In short order, the Jester was dispatched to Boones to look over Saing's
army. In the middle of a horrid dream, he awoke with a start, the last
tendrils of images escaping back into the dark recesses of sleep. A
soft, seductive voice whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and as the
Jester is not one to stray from prettied words, he stumbled after them
as though he were in a daze. As he awoke from what seemed an endless
sleep, he beheld a stunning nymph, who sat upon the foot of his straw
bed. Before the Jester could spout a reasonable defense for what must
have occurred the nymph slowly rose and vanished into mists. The Jester
seemed confused and muddled but did seem to remember that he had indeed
been summoned by the Witch Kindle and that she had spoken to him of
prophesy that had come to pass and that which he could not yet see. She
had told him of mistakes that she too had made in her youth, when she
played the fool (as he so often does) and that it was the fool who would
place the King upon the throne. She spoke to him of matters so far
ranging that his simple mind could not take it all in and that some was
left to run into nothingness. Her words on the betrayal of a benevolent
monarch spurred the Jester on to Boones where the thoughts of Saing
undermining the Governor's control disturbed him. As he arrived in
Boones, but the town was not at all the peaceful town he had known it to
be. Refugees lined the streets. Food lines on every other corner. The
Jester gave all that his meager savings would allow him to the starving
wretches of Boones.
It also seemed that there was trouble from without as well as within.
Duhnk, Brand, and to a lesser extent Di'Rand were swayed by a charlatan,
that Gov. Errien was not fit to stand as the ruler of the town. It
seemed that they were so thoroughly convinced that they were prepared to
throw him into the stockades, but the Jester was able, through much
politicking, to diplomatically advice the Governor of his situation. It
was decided that Errien would indeed finish out his term, and possibly
rule for another term, but he may not have the backing of the Ruling
Council. With this slight horror, already smoldering out, there came
one last flame up, as a young rake tried to air out Errien's ribs with a
dagger. Although the assassination attempt failed, it did make the
governor more aware that he had enemies in quarters that he was still
unaware of.
Meanwhile, in another part of Boones, Dar Benedict plots for the moment
when his usefulness will be at it greatest. When he can intercede on
the Damned Queen's behalf and prevent the prophesy for fulfilling
itself. He sits idly by, watching the stars and counting the months
that he has left. He will have his moment, even if it does mean a
little blood is spilled.
In still another district of Boones, Lynn makes her way to the altar to
prayer for forgiveness and for her memory to return. After all that
rubble had fallen on her she had clawed her way free. The muffled cries
from the debris that had imprisoned her, still rang loudly in her ears.
Her only thought was that she had not known those people. They would
have dies very slowly indeed. Who were those people, were they my
family? Or just some unlucky passersby when the building had collapsed.
Coming soon:
**Ar' D. Jazan spoils another assassination attempt.
**The Jester rescues Lady Prim from Baron Saing.
**Duke Decker claims his lands and Baron Saing returns to Gothex.
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