The arrival of news to Windstorm

[Simone]

OOC Disclaimer: This is something I post with a heavy heart, and it is something I decided a while back I just was not sure how to do it. I came to this decision for many reasons, all of which are personal. I do not want anyone to think that this choice has anything to do with them. Nor does it mean I will no longer be around (time permitting). However, at this point I know there is no way I can continue to play this character... I just do not have the time or, honestly, the passion to play her anymore. I will come into the room perhaps later tonight (Wed. June 11, 2014) to bring the messenger in... There are at least 2 characters that I hope to have present at the time (if possible of course) If not, I will come back to make sure they get the message.. Both characters probably know who they are Again... Please don't take this as a negative thing.. It's just something I have to do.

The Passing of the Lady in Red

Months had passed since Simone made the decision to leave the lands of Windstorm. The truth was, she hadn’t intended to be gone for nearly as long as she was. A short journey was her only intention, one to help her deal with personal matters that had arisen. She left by sea, choosing not the ship she was more comfortable taking, not the ship that she normally travelled by. There were reasons for this decision as well, though she kept those reasons to herself.

When she left, she mostly travelled to places she’d never been, though she took some time in Sicily to visit with her family, especially since it was once more safe for her to be there. Her visit home was brief, and strained, though that proved to be of little surprise to Simone.

As the months passed and Simone was able to come to terms with the matters that had arisen in her life, she begun planning her trip back to Windstorm Castle, back home where she’d left her friends, loved ones, and those she had come to consider her family. Gaining passage on a ship headed that direction was simple enough, she had passed time in locations by offering her services as a seamstress.

However, what she didn’t realize as she boarded the ship that would take her home, is the fact that it would never arrive. It was but an hour into the journey when she began to worry, it started as nothing more than an instinctual feeling that something terrible was going to happen. This feeling sunk her heart and twisted her stomach, though she tried to ignore it as she stood at the ship’s railing washing the water crash by. Perhaps that was the source of her unease, the waves seemed considerably stronger than she was used to, jostling the ship this way and that. Perhaps it was the fact that the ship did not compare to the Gloriarc, upon which she was used to travelling… Or perhaps, just maybe it was the fact that the Captain seemed almost incapable in comparison to Captain Ulbrecht… As these thoughts occurred to her, she could do nothing but shake her head and laugh at the direction her thoughts had taken… Would these thoughts ever cease? No, she imagined not… He was, and always would be the best Captain she had met.

It was when she turned from the railing of the ship that she saw the dark rolling clouds coming in from the opposite direction she had been facing, and just as she laid eyes upon them a gust of wind picked up forcing her to reach up and clasp her travelling cloak tighter about her shoulders before she would head indoors to wait out the impending storm.

A few weeks after the storm struck, another travelling ship happened upon the ship’s wreckage. It wasn’t until the ship was identified that a messenger was sent out to. Messengers went to notify the families of the known passengers on the ship… It was mostly just the crew’s families who would get notice, but as it happened Simone had made a friend in the town the ship sailed from and it was this friend that would bring word to Windstorm Castle about Simone’s passing………..
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[jordistyra]

Though I did not know ye .. I am saddened to hear ye were lost to windstorm . This being my new home and family I felt the pains they did . Was a loss of words but felt their pain.

(We all have rt that causes some conflict and makes us need to take time be it short times or extended away form the keys and rp . I sure hope to meet a new char in the future or even maybe just ooc. take care of yerself first . Rp is always arround .. real life passes to quick not to enjoy sometimes. Blessed be. )

[Simone]

Don't worry, you will surely get to know this typist A new character will be around. I just do not have the heart to continue Simone due to other reasons. Now that life has finally enabled me to come back to Windstorm, I will, definitely be around

[Simone]

The Sinking of the Ship


There was so much chaos. She could not recall a storm so strong, or perhaps it was that Captain Ulbrecht was so much more adept at handling storms. She couldn’t be sure, all she knew was that the ship was rocketing from side to side enough to make the contents of her stomach twist and flip. She knew her skin must be pale, and she had never in her life suffered sea-sickness… But at the moment, she imagined this must be what people felt like who did suffer it. She dared glance out the porthole to see what was happening and the sheer gale force and rushing of the waves was enough to strike fear into her heart… This time, she was truly frightened! The sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach had now become a gaping maw and she clung to the material of the bed beneath her for dear life. As she sat there she was oblivious to the tears that slipped down her cheeks, she had thought she’d allowed her heart to untangle from her feelings for Captain Ulbrecht, but no… that would never happen, she loved him far too much to let him go that easily… Oh no, here he was clinging to her heart and the thought that she would never again lay eyes upon his face, feel the brush of his fingers against her cheek, or… God help her just for the thought, but to never feel the tender touch of his lips to her own again… Her heart broke with the same ferocity of the waves crashing against the ship. A particularly hard wave crashed against the side of the ship sending her body sailing to the side as the ship nearly capsized… The last thing that registered was the searing pain that shot through her temple as her temple impacted with one of the beams on the side of the cabin she was using and then the darkness swallowed her.
Simone would never see the way the waves and wind tore at the hull of the ship. She would never feel the water as it rushed into the cabin as the ship began to take on water. She would not have to listen to the screams of the men as they were thrown from the ship, or buried under the endless weight of water below decks unable to escape. The blissful darkness that engulfed her when she hit her head would save her from the horror of what this nightmare storm had caused… The cabin started to come apart at the seams like that of a tunic being ripped apart. When the side wall buckled and gave she was sucked out and into the roiling sea, the heavy weight of her skirts dragging her body down, deeper into the ocean, taking away her buoyancy that would otherwise enable her unconscious form to float.

The Rescue & Aftermath


Perhaps it was a final act of kindness, perhaps it was a desire to see someone survive… None would ever know what possessed the Captain to do what he did next. Clinging to a piece of driftwood after the worst was over, the Captain saw as the ship finally sunk below the surface, a sorrow so deep at the tragedy struck him… But it was the flash of powder blue that caught his eye… There was but one person that powder blue could belong to, the woman whom he had granted passage to, the one who wanted to get home… He could not help but wonder if she had a family waiting for her, friends, children… All he knew was that if this ship was found none would know her, none would think to give her family word… and any that cared for her would suffer of her never returning… Perhaps that is what pushed him to let go of the driftwood he clung to and swim to her sinking form… The use the knife strapped to his hip to cut the heavy gown from her form… Sure, it left the poor woman in nothing more than a under-dress but it was better than being pulled to the bottom of the ocean by the weight of those skirts and corset. Only time would tell if the two were saved… He could find no one else clinging to life, but the wound to the woman’s head was evidence of why she was not trying to swim, to survive… There was nothing, under the circumstances that he could do for the blood that poured freely down her cheek to stain the material of her under-dress crimson, the color of her hair wet hair… But he could at least attempt to keep her alive. Using a large piece of the ship her wrapped her arms over it and let it keep her afloat as he tried to find the driftwood he’d earlier used himself.
The tragic end of this story comes when hours later another ship is passing by the area and notices the wreckage… They pulled what bodies they could from the Ocean but they had no way of knowing who the ship belonged to or where it went… So they would give the bodies a decent burial. The woman struck them as odd was that it was not often a woman was upon a ship… But what surprised them even further was that somehow, miraculously, she was still alive. Horribly wounded by a head injury, other minor scrapes, cuts, and bruises, and possibly a broken arm, but she was breathing faintly.
Once the woman was on board they immediately called their healer from below decks to help see to her and she was transferred below decks and tended to. Her arm set and bandaged with a splint to hold it in place. The head would stitched haphazardly though it would probably leave a scar, she would be lucky that any scar would settle into her hair line and be noticeable only by those that knew her well or were looking for it. She was then wrapped in blankets and kept warm, hot soup, tea, and bread were gathered for her though they were unable to wake her.

Days had passed since the unknown woman had arrived in the med rooms. Whispers and gossip about the mysterious woman travelled through the village, and intrigued everyone. Not least of all, the Queen. As soon as she had been informed of the new charge she had asked after the woman, and spoken to the Captain of the ship that had brought her to Dragon’s Hallow. After a few days had passed, and all reports still noted that the woman had yet to awaken, the Queen decided she would go and see the woman for herself.
Elizabeth L’Amour walked through the halls with a heavy heart as she made her way to the infirmary, she did not understand what ailed the woman past the obvious. She heard that the woman had a gash upon her head, but it had been tended to and seemed to be healing well enough, however the young woman still would not wake… And now, she was more worried than even curious, none knew of where the woman came from, if she had family, and due to this she had no way of informing those that cared for the woman, worried for her, of her condition… and it saddened her.
She did not need to be directed to the woman when she approached the infirmary... there were few residing there at the moment and the woman lay like a doll upon her bed. Her skin was pale, and her body had begun to grow thin… a furrow creased Elizabeth’s brow as she took up a seat next to the bed. If she had not known better, she would have assumed the woman only slept in a peaceful slumber.