Corsairs and Corsets RPG

[Arien]

Alethea climbed the grand stairs to her room. As she was walking down the corridor that lead off to the left she past Meirelle, who had just finished putting her things back into her bedroom, she smiled and nodded at the maid as she past and was met by the same. She kept heading towards her bedroom, but as she reached the magnificent double doors leading into it she veered off to the right and came face to face with a large book shelf. Alethea stepped forward and ran her hand along the middle row stopping at a red leather bound book. She pulled it out carefully supporting its weight with her other hand, the other books slid to take its place. She carried the book into her room, kicking the door shut behind her. She dropped the book on to her desk and sat herself down in the chair beside it. Alethea stared in the mirror across the small room.

This room was quiet small, and she never really used it at all. It was decorated with neutral colours, very plain and there was almost no furniture. Just a desk, a smallish double bed, a unused fire place, a wardrobe and a couple of chairs. Of course this was not her real room, her real room was concealed from any visitors she may have. And although her mother insisted that it was pointless Alethea having her room concealed as no one but herself should be entering her room, there were certain thing that she preferred to keep to herself. Plus you could never be too careful.

Alethea opened the book to reveal what seemed like a normal book except for the key hidden in the spine. She picked up both the key and the book and made her way to the wardrobe. She slid the key into the lock on the front. She opened the door while carefully balancing the book in her other hand and stepped through into her actually room. The door shut automatically behind her and she heard the click of the lock. Now this was more like it, seven marble steps lead down the floor, her room was open planned except for the washroom. This made her room extremely big. It took up nearly all of the west wing of their estate and was decorated in an Umbrian high class fashion. Lavish gold, and bronze material hung from the glorious windows which were across the wall facing the entrance to her room. Along the wall to her right were bookshelves which contained books on weaponry, to Elvish Lore, from tactical study books to herb lore. She had read most already and was aware of many of the cultures that surrounded her, as well as her own and her adopted one.

A little on from the book shelves were various cupboards that contained maps of Middle Earth, an assortment of poisons, herbs and weapons. The weapons consisted mainly of crafted daggers and knives as Alethea saw no need to carry other such weapons around with her unless she were to carry a sword underneath her corset! But in truth she was not too skilled in combat, she could maybe fight if she had to but Alethea preferred to stick to the more conventional method of fighting with her mind. After that came an assortment of comfortable chairs that were placed neatly around small tables.

And so directly opposite her was a grand fireplace, with its fire already burning. To her left was a marvellous four post king sized bed draped with bronze and gold fabric and a muslin bedspread. And all around the room was watched by huge paintings of Corsair heroes and noble women who were just like her mother, sister and herself. She wondered to the bed and threw down to book with its key. She walked into the washroom which had no windows but was dimly lit by the small fire place in one corner. She drew a bath for herself even though it was not even early evening yet. She climbed into the bath which was full to the brim with warm water and soap bubbles.

Now her thoughts trailed to Adrama who she had met earlier that day. The girl seemed much like her self, personality wise and she was excited to meet her again and discuss more why she did not like Findulas. Alethea had also said to that she too hated Findulas. Whether she had said it to encourage their friendship or whether she actually hated her was not yet decided on. But Alethea imagined that Adrama might be an asset, not as a device to use but maybe as a friend. She set in her mind that after she had bathed she would make her way outside to find Mierelle and bid her send a message to Adrama so they could meet the next day, in the public garden which was situated only a few minutes away from them both.