Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 58

N:   Wilfred waved back, "Have fun," until Deutsche left before he sighed. "He may be a good leader," he muttered as he took his mug to the kitchen, "but his inexperience shows. FE and Deutsche?" He only clicked his tongue in disappointment, thinking how he was going to tell BE, but thought it was best to tell him in person.

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Back in Britain, BE wandered the corridors, trying to find the servant who gave him the parcel, and not wondering where he was going, so he randomly rushed around the place.

M:   Because he was rushing around, he failed to hear footsteps coming around a corner and ended up running right into Esha, who was carrying a bowl of porridge for Prudoria. She dropped the bowl when the empire collided with her, causing them both to slip and fall into a pile.

"BE, what the hell," she shouted in indignation, "watch where you're going, and get your fat ass off me, you weigh more than a freaking behemoth!"

N:   "You shut up," BE snapped, "you can literally turn into a dragon so you better keep that mouth shut, you overgrown lizard."

When they had finally gotten off each other, the empire looked at the mess caused, his uniform covered in porridge but he was thankful he didn't wear his cloak; it would have been hell to get it out of the fur. "I'm sorry that I ran into you," he grumbled, "but I am in search of someone- you, come over here." He pointed at a passing servant, who jumped when he was called, so he walked over to the empire just as he was told.

"Explain to me," BE spoke, his voice dangerously low, "why the fuck does my office smell like something died in it, and when I check inside that box you put there, there is a goddamn butchered eagle in it. Where did you get that box and who gave it?"

"I-I," the servant muttered, "I don't know. I was just told by a messenger who came to the compound to deliver it to you. I don't know who they are or who they serve."

M:   "Oh, so that's why you smell like you came back from hunting," Esha grimaced, sniffing BE, "either someone is a demented prankster, or is trying to send you a message, my money's on the latter."

She summoned two towels and gave one to BE to clean themselves up, "why an eagle, that is oddly specific," she turned to the servant, "Sir, did the messenger have anything on their person that looked like a symbol or a crest, or did they perhaps have a foreign accent of some sort?"

N:   "They didn't speak much so I can't tell you about their accent," the servant answered, "but I do remember that they had a broach to hold their cloak, which hid their face, and it had ...," he paused a bit, trying to remember when his face lit up, "it had axes, two axes to be exact, sort of crossed over each other."

The servant's proud face fell when he saw BE's face, full of confusion and a hint of fear. "Ahem, thank you for telling us this," the empire spoke, "now may you prepare a bowl of porridge for Prudoria, our guest in the infirmary, so he may eat." The servant nodded before bowing and leaving the pair behind.

The moment he left, the Brit immediately rushed to his office, forgetting that his clothes were ruined, and slammed open his door, allowing a whiff of the dead odor to enter the corridor. He ran towards the box and opened it up, digging into the remains of the eagle to see if there were any clues.

"Where is it," he grumbled before he pulled out the eagle's leg, completely separate from its body, and removed the piece of paper tied to it. Unraveling it, he read its contents, and his face slowly turned emotionless, before he looked up at Esha.