Signs of life at the House of Death

[Azara]

There’s movement, once more, at Qu`ellar d`Aphyon. The Mistress of the Keep has sent word home that she is returning.

After years of searching for her husband, ShaKa, having heard rumors that he had disappeared, she’d listened to the wind and caught the whisperings that he would return, just not when. Abandoning her quest, she is returning home to make sure the house is prepared for whenever that event occurs. It matters not how long the waiting will take, she will wait.

Until then, a messenger has been sent to make sure that the holdings are brought back to the way it had been when she and ShaKa had been present. Rooms to clean, halls to prepare, kitchens to begin preparing for a working household.

When she is back, there will be positions to fill, allies to make, and holdings to keep safe.

**OOC: The life being brought back to the House of Death is for RP purposes only. The house has no current Noble at its helm, no political clout, and no Empire at its backing. For all that, it will be run as if ShaKa will be returning at any given time.

[alexis]

The dreams had started once again after many years. Images of the Keep. His voice at her ear. Calling to her to return home. More than once she had woken up screaming. After yet another night of dreams she rose from her bed determined to find out what was going on. She left her house early that morning. The wolf with her as they headed out to the now abandoned Keep that had once been the stronghold of Lord Shaka and his Lady Azara. She had moved up the steps. Stopping at the front doors. Though she was unable to bring herself to go inside.
The sound of the wolfs low growl roused her from her thoughts. She turned to look over her shoulder to see what had him behave in such a way. And found one lone man...standing far enough away that he may be able to get away from the wolf if he needed to. He pulled something from his pocket. A folded piece of parchment and held it out to her. A brow raised as she swiveled on the balls of her booted feet and moved down the steps towards him. Under the watchful eye of the massive wolf that was her familiar.
She plucked the parchment from his grasp. Unfolding it to carefully read what was written inside. Her gaze flicking upwards once more to land on the man a moment. She reached into her pocket and handed the man a few coins for his trouble. Sending him on his way. Once more she turned and moved back up the stairs of the Keep. Though this time both hands landed on the knobs and turned. Pushing the doors all the way open before she stepped inside. There was much work to get done in a short amount of time. The Lady of the House was returning home...