Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170221004505

There is a gentle knock at the door. A muffled voice enters the room. "Dad? Mail's here."

"Okay hon, be out in a minute."

Thomas' voice is distracted and muted by his hand as he strokes his short beard. He sits in a chair in front of a large blackboard, his eyes going over the glowing runes that cover it from edge to edge. His eyes scan the formulas for the hundredth time that day, his brows creased.

With a sigh he stands and leaves his study, accidentally knocking over a stack of books in his distraction. "Shit," he mutters, before exiting the room.

He walks up to Regina who is seated at the table, reading a letter that has arrived as a scroll. He runs his fingers through his hair as he sits down heavily in the chair next to her. With a sigh, she rolls the scroll back up and sets it aside.

"From your father," she says, laying her hands on top of each other on the table and looking out the window. Her voice is soft. "Arenesse hasn't had any for hundreds of years."

"I didn’t think so, but it was worth a shot," Thomas says, not looking up.

"Did you speak to Tobias today?"

"I did, and he asked about it yesterday. Thundergrim said the Fatherhallers haven't seen any in nearly as long, and not in nearly enough quantity." Thomas idly picked up a flower from the centerpiece and began twirling it in his fingers slowly. "Just because there isn't any here doesn't necessarily mean that there isn't any further east, though. I just have to look. Or..." He paused.

"...The ruins?" Regina turns and looks at him.

"It's the best lead I've got. If nothing else it'll be a good place to start..."

Regina reaches over and begins running her fingers through his hair slowly. "You don't sound very convinced."

"It's because I'm not. I was as thorough as I could have been when I took you out of there." Thomas reaches up and pulls his wife's hand to his mouth, holding it there. He kisses it, feeling the simple ring that bands her finger.

Regina stands and bends over slowly, kissing him on top of his head, her lips lingering. Without uttering a word, she says everything: 'I love you, and trust you, and know you'll do everything within your power.'

Again, her voice is soft. "I'm going to go start dinner." Her fingers trail along Thomas' shoulders as she walks away.

Thomas sits hunched at the table. He looks over at the scroll from his father, then to the pile of mail. His hands sort idly through the envelopes until he comes to a black embossed one addressed to him.

"...Vampiric Covenant?"

With cautious curiosity, he opens it and begins to read.

(Ok Scorn, fast forward to the point to where I teleport in?)