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| Valia | May 28 2014, 01:20 AM Post #1 |
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(05/27/14 17:21:23 ) [.One of Many.] V A L I A VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-] Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport. says to ALL: Word had finally come around about a fire in one of the buildings near the docks. A guard, having realized exactly which building had notified me by messenger and my presence requested. I stood outside the building, staring numbly at the door. I had been told the damage wasn't too extensive, contained to the quarters upstairs and had been doused in time to prevent damage to the surrounding buildings. It was a small miracle, but still a miracle. If one could believe in such things. The length of tapered fingers smoothed through raven locks, drawing the wavey layers from my face as I exhaled a slow breath. I needed to go inside, to see the damage and ascertain how much more this was going to cost me. I swallowed softly, placing one foot in front of the other to cross the threshold. As I stepped inside, pale eyes shifted to take in the main floor space. It was completely undamaged. Everything was still neatly in place. It was only as I inhaled that I could smell the burned wood. As my steps took me deeper within, the smell stained my tastebuds with its charred flavor. The merchandise was thus far, untouched. It seemed hard to believe that there had been a fire at all. The doors to the wardrobe had been flung open, revealing the staircase that otherwise would have been unseen. I hesitated as I drew in that doorway, wondering at the safety. I had been assured that most of the damage was superficial and the structure of the building sound. Armed with this knowledge I took the first of many steps that would take me upstairs. (05/27/14 17:46:53 ) [.One of Many.] V A L I A VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-] Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport. says to ALL: It was as if someone had been overzealous in their burning of incense, the scent of charred wood hung thick and heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe. I stood at the very top of the stairs, where the room opened up and my eyes swept the entirety of the space. The smoke damage was horrendous. Everything was covered in a fine layer of soot that I was certain would not come out. And the furnishing had burned to cinders, the fabric of the chaise lounge reduced to ash. I could see the obvious black as tar markings where the flame had licked its way up the wall, trying to consume every splinter of wood. A grimace curled my lips. It was easy to see where the fire had likely started and perhaps it was the heat that had caused the clay amphorae to shatter, spilling the wine and adding further to the combustive materials that fed the flame. At least the building was still intact. The material things could be replaced...mostly. I glanced towards the balcony to see that the lattice work was gone, burned to cinders, leaving the windows open to the docks below. Easily repaired and most things easily replaced. More miracles it seemed. My steps closed the distance between me and what had been an area of cabinetry. This had burned away to nothing, leaving not even the skeletal remains of the shelving unit that had once stood there. Obviously, this was where the fire had started, I would assume. Everything that had been stored in those cabinets was....gone. Everything...lost. I inhaled a sharp breath as I recounted the objects I had left stored hear...and I choked on that breath, my lungs filled with the stink of burned wood so that my eyes burned with tears. Covering my lips with the curl of fingers, I cleared my throat and blinked rapidly. Unshed tears clung to the curl of dark lash, save for the single tear that escaped, leaving a trail of warmth as it slid down the artful slope a sculpted cheek. I wiped the evidence of that lone tear from my skin with the light brush of knuckles. There had been only one object that I would regret the loss of. The ring was nothing overly costly but its value was sentimental to me. It would mean nothing to anyone but me. I felt the loss of it like a piece of myself turned to ash and lost to the winds...... (05/27/14 18:09:27 ) [.One of Many.] V A L I A VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-VELOX FLUVIUS IMPORTS-] Near or within the rock-faced building that houses the headquarters of Velox Fluvius Imports, seated just a stone's throw from the docks of Sulport. says to ALL: I tried to wrap my mind around things and think through the process of repairs and regaining what was lost. Those material objects that actually could be replaced. The furnishings. The lamps. Those trivial objects that more often than not ended up owning you rather than vice versa. It seemed entirely frustrating. I stepped away from the burned to a crisp area, jerking myself back to focus. How did something like this even happen? Perhaps an oil lamp had been left burning and still...that could not explain this....accident. How did one area burn so thoroughly and the fire leap to another area, leaving the building intact in such a manner? It seemed too much...too lucky. The almond-shape of eyes narrowed with speculation. Perhaps I was reading too much into it. Maybe it was just a freak accident. Or maybe not. I could almost follow the trail of fire from the wall to the chaise and then to the balcony. A fire in nature, would not burn thusly. It would start in one area and spread from there. But this...there appeared to me, multiple areas of small flames that grew porportinately only to be doused in time to save the lower level. A fineboned hand lifted, fingers drawing over my forehead to rake nails along the bed of my scalp, tugging the darkness of all that hair back from my face. Thoughts plagued my mind now. Accident? or Arson? But why? It seemed that the only things that had burned were my personal things....as though something or someone....wanted to erase my existance from this room. Was this a warning? Perhaps some kind of message.... Paranoia flamed to life like a fire and burned its way through my mind. The images of faces raced through my mind as I sought likely motives. A man? A woman? Might they be of Sulport...or Cos? Perhaps one of my nulled contracts felt betrayed when business had been severed so abruptly? There were too many questions, to many strings to try to unravel. My head spun with the minute details of every interaction...... Samos! His name lept from the depths of my mind. He could repair this, as he had renovated the lower part of the building. I would send word to him. He had been paid generously, surely it would not be to much of a stretch to think he and his crew would return. I turned my back to the damage, taking the stairs quickly. Once I had descended into the wardrobe, I exited, closing the doors behind me. My breath rapid, my hands pressed to the doors as if to hold them closed. Like this everything was picture perfect. The only evidence of the fire at all was the scent that trespassed upon my skin, that smell had melded into the layers of gauzy robing that clung to me, I could even smell it in the fine layers of hair that had tumbled down to frame an oval face in a curtain of night. I stood there, taking several deep breaths attempting to regain my calm. (05/27/14 19:48:54 ) [.One of Many.] V A L I A VOLSTAGG'S WOMAN |.MERCHANT OF SULPORT.| [-Streets-] Along one of the many busy Streets where the shops never seem to close and crowds never fade. says to ALL: I fell into step with the crowds. Slow was my path as I ventured the snaking alleyways that lined the vicinity of the docks. I paid little attenion, my thoughts circling around the fire. Replacing the furnishings. More renovation work. The fire. Its destructive path was clear to any that might take the time to question it. Or mayhap I was just delusional in my paranoia. And in truth...it mattered little in the end. What was done, was done. And I could but pick up the pieces. Having paid little attention to my path, it seemed I had circled back around and was now right where I started. Had I been so distracted? The answer was yes. As I passed by my office once more, I slammed bodily into someone. A gasp tore from my lips with the shock of it as I abruptly pulled away. "Apologies, Sir...I was not paying.. I was distracted, pray forgive....." The shaken words were stammered, spoken softly though no less sincerely as I glanced into the face of the man I had tried to walk through. Eyes of evergreen blinked repeatedly, a resonate voice was quick to brush away my apology as it seemed he too had been distracted with thought. He looked just like...Samos. "You look just like Samos...the builder!" I breathed. Never had I seen such a clear family resemblence in all my life. He could have been a duplicate...a twin. But at my words, his face broke, the smile that had started to appear instead fled into a frown. "Samos was my brother. Unfortunately, he no longer walks this world with us...did you know him?" I exhaled a sharp breath. It could not be! I did not want to believe it. And were it not for this man's sorrow, I would have denied such a claim. when finally I could draw a steady breath, I replied with the utmost sincerity. "I knew him briefly, he just completed a renovation for me near the docks,. I was just on my way to see if he was available for more work....my deepest sympathies to you and your family, please pass them my regards, I am Valia. I have never known a man so skilled." The man, smiled genuinely. He seemed pleased to hear of his brothers skill. At the sound of my name his eyes swept my face quickly. "The Lady Merchant..Valia? He spoke of that commission, you say there is more work to be done....was it not finished to your satisfaction?" He'd misunderstood but I was fast to follow his words with a rebuttal. "no..no...no, it was beyond my expectations. I have more work for him." He lifted his hand upwards as though to silence me, his face a mask of seriousness now. "I will complete the task you have. After my family has had the pyre and a time for mourning, I will find you." Without further word, he turned and was gone. Leaving me standing in there alone, watching him go. The crowd moved around me, life going on as normal. Edited by Valia, May 28 2014, 02:49 AM.
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