoFace pauses for a long moment...she goes to the door to listen. "No we donna go yet...we'll know da time when it comes...yer queeny is commin ta rescue you and yer family...I just hope she gets here in time."

Nirema gingerly takes the knife in her hand, looking at it as if she's never used one before - at least not to cut at anything but a piece of meat. She nods quietly, digesting the information being fed to her. "Trust no one," she repeats NoFace's words, "I understand." She waits as close to the door as possible, without being in the way of the other.

NoFace decides to make idle conversation while she waits...eyes noting your demenor and nervousness. "You ever been in trouble like dis before darlin?"

Nirema shakes her head silently, murmuring in a soft voice, "No... my father... and my brother, they have, but not I." She shifts faintly as she speaks of her family members long gone.

NoFace smiles from behind her mask. "Well now you'll be able to say that you knew what it was like at least once ta live life on da razors edge...Everybody does it at least once..."

"I would have preferred not to, personally." Nirema responds in a soft voice, not meeting NoFace's gaze.

NoFace says "yeah well...life isna bout what we prefer...."

"I know that all too well, Mistress..." Nirema's voice comes soft, and with an uncanny certainty that might chill bones. "Unfortunately, I cannot see my own fate being woven, so I will take what comes to me, when it does."

Meanwhile, outside of the Manor, the Queen and her men gather together in preparation to batter down the gate of Tiras Lorn. A small crowd has formed...

(LOGGED BY GENETTE)

Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn

This portion of the Inner City is filled with large structures of gleaming white stone, roofed in tiles of purple, red and azure. White walls divide small expanses of lush lawn, and golden domes and tall spires rise to the heavens.

Small crowds of finely-dressed citizens walk along the streets, some headed toward the Palace. The walkways and streets of the Inner City are kept clear of snow, but a coat of white blankets grassy areas and icicles hang from the eaves of buildings. White Lion Way, a narrow street paved in white stone, leads off to the southwest, and Crown of Roses Avenue, also paved in white stone, leads to the west.

Contents:
Argyle, Shalayne, Sasha, Marsell, Osbourne

Sasha jumps hearing her name, a big smile comes to here "Shalayne, good day I am happy someone is here I know. Do you know what is going on that so many would gather?"

Marsell stands at the edge of the crowd for a moment longer, then approaches Osbourne. "Say, Guardsman, may I ask what is happening here?"

Osbourne pulls at the edge of his hat, glancing towards another man, and nodding, then saying quietly, "Okay ... looks like everyone knows what's going on. Good luck." Turning as someone approaches, a faint smile plays over his face. "Well, sir, I really can't say ... but if you stick around for a bit longer, I'm almost certain you'll find out."

Shalayne looks around, eyes weighing the scene for a moment. "Well, seeing as this is House Hune's estate, I'd say that anything is possible. Seems I may find something interesting to sketch after all."

Sasha looks puzzled, "Remember I'm new, what does that mean, I that house a scary place or something." she says in an innocent voice.

Shalayne backs away from the crowd a little, in an attempt to get a better overall view of the scene. She gestures for Sasha to follow.

Marsell blinks, and eyes the rest of the soldiers for a moment before looking at Osbourne once more. He smiles slightly. "I cannot convince you to say, Guardsman? Very well." He takes a few steps backward into the croud and pauses, watching.

Sasha silently follows Shalayne but she is taking everything in as she does.

Shalayne pulls a sheet of paper from her pouch as she speaks to Sasha. "It is a long story, Sasha. But the Queen's Guards have been surrounding the House for some time now. Ever since Lady Rennar went missing and a body, presumably hers, was found." Finding a position by a wall, which gives her a good view of both the house and the crowd, she smoothes out her sheet of paper.

Aislynn comes up the gently-sloping hill from the west, following Crown of Roses Avenue.

Aeron comes up the gently-sloping hill from the west, following Crown of Roses Avenue.

Aislynn rides in, mounted upon a pure white stallion, leading a group of about 20 armed Queen's Guards. Aeron, the Queen's cousin, rides with the group, and they enter Crown of Roses Avenue at a full gallop.

Durnik comes up the gently-sloping hill from the west, following Crown of Roses Avenue.

Face going white, "A body, missing? Oh my" Sasha says in a shaky voice."Maybe this town is not so nice as I though it was." she is a bit upset.

Tiras Lorn is currently locked up tight. There is a wall aroud the place which you can scale if you have ladders, otherwise you will have to either get them to open or break down the main gate which is a very imposing looking steel rod monster type thing. There are of course guards on the other side of it who are mercenaries Jeffrin has hired to defend the house. Rightnow they are not aware of your presence as it is assumed that you will marshall your forces down the street so you can take the place by suprise"

Osbourne raises his right hand in a quick salute towards Durnik and the Queen, stiffening to attention, his bootheels coming together neatly with a faint clacking noise. His squad similarly straightens behind him.

The sickly looking Queen nods in recognition of Osbourne and his squad, leaning over to converse quietly with Aeron and Durnik, "They are unaware of our presence as of yet. I recommend we proceed by a more subtle route. Let us retire a bit down the street, and we shall rally our forces."

Shalayne pulls a stick of charcoal from her pouch and begins to hurridly sketch the scene on her sheet of paper. "Oh Caemlyn is a nice enough place. Just like everywhere else really, it has its share of unpleasant people."

Durnik nods, wheeling his horse around and following Aislynn.

Sasha shakes as she watches Shalayne draw, she seems unaware of her surroundings but..........

Aeron rides in with the Queen's group, escorting Aislynn along with the group of Queen's Guard. He listens to Aislynn's words and then looks to Durnik, making no sign of authority before the Captain-General gives his commands.

Aislynn nods to Durnik and Aeron, and spurs her mount to follow Durnik's a bit down the street.

Marsell watches the guardsmen move down the street, and begins to appear unsure if he should stick around.

Shalayne's had flies across the paper, as she attempts to capture the crowd before her gathered around the building. She pauses briefly to look up at Sasha. "Are you alright," she asks.

Once Durnik reaches a fair distance he dismounts quickly and moves towards the middle of the street to gain a better view of Tiras Lorn.

Aislynn follows suit, dismounting and handing the reins of her pure whit stallion to a Guard who takes them. She idly smoothes her skirts, and approaches close to Durnik, awaiting to hear what the plans are.

Sasha nods her eyes wide, "I..I am fff.fine"

Osbourne continues to stand with his squad down the street, now silent, making last-minute adjustments to their armor and equipment, their horses being tied up close by, and guarded by a separate squad. Weapons are quickly wiped, bootlaces tied, and last, quick drinks of water taken.

Shalayne's attention is back on her work, as she nods in response to Sasha, unaware of her wide-eyed look. She continues to sketch, completely focused on the task at hand.

Sasha watches Shalayne at her work but her years on the street taught her how to be safe and know what is going on around her even when it does not appear so.

Aeron remains mounted on his gray stallion, assessing the walls and buildings of Tiras Lorn from down the street. His horse shifts impatiently beneath him, but he stills the beast with an absent pat on the neck.

Before you stands the large wall which encircles the manor of House Hune. It is constructed of massive blocks of white stone, which at one time were highly polished. Now, you can begin to see cracks appearing, and moss growing in places. In the center of the wall is a heavy wooden gate. Even at its age, it still looks solid. On either side of the gate is the sigil for House Hune, on 6 foot tall shields permanently mounted on the wall.

Marsell continues to watch the small army down the street, and then glances at Tiras Lorn. He grins slightly, and takes a better position on the side of the road to watch the proceedings.

Osbourne quietly glances towards hissquad, making a quick inspection, making sure that each of his personnel are carrying appropriate equipment and weapons. Nodding absently, he falls into idle conversation with one of his squaddies, passing glances towards the walls.

Aislynn quietly awaits for Durnik's response.

Durnik turns back to Aislynn and speaks quietly with her.

Aeron appraises the street and the situation around Tiras Lorn, then dismounts and hands the reins to the nearest guardsman. Making his way over to the Queen and Captain-General, he halts and waits for a chance to speak.

Aislynn inclines her head politely to Aeron, and listens quietly to Durnik.

Durnik mutters to Aislynn, "It is... majesty.... ways... go... this...."

Aislynn speaks lowly to Aeron and Durnik, nodding to her Captian-General, "And what would those two ways be?"

Durnik looks back down the street at Tiras Lorn with a deep frown.

Durnik then looks back to Aislynn and Aeron.

Shalayne puts the finishing touches to the sketch she is working on, and quickly pulls out another blank sheet. Smoothing this out on top of the other, she turns her attention to the Queen and her Guards in the distance, hand beginning to draw, even as she studies them.

Durnik mutters to Aislynn, "Well, we could... an infiltration....or... overwhelm it."

Aislynn whispers urgently to Durnik and Aeron, gesturing with her slender, gloved hands.

Durnik keeps speaking low with Aeron and Aislynn. He turns to Aeron.

Aeron glances upward, studying the roofs of the manors adjacent to Tiras Lorn, and then speaks to Aislynn and Durnik.

Sasha watches Shalayne, "You are an artist? I wish I could draw."

Shalayne nods, no break in her concentration as she replies. "We all have a talent for something. It seems that drawing is mine."

Argyle siddles thru the crowd towards Shalayne. "Hello again Shalayne, we do keep bumping into each other, and....Sasha I do believe. My gaming os stones has no improved!"

Durnik listens to Aeron, then turns back to Aislynn. "

Aislynn nods to Durnik and Aeron.

Durnik sighs.

Shalayne looks up briefly to identify who is greeting her. "Ah yes. Good day again, Argyle," she says, her eyes back on her work before she has finished speaking.

Argyle says "How is the sketching going?"

Sasha smiles when she sees Agryle, then chuckles "I won the game I played with him" she says softly blushing lightly.

Shalayne nods, the charcoal in her hand scratching rapidly across the paper. "Very well indeed, Sir."

Argyle says "Oh well done! I am impressed. Remind me never to challange you to a game. So, what do think all the fuss is about. Doesnt seem to be much going on.""

Sasha blushes deeper and shrugs, "I still don't understand cept the part about the body." she manages to get out.

Durnik looks between Ais and Aeron interested in their reponses to his....dilema.

Argyle says "Body? What body. I thought this was all about tax evasion?"

Sasha shrugs, "Ask Shalayne she seems to know"

Aislynn bites her lip, looking vexed...and slightly perplexed. Finally, she says, as if make a fatal pronouncement, "Let the Guard ready the battering ram. The Gate can be battered down. We have no time, Lord Captian-Commander." Aislynn speaks lowly, and unless you are in her direct vicinity, she remains unheard by the crowd at large.

Argyle turns to shalayne. "Shalayne, whats all this about a body?"

Shalayne speaks without looking up from her work. "I would say that the Queen's Guard are about to mount a rescue of those trapped within the House. Lord Jeffrin appears to be commonly held as the source of all the trouble. After Lady Rennar's engagement, she went missing, a body being found some time later."

Aeron scratches his jaw, still contemplating the manor down the street. He speaks to Aislynn and Durnik again, though not with any great enthusiasm.

Argyle says "Oh"

Sasha nods happily, "See she said it again, a body." Sasha grins

Argyle frowns. "Hmm, I thought Camlyn was supposed to be a nice respectable area."

Sasha looks at Argyle "I thought so too, maybe I will go to Tar Valon with Master Darius."

Shalayne pauses from her sketching for a moment to look up at the windows of Tiras Lorn, a mixture of concern and puzzlement in her eyes. She gives a small sigh and returns to her work.

Argyle says "Tar Valon. Are you leaving us?"

Osbourne continues to quietly converse with the other guards, giving a faint sigh, and removing his hat for a moment, fanning himself. He shoots a glance back up towards where the Queen and Assorted Officers are, then towards his squad, absently turning his hat over in his hands.

Durnik watches Aislynn a long hard moment...finally he nods, looks to Aeron briefly, then turns and starts issuing orders curtly, but quietly.

Several passersby, when they walk down the street, stop and gawk at the Queen's Guard massing together. A few drop their shopping packages, stunned expressions on their faces when they see the Queen at the head of the group. Quiet murmurings start up almost instantly as they gather their belongings, some of them looking toward House Hune as if the gossip surrounding that building has never stopped.

The Guard column leap into action as Durnik issues orders.

Aislynn gives Durnik an unreadable look, uncertainty still in her eyes. She seems resolved to her course of action, however, and mounts her stallion once again, listening to the orders her Captain-General gives, and begins trotting back toward Tiras Lorn, several mounted Guards following her.

Durnik points to the rooftops to either side of Tiras Lorn, and archers begin running.

Sasha shrugs, "Master Darius keeps wanting me to go to Tar Valon but I don't know is to long a way." Jumps as she catches all the action starting her hand instinctivly at the ready by her dagger.

Shalayne sensing imminent activity, Shalayne pulls yet another sheet of paper from her pouch and pauses, charcoal hovering inches above its surface.

Those within Tiras Lorn seem blissfully unaware that anything is happening

Argyle turns towards the action, "I wish I had a big box to hide in."

Upon riding toward the Gate of Tiras Lorn, Aislynn spies Shalayne, and her eyes widen slightly. She offers the young woman a nod.

Noticing that something is finally happening, Marsell stops lounging against a wall and stands straight.

Shalayne catches the Queen's nod and cutseys quickly as she rides past, hand still in motion on the paper.

Sasha steps behind Argyle and peers around him, hanging on for safety, turning to Shalayne she innocently comments, "you carry lots of paper." her attention goes back to the wall.

Some of the passersby bow and curtsey to the Queen as she rides through the street, scrambling to get out of her way and that of the guard. A look of confused awe resounds in their features. There's a few startled murmurings between the women of the group, as one of them points to the large battering ram being carried by the Queen's orders.

Argyle says "Er, okay. Yes, goos idea, stay behind me for safty." Argyle looks around for someone big, that he can stand behind."

Shalayne chuckles dryly. "Fortunately I do," she replies to Sasha, as she observes the latest developments.

Aeron mounts and guides his gray stallion after the Queen, hovering near her protectively despite the personal guard around her, and her own well-known abilities. Most of his attention is on Tiras Lorn, and the soldiers now moving around the estate.

Sasha tugging at Argyles clothing, "Who is that fancy lady on the big white horse?" here eyes wide.

The young Queen stops herself directly in front of the large gates leading into the courtyard of Tiras Lorn, perhaps a hundred paces in front of them. A group of armed Guards arrays itself out directly behind her. She closes her eyes for a moment, lifting her hands slightly in front of her, her fingers twitching idly. After a silent moment, she looks up to see if the Guards have the battering ram ready, and looks to Durnik, as if awaiting his final approval. Her expression says, "I've already pushed matters to their limit, why not just break them all to hell at this point?"

Argyle stares at the fancy lady. "Hmmmm... I think its the queen, but I could be wrong."

Osbourne stops as he sees people moving into position, and quickly jams his hat back onto his head. His squad forms up, and heads towards the gates, remaining near the rear, their hands resting casually on their swords, faces oddly blank as they stare at the doors.

The guy in the gate house seems to finally begin to get a clue. he steps out and has a look around...spotting the battering ram and seeing the scrambling around. he turns round and runs off to raise the alarm to the rest of the house guard.

The men with the battering ram rush forward to charge the gates.

Aislynn raises a gloved hand, and makes a throwing gesture toward the gates. It is as if all of the breezes lingering in this area are sucked into one flow, directed for a violent purpose. A huge *crack* resounds throughout the area, echoing against the fine buldings of Crown of Roses Avenue. A sound of wrenching metal can also be heard, and the gates start to sag, although they are not opened yet. Aislynn sags in her saddle a bit, and gestures for the battering ram to begin its business.

Sasha shakes and hangs on tightly to Argyle, nearly closing her eyes.

A flood of little guards comes scurrying out of the the manor house like ants out of an ant hive. Scurrying to take up their positions at the gate and along the wall

Argyle says "Ow, carefull, youre hurting my arm..""

Sasha pulls her hands away and covers her ears.

Argyle stands on his tippitoes so he can see over the crowd.

The mercenaries waste no time...not sure what to do but sure all hell breaks loose if that gate opens. They immediately move the large wodden brakes into place as they see the gate starting to buckle under the unseen force

Shalayne watches wide-eyed as the Queen channels, and the battering ram finishes the job. Shaking her head quickly as if to clear it, she begins to sketch the scene. "Yes, that is indeed Queen Aislynn," she confirms for Sasha and Argyle.

A large group of guards rush forward with ladders, as Durnik lowers his hand towards Tiras Lorn. At the same time, the archers in position on the rooftops begin losing their arrows down on all the mercenaries who have rushed into the yard.

Near the Queen, Aeron's horse shies back from whatever it was that cracked the gate, and the young lord spends a second calming the beast. He scowls at the scene of impending battle before the gate, then spurs his mount closer to the Queen, leaning over to speak to her.

Aislynn leans closer to Aeron, listening to what it is he's saying, but her glacial eyes are glued to the gates, awaiting their breaching.

Two of the merc gaurds fall dead as arrows rain down upon them and another three are wounded...That only leaves about six or so. They were clearly unprepared for anything like this. Those that were bracing up the gate rush for shelter as arrows begin falling leaving the wooden brackes to hold on their own. What a disorganized mess. Jefrrin did not pick um very well clearly.

Aeron mutters to Aislynn, "Andor needs a healthy... well trained.... should... strength."

Durnik's guards slam the battering ram against the gates once more.

Roe walks in, looking around the street with a simple smile worn on his face. He knudges a passerbyer, "Wot's goin' on?"

And then the Cavalry arrives! Minus the music and the fanfare, the Whitecloaks arrive quickly, Lord Captain Inarin at their head.

As she listens for her Cousins words, Aislynn notes the commotion and disorganization. Small fireballs streak from her fingers, zipping through the air, not headed toward anyone in intent to harm, simply to cause terror and confusion. She shakes her head at Aeron, murmuring, "Rennar is my -friend-, Cousin. Bea easy. I will be well." The fireballs cease and she begins spurring her horse toward the gates.

Sasha whispers to Argyle "those funny men in white are here again." she begins to shake.

The fireballs do indeed cause panic...just as the arrows do. As the guards break and run towards the house, the gates do indeed proceed to literally collapse on their hinges...It was a good little gate but it's gone now

A few of the Whitecloaks spot the Power-Created fireballs and, well, stare and look distinctly uncomfortable being so close to a Tar Valon Witch...even if she is a purty one and the Queen.

Shalayne spares a quick look of amazement for the balls of flame which streak through the air. Then her attention is drawn to the Whitecloacks and she begins to add them to her picture.

Sasha goes pale, "What is that Fancy lady doing? Her fingers....." she cannot finish.

After speaking to Aislynn and hearing her reply, Aeron grimaces to himself and kicks his own horse forward, dutifully remaining beside the Queen as she heads for the gates. His grim gaze takes in the soldiers working the battering ram, and then scans the walls and the windows of the estate.

Heedless of danger, Aislynn spurs her stallion to a gallop and races through the defunct gates. Gotta love those Greens.

Aislynn pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

Osbourne follows along, now mounting and following towards the gates, sabers out, and held along the ridge of the shoulder, sharp edge outwards. Left hands hold reins, as they urge their horses towards the gates in a slow pace, then increase their pace as a Queen decides to go racing through the gates, sabers now moving forward towards a position which would be better accustomed to stabbing people.

Durnik lowers his sword and the entire battalion of men race forward to secure the compound.

Durnik pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

Osbourne pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

Aeron glares angrily at Aislynn's back as the Queen gallops forward, and then his horse is off after her, along with the guardsmen who were her escort, all struggling to pass through the gate at once and stay with Aislynn.

Aeron pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

Inarin pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

Sasha mutters and begins to move with the crowd. "Lets go you can get a better picture Sha."

Taps his chin, and curiosiity getting the betterof him, he head for the gate.

Roe heads over to Lt. Danforth, "Whats goin' on round here?"

Meanwhile, back in the Manor, NoFace and Rennar prepare to move just as the Queen batters down the gates....

(LOGGED BY RENNAR)

NoFace says "Yeah well...somethin's commin real quick like I think...Hope yer ready for it"

Nirema studies NoFace quietly for a moment, "I am as ready as I ever will be, Light protect me." She sighs gently, fists clenching and unclenching, "Particularly if it gets me out of my uncles clutches."

NoFace suddenly straightens as a loud crashing sound can be heard. "They're hitting da gate....get ready darlin cause its almost show time."

A brief nod answers NoFace's words, and Nirema looks about as ready as she can get, nervously shifting positions on her feet as she looks at the door expectantly.

NoFace opens up the door and sticks her head out to see what is happening. A large amount of yelling can be heard within the manor house...

"Is it time to go now...?" Nirema speaks with a bit of nervous urgency.

NoFace nods beckoning you with a hand as she heads out first

NoFace opens the door and walks into the Hallway.

You open the door and walk into the Hallway.

Upstairs Hallway: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You stand in the upstairs hallway. The walls here are also of white stone, and the floor is of white marble tiles. The ceiling has stuccoed geometric designs on it, and banners hang along the walls at various spots. Wooden doors, painted white, lead off the hallway into personal rooms, and one leads off to the servant's hallway. Another door leads into the nursery where the younger girls have their rooms. At the one end of the hall is the staircase leading down to the main floor.

Contents:
NoFace

Nirema quickly follows behind NoFace, not about to let her precious little time lapse into nothingness and idleness.

NoFace moves quickly down the hallway stopping every so often to peer down a connecting hall or around a corner. The place seems...horribly quiet all the sudden. You could almost hear a pin drop.

NoFace points down a long ajoining hallway. "Go for Leylia's room."

Without hesitation, Rennar moves toward the room indicated, her feet moving as quickly and as noiselessly as possible under the circumstances.

Leylia's Apartments: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

The Sitting Room area of Leylia's apartments is quite spacious and gives a light and airy feeling to the room. The generally color scheme of the room has generally earthy tones to make one feel more at home and at ease. Several chairs and large pillows are spread out to seat several people comfortably in whatever position they might choose, whether they prefer straight-backed chairs or lounging on the various rugs spread about the floors. A fireplace dominates one part of the room and provides warmth in the winter. Several tapestries adorn the walls that depicts various moments in history for Andor at large and House Hune as well. A pair of large, twin windows across from the entry into the chambers let's in a liberal amount of light so that the room is nearly flooded. A couple of tables have some papers strown on top of them with half open books near them. A desk placed against another wall has a ready supply of papers and a quill. At the far end of the room is a door that leads back into her private bedchambers.

NoFace comes in behind you carrying yet another bundel, this one being a coiled rope which she immediately begins unfolding...knowing very well what she is doing. "open up da window."

It does not take long for Nirema to walk across the spanse of the room and get window. Immediately she opens it, then steps away so that NoFace can work as needed.

The window is at the back of the house so no guards visible yet...She works quickly, tying one end to a bed post and making certain it is secure. "How does it look out there?"

Nirema peers cautiously out the window, "There does not seem to be anyone out there, yet..." She comments, her brow knitting together in worry.

NoFace takes a set of gloves out of his pocket and throws um to Nirema. "Put um on...will help with the rope."

Not arguing with the person who 'seems' to be helping her, Nirema puts the gloves on as instructed, glancing doubtfully at the rope.

NoFace suddenly stops as she hears something...the lock on the door...it's being picked...very quietly and very quickly. NoFace quickly draws a dagger and moves to a spot behind the door. She looks to you. "Get down."

Nirema nods her head a bit, not needing to be told twice. She gets to the window and starts to climb out, having a small bit of difficulty doing so. Once she gets a more certain hold of the rope, she attempts to scale her way down the House, using the vines, rope and any other holds available to her.

The door opens and a servant steps in...a servant that is quickly greeted with a knife to the throat...Nirema is already outside and thusly would not see...and NoFace is taking no chances. Too bad the assassin was using said servant as a shield, pushing him in first just in case something like that was waiting for him

Carefully, Nirema makes her way down the wall, going down not as hard as she thought it would be. She pauses briefly on a balcony below her cousin's room, then stops. Her eyes widen as she realizes just /where/ she's stopped. She hesitates just a few brief seconds here, then without wasting time glances down to how much farther she needs to go. The incredible height causes her to stand back on the balcony a bit to catch her breath. She takes her time in doing that, however fear of her uncle and what he might do should he stir seems to take care of any response she might have to the fear gripping her about falling. Hesitantly, relucantly, she starts down the rope once more, taking her time, yet trying to rush as much as she humanly can without any experience in this sort of thing.

NoFace finds herself standing face to face with the most notorious assassin in all of Murandy...He looks the part to, dressed in a very similar manner to NoFace actually. Both draw knives and both immediately go a one another...NYou can hear them fighting now, things being banged around in the room...grunts...thumping sounds...

The scuffling sound abruptly stops and suddenly you see the assasin lean out the window and look down at you...What an evil smile he must have beneath that silk mask of his as he reaches out with his knife and slowly begins cutting the rope you are hanging on

Nirema looks up just as the Assassin looks down at her, briefly their eyes locking. Horrified, she looks about for various handholds, then quickly grabs for the balcony, abandoning the rope for it. Her feet dangle below her precariously as she tries to get a hold, body slightly cornered by the wall and the small structure she was just standing on.

The rope is cut and falls past you just as you grab onto the balcany. The assasin grunts and proceeds to climb out over the window, intent on comming after you

Not about to waste any more time where she is, Nirema reaches out for the various vines and things about her. She gets a precarious hand hold and starts to climb her way down in that fashion, slipping part of the way as she moves downward. Obviously, she does not have the same speed as the 'assassin' itself, however fear drives her to do what is most needed.

The assasin gets to the balcony in short order. He just kind of looks down at you now ith that sick smile of his as he removes a throwing dagger from a pocket. "You feelin lucky today lady?"

Spying the dagger, Nirema's eyes widen brightly. She quickly glances down at how much further she has to go, looking as if she's calculating the distance she still has to go. She continues to quickly scramble down the vines, with nothing more for her to do. At least there's not too much further to go, where would kill her, possibly, when she was near the balcony. Any damage taken from a fall would likely be trivial.

The assasin raises the knife over his head taking ain at you. He's one of those sorts that doesn't miss. Just as he snaps the arm back to let the waepon fly he is hit over the head by NoFace who has risked jumping from Leylia's room down to Jeffrin's balcony. The assasin and NoFace go down and once again you can hear the sounds of struggling...you should be able to make it to safe jumping distance though

Nirema continues to scramble down the vines, slipping and falling where her hold is not so certain. She only looks up once, a frantic look in her eyes, then jumps the rest of the way down. She lands with an oofing sound, however seems to be alright, no worse for wear. As soon as she gets to the bottom she starts to run around the side of the house, or at least attempt to.

She runs smack dab into a number of the Queen's guard who were making their way around to find an entrance. They comman you to halt weapons drawn. They are not sure if you are friend or foe. They suddenly look to Jeffrin's balcany as the sound of a woman screaming in pain can be heard...then another scream. Someone is getting the hell beaten out of them...

Relief, and a twinge of fear, passes over Nirema's eyes. However, seeing the weapons drawn she simply raises her hands to show she means no harm, standing as still as possible. She flinches as she hears the screams of a woman, "Please... help her...?" She speaks softly, keeping her eyes lowered, her face smeared and smudged with dirt.

The guards look up to the window dubiously. They got now way to get up there. "Come with us..." They quickly head back around to the main entrance.

Meanwhile, within the gates of Tiras Lorn, the party who just battered down the gates set about finding a way into the Manor itself...

(LOGGED BY GENETTE)

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Contents:
Inarin, Aeron, Aislynn, Osbourne, Durnik

Marsell pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

The Children of the Light also pour through, eyeing the surrendering fellows. Inarin peers towards the house, then around him. His men are ready and rigid with their discipline, something anyone with a trained eye can see.

Sasha pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Osbourne dismounts as well, since everyone else seems to be, and horses just aren't going to fit inside. Still, sabers are carried at the shoulder, ready in case of an attack, horses lead in their other hands.

Durnik disengages himself as his men charge the manor and he storms over to Inarin. "What are you doing here!? This is a Guard matter!

Marsell walks in, curiosity getting the better of him. Taking a quick glance around the courtyard, he grimaces at a corpse lying near him.

Aislynn strides over to Durnik, murmuring, "What now? It is time to move with more force. Those inside now know that we have breached their first defenses..." She is cut off as Durnik yells at Inarin, the young Queen following behind her Captian-General.

Sweet confusion....the house seems oddly quiet now...too quiet.

Shalayne pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Aeron reins in beside Aislynn, looking back over his shoulder at the Queen's Guard that stream in, and scowling as he notes the white cloaked riders entering as well. A scowl is all he has time for before he notes the Queen striding off to join Durnik, and confront the Children of the Light. With a grunt Aeron swings his horse around, and starts barking orders at the nearest Andoran soldiers, apparently expecting to be obeyed, "You there! Get your men around the house and enter any way you can! And get that battering ram up here, now!"

Aislynn shakes her head, striding off away from the two bull-headed men, muttering darkly under her breath. She then nods at Aeron, with approval, and awaits near the front door, lightly clutching her skirts.

The other Children marshall around their Lord Captain who speaks to Durnik. "We have every reason to be here, as well." He gestures at the house, "We have reason to believe that your men could be walking into a trap, a trap very similar to the one that was laid out at the warehouse. There are assassins in there, and we intend to help find them. Guard matter or no. We're here to save lives."

You all will find all the points of entry locked of course. That does not mean that they can't be beaten down or what not. Windows can be smashed in and all that good stuff

Osbourne glances towards the door, then quietly mutters something to his other men, who follow him in mounting up once more. Following his hand signals, they withdraw a bit, allowing the infantry to do their work, but standing by, should anyone attempt an escape.

Durnik's men know what they are about and rush headlong towards the door with the battering ram.

The large oak door is not nearly as strong as the big gate was. The Second hit takes the thing off its hinges opening the main door for entry

Shalayne steps off to one side attempting to remain unnoticed amongst the general confusion. Spotting Sasha, she gives her a nod, as she unrolls her paper again.

Sasha stands deathly still blending into the backgournd and watches unnoticed.

Durnik looks to Inarin and curses. "I will deal with you later." And with that he charges in after his men.

The guards surge forward right after the door explodes inwards, giving the defenders no time to regroup, and hopingly leaving them mildly stunned from the bashing. Cavalry circles about the house, ready to cut off and intercept any escapers, while archers rake any windows with arrow fire, supressing any defenders.

Osbourne climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Durnik climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Sasha watching every move, the moment she gets a chance she slips silently into the manor using the building itself as cover

Inarin's men also head into the house, but likely through a different door then the Guards so as not to interrfere with their attack.

Inarin climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Aeron climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Sasha climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

Contents:
Sasha, Aeron, Inarin, Durnik, Osbourne

Aeron remains near Aislynn, doing his best to persuade the Queen not to go charging headlong into the battle.

Inarin's men also come in, really. He glances back towards Aeron and the Queen, but then looks for the stairs down. "The only place it can be is the cellar. We'll go there." He nods.

The men break into squads, weapons out and ready as they race through the accessible areas, waiting to make contact with anyone who's going to offer resistance. Any resistance found, is met, and if it's too much, causes the guards to withdraw and link up with another squad.

Several guards, however, remain by the staircase, watching it warily. "Is there any other way up?" One guard asks another, receiving a shake of the head in response. Heads turn to study windows, large open areas ...

A number of house servants...all of them men come running out in confusion...and immediately proceed to surrender. They seem horrified by something

It certainly does seem the stairs are the only way up. There are a number of servants up there. One of which comes rushing down the stairs towards the guard in a panic...a woman likely one of the house maids

The guards near the stairs have their swords drawn, and aren't really inclined to take any chances. "Halt!" One shouts towards the woman. "Move slowly, keep your hands in plain sight!"

The Children start pushing their way down towards the cellar, swords drawn, their boots thunkin heavily on the wooden stairs.

The woman does indeed halt and proceed to move slowly. She still comes towards you, as do a number of the house maids comming down the stairs. For some reason they seem to have a genuine desire to get down from there

Squads return from the securing of the first floor, and the squads standing near the stairs then turn and move up them, followed, not so closely, by a third and a fourth.

Aeron's attempt to 'persuade' Aislynn ends with the Queen apparently waving him away, and he steps clear of the guards around her. Taking a moment to assess the situation in the entrance hall, Aeron moves towards the nearest servants, and addresses the eldest. "You! Where is Jeffrin Hune and Lady Rennar?"

Suddenly there is a loud scream as one of the maids falls against the banister and falls over the side with an arrow in her back. A moment later a cloacked figure with a crossbow appears there momentarily, takes aim and kills another one of the servants. Quickly he is out of sight though...

The Children come back up the stairs after a few moments and two guards are posted at the doors to the cellar. "Keep watch onit. Don't let anyone pass." He turns and heads over to join the city guards.

One of the paniced servants who made it down answers aeron. "He was in his study upstairs!"

Caught on a stairway, with a single man armed with a crossbow at the top -- well, the only way's up. The squads attempt for sheer speed, knowing the reload rate of a crossbow is slow, and redouble their efforts, bounding upwards, taking the stairs two stepsat a time, swords outwards, and ready for action.

Sasha crouches low against the wall, mostly hidden by a long curtain she is near invisible to the others in the room.

That would be a good theory if there were indeed only one...However there is more than one up there. They near the top in time to see a very large man in servants garb overturn an oak table in front of the stairway. He must be very strong as it is a big sturdy table. As he is doing this, the man with the crossbow reaches around a corner and halus out a basket of bottles with rags in them. He removes one, quicly lights it using a nearby torch and lobs it at the first of the oncomming guards...who finds out the hard way as it shatters all over him, the man behind him and the stairs in general, that it is full of lamp oil which proceeds to ignite when the burning rag hits it.

Aeron flinches at the sound of the crossbow firing, then looks over towards the stairs in time to see the charge of guardsmen going up, past the bodies of the two servants. He watches grimly, then glances around in search of officers.

Durnik stands in the middle of the room issuing orders back and forth....

Well, seeing as how there's onle one staircase and the Children are trapped behind the guardsman trying to force their way up, Inarin looks towards his men and then up the stairs towards the overturned oak table.

The man at the head of the stairs lets out a scream as his whole body seems to catch fire. The one behind him finds himself in a similar situation. Both men panic One loosing his balance and falling backwards into the rush of oncomming guards. The other rolls around trying to put himself out and only making it worse. Another bottle goes flying towards the oncomming guards...and then another.....one bursting at their feet, the other on the wall over the heads raining the burning oil down over their heads

Durnik curses and rushes to a nearby guard and orders a torch to be brought.

The stair well fills with fire and smoke as burning oil seems to coat every surface. Once again the sound of a screaming servant can be heard up stairs.

Aeron makes his way over towards Durnik, raising his voice to be heard over the yelling the entrance hall and stairway, "Captain-General! Perhaps a squad could force their way up, with archers in support and holding the dining room table over their heads as a shield!"

This is getting bad for the first squad on those stairs. Both assasins now rise above the table take aim with freshly loaded crossbows and fire...their aim very good of course.

Durnik nods to Aeron even as the torches are brought to him. "Exactly what I had in mind Captain...with a twist." He smiles evilly and yanks a nearby archer to him, and hands him one of the torches. "Wrap cloth around the end of your arrow guard and light it. Then lob a few arrows up there." He turns and points to the upstairs area. "And make sure they fall behind their barricade!" He calls out as the archer goes running.

Aeron nods grimly to Durnik and steps back, getting out of the way as the Captain-General orders his men.

Durnik turns to Aeron. "We'll use their trick against them, and once they are burned out...." He looks upstairs, "We'll move in with shields and tables and anything else it takes to cross those fires!"

A hissing sound ensues as several arrows are lobbed upstairs, trying to make it over the barricade and into the midst of the assassins....hoping to find some stray oil.

Assasins do not leave stray oil...they're like super intelligent. that must be why you have to app to play one...Some arrows go over, some thump into the table which abruptly catches fire, but the assassins do not seem phased...not that you would know if they were. Another arrow comes flying from behind that table at the now retreating squad og guards

Durnik hmms slightly then curses as nothing happens. Next he calls a LT over to him. "Lieutenant take as many swordsman as you can fit on those stairs, rank upon rank, and send them charging, and make sure they have shields!"

Several swordsman form ranks to charge up the stairs using their longshields as cover and basically forming a Roman Phalanx/Turtle

Durnik yells...CHARGE! The Phalanx starts moving at the same time Durnik's archers start shooting arrows at the barricade and over it and around it at random for cover fire.

The assasins abandon their current method of defense. The 2 of them stand up hoisting the massive circular table up and rolling it down the stairs at the oncomming formation of soldiers. That oughts slow um down...only trouble is...one of the assasins seems momentarily in plain view...

Smack! One of the assisins takes an arrow square in the chest and falls over the balcany. That's gotta hurt

Being that the entire table is not circular it is horribly off balance...and after a good couple of rolls it ends up lobbing off to one side and lodging itself on the stairwell between the Phalanx and the assassin's.....something to climb over, but nothing more...though it will take a moment to get past the large object.

The remaining assasin takes aim at the first of the men climbing over the table and lets his arrow fly and then quickly proceeds to scamper down the hallway

Aeron moves over to the foot of the stairs, staying clear of the path of the attack, and observes the charge with a solemn, grimacing calm. He exhales a relieved breath when, despite the carnage and death, the first of the swordsman begin to reach the barricade at the top.

Another arrow races towards said swordsman, but this one thuds into one of their shields harmlessly. A shout is heard from the assasin in the hall, obviously a bit frantic now. Those that are up there can now see that he has a hostage...another one of the maids that had been hiding. the guy has aknife to her throat..what will you all do? Hmm?

Sasha remains still even with the stench of smoke in the air, safely hidden behind the curtain where she can watch what is going on.

Kane enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

The second wave of guardsmen rush up the stairs, moving to reinforce those who have taken the barricade and unblocking the top of the stairs. More follow, some using rugs and tapestries to try to smother the fires as best they can. A young Lieutenant takes charge at the top, calling on the Assassin, "Surrender to the Queen's justice! There's no escape!"

"The hell you say! I got yer justice right here...back down or I kill this woman!"

Enter Nirema, aka Rennar unto the scene, escorted by the Queen's Guards...

(LOGGED BY RENNAR)

Nirema is escorted into the manor by several of the Queen's Guards. There is fear brimming in her eyes, yet relief as well. She allows herself to be easily lead, the dirt and grime, and smells seeming to stench the area about her. In fact, the only thing clean about her seems to be the set of clothing that she is wearing.

The young officer wavers, but an older sergeant waves guardsmen on, sending them to areas of the upper floor that might be reached without going nearer to the assassin and his captive. Finally the Lieutenant, catching a whiff of singed hair and cooked flesh from the stairs, sets his jaw and barks at the assassin, "You'll be killed, with or without the servant unless you give up now!"

The assasin begins backing down. he's paniced now, figuring he's gone either way...he holds the knife to the whimpering woman's throat a little closer. "Get back!"

Embolded by the note of panic and still under the heat of battle, the young officer takes a step forward, and orders the assassin, "Surrender now!" Perhaps a fatal mistake for the unfortunate captive.

The guy's not gonna surrendur...but for some reason he doesn't kill the woman either...You gonna keep barking at him, or you gonna do somethin?

A figure in black moves through the smoke, little more than a shadow, but a passing glance might catch a glimps of yellow eyes piercing the smoke.

Osbourne has disconnected.

The captain of the foot receives the report from the guardsman who had escorted Nirema in, and immediately waves another squad of soldiers up the stairs, "Fighting on the balcony in the back of the house! Follow me!" With that they all rush up the steps, past the soldiers still trying to put out the flames.

At the top of the stairs, the young officer edges closer to the assassin and his captive, waving his drawn sword to beckon his men forward as well. Apparently he's decided the man will surrender, and lowers his voice, still trying to sound in charge, and almost managing it, "Drop the dagger. Let the woman go." As the assassin continues to be indecisive, the lieutenant reaches towards the man's wrist, and the knife.

The lieutenant will have to live with his decision as the assassin grits his teeth and proceeds to slit the womans throat in one clean swipe. Wasting not a moment he learches at the lieutenant knife going for the man's throat.

A gasp escapes Nirema's lips as she watches the woman get slain. Her eyes widen and one of her grimy hands goes to her lips. Disturbed, she is, by the actions before her, face growing paler and paler by the minute. She backs herself against the wall, but that is all she does under the watchful eye of the Queen's Guards.

The young officer's regret last a few seconds, as his strangled cry of fury is cut short by the assassins blade, and he flops to the ground clutching his throat. The sergeant and the soldiers behind him are quicker, and three swords strike at the black-cloaked figure even as their leader topples to the floor.

The assasin crumples, his blood quickly spilling out onto the floor along with the maid's

Kane shakes his head, tsking softly. He remains mostly cloaked in thethickening smoke, watching the bloodshed dispassionately a s the flames lick higher, possibly already beyond any nhope of control. Seeming casual of tone, he comments to one of the Guardsman tending Nirema, just in earshot, "Might want to think about ordering a bucket brigade at some point, or we're all going to die here."

The grizzled old sergeant crouches beside the young lieutenant, then next to the maid, and looks up at his men with a stoic shake of his head. One of the soldiers stabs the down assassin again, and then the sergeant orders them, "Search the upstairs. And take prisoners, burn you!" The squad rushing up and the one at the top both set off into the rooms above.

Tears seem to stream down Nirema's dirtied features, smudging those traces of dust that seem to have been plastered there for ages. She hugs herself tightly, observing the damage about her, both to the House and those slain. She dares not speak, unable to find her tongue anyway, for fear she may sound like some sort of raving lunatic.

With the assassins finally dealt with and the stairs clear, the fire does indeed register on the guardsmen downstairs. An officer, coincidentally within earshot of Kane, begins to organize his men to form a bucket line. Weapons are hurriedly sheathed, and men rush off towards the well, and the kitchens.

Yet more guardsmen, seeing to the smoke of the fire, arrive outside the manor and assist in the fire fighting, and keeping the gathering crowd back from the house and grounds. The search parties upstairs begin to return, escorting a group of frightened servants and members of the household.

Satira appears at the top of the stairs, frightened and weary but seemingly unharmed. She is escorted by Chade.

Kane nods to mimeslf as the bucket line begins to form, then drifts through the flames and smoke like a golden-eyed spectre. He makes his way up the staris, threading through the guards and servants without further comment, his already grim exppression made grimmer by the soot streeaking his face.

Nirema watches quietly as each servant, each person working for the manor is brought downstairs. For some, her eyes narrow darkly, taking in those people, who in the past might have abused her, called her names, or simply berated her. However, she remains where she stands, pressing her lips together tiredly.

Aeron is amongst the knot of guardsmen who have never stirred in the fighting, all detailed to guard the Queen. As Aislynn and the guards move outside, Aeron detaches from the group and goes to have a few words with Durnik before heading for the stairs himself.

Aeron climbs the staircase to the second floor and leaves your sight.

Kane climbs the staircase to the second floor and leaves your sight.

The group of guards watching over Nirema escorts her and some of the other servants outside, filing them into a place where they can be better watched. Reluctantly, Nirema leaves, seeming to want to linger inside the House, her eyes dully scanning the room.

Meanwhile, upstairs Aeron and Kane do some snooping of their own to see if the Guards got everyone out of the House...

(LOGGED BY GENETTE)

Upstairs Hallway: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You stand in the upstairs hallway. The walls here are also of white stone, and the floor is of white marble tiles. The ceiling has stuccoed geometric designs on it, and banners hang along the walls at various spots. Wooden doors, painted white, lead off the hallway into personal rooms, and one leads off to the servant's hallway. Another door leads into the nursery where the younger girls have their rooms. At the one end of the hall is the staircase leading down to the main floor.

Contents:
Kane, Aeron, Servant_Girl

Servant_Girl has just come out of Jeffrin's room. She is slowly but surely making her way towards the stairs, barely able to stand and leaning against the wall of the hallway. A steady stream of blood is left on the wall behind he as she goes.

Kane drifts down the hall wordlessly, offering only a passing glance at the wounded girl. He pauses on occasion, primarily at doorways, sniffing the air. More often than not, he wrinkles his nose, probably at the odor of smoke and char.

Servant_Girl stumbles forward clutching her shoulder now. She's trying to get to the stair way but looks suspiciously like she's not going to make it...the trail of blood on the wall she is leaning on grows steadily larger and her body slumps towards the floor more and more with every step

Aeron climbs the stairs, ducking quickly past the fire and coughing smoke until he makes it to a relatively clear section of the landing. He stops to have a word with two of the soldiers upstairs, and all three look askance at Kane as the man slips past. Their challenges to the unknown man are interrupted by the sight of a staggering servant girl, and Aeron steps towards the woman, waving the two soldiers after, "Give a hand here."

The woman collapses into the arms of the 2 soldiers as they step up to her. She seems quite unable to do much more on her own power. She does manage a few words..."Assassin...Jeffrin's room...managed to leave...stop before gets away..."

Kane doesn't even glance back, obviously unconcerned with the guards and their inturrupted challenges, and as for the girl, either he is confident that the guards will see to her, or he simply doesn't care. He continues his summary investigation until he finds a door he seems to approve of and checks the catch.

Aeron grimaces to himself, and tells the guards, "Blood and bloody ashes! Get this woman downstairs, and send some more men up here." Again, he apparently expects to be obeyed, and he moves foward, following the trail of blood along the wall towards the room the woman left.

Kane slips into the room he selected, which jus happens to be the one the blood trail ends at. He is taking his sweet time, so Aeron is likely only a step or two behind as he enters, making no move to draw his weapon.

Aeron slows to let the unknown man go ahead of him, in any case. He himself pauses by the door, quietly drawing his sword and scowling unhappily to himself. Then he takes a deep breath and then slips into the room, sword raised before him.

And the two of you are greated by the errie sound of silence and the scene of a fight fought and finished long before you got there

Kane circles the room cautiously, yet causually at the same time, casting the unconcious form ony a momentary glane, then inspecting the room, wrinking his nose as if at a distasteful scent.

Aeron's dark blue eyes sweep the room, then fix on the cloaked Kane. "Who in the Light are you?" he demands, remaining in a guarded position near the door.

Kane glances at the other man as if just noticing him, "Kane Barydar."

Kane says "And you?"

Aeron's brows knit together, still looking a bit dubious, "Of House Barydar?" Then he gives a neutral grunt and supplies his own name, "Aeron Versyr. Looks like we can skip pleasantries, given the circumstances." He slowly sheathes his sword.

Kane ahs, "The Queen's House. Yes, of House Barydar." He glances around once more, then tucks his thumbs behind his belt, "So who gets the pleasure of kicking him down the stairs?"

Aeron scowls at the unconcious Jeffrin, then steps towards the prone figure and gives it a non-too-gentle prod with the toe of his boot, "I'll see him down to the guard." Looking up he asks Kane, "What brought you here?"

Kane shrugs, absently walking over to inspect the door, "Business for the Queen." He pushes the door partway closed, then scratches his chin, "Interesting."

Aeron still seems skeptical, but glances over at the mark Kane reveals on the door. "Recognize it?" he asks while bending down to make doubly sure that Jeffrin Hune is indeed unconcious.

Kane shakes his head, "Perhaps a callin gard?"

Jeff is indeed out like a light...and his breathing is extremely eratic and hampered....been poisoned perhaps?

Aeron grabs Jeffrin by the arms, hauling the man's body up and over his own right shoulder with a grunt of effort. He steadies and then makes for the door. "Could be. Must mean something to someone. If you'll excuse me ..."

A guard comes to the door to report. "The house has been secured. We've found a large amount of oil stored in drums in the cellar. We had gotten here a few minutes later and they might have done this house the same way they did that warehouse." he salutes and heads out

Kane hrms, "Lucky us." He dabs a gloved finger in the blood, then turns for the door as well.

Aeron leaves the hallway via the stairs to the entry hall.

Outside, Nirema is placed with a few other servants. The Guards go about asking a few questions, stopping when they get to her...

(LOGGED BY RENNAR)

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Contents:
Osbourne

Escorted outside is a group of of the servants. The guards seem to single out Nirema from the others, word amongst them spreading that she was one found scurrying down the side of the House in an attempt to get away. She seems to smell really badly, with dirt and grime covering most of her except for the odd set of clean clothing that she now wears, a pair of britches and a white shirt.

Osbourne sits atop a large horse, conversing with another mounted soldier in a low tone. He sits relaxedly in his saddle, his hands folded over one another, grasping the reins somewhat loosely in both of his hands. Other soldiers mill about, cleaning up the mess, and tending to various people's wounds. As Nirema is lead out, his head pops upwards, a brow raising slowly. "Excuse me." He murmurs towards the other soldier, sending his horse towards the other at a slow walk.

Depending on their rank, those with Nirema either salute Osbourne or expect to be saluted. The young lady remains within their confines, as the guardsmen report to the man what word has already confirmed. There is a deep, penetrating fear resounding in her eyes as she hugs herself, attempting to appear meak and small.

Osbourne salutes the highest ranking officer of the group, then lowers his hand, back to the saddle, gently tugging at the reins to keep his horse in place. "There, there, Monty." He whispers into the horse's ear, then straightens. "Evening, ma'am. I take it you were part of the little mess this evening?" He asks, his tone half-flippant.

Nirema does not seem to respond at first, almost as if she missed hearing the question, events from the past, and this evening, replaying in her mind. She gives a small start as one of the guards near her pokes her gently in the side to get her out of her thoughts, "What...?" Her voice creakes hoarsely, as she finally find she tongue, "Oh... yes..." She seems almost dazed, her body shivering as she hugs herself in fear. Eyes carefully scan the courtyard, searching for something or someone that is not a Queen's guard.

Osbourne smiles faintly, in an attempt to appear friendly, or, at the very least, less threatening. Raising a leg, he hops off his horse, keeping Monty's reins in his left hand. "Don't be afraid, ma'am. Nobody's going to hurt you. Don't suppose you'd do me the honor of telling me your name?" He asks, his voice tending towards 'chirpy'.

Uncertainty seems to linger over Nirema as she regards Osbourne, "C.. could you first tell me.. di... did the members of the family get out of the House safely?" Her eyes move toward the House, this question seemingly important to the young woman.

Osbourne frowns abstractedly. "Well, ma'am, I imagine so. No reason they wouldn't. Everyone pretty much more or less stacked arms and surrenderred, way I heard it. I'm sure they're quite all right."

Relief seems to flood Nirema's features. She glances back at the guard uncertainly, her expression calculating, "You would not believe me, I would think, if I told you my name..." Her voice trails off quietly, and her eyes lower in a demurely meak fashion.

Osbourne scratches slowly at an eyebrow with his right hand. "Well, ma'am, if you don't mind my saying so, the only reason a person'd give a false name'd be if they had something to hide. And it's hard to give a false name, just on the spur of the moment, and not be caught out eventually ... so giving the real name'd be the smart thing to do, and since you don't seem at all unintelligent to me, I'm sure you'd give me the right name." He says.

Skepticism still resides in Nirema's voice, even as she gives her own name. She does not rise from her meakly demure position, keeping her eyes lowered, "Then I will tell you." Her words are a soft murmuring, "I am Rennar Hune." Surely, this figure before you, must be jesting?

Osbourne's right eyebrow rises slowly. "You're ... Rennar ... Hu ... " He says, the words coming out of his mouth very very slowly, unable to conceal a brief note of amazement. "Well, er, ma'am ... why ... don't we take you down to the guard station, so I can introduce you to one of my superior officers? I'm afraid I don't have .. well ... instructions."

"I told you, you would not believe me." Nirema seems to mistake the amazement for disbelief, flinching a bit as if struck. She hugs herself more tightly, surely an odd act for one who may have been just a servant afterall.

Osbourne says weakly. "No, I believe you, ma'am. Really, I do. It's just that I wasn't given any information on this ... which isn't surprising, since I'm just a little cavalryman. Why don't I take you somewhere where youc an speak to a superior officer?"

"And I suppose it did not help that my Uncle had my death staged." This little tidbit would have been very public news about Caemlyn, having happened right before the Festival of Roses. Nirema still does not look up, keeping her eyes fastened to the ground, however she looks as if she'll go where ever directed.

Aeron opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Jeffrin opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Jeffrin is knocked out. he is being carried by Aeron

Nirema is standing near a wall, with a group of guardsman surrounding her. She apparently seems to be speaking to Obourne now, eyes lowered in a demure, meak fashion, and her words barely heard.

Aeron exits the house, a bit blackened from soot and smoke, and looking less-than pleased. He dumps the unconcious Jeffrin at the feet of the first officer he runs into, "The Queen will want Jeffrin Hune locked up, I expect."

Osbourne raises his shoulders a bit in a wince. "Well .... yeesss... ma'am, that doesn't really help either. I don't suppose you'd have any ... anything which'd help me convince my superiors that you're who you say you are? I ... " He frowns. "Well. You can understand .." His voice trails off.

Osbourne pauses, glancing upwards, nodding towards the man. "Thank you, sir." He says towards the man absently, then waves his hand towards the general direction of some other cavalrymen. "Saunders, Jameson ... take care of this ... er ... Jeffrin Hune, would you?" He's greeting by a chorous of "Aye, File Leader"s, and the other is secured over someone's saddle, and lead off.

Servant_Girl opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Nirema shakes her head quietly, "All that I had was taken..." She murmurs quietly, hugging herself tightly, "All that I was, was taken...." She continues quietly, her voice a soft whispering, yet still heard in the courtyard. "I can only offer I am who I am, and that perhaps, if I could speak with the Queen, that she would recognize me for who I am."

Servant_Girl is hauled out on a stretcher by two soldiers. They've bandaged her shoulder as best they could...but she isstill in a very bad bad way. She coughs up some blood

Aeron steps back and takes a minute to dust ineffectually at the grime that's gotten on his clothes, then shrugs to himself and gives it up. He fixes Nirema with a dubious look as she mentions being recognized by the Queen, then asks Osbourne, "Who is this woman, File Leader?"

Osbourne nods once. "I ... see." He says slowly, examining Nirema carefully, then sighing quietly. "All right. I'll speak with my commanding officer, and see what I can do about it, ma'am. In, the, er, meantime, why don't we ..." Interrupted, he pivots on his boots, "Sir, she states that her name is Rennar Hune." He says towards Aeron, his voice entirely detatched.

Nirema remains quiet as the others speak about her, keeping her eyes lowered meakly. She slowly allows her dirty, grimy hands to fall at her sides, her shoulders slumping. She mutters to herself, "They... would not,..." Even though she mumbles those words to herself, there is a hint of despair in them, and her eyes brim once more with tears. She raises one of her dirty hands to her lips in an attempt to keep those tears from spilling over.

You sense "Nirema remains quiet as the others speak about her, keeping her eyes lowered meakly. She slowly allows her dirty, grimy hands to fall at her sides, her shoulders slumping. "They will not believe me... And if they would not, surely Demonder would not as well..." Even though she mumbles those words to herself, there is a hint of despair in them, and her eyes brim once more with tears. She raises one of her dirty hands to her lips in an attempt to keep those tears from spilling over."

Aeron peers at the wretched woman, scowling uncomfortably as tears appear in her eyes. He finally concludes, "Even if she isn't, she deserves decent garments, and a chance to clean up. Was Lady Rennar found in the house, File Leader?"

Osbourne tilts his head to the side. "I'm not certain, sir." He says, continuing in the same deadpan voice. "My unit was stationed to catch stragglers. And I was just about to get to that."

How could they believe someone such as her standing about as she is? Nirema continues to hold back her tears, enough to manage some dignity, despite that most of it was already stripped away. "Any aid that you can offer, my Lord..." She half-bows half-curtsies graciously, as one with a practiced ease would do if in a noble court, "would be an honor, and a blessing of the Light." Her voice sounds hoarse, as if it had not had water for the longest of times. "And if I may, could I be allowed at least... one meal?" The last sounds as if it holds a strong twinge of hope upon it.

Aeron runs a dirty hand over his short cropped hair, a habitual looking gesture that succeeds only in putting a smudge of soot in the red-gold locks. The gracious manners and pitiful request only seem to make him more uncomfortable, and his voice takes on a gruff note to try and counter it, "I don't see why not." He looks to Osbourne, "Will you see to it, File Leader? And if she wants to write a message to the Queen ..." he trails off into a second of consideration, then asks the woman, "How should the Queen know you, if you are Lady Rennar?"

Osbourne inclines his head. "Naturally, sir." He says, remaining silent now, keeping his horse in place through a tugging of the rein. "And ... er, ma'am.." Turning, he rummages through his saddlebags, coming out with a bottle of water, and half a loaf of bread, wrapped with a lump of cheese, in a cloth. "If you're extremely hungry, please, have my dinner."

"There are a vast array of things that only I would know about her, resounding from our childhood together, to things said and done after the Tower. I would reveal one of those, or one of our jaunts in the city with the minutest of details described." Nirema murmurs quietly, her words softly spoken all the while, never challengeing Aeron, "Or, of other things, if needed."

NOTE: The log suddenly ends. Nirmea's claim of being Lady Rennar Hune is challenged. Aeron orders that Nirema is cleaned up and gets some food - Osbourne once again offers his meal, which Nirema finally takes with a starved fervor, then the log should have ended.