Comedy of Errors

Subject: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:39 am

Have you ever heard the phrase ‘staring daggers into someone’? Well the events I experienced earlier today give that particular saying a whole new meaning. Today started like any other normal day of the week. I woke up to the rising sun in the strong arms of my husband, we enjoyed a little wake up workout, had some breakfast, got dressed, and then we went our separate ways for work.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:40 am

I warped straight in to my office so I could get some reports written up and sent off before my assistant came in with all the latest castle gossip I was missing out on now that I no longer lived within it’s stone walls. Don’t get me wrong, I love Madeline to death, she’s a huge help and keeps me up to date on the castle news, but the girl is a bit much to deal with first thing in the morning.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:40 am

I’m not exactly a morning person, though I’m not a grumpy old bear either, I just like to wake up slowly, enjoy my mornings if you will, and having an exuberant young lady practically squealing my ears off in her high pitched almost shrill voice was not something I handle before at least a pot of strong tea.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:41 am

Most of the time I’d prefer to put her off until after lunch, but with her so close to the office I rarely ever make it to lunch without seeing her at least once. Enough of that, back to my story. So this day was like any other, I was in the office getting as much work done as I could before Madeline’s first interruption of the morning.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:41 am

I had only gotten through a few reports before I heard the commotion outside my door. It sounded like a scuffle, papers hitting the floor, a teleorb rolling off the desk, all sounds I shouldn’t be hearing outside the door of the magistrate. Then she screamed, I knew it was Madeline because no other human being could sound quite so girly when screaming in fright.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:42 am

Jumping from my seat, I rushed to the door and threw back the heavy wooden plank. The scene laid out before me made all the blood in my body rush to my head. I am almost certain that I went deaf for a moment because all I could hear was the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:42 am

The blood vessels running behind my eyelids started to pulse, sending the lids twitching menacingly. My personal assistant was sprawled across her now empty desk. Everything that had previously been on top of it littered the floor all around. Covering her now half clothed body was a young man, close to the same age as my husband.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:43 am

His shoulder length hair was dark and stringy from lack of washing. His clothes suggested that he worked some job consisting of hard labor and didn’t launder the items between work days. Even in my deafening rage I could smell him, the unmistakable scent of well labored man. The dried perspiration that had seeped into his clothes, the fresh sweat dampening his bronzed skin, hell I could almost smell the hardened skin of his undoubtedly calloused hands.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:43 am

If I weren’t a happily married woman and a respectable magistrate on her way to being hailed a true noble I would no doubt find myself getting weak in the knees, and possibly wet elsewhere. Thankfully I did have a strapping, not to mention gorgeous, husband at home who had satisfied me impeccably just this very morning so I wasn’t falling victim to the muscled god’s charms.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:44 am

Nope, I was far too pissed to even entertain the briefest fantasy of his broad body pressing down atop mine in some random hay loft in the city, nor did the thought of his sword being hilt deep in my sheath ever cross my mind. From the scream I had heard, I was under the assumption that my assistant was being attacked and I was going to have to defend her, but when I open the door ready to strike, I see her laid on her back on top of the desk I provided getting ready to let this Adonis have his way with her before work.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:44 am

Since my practically ripping the door from it’s hinges made enough noise to announce my presence, Madeline looked up to me with bright eyes wide with horror. “Oh my god! Lady Nicole! I didn’t know you were already here. Oh god, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Shane get off of me. Put that thing away.”

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:45 am

Had I not been so upset at this point I would have gotten quite a laugh out of watching the young lady scramble to right her clothes while also trying to help Shane, formerly Adonis, stuff his rather large monster back into his too tight breeches. Looking back on it now I can laugh, and entertain a hint of jealousy at the sight of that trouser snake, don’t worry, Darius is the perfect size for me, anything larger and I would be in serious pain each time we make love, hell one round under that beast Shane is packing and I would be down for the count.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:45 am

But I digress. Fresh egg farm boy finally got his kregon back into his britches and Madeline covered all her girly bits, but I wasn’t even close to being calmed down just yet. I was still seeing red, and I don’t just me the healthy rosy color of the boy’s member. Even though my recent life had been filled with much happiness, I hadn’t fully recovered from the emotion imbalance suffered during my brief visit to the nether stream.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:46 am

I still had times where I found it difficult to keep hold of my emotions, and this just happened to be one of those times. Since magic is so closely tied with emotion, at least in my case it is, I can only propose that was the cause for what happened next. All I knew as I stood there, fuming in my office doorway, was that I was staring at the amorous young man with murderous intent.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:46 am

I don’t remember lashing out, in fact I don’t think I even moved my hands at all. One second I was silently wishing the man more pain than he had ever known and a heartbeat later the poor lad was cringing on the floor, twisting his body into the fetal position, holding onto his head for dear life, and screaming like he was being castrated with a blunt and rusty spoon.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:47 am

Then before I could even send the command from my brain to my muscles to move and help the young man, Madeline’s hands clutched her head and she joined her suitor on the floor, writhing in pain. In the confusion that clouded my mind, my concentration was cut off abruptly and the two ceased their screaming, though they remained on the floor and still held their heads.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:48 am

At some point my body remembered how to move and I knelt between the now prone bodies. “Are you two alright? What happened? Can you open your eyes? Can you even hear me?” I was firing off one question after the other in rapid succession. I had no idea what was going on, I could barely come up with any plausible theories.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:48 am

Had they contracted some sort of sexually shared sickness that caused such massive attacks in the mind? Had they been poisoned? Was there some evil mage lurking nearby that had sent a wave of energy outward to attack the minds of these poor souls? A few minutes later the two appeared to fully recover and some of my questions were answered.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:48 am

They hadn’t shared any sexual sicknesses, at least not to their knowledge, and neither had been poisoned, but there had been a mage nearby who had evidently sent out that wave of energy to attack their minds. It had been me. Madeline, being a mage herself albeit a much weaker one than myself, could feel the magic flowing from me in the split second before her pain had started.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:49 am

I refused to believe it at first, I couldn’t do anything like that, not with my mind anyway. But as the girl and her beau protested and worked to convince me that I had in fact sent the attack, I began to think back to my first morning as the wife of Darius Lyrus. That morning he and I both had experienced a surge of sorts in our mental capabilities, maybe this was related to that.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:49 am

I apologized to the two young citizens and gave both the day off. I was certain Shane’s employer wouldn’t argue with the city magistrate over one little day off, especially not if I explained what I had accidently done to his loyal employee. I still can’t believe what I did, to have somehow cast a wave of energy strong enough to cause the pain I saw those two suffer so clearly, all without so much as a wave of my hand.

Subject: Re: Comedy of Errors Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:50 am

Honestly I was afraid. I spent a good chunk of time staring at myself in the looking glass. When had I stopped being the kind daughter my mother had raised? When had I turned in to this woman capable of causing harm and pain to others, capable of such destruction? The one thing I am thankful for that has come out of today is that I possess a healthy fear of the power within me, I can only hope that will continue to be present and reduce my chances of becoming drunk with the magnitude of this new revelation.
Silver Mage Mastery – Psychic Impulse (A)