Birthright: Promises to Keep, Chapter 2

[RocEter]

Foerde's House, outside.

"Yes, I suppose I should go meet my guest." Foerde says.

He follows Gavin back to the house.

[ewancummins]

FOERDE


Entering his home, Foerde finds it clean and set in good order.


He goes into the main room, and sees Cormac sitting near the fireplace with a silver-haired lady. The lady wears a red fur mantle and a green kirtle.
The woman turns and looks up at him as he enters. She looks no older than thirty, despite the color of her hair.
A warm smile flashes across her pretty face.
"Foerde of Elevenemiere! Ah, I'm so pleased to see you."

[RocEter]

FOERDE


Entering his home, Foerde finds it clean and set in good order.


He goes into the main room, and sees Cormac sitting near the fireplace with a silver-haired lady. The lady wears a red fur mantle and a green kirtle.
The woman turns and looks up at him as he enters. She looks no older than thirty, despite the color of her hair.
A warm smile flashes across her pretty face.
"Foerde of Elevenemiere! Ah, I'm so pleased to see you."

"Like wise." He says. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage. To whom do I have the pleasure of entertaining?"

[ewancummins]

FOERDE


Entering his home, Foerde finds it clean and set in good order.


He goes into the main room, and sees Cormac sitting near the fireplace with a silver-haired lady. The lady wears a red fur mantle and a green kirtle.
The woman turns and looks up at him as he enters. She looks no older than thirty, despite the color of her hair.
A warm smile flashes across her pretty face.
"Foerde of Elevenemiere! Ah, I'm so pleased to see you."

"Like wise." He says. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage. To whom do I have the pleasure of entertaining?"

"Deidre."

She stands.

Switching to Elvish-

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"I have brought a message from the Sielwode."

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald makes his way into the cellar by way of a hatch in the rear of the house, which opens onto a narrow wooden stairway.

With the elf bound and walking ahead of him, he ventures down into the dim basement.

His squire steps after him, pausing near the top of the steps and messing about with something.

Steel rasps on stone, and a candle flickers into life.
Reese follows close behind Roald and the green-eyed elf-maid, holding up the light for his master.

Foerde's small cellar smells of brown ale, dry earth, and a musty animal odor.

Sacks, casks, crates, and other containers line the wooden shelves and pack the corners of the small, close cellar. Across the room, another small staircase leads up to a trap door.

The trap door lifts open and a pair of legs appears, followed by the rest of a man; Ned.
"Where's the drink?"

ROALD, CELLAR.

"I don't know. Let me know when you find it,' Roald says to Ned. He then turns to the elf. "Sit down."

[ewancummins]

ROALD, CELLAR

Roald makes his way into the cellar by way of a hatch in the rear of the house, which opens onto a narrow wooden stairway.

With the elf bound and walking ahead of him, he ventures down into the dim basement.

His squire steps after him, pausing near the top of the steps and messing about with something.

Steel rasps on stone, and a candle flickers into life.
Reese follows close behind Roald and the green-eyed elf-maid, holding up the light for his master.

Foerde's small cellar smells of brown ale, dry earth, and a musty animal odor.

Sacks, casks, crates, and other containers line the wooden shelves and pack the corners of the small, close cellar. Across the room, another small staircase leads up to a trap door.

The trap door lifts open and a pair of legs appears, followed by the rest of a man; Ned.
"Where's the drink?"

ROALD, CELLAR.

"I don't know. Let me know when you find it,' Roald says to Ned. He then turns to the elf. "Sit down."

The elf woman sits down.
She shoots a nasty look at Roald, baring her teeth like a feral beast, but says nothing.

Ned pokes about the cellar, thumping casks and listening to the sound.

Hob, his brother, comes down the trap door and steps, and joins in the quest for ale.

[Varrus the Ethical]

ROALD, CELLAR.

Roald takes out a length of rope and kneels down. As he binds her ankles he says in Elvish. "It occurs to me that I don't know your name, sidhe. Since you have probably heard mine, I think it would only be fair if you told me yours." With a tug, he tightens the knot cinching the elf's ankles together.

[RocEter]

FOERDE


Entering his home, Foerde finds it clean and set in good order.


He goes into the main room, and sees Cormac sitting near the fireplace with a silver-haired lady. The lady wears a red fur mantle and a green kirtle.
The woman turns and looks up at him as he enters. She looks no older than thirty, despite the color of her hair.
A warm smile flashes across her pretty face.
"Foerde of Elevenemiere! Ah, I'm so pleased to see you."

"Like wise." He says. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage. To whom do I have the pleasure of entertaining?"

"Deidre."

She stands.

Switching to Elvish-

VIEW CONTENT:

"I have brought a message from the Sielwode."

"I see." Foerde says continuing to speak Anuirean.

He takes his heavy fur cloak off and hangs it on the wall.

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"From whom?"

He says to her in Elvish.

[ewancummins]

ROALD, CELLAR.

Roald takes out a length of rope and kneels down. As he binds her ankles he says in Elvish. "It occurs to me that I don't know your name, sidhe. Since you have probably heard mine, I think it would only be fair if you told me yours." With a tug, he tightens the knot cinching the elf's ankles together.

The green-eyed elf responds in Anuirean Common,

"Your particular name means little to me, human. I learned your ugly, clumsy speech so that I may better track and slay your kind, but one of you is really much the same as another of you. You defilers, you are creatures of a day, with kingdoms of a season. In the end, we will cover your farms and towns with green forests again, and there will be peace and happiness in the land. Our Leader knows!"

[ewancummins]

"I see." Foerde says continuing to speak Anuirean.

He takes his heavy fur cloak off and hangs it on the wall.

VIEW CONTENT:

"From whom?"

He says to her in Elvish.

Still speaking Elvish, Deirdre replies,

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"From one called Conchobar, a cousin of your late wife. I promised to carry the message as a favor to him, but I do not know the contents. It is sealed."

She walks to one corner of the room, takes a satchel from a wall peg, and reaches inside, bringing forth a sealed scroll.

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"Here it is."

[Varrus the Ethical]

The green-eyed elf responds in Anuirean Common,

"Your particular name means little to me, human. I learned your ugly, clumsy speech so that I may better track and slay your kind, but one of you is really much the same as another of you. You defilers, you are creatures of a day, a season. In the end, we will cover your farms and towns with green forests again, and there will be peace and happiness in the land. Our Leader knows!"

Interesting, Roald thinks, chuckling.

"And you'll do that by forcing slaves to dig tunnels under our farms and towns," he says, speaking in Elvish to irritate the elf. He chuckles again. "You leader must be a clever one."

[RocEter]

Foerde take the scroll from her, and opens it.

[ewancummins]

The green-eyed elf responds in Anuirean Common,

"Your particular name means little to me, human. I learned your ugly, clumsy speech so that I may better track and slay your kind, but one of you is really much the same as another of you. You defilers, you are creatures of a day, a season. In the end, we will cover your farms and towns with green forests again, and there will be peace and happiness in the land. Our Leader knows!"

Interesting, Roald thinks, chuckling.

"And you'll do that by forcing slaves to dig tunnels under our farms and towns," he says, speaking in Elvish to irritate the elf. He chuckles again. "You leader must be a clever one."

''You see much, human, yet still you do not understand. No matter, you will be dead soon enough."

She smiles at Roald and laughs.

[Varrus the Ethical]

''You see much, human, yet still you do not understand. No matter, you will be dead soon enough."

She smiles at Roald and laughs.

"Such confidence, I'm impressed, sidhe," Roald says, still speaking in Elvish. "Especially given your current situation. You kin must be up to something truly brilliant. It can't just be that you're a foolish little girl sent by her bitter elders to die in captivity."

[ewancummins]

FOERDE'S COTTAGE, INTERIOR ROOM WITH FIREPLACE



Foerde looks over the scroll. the writing is Elvish, but the letters don't make any sense. It's some kind of formula, something strange and occult.

Foerde feels the floor give way under his feet. The rooms spins about him. He hears the silver-haired woman laughing.


Everything goes black for a moment, and then...