Post by nolwenn on Sept 30, 2015 13:46:12 GMT -8
When the ship arrived, the crew and captain were eager to drop their cargo.
Leaving Valesk much happier than how they had been upon arrival.
Their cargo appeared to be one woman, with her belongings.
Not late after she disembarked the ship, she was seen moving towards the tavern and pay for one of their rooms, for a longer time than what is usual for most costumers.
Her belongings were carried up with her by the hands of a courier, who also seemed all too happy to get back out again. Strange herbs were brought in, incense, candles, a mirror and dozens of books written in strange languages and carrying odd symbols. But the oddest of her possessions consisted of a couple of snakes which were said to be her pets. Sometimes she can be heard through her tavern room door ... talking to them, as if they were her children.
But that was not the oddest of noises that could be heard coming from her room.
Chanting or singing, a low humming as if performing rituals. The scent of incense and candle wax was often coming from underneath her door.
It didn't take long for the people to start talking about her ...
Where had she come from?
Who was she?
Soon the rumors were circling; she is a widow and people whisper that she murdered her late husband through evil witchcraft. That she is not who she says she is, that she wins people over with her pretty face, only to murder them in their sleep ... drinking their blood, stealing their souls for her evil witchcraft.
Slowly but certainly certain things came to light, she was indeed married to a wealthy merchant who bore the name Frederic of Penrose of Penrose estate back on the mainland. He had once brought her home with him on a far away travel south, to sandy deserts ... where a wicked and foul wind howls at night, carrying the voices of demons of the night. A place of uncertain name and location. And as rumor had it, Nolwenn wasn't even her real name, it was a name given to her by her husband, a name given to her to make her transition more easy in this new land he had brought her to.
But a new name wasn't the forebearer of happy times for the newlywed couple. Just a couple of months after their marriage, Frederic fell ill to a mysterious illness that healers could not identify. It didn't take long for people to suspect Nolwenn of poisoning him, especially not that she only reluctantly allowed healers near her husband. His death struggle would prove to be one of agony, he died weeks later, screaming in the middle of night.
This could be the reason for her reclusive way of living, knowing that people were talking badly about her and merely wanting to escape her past.
Yet whenever seen in public she always looks undaunted by their evil tongues and has a certain exotic charm about her. An uncanny calmness and the creepy sensation that she could see right through people. Speaking with a foreign accent and rather nicely albeit strangely dressed in a manner that is uncommon on Valesk.
Many secretly wonder when she will decide to move elsewhere.
Leaving Valesk much happier than how they had been upon arrival.
Their cargo appeared to be one woman, with her belongings.
Not late after she disembarked the ship, she was seen moving towards the tavern and pay for one of their rooms, for a longer time than what is usual for most costumers.
Her belongings were carried up with her by the hands of a courier, who also seemed all too happy to get back out again. Strange herbs were brought in, incense, candles, a mirror and dozens of books written in strange languages and carrying odd symbols. But the oddest of her possessions consisted of a couple of snakes which were said to be her pets. Sometimes she can be heard through her tavern room door ... talking to them, as if they were her children.
But that was not the oddest of noises that could be heard coming from her room.
Chanting or singing, a low humming as if performing rituals. The scent of incense and candle wax was often coming from underneath her door.
It didn't take long for the people to start talking about her ...
Where had she come from?
Who was she?
Soon the rumors were circling; she is a widow and people whisper that she murdered her late husband through evil witchcraft. That she is not who she says she is, that she wins people over with her pretty face, only to murder them in their sleep ... drinking their blood, stealing their souls for her evil witchcraft.
Slowly but certainly certain things came to light, she was indeed married to a wealthy merchant who bore the name Frederic of Penrose of Penrose estate back on the mainland. He had once brought her home with him on a far away travel south, to sandy deserts ... where a wicked and foul wind howls at night, carrying the voices of demons of the night. A place of uncertain name and location. And as rumor had it, Nolwenn wasn't even her real name, it was a name given to her by her husband, a name given to her to make her transition more easy in this new land he had brought her to.
But a new name wasn't the forebearer of happy times for the newlywed couple. Just a couple of months after their marriage, Frederic fell ill to a mysterious illness that healers could not identify. It didn't take long for people to suspect Nolwenn of poisoning him, especially not that she only reluctantly allowed healers near her husband. His death struggle would prove to be one of agony, he died weeks later, screaming in the middle of night.
This could be the reason for her reclusive way of living, knowing that people were talking badly about her and merely wanting to escape her past.
Yet whenever seen in public she always looks undaunted by their evil tongues and has a certain exotic charm about her. An uncanny calmness and the creepy sensation that she could see right through people. Speaking with a foreign accent and rather nicely albeit strangely dressed in a manner that is uncommon on Valesk.
Many secretly wonder when she will decide to move elsewhere.