Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 25, 2013 9:40:01 GMT -5
8th March, 21 CLE
With the sun setting across all of Runeterra, it was fair that the bustle within the Institute of War would begin to settle down as its denizens would finish up their last tasks of the day and head for their chambers for a good night’s rest.
Among the crowds of summoners, one stood out – a fair-haired woman was weaving her way through the crowds of summoners at a leisurely pace, nodding greetings and uttering best wishes to friends and acquaintances as she passed through. Her smile didn’t seem to lose its intensity despite the faint fatigue creeping over her body – she was very pleased of today’s events.
Indeed, fortune smiled upon her favorably – not only did she manage to finish her duties as a Senior Steward in an orderly fashion, but she also participated at a summoning ritual, a rare but satisfying event in her schedule. She didn’t know the exact details – something about the appointed summoner never making an appearance… she made a mental note to herself to check up on the matter first thing tomorrow. But for today, she would let herself be content with the things she achieved so far.
It had been so long since she last had the opportunity to meld minds with a champion … it was a state of total balance as both people worked together as one, focusing their prowess and strengths in order to pursue victory on the Rift ...
However, her reverie broke as she reached the hallway where her office was situated – in front of the door there was a pair of summoners, looking around skittishly – were they waiting for her? As they finally caught glimpse of her, they quickly walked to her, their voices high-pitched and pleading.
Senior Steward! Senior Steward! You have to ...– you have to come! Please!
Tybresa looked at the two young women with a perplexed look – their eyes were wide in terror, their hair disheveled and there was an air of desperation of panic around them. She raised her hands to place them on their shoulders, hoping to calm them down as she spoke in a soothing voice.
Calm down and take a deep breath, ladies – and tell me what the problem is.
...
The second victim this week.
Tybresa let out a sigh as she paced in front of a room in the summoner dormitories, her hands folded behind her back. When the door opened, two men were carrying a stretcher – and on it was a silhouette, draped in a white sheet. She winced as she caught the glimpse of red blotches strewn over the white material – she could be quite squeamish at the sight of death.
She glanced in the room before she walked within – the smell of blood was unnaturally overbearing inside, causing her to involuntarily gag for a moment before she managed to bring a sleeve to her nose to cover the scent. The on-duty medic took notice of her presence and bowed his head respectfully. She spoke out louder than usual, not wanting to take away her hand in case she felt the need to retch from the smell.
Who was it this time?
He shook his head morosely as he spoke.
A silver-ranked summoner – Elsie Carrivy. Demacian, from what I’ve heard. This time it was different – there was no visible cuts or wounds on her at first glance, but she seems to have choked to death on her own blood. We found her in a puddle of blood beside her bed – it's best you don’t look, Senior Steward … It's ... it's nothing I’ve seen before.
Tybresa nodded frantically – she did not need to be told twice. She gestured at the door.
It is late and today has indubitably left its mark on both you and I - it is best for the both of us to rest for now. Can I trust I will have a report on my desk by tomorrow?
The man nodded his head and went towards the door, allowing Tybresa to exit first before closing the door. She lowered her sleeve and took in a deep breath of hallway air, unable to stop herself from shuddering - what a terrible way to end a day, she thought. She turned to smile at the man and bid him good night before she went towards her own chambers.
This cannot continue, she thought. Actions need to be taken to stop these murders and whoever - or whatever - is causing them to be punished gravely.
Tybresa let out a sigh and shook her head to herself, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor accompanying her as she made her way down the dimly-lit hallways of the Institute.
These should be thoughts for tomorrow. But, for now, a good night's rest should do the trick.
Tybresa let out a small sigh of relief as she snapped the book she was reading shut, deciding it was time to finally rest. She had long changed out of her heavy, rich-purple summoner robes and into a comfortable white cotton nightgown that kept her warm and covered for the cold winter nights, save for a V-cut that revealed her bare, unadorned neck. The Steward's choker - a black silken band with a single purple gem - was resting on the table next to various other toiletries Tybresa kept in her room.
She hummed lightly under her breath as she placed the book on the nightstand next to her bed and make herself comfortable, lightly fluffing the pillow and snugly wrap the blanket around herself. She flicked her hand towards the candle stand, snuffing out the flames and allowing the darkness to drown out the room.
With her eyes shut close, Tybresa made one last check before she permitted herself to fall asleep ...
Were the hummingbirds fed? Check.
Did I take care of the paperwork? For today, check, but who knows what tomorrow might bring ...
She knit her eyebrows together as she remembered the evening's unpleasant event - these murders have been plaguing the Institute for a while now... perhaps ever since she was assigned Senior Steward, three months ago.
What a terrible way to start your career, she thought. There must be something to prevent them ...
But how? And what is causing them in the first place?
She turned on her other side, mentally turning a blank, new sheet - these questions should be asked for tomorrow. But, for now, rest beckons ...
... and with sleep come the dreams.
With the sun setting across all of Runeterra, it was fair that the bustle within the Institute of War would begin to settle down as its denizens would finish up their last tasks of the day and head for their chambers for a good night’s rest.
Among the crowds of summoners, one stood out – a fair-haired woman was weaving her way through the crowds of summoners at a leisurely pace, nodding greetings and uttering best wishes to friends and acquaintances as she passed through. Her smile didn’t seem to lose its intensity despite the faint fatigue creeping over her body – she was very pleased of today’s events.
Indeed, fortune smiled upon her favorably – not only did she manage to finish her duties as a Senior Steward in an orderly fashion, but she also participated at a summoning ritual, a rare but satisfying event in her schedule. She didn’t know the exact details – something about the appointed summoner never making an appearance… she made a mental note to herself to check up on the matter first thing tomorrow. But for today, she would let herself be content with the things she achieved so far.
It had been so long since she last had the opportunity to meld minds with a champion … it was a state of total balance as both people worked together as one, focusing their prowess and strengths in order to pursue victory on the Rift ...
However, her reverie broke as she reached the hallway where her office was situated – in front of the door there was a pair of summoners, looking around skittishly – were they waiting for her? As they finally caught glimpse of her, they quickly walked to her, their voices high-pitched and pleading.
Senior Steward! Senior Steward! You have to ...– you have to come! Please!
Tybresa looked at the two young women with a perplexed look – their eyes were wide in terror, their hair disheveled and there was an air of desperation of panic around them. She raised her hands to place them on their shoulders, hoping to calm them down as she spoke in a soothing voice.
Calm down and take a deep breath, ladies – and tell me what the problem is.
...
The second victim this week.
Tybresa let out a sigh as she paced in front of a room in the summoner dormitories, her hands folded behind her back. When the door opened, two men were carrying a stretcher – and on it was a silhouette, draped in a white sheet. She winced as she caught the glimpse of red blotches strewn over the white material – she could be quite squeamish at the sight of death.
She glanced in the room before she walked within – the smell of blood was unnaturally overbearing inside, causing her to involuntarily gag for a moment before she managed to bring a sleeve to her nose to cover the scent. The on-duty medic took notice of her presence and bowed his head respectfully. She spoke out louder than usual, not wanting to take away her hand in case she felt the need to retch from the smell.
Who was it this time?
He shook his head morosely as he spoke.
A silver-ranked summoner – Elsie Carrivy. Demacian, from what I’ve heard. This time it was different – there was no visible cuts or wounds on her at first glance, but she seems to have choked to death on her own blood. We found her in a puddle of blood beside her bed – it's best you don’t look, Senior Steward … It's ... it's nothing I’ve seen before.
Tybresa nodded frantically – she did not need to be told twice. She gestured at the door.
It is late and today has indubitably left its mark on both you and I - it is best for the both of us to rest for now. Can I trust I will have a report on my desk by tomorrow?
The man nodded his head and went towards the door, allowing Tybresa to exit first before closing the door. She lowered her sleeve and took in a deep breath of hallway air, unable to stop herself from shuddering - what a terrible way to end a day, she thought. She turned to smile at the man and bid him good night before she went towards her own chambers.
This cannot continue, she thought. Actions need to be taken to stop these murders and whoever - or whatever - is causing them to be punished gravely.
Tybresa let out a sigh and shook her head to herself, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor accompanying her as she made her way down the dimly-lit hallways of the Institute.
These should be thoughts for tomorrow. But, for now, a good night's rest should do the trick.
Tybresa let out a small sigh of relief as she snapped the book she was reading shut, deciding it was time to finally rest. She had long changed out of her heavy, rich-purple summoner robes and into a comfortable white cotton nightgown that kept her warm and covered for the cold winter nights, save for a V-cut that revealed her bare, unadorned neck. The Steward's choker - a black silken band with a single purple gem - was resting on the table next to various other toiletries Tybresa kept in her room.
She hummed lightly under her breath as she placed the book on the nightstand next to her bed and make herself comfortable, lightly fluffing the pillow and snugly wrap the blanket around herself. She flicked her hand towards the candle stand, snuffing out the flames and allowing the darkness to drown out the room.
With her eyes shut close, Tybresa made one last check before she permitted herself to fall asleep ...
Were the hummingbirds fed? Check.
Did I take care of the paperwork? For today, check, but who knows what tomorrow might bring ...
She knit her eyebrows together as she remembered the evening's unpleasant event - these murders have been plaguing the Institute for a while now... perhaps ever since she was assigned Senior Steward, three months ago.
What a terrible way to start your career, she thought. There must be something to prevent them ...
But how? And what is causing them in the first place?
She turned on her other side, mentally turning a blank, new sheet - these questions should be asked for tomorrow. But, for now, rest beckons ...
... and with sleep come the dreams.
