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Alija hears some heart-breaking and life-changing news.

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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

His Last Will and Testament

Postby Alija on September 21st, 2015, 9:01 pm

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1st Fall 515

It was a new season, a new day ready to be seized. There was no work that day, Rals declaring that it was time that they all took a day off, and Alija felt that it was time to spend with Kial. Ever after the adoption, the two had been busy, or rather, Alija had been busy, and Kial had spent too much time alone. He didn't mind it, as he had the dogs to look after him and the other children on his street to play with, but Alija wasn't happy with it. Today, she would change that.

To start, she made him a breakfast that would have been fit for a king if she hadn't burnt it, the pancakes black and charred. They tasted strange too, as if the recipe she had borrowed had been wrong. Her hard work and limited rations had to been thrown to the dogs, and they instead ate the stale bread in silence, Alija embarrassed from her mishap.

Then, she had tried to treat him to a present, but it seemed like no shop stocked toys anymore, nothing for a young boy like him to play with. That walk around Zeltiva had ended badly, with a short burst of rain at the very end, and they returned back to their cottage soaked through their skin.


And the cottage was too small for them and the two dogs. They had been struggling to fit them all in, Kial and Alija taking turns on an old bedroll she had borrowed, but the ground was hard and cold, and neither like it. There was no privacy either, and if either wanted some time alone, they would have to wait for the other to leave. They needed a new place to stay, and soon, or the two would become sick of each other.

But Alija was still determined to make this a good day. One final walk down to the beach, she decided, would do both of them good, and hopefully this wouldn't be ruined too.

She had finally managed to drag Kial away from where he sulked in the corner when a knock sounded on the door. Strange, as she rarely had visitors. It came again, and Alija left Kial where he was, quickly opening it. Trump bounded over, sniffing curiously at the new man who arrived, who bent over and scratched her lightly behind the ear. Rosco growled lightly at him, warning him not to harm his friend in any way, but the man had no intention to, quickly backing off to show his respect.

It was a man in his mid- to late-thirties, with a large pair of spectacles resting on his crooked nose and a friendly smile. He entered without asking, stamping off his boots before taking a seat beside the table. He slipped the large briefcase he carried with him on the table, pulling out papers and quills until he stopped on one neatly rolled one, placing it on the table.

He gestured for Alija to come beside him and she did, asking Kial to quietly sit on the bed or take the dogs out for the walk. He stayed, obviously curious about what was happening. So was she, and she was about to find out.
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His Last Will and Testament

Postby Alija on September 27th, 2015, 9:17 am

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"I have come regarding your father's will. Very curious, but we must settle it."

Alija's mouth dropped, her hands feeling weak all of a sudden. She sunk into the other chair, confused and terrified at the same time. The man, seeming to just pick up on her confusion, frowned, filing through more documents. "You are Alija Piper, correct? Daughter of Jaiden and Fiona Piper?"

Alija just nodded, unable to say anything. "He's..." she managed to mutter out, before a lump in her throat stopping the next word. The man frowned again, putting the majority of the documents back in his bag.

"I wasn't aware that you didn't know of this. Would you like a few moments to ingest the information?" he asked, getting ready to step out of the little cottage for a while. Alija shook her head, trying to understand what was happening. Everything was fine in her life, until her father's will had come. He was dead. Gone. She would never see him again. Tears built up on her eyes, but she shook them away, gesturing for the man to stay.

"How... how did he die?" she asked, the words heavy with emotion. The man had a flash of thought, before speaking softly, words flying out of his mouth as he tried to explain it. Most flashed by Alija who couldn't listen, but others stuck out.

"... fell in the Aperture... about a season ago..." She didn't know what the Aperture was, but she didn't care. He was dead. He was dead. Alija couldn't believe it however many times she thought it. He wasn't dead, he couldn't be. She would have felt it if he was, she would have known.

Her lies did nothing to comfort her. The stark reality faced her now, in the form of his will, and all she could do was hope he wasn't dead. Kial was beside her, the movement from the bed to her unnoticed. He took her hand, squeezing it tight, knowing what it was like. A season ago, he had lost his own mother too. But Kial was strong and brave, and hadn't denied it. He had just learnt to live with it. Despite his age, he had shown such courage. Alija only wished she possessed half of what he did.
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His Last Will and Testament

Postby Alija on September 27th, 2015, 9:42 am

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The man seemed more nerved after her reaction, his posture sinking and hands showing signs of doubt. They shook a little as he opened the scroll, flattening it against the table so she could read it. Despite his efforts, she couldn't, eyes too full with tears. Instead, he explained it out loud.

"You are the only inheritor of all his worldly possessions. Everything has been left in your name. Would you care to know the some, or is that knowledge already known?"

"Just continue," Alija whimpered, not caring. What did it matter if she had all his possessions, if she didn't have him? There was something more to it, anyway, and although she felt so horrible, a small part of curiosity wanted to know what else the man was about to add.

"However," there it came, the condition she had been certain of, "To claim it, you must make the purchase of the property he had once owned in Nyka: The Ocean's Forge, a blacksmith with living quarters above it, fit for a small family."

Nyka? He had wanted her to move to Nyka, and leave her home, leave her job and leave her friends? But her home was too small anyway, and she had been planning to sell it. Owning her own blacksmith was always her dream, too, and the Armed Scholar could manage perfectly fine without her. As for friends, she had little. None were that close that she couldn't leave.

But it still seemed to much to ask. What if she didn't have the funds to make the journey, or to purchase the house? What if she was unable to live freely in Nyka as she did in Zeltiva, as she was only a foreigner there, never having even visited the city once. She had only heard of the ruthless monks that controlled it. Nothing that made it seemed at all hospitable.

Kial looked at her, and she at him. "Kial, what do you think?" she asked, wanting the decision to be on someone else's shoulders. It was mean to put such a big responsibility on a child, but he had more reasons to stay, and more reasons to go.

"Alija, I don't know." While he claimed to have no opinion in his answer, Alija could see that he wanted to take this chance. Zeltiva held too many bad memories for him, and he hated it. A change wouldn't be a bad thing.

"We'll do it."

The man nodded. "The ship leaves on the night between 2nd and 3rd. I'll see you there." And he was gone quicker than he had come.
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His Last Will and Testament

Postby Anuk on February 27th, 2018, 12:21 pm

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G R A D E


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Rhetoric +1
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Jaiden Piper: Deceased
Jaiden's Will & Alija's Inheritance
Nyka: Controlled by ruthless monks

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Smithy & housing in Nyka


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