Eris' Handmaiden Page 12

Written by the player of Livilla Gandrhela

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Livilla rubbed her temples firmly and closed her eyes.
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“Dammit!” she muttered, brushing a strand of gray hair behind her ear.
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“Why are you bothering me here??” She exclaimed. Lifting her eyes, she glanced at the door. Perhaps it was not in her mind?
Pushing her stool out and standing up, the aged spiritmistress moved towards the door, opening it slightly.
“Sarry send us, we needs yur help”
Shutting the door, Livilla sighed heavily. The norsewoman returned to the table and began methodically cleaning up her work, returning all of the leftover ingredients to their places on the shelves.
“So it wasn’t you, eh?” she whispered sadly.
Finishing her tidying, Livilla pulled back her hair, and knitted it into a braid. It was bad enough that it had all gone gray—she would at least be sure the visitors didn’t see it in its current state of disarray. Good thing the dead had no concern for appearances.
Returning to the door, the spiritmistress opened it fully. Before her stood three kobolds, staring directly at her. Beside the older male was a human woman, who strangely enough did not acknowledge her presence.
“Come in,” she spoke, stepping aside so the kobolds could enter. “You say Sarry sent you?” She asked.
Knuth stepped forward and spoke. “Him did. Korbel here…” she motioned at the young kobold, “him find dis lady, she wash up on beach, she luked ded, but she weren’t, me feel somtin wit her tho, som spirit, but it not talk to me, an it not talk to Sarry, an him send me here,” she gasped for breath and paused. Korbel giggled slightly, listening to Knutha tell the story with as much excitement as he had when he first returned from the beach.
Livilla pondered, “so there is a spirit with her, that is not her own.” Knutha nodded.
“I see.” Livilla focused on the captive woman, narrowing her eyes as she called on the spirit plane. Stumbling slightly, she clutched at her chest. “He is in great pain…I have never felt such sorrow.”
A voice cried out in her mind, “Kada”
Livilla’s eyes glazed over as she whispered softly, “Kadatha?” The pain in her chest eased slightly as she spoke. The norsewoman turned to the kobolds. “You need to get Kadatha.”
Darrius nodded. “Darrius go, me knows where to find her.”
Livilla turned to Knutha as Darrius left the house. “She has done something terrible, at least in this spirit’s eyes.” The elder spiritmistress spoke. “His soul has been bound to her for a long time, eating at her mind.” Livilla looked at the fragile woman in disbelief. “She doesn’t look so menacing now, but I suppose we should secure her. Hel knows I trust the dead more than a Christian.”
Livilla led the woman towards a door in the back of the house. Opening it, she guided the captive down a flight of dark steps. “You probably want to stay up there,” she shouted to the kobolds. With her voice came a musty, putrid stench, floating out of the open door. Korbel shivered slightly. “Oh by the way, the spirit was a kobold,” Livilla yelled.
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