The wedding reception of Islandbabe and Malion

Revan had been sitting at a nearby table, concentrating on nursing a glass of wine since she really didn't know anyone here except for Heinrich and Marzena. Her hand slowly rotated the goblet of wine in her cup, and she stared at it while she thought. She'd been thinking about witnessing the kiss earlier on between her new friend and her Jahfather as the chardonnay in her glass delightfully swished around.

She looked up to find the tender scene between the two new lovebirds, and her mouth dropped. Revan completely froze as Heinrich moved to one knee, the only thing moving around her being the wine in the goblet that slowly came to a stop. Revan took several deep breaths ... she wanted Heinrich to be happy, of course she did. She wanted everyone to be happy - hell, she would like it if she were lucky enough to find a man who would love her as much as she did. But ... so soon? I must have underestimated his feelings for the girl, she thought to herself. There had been no one in Bath that she'd seen Heinrich dote on ... Revan was still quite unprepared for all this mushy love stuff coming from Heinrich.

There's only one way to deal with this, she thought to herself, and she raised her glass and finished off the wine. Perhaps that will help the thinking process.

To Revan, it appeared that it didn't, because a few moments - nay, a few seconds later, the woman across the room was on the floor and Heinrich leaned over her. She rubbed her eyes quickly, could the lady have fainted? Jah, no ... she thought to herself, and started to get up to see if she could assist. Heinrich ran from the room, and Lerendus rushed over to the collapsed woman.

Revan tried to walk quickly, but the wine inhabited that. She was buzzing and stopped walking as more people rushed around the woman on the floor. She watched Lerendus be pushed aside, not out of spite but out of concern for Marzena, and saw Heinrich rush to his lady's aid.

She wondered if the woman was alright, but knew at this point that she could be of no use to Heinrich, with the way she was now she would just get in the way. The only other thing besides Heinrich that could help would be speed. Instead, Revan looked to the balcony, to where the dejected man had walked. She had seen the look in his eyes ...

She walked over carefully, looking over her shoulder in the direction that Heinrich had gone. "Lerendus, " she started as the man stared into the sky, " ... are you alright?"

The pain that was flowing threw her body. She felt the sharp unstoppable pain flow threw her like a rush of water over a kitchen surface. Her eyes partially opened looking into a thick haze around the room.

A soft hand rolling gently over her forehead catches her attention as her eyes roll over to look where it was coming from. Seeing his face encircled by the blur she smiles. Her lips cracking as she bends her lips. The cracking voice that lightly caressed her helping draw her attentions more.

Seeing his tear barely as it formed in his eyes she still was unable to speak. The burn was still eating her already tortured tongue. Letting out a sigh as she tries to roll over and touch the side of his face. Wondering what was happening while coughing to the burning sensation she was still suffering. Instead she teeters on the edge of the couch. Nearly rolling off to the floor again. “Wat?” she mumbles barely able to be heard at all with her raspy voice again coming forth.

(ooc: For those tuning in this is a mystery added to the bounds of the reception. Feel free to join in and try and figure it out. It’s not as obvious as it seams. An there are various clues around the ball room.)

"Are you alright?"
No, he wasn't alright, but he won't admit it. He lowers his head away from the sky and stares out into the dark night. "The stars," he says, "they're gone." He moved away from the balcony and sat down on a bench. He could hear the song he had requested playing inside, and sang a song of his own. A sad song he had heard a long time ago.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJIC_rEi7mo

He sang the words quietly, for no one but himself to hear.

Heinrich catches her and lays her back safely on the couch. He slightly smiles again and she starts to mumble to him before leaning down and lifting her head up, looking into her eyes…

Your drink, my lady… It was poisoned with hemlock. Where did you get that wine? Who gave it to you?

He takes his handkerchief out and dips it into a glass of water, wiping the sweat off of her face with the damp cloth as he tries to get a a response out of her…

The cool water; Ah the glorious chill flowing over her brow. Soothing her pain as smoothly as a late seasoned daffodil spore floats and dances on a late summer breeze. Every bit blended droplet melding with her own droplets of sweat.

Cam like a sleeping child in nap her vision begins to focus upon his loving face. Now every detail can be viewed upon with honest eyes. With excitement of the new causing her heart to race one again. In the far back ground the two be. Pain on ones’ every demeanor. The other curious and soothing. Ah the circle of life, chi is you will, is showing itself again. The very one who sat and soothed her, and got her threw that stormy night now she tries to help the other. The other the same who started and continued this cycle.

Marz grips onto the fine silken couch. The sound of her nails pulling lightly echo out. Her nails dig deeply into it’s threads. Pushing and finding little strength she attempted yet again to sit up. With great struggle her body lifted and twisted. Her legs falling fairly hard to the floor. Her hand tho worked in between the cushions with the sensation of a million needles. She felt some her eyes diverting from him, and then she glances towards the source of her discomfort. A slight grunt and a quick pull something pops out. A piece of crumpled and very worn torn paper now sits in her shaking hand. Listlessly she fumbles and struggles to unbind its loose folds and crumples. With watering eyes to what they fell upon…



Looking up to Hein again with her watering eyes she handed him the well worn note. “Was meant for another.” A sense of despair and of confusion rushed over her. Remembering some important guests who had yet to arrive. Placing her hand on Heins. “Guards! Close it down. No one is to leave. Someone in here is an attempted murderer. We must catch him or her!” Her eyes began scanning every pair in the room for any sight of a clue.

Lerendus sat out on the balcony, slouched. Commotion inside. What else could possibly go wrong? He stood up slowly, sighed, and strolled inside. Saw soldiers posting up by doors and windows. He looked back towards the balcony and saw two guards jogging up and stopping by the door out onto the balcony. There'll be no more sitting out there tonight. He moved further into the blinding light. Saw a note clutched in Marzy's hand. He went and read it over her shoulder. His brows furrowed in thought. He passed a moment in silent contemplation. Looked at Marz and said, "No. The assassin would've left by now. There's been plenty of time since when you were poisoned and now." He looked at the note and pointed to one line, "Look here. It says, 'quickly exit, and head for the tre...'. It looks like it's telling him to head for the trees. We should look in the woods. Signed ScT..." He paused a moment in thought again muttering to himself as he paced a little. He stopped pacing. Looked up and said, "Whoever ScT is, the assassin would know. If we find him we might be able to get it out of him." He concluded his reasoning. Could feel eyes drilling holes in him and was suddenly very embarrassed. He sat down on the couch, rested his elbows on his knees, chin on his hands. Hoped the attention would divert off of him.

Heinrich took the crumbled up note in his trembling hand, straightened it out and read it to himself. He reads over it quickly before letting out another deep sigh and passes it to Lady Islandbabe and the guards. He turns back to Marzena as she sits up and speaks…

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“Guards! Close it down. No one is to leave. Someone in here is an attempted murderer. We must catch him or her!”

He sets the handkerchief down on her lap and gently forces her to lie down again, squeezing her hand again as he speaks to her…

They will find this assassin, my dear. Do not worry yourself. I will stay here with you. All you must do is lie down and recuperate. You will be fine in no time…

He stays crouched down by his lady, wiping away the beads of sweat as they drifted down her brow, watching the steady rising and falling of her abdomen as she breathed, gazing at the slight twinkle that was slowly begining to return to her eyes. He seemed to be totally indifferent to the chaos that was present around the two of them. All Heinrich could do was sit by her, observing her every move, continuing to care for her as she lay on the couch. All he could be was happy; happy to have her back, glad that his love, his joy, his new life had not ended in that short moment. All of his other cares were liquidated in that brief moment in time as he smiled at her…

Listening to Lerendus as her body began to recoup from the attack of Hemlock. Her mind wrapped around his words. “That is true lerendus, but what of the one who hired and planned for this attack? Surely they would have been here for the show, but wouldn’t have left so quickly to avoid being noticed.” she looks around the ball room looking for anything. “Some men should go look for these trees if truly they exist. Perhaps another clue can be found there. Maybe even the culprit, and we can question him for who did this. Wouldn’t that be a nice easy end?”

From there Marzy took Hein’s insistence that she slow down. Being obvious he wasn’t going to allow her to trample around free nilly on this case. She was worried over who the true attempt was on, and if the person was still endangered. Still she couldn’t help but look to this man who had so quickly taken to her. She wondered though was it her or the entertainment in which she provided. Time would tell, but either way she couldn’t help but marvel at his shows of affection.

Her friend in the distance seemed worried on her wedding day. She sent a smile her way to let her know that she was going to be just fine.