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358.333333 | 2020-12-18 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Village\n\n\n\"There's too many of them!\" He spoke, twisting his sword as he get himself into his combat stance and prepared himself to fight for what is to come. Their enemies outnumbered them greatly, from his view. What troubles him the most in this situation was the archers from the rooftop, that is.\n\n\"Form a spearhead formation! Shields up!\" He commanded as he raise his blade to signal his forces. If they were to retreat from this place, they would've make their way outta here then. Supposedly, soldiers that are armed with shield stood on the front, holding the line while defending the ones that were following them from behind. They can raise the shield up to block projectiles at them in any cases, that is.\n\nHe looked back at the elderly knight with a serious look on him and gave him a nod to lead the charge. The fellow knight helped the wounded man on his shoulders and left it to one of the mens to take care of him as he gather along the others in the rearguard.\n\n\"Vaughn,\" He commanded his friend. \"Help the old man, will ya?\" He said, looking at him with a smile he could hardly bring over his face despite the situation before doing his job."
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The streets of the village**\n\n\"Flank them!\" From atop one of the rooftops, Viktor Randholh commanded the bandits to surround the small group. The blond boy's intent was making sure the soldiers would get attacked from all directions, preventing them from making a shieldwall. Interestingly enough, only the bandits followed his command without question. His fellow brotherhood members were more reclutant to follow his orders.\n\nThe next clash was fierce. The undisciplined brigands crashed against the serrated ranks of the soldiers, and blood began to cover the slabs of the street. Some kids of the sable brotherhood joined them not long after. Blades and lances sunk deep into the flezh, tearing skin and limbs as their made their way out of the bodies with swift eficiency. Battlecries and shouts of rage mixed with screams of pain as the melee grew thicker, but eventually the bandits had to retreat.\n\nThey had managed to wound several members of the garrison, but they had killed none. By contrast, several of thier own laid cold on the ground, while others were still letting out deafening screams and contorting on the ground from their pain-induced spasms.\n\nHubert himself had managed to wound one of the black reavers in the chaos, and an unusual one at that. A kid, no more than fourteen, if his appearance was anything to go by. Quite the odd sight among the largely pubescent members of his gang. Randholm shouted at him from atop his rooftop as soon as he fell back from combat:\n\n\"Reywin, you little pussy! It's a fucking old man! Get back into the fight and kill him! You got ten men by your side, stop being fucking useless!\""
},
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Village streets\n\nThe battle was fierce, and bloody as hell as it should be. It was no expectation to the fellow knight as this was bound to happen already the moment they made their decisions. Most of them were scattered before they could form the formation, but they stayed in small groups. Bryan had three of his men at his side when it happen, and eventually, they engaged.\n\nHe didn't even move. He held at his position as he waited for his foes to come forward to him instead. He punched one bandit, who stumbled backward after a attempt charge, whirled to slice the throat of another charging bandit behind him at ease with his longsword due to its long range of attack, then completed a full circle to seize another bandit's head and slam it into the dusty, hard-packed earth. Before bringing his own self down to his knees as he thrust his blade into the man's heart deeply to make sure he was gone. \n\n\nHe looked up for a moment, catching his breath. He had the gist of the battle in his mind. The gruesome and crimson liquid spills over his helmet. He looked over at his small group of men that were with him. Two of them were fine, but one seems to has been stabbed in the stomach.\n\n\"He's bleeding,\" The bearded-haired soldier spoke. He said in a quick manner due to the situation before them. \"But he'll live.\" He pointed out, trying to reassured the fellow knight. Bryan nodded in response, and went on to aid the others as cunning as he could. \n\nAs he ran to save one of the men who were about to get killed by one of the bandits and got it in time, the fellow knight turned to see who was shouting from above as he heard. It was the blonde man he encountered during his short-lived prison in the caves, ordering peoples to do his deeds. *Fight like a man.* That's what he thought of. Talking won't do anything until you do it by yourself.\n\nBefore he could call out to him about it, he was intercepted by one of the bandits just in time to block a blow from him and engaged with him in battle at ease."
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{
"author": "thetitan4016",
"message": "Vaughn, Harronheart Village Streets\n\nVaughn fought long and hard in the face of battle as he swung his double edged blade from left to right. A sense of unwavering tenacity came over him as he desperately wanted to save the village people. To his surprise however, a bandit would charge him as the man came charging down toward him with a spear. Luckily for Vaughn, he quickly leapt to the side before swinging his sword toward the man's chainmail armor. As it landed a small sleek sound was heard as the man fell back onto his back. Red crimson droplets made there way from the wound as Vaughn dug his blade into the man's chest. As he removed the blade his sword, stained with blood shimmered from the daylight. He would continue to push through with his small group as a fierce look crossed his face. He kept his ground as he did not shy away from a fight worth fighting. In his left hand, his shield rose as he noticed the archer from afar aiming to take him out. As the arrow landed, hitting the shield he was shifted back a bit before making a charge for the archer. With a hard grip his hand held the double edged blade.\nAs the archer continued to fire he kept the shield raised until ramming into the bandit. The bandit was taken off of his feet before ramming into a wall. Before the archer knew it, a sharp, iron short sword was stabbed into him by Vaughn. As Vaughn heard the man's last dying breaths he would mumble \"Peace be with you\", before turning back into the raging battle."
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Harronheart Village**\n\nDespite being outnumbered, the men of the Ibbish army began to gain the upper hand, the attacks of the bandits were ever weaker, and the iron wrought discipline of the soldiers was more than enough to outmatch the unruly mob of reavers. The lordsblood reavers of the sable brotherhood were individually skilled, but fought without order or cohesion. Soon, they began to flee, in spite of Randholm's commands.\n\nThe bandits began to find themselves short on men, many of them had abandoned the fight and didn't return. They could be preparing an ambush, but if they were doing so, then they were tactiacally incompetent: there would get no other chance to crush the garrison after this fight.\n\n\"Rout the bastards!\" Shouted Horace. He killed methodically and mercilessly, carving a path trough the retreating ennemy formation.\nIt was at this moment that Randholm fled the battle. He abandoned his minions and jumped on a horse to attempt an escape, but Hubert pulled a lance from a corpse and threw it at the young reaver, impaling him before he could kick his horse.\nAfter that the battle was won, the remaining bandits and lorsblood punks turned tail and tried to escape any way they could, but many got killed in their retreat.\n\nEventually, only the bodies of nineteen bandits and eight of the sable kids remained. It had cost the garrison the lives of four of their men."
},
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Seeing the bandits along its allies flees, Bryan returned his longsword back into its place easefully as he should be. He opened the visor of his helmet, filled with blood splattering on the side of it. And eventually, he took off his helmet shortly after. \"Set up a camp nearby,\" He said, looking over at one of the soldiers at his side. \"We gotta tend to the wounded, help those who still can be saved.\" He stated, before looking back at the elderly knight with a concern look.\n\n\"We should head back to the castle, we leave a few of us at here to kept a lookout for the village. We need to gather the others over here and some supplies as well.\" He suggested."
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{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Harronkeep Town**\n\n\"Lords! Lords!\" One of the soldiers had come back from the porsuit. \"The horses! They stole our horses!\"\n\nSo that's why the bandits had abandoned the battle. They had seen the stallions outside and, many if them had abandoned their comrades in order to steal them.\n\n\"No time to rest,\" Said Hubert. But he was almost out of breath \"They think they can attack my castle. And as long as a single one of them believes they can get anything from Harronheart other than death, our job is not done. We still haven't made an example out of them.\""
},
{
"author": "validun",
"message": "\"How many horses are there still to be remain?\" The fellow knight quickly distinctly asked the soldier who tell them about it. *There should be a few horses left around, there's gotta be.* He thought."
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"It's no use,\" Said Hubert. \"Each one must've taken a couple horses by the reins. But we have not a second left to lose: we march!\""
},
{
"author": "thetitan4016",
"message": "Vaughn, Harronheart Town\n\n\"Well on with it.\"\nHe would say with a determined expression. He held in double edged blade in hand along with a small wooden shield in his left. \"Why way?\""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Harronheart town\n\n\"The same way we came,\" Answered Hubert. \"Don't waste time, but let's not be too hasty either: we need to be combat ready.\"\n\nAnd with those words, he began to lead the garrison towards the castle."
},
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"author": "thetitan4016",
"message": "Vaughn, Harronheart Town\n\nWith the words from Hubert, Vaughn would give him a nod before grabbing hold of his sword and shield before marching forward towards the way he had came."
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "*Father,\n\nI know it has been quite some time since we last spoke, but I have news. I attended the Council of Marin in Taemar that had been called to deal with the plague that has ravaged the continent. I hope you were spared from it. I had a lot of advice that the world leaders thought valuable. Many of them said I was the finest antiquities dealer they had ever met.\n\nQueen Lucrezia was also in immediate need of a man to secure an opportune political marriage in the North, and due to the plague, there wasn't another available. Others would have offered if she didn't take it in the moment, so I was chosen. The marriage was at the council. I'm sorry you couldn't be there. I'd be lying to say it was my choice. The girl is Lady Anna Barrmount of the Iron Plaines in The Witherlands. And when I say girl, I mean adult woman. I should have said woman. I didn't want to waste the ink writing this whole letter again. Anyway, she's coming to live with me in Ibethiel because she escaped while her older sister, Sybil, Lady of the Iron Plaines is being held hostage. There's some lunatic lord leading a rebellion up there. I've forgotten some of the details, but that was the reason for the marriage. She offered her hand to anyone that would send an army North. Lucrezia wanted a mercenary contract. Anna is very pretty, though. A kind heart as well.\n\nI also had a change in title. I was once the Royal Antiquities Dealer. Now, I'm Lord Royal Antiquities Dealer. I'm not sure what all that means yet, but at the very least, it sounds like I won't be living above my shop anymore.\n\nI'm hoping this reaches you soon because I wanted to request you come to Hexrakes so we can spend Hogcock together now that I have a wife that I would like you to meet. I think mother would have liked her.\n\n-Kirk*"
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Hexrakes \n\nLei was wandering the town's local shops out of curiosity. He was eager to see what kinds of wares and technology they had available here. Perhaps he could find something useful to apply to his current designs. While he was looking around, he eventually caught interest when he found another metal worker's shop. \n\nLooking around, the young meister entered the shop and admired the fine artistry of the blacksmith who lived here. \n\n\"Hello?\" Lei called into the shop as he peered around, eventually catching sight of a man within its walls. \"Good noon sir.\" The young man smiled at him cheerily."
},
{
"author": "rothvass",
"message": "Adelbrand Wendel Vinterling | Hexrakes \n*Adelbrand is hammering away at a Spring steel rod. His hammer a two and a half pound hammer for drawing out the steel into a angeled taper. His hammer swings are hard and half way on, the rod at a 90 degree angle as he is gripping it by the end with a thick glove, watching the glow recede slowly as the heat dissapates. He can't hear the man, who is to his back as he is swinging the hammer down quick and striking hard, eventually finishing out the middle section as he kept turning it onehundred and eighty degrees to get both sides ready and hammered down to meet the specs the lord want. The Commissioner wanted a ceremonial dagger, so Adelbrand isn't working to hard to get the function of it down correct, simply look like a dagger.*\n\n*Once the heat dies down, he goes back and enters the rod into the furance, turning and looking at Lei but not stopping to make it seem like he noticed him as he continues toward the Bellows, which is on the other side of the Forge as he begins to pump it, the fire kicking up from the wind and blowing through the furance. Once he reheated it up, his brow sweating as he grabbed the metal with a set of tongs, choking them near the top for better manvuerablity as he set back into Hammer away with it. The older blacksmith seems to either not see Lei is there or just doesn't care, his apron worn and old, tools hanging and patched onto his clothes all over his body, a walking blacksmith shop on what he could carry when he wandered . His face is tired, having gotten up early in the morning and got quick to work on this and having to restart it multiple times after the weak metal broke on him, so very much in a pissed off mood while he just kept working.*"
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Hexrakes\n\nLei was in awe of his work. He was not very knowledgeable with the forgery of weapons so this was always something he found interesting. He was a little hesitant to call to this man again as he did not want to bother him. He did seem very focused and tired. He even picked up that the blacksmith was quite frustrated. The meister could only guess the reason. \n\nCurious, hazel eyes watched as the older fellow worked away in the ceremonial dagger before eventually glancing around the shop to admire the metal work this man had on display. \n\n\"Wow...\" Lei whispered softly."
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"author": "rothvass",
"message": "Adelbrand Wendel Vinterling | Hexrakes \n*This wasn't his shop, never was. He was afterall a Traveling blacksmith who rented out shops that werent doing good, so it was cheap most of the time. The metalwork and general items in the shop wasn't his. But he was a skilled Blacksmith back in his prime, when he was early 30s, moving from castle to castle, having his own famous sword, a simple pattern weild longsword that provided both flexible iron core with strong steel exterior, mixing it very well. But those days are past and he is recovering from the drink, he has passion for his work, just not this much or what it use to be anymore. Once he manages to get the metal into a state he thought acceptable he lifted it up with the tongs and dropped it into the water, letting it sizzle and cool down quickly, tempering it to strengthen it some what and a little more, but eventually stopping as it fully cooled down. He puts the Dagger onto the anvil, the Hammer through a belt loop and takes his gloves off.*\n\n*He then quickly turns about face and heads straight toward Lei, his large boots kicking up some dust as he makes sure to quickly get to him, both trying to intimidate and get words quick out of his mouth about what he wants, like a chargining bull. But he stops short of tackling the man as he reaches a hand out, rope burns visible around the Wrist, along with scars and burn scars here and there, his age showing through on his large hands, though luckily no fingers missing as he moves for a handshake.* \"Got a Name? And if so, why are you here?\" *He says in a deeper voice, but more monotone, not exactly gravel but close and flat, a deep soothing voice.*"
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Hexrakes\n\nLei looked towards the man when he heard him approach. He smiled at him, ready to greet him until he witnessed how quickly he was approaching. The slightly frightened young man took a step back as he struggled to fight back his flames that threatened to rise. Luckily, no lights were revealed once the blacksmith opened his palm towards him. \n\n\"Ah- I'm Lei. S-sir!\" He smiled at him, a little embarrassed when he choked on his words. He shook his hand firmly, hoping he did not offend the man. \n\n\"I was looking around for inspiration. I am an inventor.\" He smiled warmly. \n\"I love your work here.\" He looked towards the blades and weapons on display, unaware that he did not craft them. \"I have yet to make anything like this. They look beautiful. \""
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"author": "rothvass",
"message": "Adelbrand Wendel Vinterling | Hexrakes \n*Adelbrand keeps a serious face, while he wasn't all that pissed off at the compliment of another man work infront of him, they werent half of what he use to make back in the day, as his teeth grinds into themself.* \"The shop ain't mine, and the creations aint mine either.\" *He says, crossing his large meaty arms while he looks at Lei, inventor, optomist who need others to make the stuff for them, as they sit and write on paper.* \"Yea, what you want me for, I aint nothing but a lowly blacksmith who is past his prime. If you want 'inspiration', i aint got no money for ya.\" *He says with a laugh, showing his obvious distrust in 'inventors', and disrespect as he turned in the shop, boots pressing against the stone as he grabbed something from a corner, gripping the handle and pulling it up, gripping it with both hands tightly while he pushes the head up over his shoulder, a sledgehammer currently resting on his shoulder, turning back around and looking at the man.*"
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Road to Kelmore**\n\nHaving learned not to turn down a drink from Oreson, no matter how inopportune it may be, Sterling accepted the sherry sack from the portly knight, bringing his horse closer to the carriage. He took a single swig before re-sealing it, somewhat quelling the appetite aroused by the mumbled fantasies of food. \"It's not necessarily that I *Want* Smaller text.\" He then coughed a few times due to the delayed burn of the booze. \"I just get the feeling that it means something, and not knowing what it is unsettles me.\"\n\nSterling glanced at Heath on the other side of the carriage to see if he also wished to partake in the drink, but he at the moment seemed to pay no attention to them. It was unclear if he was suffering his usual morning crapulence or if something else was on his mind. Sterling instead extended it back to Oreson. \"Thanks.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Road to Kelmore\n\nOreson, on the other hand, paid no mind to Heath, leaning up to snatch at his sherry sack and coming down quite ponderously to rest against the back of his cart. The sun was baking him and his face had turned a soft pink, but it didn't seem to bother him. \n\n\"Then settle yourself, my boy,\" He said between sips. He had taken a fist full of nuts from the pouch beside him and was absent mindedly popping them into his mouth. \"Perhaps when we come upon High Hexrakes we can ask them what they make of your bold invitation. We should be over the peaks and into the highlands by midday, isn't that right, dandiprat?\" Ser Oreson looked up to his diminutive nephew, who sat at the front of the cart with reigns in hand, keeping the two palfreys pulling them at an even pace. The boy had forgotten to bring a hat and instead of letting him burn, Oreson had given him his own. The wide brimmed felt hat was slightly too large for his tiny head, though, and the boy had to keep adjusting it. \n\n\"Hold onto those reigns verily, my boy. The mountains are treacherous places even for our sure-hooved friends. Ibethiel has always been a safe place for men of knightly valor, but many a picaroon have been known to make their home in these mountain passes. If we come upon any danger you come into the back of the cart and we valiant men shall—\" Oreson yawned and closed his eyes, \"Spring into action.\" \n\nHe yawned again and spilt the rest of the nuts into his open mouth. He chewed on them as he placed his hands over his chest. After a moment of silence, a blue eye popped open to look at Ser Sterling. \n\n\"Pray, what do you make of the Damsels Falke?\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Road to Kelmore**\n\nSterling thought in silence for a moment before speaking. \"I know that their house seat is Kelmore, where Goose's Green is located. They are probably the most powerful house in Ibethiel besides the Scheer's. Rather, they *Were* Until the Scheers took back the throne and Kron was run out of the kingdom. Then again, while I'm sure they've been a bit directionless without Kron, their holdings likely didn't vanish overnight. As for the daughters themselves, I know very little. However, I will guess if they are inviting some Feyshorian knights with no connection to them along with whoever else may be going, they must have a fair bit of confidence in themselves. In a few days, the world will find out if that confidence was earned or taken in hubris.\"\n\nBefore receiving the invitation, Sterling had known almost nothing, but in an effort to not look foolish in the presence of his host, he had asked those around him with any Ibbish connections what they knew. He hoped it was enough. \"How about you? Have any of your storied adventures given you intimate knowledge of the goings on at House Falke?\""
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"author": "cornlady",
"message": "**Birdie Omorro**\n**Camp on the Road to Kelmore**\n\n\"Mmm.\" Birdie took the cigarette from Romanov's fingers and returned the smile. \"Dangerous in another man's company, perhaps. Here, I assure you, it's not so.\" He took a deep drag and exhaled slowly, letting his breath mix together with the campfire's smoke as it swirled away into the night.\n\n\"Firstly, I can say that the girls deeply appreciate your attendance. It's been incredibly challenging, as you can imagine, to be trapped there, inside a burning House. Their efforts to rebuild the Falke's reputation, and their family's legacy...\" Birdie paused, trying to quell a coughing spasm. \"It takes a great deal of strength, and a greater deal of grit. These are the legs that power stands upon. You've made the right choice, coming all the way here - I assure you.\"\n\nBirdie took another drag and found that it eased his desperation to cough. \"The girls are survivors, but they're true, budding leaders. They're quite different from each other, as you'll find, but they even each other out. I hesitate to speak on their character before they've made their first impressions on you, but as a word of advice, I would direct any pointed questions to Emilia and not to Fran.\"\n-\n\nBirdie considered the cigarette for a moment, then held it back out to Romanov. \"I've loved serving the House for all these years, though it hasn't been without its... Tribulations. But the girls, they're only days short of eighteen, and already full of such ambition. In a few years' time, people will have different words coming out of their mouths when they speak of House Falke, I'll tell you that. You'll be happy to have forged these connections early.\" Birdie took a deep breath. All this talk of the Falkes made his heart ache for home. He stared into the fire, letting his eyes, for a moment, unfocus and blur with the flames. *Burn, burn, burn. All things burn away with time.*\n\nBirdie came back to himself with a start and glanced back up to Meese and Romanov. \"I could ramble on about the House for days, but you'll soon see it for yourself, won't you? Thanks for the company, sirs. A new day truly must be dawning is anyone is curious to hear of House Falke.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Road to Kelmore, the Camp\n\nSer Oreson had fallen asleep. The day's ride and the hot sun had taken the strength from his bones. The back of his cart had been transformed. Shortly after making Camp, Nephew had gotten down from his seat and set to work. Wooden beams had been pitched along the perimeter of the cart's bed, and thick red canvas was stretched between them. With a small amount of hooks and ropework, there was a tent covering the bed of the cart, and a smaller, shoddier one over the driver's seat. \n\nA pair of skinny yellow flags, emblazoned with the bronze buckle of House Buckle of Yarrick, hung limply on the tips of the tent's twin peaks. \n\nSer Oreson's feet, now bootless, stuck out from in-between the flaps of his tent. He must have fallen asleep in the process of taking off his socks, as one of his feet lay bare, while the other was in a state of undress. The sock was a shabby thing, the garter was slung over his thick ankle and the cloth over his big toe was worn away to nothing. So sonorous were his snores that the very canvas walls seemed to vibrate, as if someone was using the tent to saw logs in half. \n\nNephew scarcely had been given time to rest, more concerned with fetching water from a nearby stream, scouring his uncle's great dingy breastplate, and unbridling the twin horses that had spent the day pulling their cart. He had tied their leads to the branches of a tall birch tree and had set out a basin filled with fresh water. They lapped from it happily now, as the squire brushed them down and inspected their hooves for rocks. He did the same with the other horses in the party, and when he was finished, his hands red from scrubbing and his clothes smelling of horse, he sat down at the edge of the fire and made himself a small spot on the top of an squat piece of firewood.\n\nHe cleared his throat and held out the palms of his hands, and after a moment, closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm of the flickering firelight."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Road to Kelmore, The Camp\n\nHeath accepted the cigarette back and flicked the remainder of it into the fire. A coyote wailed far off in the distance, mimicking the bloodcurdling scream of a woman. Back in Old Feyshore, a coyote's cry was often mistaken for that of a banshee. A bad omen, often signifying the death of one's family member. Oreson's snores deepened, drowning out the rest of the night. Heath looked accusingly at Oreson's nephew, somehow finding blame in the boy for his uncle's offenses. The least he could have done was press a pillow to his uncle's face until he stopped making noise. *The least*. The cry of a banshee would then be fitting. After a minute, his wretched snores finally subsided.\n\nHeath pushed his sandy locks from his eyes and settled back in his seat. He thought about how horrified his older sister would be to hear of his attendance to a Falke event. A smile crossed his lips. Perhaps he would forgive Oreson for the kidnapping. However, he would not soon forgive the snoring. \n\n\"We look forward to meeting them,\" Heath said to Birdie. He glanced over at Meese and cocked his eyebrow, elbowing him in the ribs. \"Emilia and Fran sound like they'd be excellent matches for you,\" He said, low enough that Birdie could not hear."
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"author": "lemonsuccubus",
"message": "**Ylva Vilulf**\n**The Streets of the Capital**\n\nThe silent nights of Ibethiel were a great conduit for Ylva finding her peace after sullen days; there were many who prowled on the streets with ill intention, but something about their quiet hunting created both a thrill and sense of placidity in Ylva's conscious. The arid winds coming down from the high mountains were perfect for an evening such as this. The breeze trickled into the few openings of Ylva's robes, worn-out from the many years of nighttime walks that they endured. Her headdress that covered the majority of her scalp, saving a few thick braids that draped past her shoulders, did well in shielding enough wind where her face would not become too chilled. Ylva did not have any need to disguise herself in the city, but hiding away her more brash clothing made her feel more in tune with the melodies of the city's behaviors.\n\nBattered from her exasperating daily duties, Ylva needed to indulge in some mead. Unobtrusively, she entered one of her favorite taverns to grab drinks from, slipping past small crowds of already inebriated individuals who were muttering enough where her presence didn't cause any heads to turn. Ylva wanted to avoid any conversation with the drunken hordes, as they did nothing but give Ylva headaches just thinking about them attempting to hold conversation with her.\n\nShe sat atop a barstool next to a rough-looking woman; which judging by her attire, Ylva assumed she was a vagabond. She had most likely just arrived to the tavern considering the lack of drunken qualities she showed. Ylva showed intrigue in the woman, making this clear by her blatant stare at the woman's face. She was assessing her features—they were no more different than the average individual, but still—something intrigued her about the way the woman carried herself. She ignored her urges to speak to her, though this did not stop the occassional glance."
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"author": "pollo2635",
"message": "**Caspia Stafyen\nUnnamed Tavern**\nWith an idle glance ahead the young foreigner observed the bar, taking into account the personally unconventional scrribles etched on the menu - which was simply the written language of Ibethiel. In spite of this obstacle Caspia adjusted her seating momentarily, gawking ahead in striking ineptness as to await the attention of a barmaid. Meanwhile, her falcon slowly made the effort to crane it's head and stare down Ylva, catching her every glance without shame—.. It's little beady eyes unwavering and unpleasant for some. \n\nEventually having caught sight of the nearest barmaid and beckoning her over, Caspia spoke aloud in a tangled mess of the exotic Ibethielan language, butchered by her accent from that of the Witherlands. She was proficient, but her dialect was shredded by that unfortunate pronunciation. \"Any ale, a small glass of whiskey, and platter of whatever food you have to spare.\" With the subtle placement of proper coinage Caspia felt content, awaiting her drink and grub. \n\nNow, that she was free, followed the stare of her avian-companion. Her muddied and unimpressed stare latched onto that of Ylva, having caught sight of her own ogling, lips taut with detached bewilderment. \"Yes?\" Caspia rasped out, as she was verily assessed by the heiress - her appearance now fully regarded. A head of thick brown hair with the possibility of curling, although currently roused with frizzing from travel; features sharp at the jaw despite bolder and somewhat rounder nearer the nose, and speckled with mild freckles; hair and eyes - that same coloring of dirt - although her eyes had the faintest hue of silver rather than that of a typical underlying hazel. Tucked beneath her worn attire of grassy-greens and dull browns lay the slightest peer of a violet material shrouded in darkness, seen only barely at the collar. Caspia, acknowledging the refused urge to speak, came back stronger with sharp quip and unyielding gawk."
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"author": "lemonsuccubus",
"message": "**Ylva Vilulf**\n**Unnamed Tavern**\n\nYlva became unnerved by Caspia's quick tongue and her companion staring her down. She quickly rotated her head toward the now-disappeared bartender. The hope of having a visual distraction from the hardened tension had faded, so a direct confrontation without anything to take her mind off of the woman was necessary. She had no issues, though Caspia's forthright response had stumbled her. \"What brings you around?\" Ylva inquired, attempting to bring the strain of the interaction weighing down on her to a halt.\n\nShe turned her head back to the woman, observing her features more closely. Caspia looked mishappen; lethargic eyes, untamed hair, and clothes that seemed to be much too worn to be deemed suitable for use. Ylva assumed she looked this way due to traveling, as she did not give off the semblance of a beggar.\n\nThe bartender returned just in time as Ylva finished her question, the aging man sliding Caspia her small glass of whiskey with two heels of bread on the side. The heels of bread were irregularly fresh, a quality of food not seen much in this tavern. Ylva nodded to the man and requested eldeberry mead—one of her favorites. She adored the deep flavors it had which counteracted the usual sweetness of other melomel meads. \"Thank you,\" She softly spoke as the man attended the wine station."
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"author": "pollo2635",
"message": "**Caspia Stafyen\nUnnamed Tavern**\n\nCaspia took a moment to loft the bread from it's silver platter below, thumbs digging into the softness of the fresh loaf as to tear into halves. She then went to reach into her satchel as to retrieve a wrap bundle of dried beef, attempting to wedge it in between the torn loaf previously received. \n\n\"My travels led me here.\" Responded the woman with the makeshift sandwich being brought toward her mouth, jaw going agape for a hefty bite. The Witherslander seemed disinterested a first, talking a moment to indulge on her meal with the occasional sip of whiskey. Perhaps in pity - Caspia eventually found the care to ask; \"What of you?\""
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"author": "lemonsuccubus",
"message": "**Ylva Vilulf**\n**Unnamed Tavern**\n\nWhen the bartender came back with drink in hand, Ylva gave him a small, but thankful smile with a acknowledging nod for her drink. It was brought out in a wine glass, much more humane than the other types of glasses people drank with in the tavern—a small thanks for her consecutive past showings of small kindness. She laced her fingers around the stem of the wine bottle and took a long sip.\n\nAfter taking the refreshing sample of the mead, she placed it back down on the bar counter. Her attention turned back to Caspia, \"Well, I needed a drink for a distraction from this... Tiring day, to leave it at that. *Here*, though; this is my homeland.\""
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"author": "pollo2635",
"message": "**Caspia Stafyen\nUnnamed Tavern**\n\nWith careful observation of that local at her flank, Caspia thought it necessary to mentally note the need for caution. Ylva was familiar apparently with her surroundings, she was not. The foreigner brought their chin down in an ample nod, lips becoming taut against an indifferent expression. \"What sort of entertainment would one discover around here?\" She query with a sniff, fixing the makeshift sandwich to her mouth once more for a hefty bite. \n\nAfter a moment or two of consideration the Stafyen raised her spare arm to retrieve the falcon at her shoulder, allowing it to position itself atop her leather-clad wrist, forearm going limp upon the counter as to provide the avian with stability. \"Rest easy, Godwein.\" She spoke, offering that fierce falcon small tribute of her jerky as both treat and display of compassion for her apparent pet."
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"author": "lemonsuccubus",
"message": "**Ylva Vilulf**\n**Unnamed Tavern**\n\nYlva let out a hearty laugh, \"You came to the wrong place for entertainment. There isn't much around.\" She let her face rest back into a soft smile, though it still hid traces of stress and exhaustion. \"The people in Ibethiel work from the break of dawn until the sun falls. There's not much room for pleasantries. This-\" Ylva looked out into the crowd of both young, aging, and elderly individuals now commencing in a game of beer pong, \"Is the stretch of entertainment here. Though, I think we find entertainment in our work. Otherwise, why would we do it?\"\n\nYlva took another lengthened drink of her mead. Caspia's avian companion did not deter her anymore, for it did not seem to pose any harm, \"Godwein. That's a nice name for a bird. I haven't had a flying companion for a very long time... Very long.\" The bird had reminded her of the early days of growing up where she would bring in various wild animals for Helga, her mother, to worry about; but Ylva was never a bother, she took care of the animals well. To have another animal companion would be a dream, but a dream much too riddled with worries of responsibility."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "All was silent in the Taemarian woods, dawn's pink fingers were starting to stretch in the sky to push the night away, yet the light of the sun was still too weak to reach the ground, stopped by thousands of trees. Few were the birds who began bringing music to that cold morning, but in the waking forest, one figure was already making its way through the vegetation. The heavy steps were muffled by the carpet of dead leaves and moss. The huge silhouette was not an unusual sight for the inhabitants of the forests, but this time, it wasn't hooded as always. The strong lineaments of the orc were perfectly visible.\n\nStern was a young orc in his 30s, his black hair and beard gave a perfect description of their owner: dirty, uncured and stained by blood. The most prominent feats of the male's face were the two huge and sharp tusks that poked out of the or's lips, a sign that confirmed the absence of human blood in his veins. The deep hazel eyes of the hunter were scanning the surroundings in search of tracks or signs of a possible prey's passage.\n\nAs his pointy ears twitched, he stopped moving. His senses focusing on a possible animal scent. Many of the people of his adoptive family used to say that Stern's acute senses were far superior to the ones of men, but the orc didn't take too much pride in it. For him, his natural skills were not worth praising. He honestly believed that the skills one can develop through practice and talent were the true factors to take notice of.\n\nThe male's head darted to face the cause of the snapping of a twig. A young hare was trying to hide in the bushes, its terrified gaze met the orc's, who kneeled slowly. \"You wouldn't be a filling meal... I'll leave you to someone smaller than me...\" He chuckled before stomping his foot on the ground to scare the animal away, then returned to his march. His true goal was to reach the capital of the kingdom as the young explorer told him to.\n\nAfter putting his hood back on his head, he stretched his back in a symphony of cracks, then began climbing up the biggest tree he found. Looking at the horizon he managed to spot the smoke coming from the chimneys of the closest village. The plan was to pass by it with the cover of the night and follow the road until he would have found the biggest settlement.\n\nYes it was a simple plan, no he did not have a better one\n\nThe orc dropped down the tree with ease, absorbing the impact with his legs, emitting a loud thud. His agility was the result of years spent in the woods, running from and after the dangerous beast that roamed the wilderness and adapting to different situations, from climbing a rock formation to swimming through a strong river to hunt for the meaty fishes that in spring left the lakes to reach the sea. The orc's body was truly the prime example of his specie. What Stern did not have was the mettle for more diplomatic encounters... His life in the woods made him understand beasts better than people, which in the Middlelands was more of a flaw than a useful skill. Every time that in his teen years he asked his family about the people of the civilized world he received the same answer \"Would you trust a bow with a thin cord?\". There was wisdom in that rhetorical question. \nThose were his thoughts as the forest's trees began to be shorter and shorter, an evident sign of mankind trying to tame the strong and stubborn forces of nature.\n\nHe stopped walking as he saw the path he was following getting dramatically wider, like an open wound in the green body of the forest. His instinct told him to walk away from it, then after having gotten out of possible eyesight, he began walking in its same direction, basically marching on a hidden twin of the man made road.\n\nHe thanked his instinct when his ears twitched at the sound of voices. He tried to identify the strangers by smelling the air. He could sense the smell of a horse and sweat. Curiosity drove him to crouch and slowly get closer.\n\nBy what he heard, the man and woman were travellers trying to reach the closest village before dusk. The last pieces of information made the orc curse the simplicity of his plan. Apparently the roads were being currently patrolled by guards to counter the recent bandit activity, meaning that at least at a certain point he would have had to face the soldiers in order to cross a bridge. There were no other options, especially because the guards demanded a taxation to cross the bridge, so even if disguised, Stern would have had to interact with them... He snuck away, groaning in frustration when he found himself alone."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon had been traveling as long as he could remember. Who would've thought that a life on the run meant constant walking. But he didn't mind—he had always liked nature, was fascinated by the growth of trees and the flow of rivers. People, too, he liked, though (more often than not) had a hard time relating to. So many people were content with themselves, with settling where they were born and having children and letting the world exist around them, for good or bad. Simon... Could never just let the world be. He was in constant need of change. This is why he walked.\n\nAs he walked, he worked on carving a totem out of a hickory stick he'd found a few towns back. It was nearly finished; the shape of a stylized bird, wings closed, beak sharp. He could probably get away with telling some old woman it would protect her from spirits, earn himself a few coins to make it to the next village. Similar totems hung from his pack; bears, eagles, fish, along with strings of bright feathers he'd found along the road. Inside the pack were poultices, homespun bandages, and (in one carefully packed jar) fermenting berries—just in case there were no old folks to trick. Everyone was interested in spirits, especially from strange, mystic travelers with friendly faces and sharp eyes. Speaking of berries, Simon was hungry. He paused on the road, looked up. It was getting dark, too. He'd make camp. \n\nHe put his knife and the totem away, replacing them with his long walking stick, which he used to beat a path off the road into the undergrowth. He found as clear a place as he was going to, flattened out the brush a little, and settled onto the ground in a cross-legged position. He took a small jar from his pack and shook it until it emitted a pale blue glow, then found a bag of provisions. Measly, but, he figured, optimistically, better than nothing. Still, he'd better find a town, soon, or he'd have to start eating his totems. He settled into his little woodland camp, contemplating, and after a while took his whittling out again and began to hum to himself as he carved."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "As the orc was sitting on a rock, meditating about his options, his nose revealed the presence of someone less than 200 meters away from him. A new idea began forming into the greenskin's head... Using a traveller and their knowledge about the surroundings to bypass the bridge and safely reaching the capital. After an instinctive nod, the orc covered his face with his old, heavy scarf and slowly found his way through the vegetation, using the shadows of the late evening to his advantage. \nUnlike humans, his eyes were perfectly able to see in the dark thanks to them becoming extremely sensitive to light. His steps were slow and carefully placed, in contrast to his usual way of putting all of his weight on each step. He was less than 50 meters away from the man and decided to hide patiently behind the thick fronds of some bushes. Even if seen from an unaware person, the orc would have been just another shadow in the night. He observed the man carving the wooden totem, which reminded him of when his adoptive father taught him how to carve animals from useless pieces of wood."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Surviving thirty years in a world like this doing the things Simon did meant it didn't take long for him to realize someone was watching him. Of course, it took longer to decide whether that was a problem or not. \n\nAfter a good quarter of an hour, he felt eyes on him from the woods. Could be nothing. Birds, wolves, rabbits. He wasn't too concerned, continuing on carving the last details into the bird without even glancing around. It was even a good opportunity to try to practice some magic. He concentrated on focusing his energy out into the perimeter of the camp, trying to feel for life with his aura... But, of course, nothing happened, except what he suspected were the beginnings of a headache. He went back to standard reconnaissance protocol: listening really hard and acting casual. He heard the general ambient sounds of the forest just before nightfall. Nothing out of the ordinary, except, those eyes... He still felt them watching him. \n\nAt last, Simon gave the bird one more once-over and set it on his lap, still holding the knife casually. Then, he announced, \"If you were worried about interrupting my work, I'm finished now. You can come out.\" He didn't truly expect much. At worst, he was talking to a squirrel. At best, he'd scare away a low-grade highwayman looking for a quick target."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern's lips formed into a smirk under the grey wool of the scarf. Hunting stags was about silence and fast movements, yet hunting a boar was about fast reflexes and phisical prowess, definitely more enjoyable. His hand slowly moved to his dagger, a blade that a man would have called a pointy cleaver. \nHiding was pointless at that point, so he exited his hiding spot, resembling a rock that just decided to stand and move forward. His deep and inhuman voice resonated through the trees \"I'm surprised you took so long to notice me...\" The orc chuckled. His skin was hidden, preventing an eventual chase after a terrorized man. What he couldn't hide was his own gargantuan figure, which in his case would have worked wonders to intimidate the average peasant. \"Let us find a way to solve this in a way that will keep you alive.\""
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Oh, shit, was Simon's first instinctual thought when the figure stepped out of the undergrowth, I am going to Die. And surely that thought was painted across his face, which turned white as a sheet. He certainly hadn't expected anyone to come out of the woods, let alone something like... This person. Person? \n\nBut Simon was a pragmatist. He forced down his shock and horror, and the look of blanched fear turned to one of calculation, gears turning almost audibly in his head as he summed up his situation and tried to form a strategy. Big, clearly hostile, but had some sort of problem that required them to approach Simon for... Something. Hopefully that something wasn't eating him alive—hopefully, if it came to that, the fellow would at least have the courtesy to eat him dead. \n\nTime was running out. He had to say something, quickly. Something that would convince the man he was worth not crushing underfoot. Not that Simon would go without a fight... It'd just be easier to do that with all his bones initially in tact. No, this battle, if it came to that, would have to be won through cunning. Cleverness. \n\n\"Well you're awfully big,\" Was what blurted out of his mouth. He winced at himself—yes, Simon, very cunning, very clever of you. \"What I mean is,\" He amended, eyes constantly flicking around, constantly assessing and reassessing the situation, strategizing and restrategizing. \"I'd quite like to keep myself alive, as well. I've grown attached to my body, over the years. I'd hate for it to become unattached to me.\""
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc answered the incredibly detailed comment about his size by making his dagger turn in his hand from a hammer grip to an ice pick one. He studied the man's expression with his usual instense gaze. He didn't want to kill a weaker opponent, nor he wanted to simply back away. He needed that person alive and that was the most important thing, yet he did not trust the stranger, due to the many times his people told him about the ones who use words like a snake uses its fangs. \n\"I want you to show me the way to the capital of this land without having to be stopped by guards or people. Help me and you will live. Make your choice quickly.\" His words were comparable to the cold peaks of the cold north: harsh and direct, impossible to be mitigated. Stern knew that asking for a guide would have required him to put all of his attention on the man in front of him to prevent being stabbed in the back. It was a risk the orc was not afraid to take."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon did not, never had, and never would appreciate having a knife of that size trained on him. He considered his options, and decided, first, to pointedly and slowly drop his own knife (puny compared to this person's, hardly a toothpick) in the brush by his pack. He raised his hands, but only halfway, and subtly made sure his staff was still where he remembered it was. Just in case. While he did all this (quickly, as per requested), he thought on his assailant's words. Wanted a guide, he had said, but in the way that Simon was almost certain meant Needed a guide. \n\nThat, he could work with. \n\n\"Sounds—forgive me saying this—but sounds like you're a little desperate for a guide, big fellow. I do know a way, just so happens you're in luck. But what would happen to you, I wonder,\" He said, proud that he managed to keep his words slow and even, despite his heart pounding out of his chest, \"If I didn't show you that way?\" \n\nSimon was being bold. A little reckless, even, but he couldn't very well just let this big, scary person follow him through the wilderness without some sort of assurance that the guy couldn't up and decide to be rid of him. If Simon knew such a way—which he did, as a matter of fact, wouldn't be a very good fugitive if he didn't—that was one more reason this... Thing couldn't kill him. At least, not without doing himself a disservice. It was all about collateral."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern emitted a chuckle as he removed both hood and scarf from his head and revealing his face. The pair of tusks, the pointy ears and the animalistic shape of the nose showed the inhuman origins of the orc. His green skin topped all of that in a devastating way. \"Then the next people I'll meet will help me... Or they will join you in the land of the dead.\" His eyes were studying every movement of the man. His muscles were ready to release their energy at the first sign of aggression by the stranger. \" Stern was expecting the man to start running in pure terror. If That would have occurred, his throwing axe skills were yet to be bested."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Alright, so plan one had failed miserably on account of the assailant being some kind of creature from the abyss. Simon had to try very hard not to throw up. Luckily, he hadn't eaten much the last few days. Instinctively, his eyes flicked to his staff, but just as quickly went back to the beast's. No time for that. Wouldn't work, anyway. He'd talked himself here, so now he had to talk himself out. Or, you know, die horribly. Dealer's choice. \n\n\"You sure are ugly,\" His brain, for Some Reason, allowed him to say. He hurriedly went on, \"But, fine. For my own interests, I'll. I'll help you. You can put the knife away now, I'm always a man of my word.\" Now, whether those words were on His side was another thing. Also, he was not always a man of his word, but in this case—the alternative being brutal death-by-blade—he was willing to make an exception."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc covered the few meters that were separating him from his interloper in a couple of fast steps before grabbing the man by his neck and lifting him up with one hand. \"Do not insult me ever again or even the gods will look away when I'll tear you apart.\" He did not like people who talked too much, he didn't like people who didn't mind their tongue with strangers, he didn't like people at all. His gaze met the traveller's, his eyes were expressing annoyance with a small fraction of anger. \"Your word means nothing to me. Quit trying to bargain with me, human and keep your mouth shut until I tell you to. Is that clear?\" His hot and heavy breaths were the sign that trying to persuade the orc to endulge in a polite conversation would have triggered a hostile reaction. He did not want to kill that weak man, but his naturally aggressive behaviour when confronted with humans was beginning to change his opinion about killing innocents."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "This was it, then, Simon would finally die. Not by his old enemy's hand, as the Heavens intended one day, but because he just couldn't shut up. Fitting. As the beast lifted him into the air as easily as if he were a baby, Simon's expression blanked out and he entered a dissociative state, as though his soul was trying to leave his body early before it could feel the imminent pain. \n\n\"Quite clear, thanks,\" He choked, eyes fixed on a place just past the beast's shoulder, not shaking, heart no longer racing, just... Staring. Blank. Closed off from the rest of the world. Somewhere deep within his mind, a little Simon was scouring a vast library, tossing books and manuscripts around, muttering to himself about plans and escape, but for now, outward Simon was just... There. Doing what he was told. At least until he figured something better out."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern let his him fall from his hand as the man began to stop moving. He wouldn't have killed him, not yet at least. He put his knife back in the sheathe and gave the traveller a \"Soft\" Kick to make him snap back to reality (yes it's a lyric). \"Good, now get up and start walking, we wasted enough time.\" He put his hood and scarf back on and decided to grab his axe, just to have a constant source of motivation for his guide. Then he realized it was night time and humans were not able to see in the dark, an acknowledgement that led him to growl in frustration before grabbing the man and tying him to a tree. The orc took his time to gather some sticks and dry branches before starting a fire. As the flames lit up the darkness around the two, he sat on the ground with his legs crossed and started nibbling on a hard piece of dried meat."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "The kick did nothing but make Simon emit a little grunt, otherwise his expression kept the glazed look and his movements remained small, precise, no more and no less than he needed to get the job done. He knew, in a distant way, that he was being tied to a tree, and he allowed it. He stood there watching dully as the beast made the fire, as the beast sat, as the beast ate. Simon did not sit. He stood in place, staring into the fire, and said nothing, though every once in a while he'd mouth a few slow words to himself. His brow was furrowed, equal parts thoughtful and lost."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc eyed the catatonic human, recognizing in him the same expression that many animals had when being bitten by a predator and surrender to their fate. He rolled his eyes, understanding that in that state, the man was as useless as if he was dead. The hunter did not want to chase after another traveller, doing everything again and maybe failing. So he groaned and began to think about a way to fix the problem his own anger generated. \nHe stood up and inspected the eyes of the very unlucky man, then decided to search his bag. Not his own, of course. \nAfter throwing some of the useless pieces of paper and empty jars behind his back, he came across a jar filled with a dark liquid. His nose was able to detect a strong, pungent scent coming from the luquid even with the container closed. So he decided to open the jar under the nose of his prisoner in an attempt to bring him back to a more natural state."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon watched the beast move towards his bag and upend it with the same oblivious expression a passing rabbit would have, until the little Simon in his head, the one screaming at him to stop fooling around and Do Something, pointed at the beast and screeched in outrage. \n\nOutwardly, Simon blinked. He scowled. \"Wait... Wait a minute, what are you—those are... My things...\" He felt like he'd just taken a long nap, and then the jar of spirits was open and swirling under his nose. He made a face, looking the beast up and down disdainfully. \"You're supposed to *Drink* That, not wave it around.\" His eyes flicked to the implements strewn about the floor, dangerously close to the fire. It had taken him ages to compile those field notes—he'd memorized them all, of course, but still. Horribly rude. But at least he wasn't dead yet—which was a surprise, to say the least."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Glad that somehow his plan revealed itself as a success, the orc shrugged and folded his arms on his wide chest. \"Welcome back among the living.\" He smirked, which made his tusks move the scarf away. The orc looked at the several things on the ground and felt kind of sorry for what he was doing. For about ten seconds. He closed the jar again and gathered the rest of the thrown things back to their bag. He did not understand their use, therefore he did not need them, a concept his family always kept in mind in order to keep balance with nature. There was no space for greed in the wildlands.\n\nHe sat down by the fire and grabbed another strip of dry meat. \"What is your name?\" That question was not crucial for his quest, yet he felt like giving a name to his unlucky prisoner."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "\"Yes, yes, good to be back and what have you,\" Simon muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. He still wasn't sure he *Was* Entirely back, and surreptitiously pinched himself on the arm. No, still awake. Still here, in this place. He watched with some bewilderment as the beast packed his things away. The sight of him still made Simon a little nauseous, but... It was looking like he'd have to get used to it. \n\nTentatively, started to move, but had forgotten about the bonds tethering to the tree. He stopped moving, frowned, was tempted to free himself. No, best not push his luck. He frowned again, this time in suspicion, at the question—why would someone so clearly uninterested in his well-being want to know his name? Not that Simon wasn't curious about the beast's. Did he even have a name? \n\n\"My name is Nobody,\" He stated, because something in his mind's library, some page of some old book, told him it might be useful."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern rolled his eyes \"I am a monster, but I'm not stupid.\" His gaze lost among the flames of the campfire. The orc moved the fuel a bit with a stick, before looking at the small piece of sky the fronds of the trees had yet to hide. He decided to stand up and go gather some wood. He was confident with the strength of the thick ropes he wrapped around both \"Nobody\" And the tree, so he did not really worry about a possible escape. He gathered some more wood and diligently got rid of all the leaves in order to avoid creating too much smoke. He dropped the wood by the campfire and sat again, sharpening his axe with a small whetstone he always carried among his belongings. He decided to rest a couple of hours, waiting for a new dawn, yet his years spent alone in the woods granted him a very light sleep, in case of eventual unwanted night visitors..."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon shrugged—worth a try—and, when the beast eventually went off to collect firewood, stared at the embers in contemplation. Maybe, as long as he stayed on the beast's good side, he'd actually make it out of this in one piece. Or, at the very least, two. \n\nHe slept fitfully, standing up, chin hanging uncomfortably, intermittently jerking awake until the wee hours of the morning, when he gave it up for a lost cause. He was sore, his neck hurt, his legs were cramped, and that just would not do. If he was going to do anything about his situation, he needed to be at the top of his game. Maybe the beast would let him into his pack later—some of the poultices he had in there should be able to soothe the muscle strain, at least. He shifted uncomfortably against the tree, trying to find a good position. He could probably untie himself, but he didn't want to risk the beast waking up... No way Simon could run in this state, and, if how the beast had found him the night before was any indication, he wouldn't be able to hide, either."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern awoke as the sun was rising. His figure stretched in all its height as a groan broke the silence of the dormant forest. He scratched his beard a bit and patted on his legs to get rid of some fallen leaves. He yawned, showing his pointy teeth and tusks. He felt well rested and definitely optimistic about the recent events. It was a beginning and everything was going fairly well. He decided to grab \"Nobody\"'s bag and attach it to his thick leather belt, sliding the short dagger of his prisoner between his leg and boot, ready to be thrown. He decided to wake him up in the easiest way possible: throw some of the water of his waterskin in his face. He didn't wait for a reply as he untied the man and put the ropes back in his own bag. \"It is time to show me the road you spoke of.\". His axe was already in his hands by the time his prisoner would have been able to reply."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon had barely opened his mouth to protest that he was awake when there was already water thrown in his face. He spat water on the ground, miserably. His first order of action as an unbound man was to say, \"I was *Awake*,\" Not that it did any good now, take a step forward to find his walking stick, and immediately collapse into the ground with a cry of pain. Right. Legs asleep. Standing up all night. He winced, hissing through his teeth, digging the heel of his hand into the muscle of his thigh. \"Fuck,\" He muttered. \"Sorry, just—give me a minute, I can't do much of anything until I can feel my legs.\" At least he wouldn't have to carry his pack—though he'd rather have it on him, he doubted the beast would be particularly gentle with his implements."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc did not have time to waste. He groaned as he picked the man up and began to carry him on his left shoulder. \"Where do we have to go?\" His annoyed tone was followed by a glare at Nobody. \"And speak quickly.\". To him, the man was as heavy as a pebble, yet the idea of carrying that relatively useful weight was enough to make him want to toss him into a bear's cave. He was surprised that such a weak being had been able to survive that long."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon, very appropriately he thought, screamed, as the beast lifted him into the air and swung him over his shoulder like a doll. Whatever the beast said to him, he couldn't hear it, only the blood rushing in his ears. \"This isn't—put me down!\" He shouted. \"I can walk, I can walk! I just need—where's my walking stick?\" He swung his head around, trying to see the ground past the beast's back. He felt dizzy, like he'd hit his head, though he hadn't. His position was not helping things, either. \"*Ohhhhh fuck*,\" He murmured, going limp. \"Put me down, or I'll puke.\" He didn't want to puke. The only thing worse than death on this cruel dark world was throwing up."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern growled in anger and dropped the man on the ground. He was beginning to seriously consider to break Nobody's jaw to make him stop talking. \"YOU EITHER STOP COMPLAINING OR LOSE YOUR TONGUE! QUIT WHINING LIKE A CHILD AND START WALKING OR I SWEAR ON THE SIX GODS OF THE MARADIAN WOODS THAT I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!\" That roar resonated through the woods like a thunder during a storm, making all the near birds fly away in fear. The hazel eyes of the orc had a new much reddish tonality. He slammed his fist on a near tree, shaking every single one of its branches and leaving the mark of his knuckles on the bark.\n\nIn a relatively distant clearing, two men looked around them, wondering if they heard something."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon caught himself (barely) on his hands and knees, panting in fear and dizziness. \"Alright,\" He wheezed, reaching for his staff, hauling himself to his feet, using it as a crutch. He flinched hearing the impact of the beast's fist—thankful he's chosen the tree, and not Simon. He began, with no other options, to walk back toward the main trail. \"Alright,\" He repeated, at a mutter, grip like stone around the walking stick. One of his legs dragged along behind him, pins and needles slicing through it as blood rushed too-quickly back. \"Try yelling a little louder, I don't think they heard you on Tonate,\" He muttered, barely mouthing the words to himself, for his own benefit, to maintain his own sanity."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc emitted a long sigh, trying to keep his fury at bay. He followed the man carefully, while also checking the surroundings if, most likely yes, his outburst of anger had drawn the attention of any animal or creature brave or stupid enough to look for the source of that primal roar. Holding firmly onto his axe helped him to cool his boiling blood down. His steps had a rather smaller impact against the ground than usual, probably due to the fact that the soil in that area was much richer in water. A swamp. The smell of decomposing trees and mud reached the orc's nose, confirming his thoughts. \"Try not to fall into the mud... I have enough reasons not to save you.\""
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon was grateful that, for the next few minutes, they walked in silence. It gave him time to gather his thoughts, time for his legs to right themselves. He was soon almost back to normal, were it not for the constant knowledge that there was a giant beast holding him captive and that he hadn't slept properly in over a day. The swamp didn't even bother him much; he'd learned, over the years, how to navigate difficult terrain. It helped that he had good boots, and long legs. \n\n\"Your concern is touching,\" Said Simon, not bothering to look back as he navigated around a particularly nasty but blessedly small sinkhole. \"But I can handle myself.\""
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "They were almost out of the swamp when the orc froze in place. A scent... Horse. \"Follow me.\" The orc carefully walked out of the mud and crouched behind some black berry bushes. He emitted a soft growl as he heard the sound of hooves on the dirt. Two horses, judging by the rhythm of the thuds. They were coming exactly in their direction. Stern's grip on his axe tightened as he gazed upon Nobody. \"Can you fight?\" He wispered. He was trying to make a plan: he wasn't sure if the two horses were carrying armed soldiers or not, neither he knew how well hidden he was. All that was left was to wait and let time help the orc to find an answer to each of those questions..."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Simon heard the horses, too, and hesitated before he followed the beast. Sure, he didn't want to get on the beast's bad side any more than he already was, but if these horses held guards, or otherwise well-armed individuals... But the thought left as soon as it entered. Armed or not, it would take more than two horses worth of fighters to take down this beast. Simon used the end of his stick to leap across the mud into the blackberry bushes, crouching at the beast's side. Simon was pretty tall, but still, he felt like a child next to the beast, especially crouched as they were. He held his staff in short form, ready to strike (just in case). \n\n\"Oh, no,\" He hissed in response, \"I'm just a whining child, remember? No good for anything. *Of course I can fight*.\""
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern stopped the man before he could stop whining by himself by covering Nobody's mouth with his huge, green hand. He pulled his scarf on his face and made sure his hood was covering his head well. \nAbout twenty meters away from the two, a patrol of two scouts on horseback were making their way through the forest. They were carrying the insigna of the nearest feud on their shields, a detail that the orc purposely skipped. They were lightly armored and armed with cavalry spears and swords. Both scouts were talking to each other, luckilly for the orc, about the voluptuous phisique of the innkeeper's daughter. Stern began processing the new intel he gathered in the few seconds that the horsemen used to cover half of the distance remaining from the bush. They were distracted, well equipped soldiers. Sneaking wouldn't have been a smart choice, but neither was charging them. The hunter decided to prepare himself for an ambush."
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"author": "alchemdra",
"message": "Wrinkling his nose, Simon sacrificed half his hold on his staff to attempt to pry the beast's hand off his face—not only was it entirely undignified, he couldn't see anymore around the enormous hand. He could hear, though. Two men's voices, talking about some young lady. Simon couldn't help but roll his eyes. Men who rode horses together were so predictable. So much for calling for aid—Simon had a feeling these men couldn't help him fight a rabbit with both ears tied behind its head. \n\nIf they stayed quiet, there was no reason for the men to notice them. But lots of things happened for no reason. Simon gave up on freeing his face and held on to his staff again, just in case."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc was too busy fighting the two scouts to stop the fugitive, yet he expected that kind of behaviour. His axe bit deep into the side of one of the two horses, making the terrorized beast crumble to the ground while spreading its entrails on the rocky road. The horseman jumped back on his feet, fast enough to avoid another deadly swing; his fellow scout was on the ground, holding his now shorter arm with an expression of terror, pain and surprise. The remaining horse was too scared to even move.\n\nThe orc smirked at the last man standing, getting into a rather primal stance. The soldier held onto his spear firmly, taking a few paces backwards \"What the hell are you?\" He asked as his whole body was shaking and his heart was banging against his ribcage like an hellish drum. \nHis question did not receive an answer... Just like a lion with his prey, Stern moved at an incredible speed, using the momentum to swing his heavy blade in a single, deadly blow. \nThe scout fell on his knees, then his body fell on the ground with a soft thud, followed by another thud as the head of the man landed a few paces away.\n\nStern's gaze reached the mutilated guard who was slowly bleeding out. He reached the man and stomped on his skull, to quickly end the man's suffering.\nHe began searching the bodies, finding some coins, enough supplies for a couple of days and of course the spears and swords of the two. He struggled to convince the other horse to calm down, but after emitting a loud growl, the animal gave up. \nAfter putting all the new supplies on the horse, the orc returned to the wilderness. He set up a camp and left the horse there before beginnign to follow Nobody's smell. He needed his guide.\n\nAfter an hour spent searching the area, Stern growled in frustration and returned to his camp. He had lost his only way to reach the capital and he was back to the start. He searched Nobody's bag for more supplies before finding a compass and a map of the continent. Useful. He began to light a fire.\n\nAs the flames danced in his eyes, the orc relaxed, looking at the horse and the things he managed to take from the scouts, he could have sold them in exchange for a guide... The idea of a possible plan b made the hunter get rid of the stress the recent events had brought him. He decided to inspect the supplies he had looted, surprised that two scouts on horseback did not have whetstones among their gear. He shrugged and used his own to sharpen the stolen weapons, a way to let time pass before continuing his march through the woods."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "⋯⋯ Mariam sat among a set of stumps, the trees themselves having been felled years ago. The amount of cut trees was strange, being in strange sections all along the forest floor. They seemed strategic in a way, having made the dense forest of the area maneuverable if the traveler was careful with where they stepped. The area was a small clearing every two or three miles. She could already tell it was going to be a long trip though it didn't bother her- four days at most really.\n\n⋯⋯ Looking up at the sky that peaked through, the sparse grey clouds only further slowed the woman on her journey. It looked like it might snow tonight, and it bothered her in a sense. She was already an hour or two behind schedule simply because she wanted to keep her horse warm with a fire at each of the clearings but this was ridiculous. She bundled up as she held a blanket around herself for a moment, shivering. She didn't want to know how her horse was feeling at the moment. Though, she would use the slight warmth of the sunlight to her advantage even for the moment.\n\n⋯⋯ Trudging along, the star that hung overhead came and went while on her way, the horse tailing along with ease. She felt relieved that her steed was being cooperative. Though her horse likely was the best out of all of them- at least when it comes to her. He could hold a large load, has a thicker coat of hair than his predecessors, as well as the demeanor it holds leads it to be very patient no matter the harsh conditions Mariam light put it through. She was relieved that no one had picked him before she could, the horse himself being about three years old at this point.\n\n⋯⋯ ***\"Let's get as far as we can, aye?\"*** She whispered lightly as she continued to lead the horse by it's reigns. Her fingertips moved to lightly caress the horses muzzle, planting a brief kiss onto the nose before turning her attention to the goal at hand. She went to curl up the blanket tightly around her neck while letting the base swing around her feet. It seemed she was already cloaked but the blanket itself was a secondary safety measure- while also concealing the fact she had a weapon on her hip."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern folded his muscular arms on his chest as he chuckled to himself. In front of him there was a skillfully made and sturdy shelter built with young trees and branches. It was a simple lean top shelter, sustained by attaching a roof of sticks and branches to two tree trunks. The sides were walled off by a series of logs held together by rope and sticks. To finish everything a bed made out of logs and branches that was definitely better than sleeping on the cold ground. \nThe orc also had the time to create a shelter for his horse next to the fire, hoping that the animal could endure the approaching clouds and their consequent snow. He stretched his back and trew another piece of wood in the campfire before searching his bag, pulling a small and rather old pot of iron out of it. He filled it with snow and some dry lichens and put it the fire. His memories of warm erbal tea in cold nights like that were more than enough to make the hunter smile."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "⋯⋯ Mariam's feet began to crunch into the snow rather than sinking. It was about time to finally take a moment and halt their steady pace to bunker down. She had went to take her blanket and fold it in half and laid it over the stallion to help it retain some of it's heat while they worked their way down south. The air grew colder steadily, though luckily it wouldn't be a harsh drop until the sun finally set. Being a few minutes away from the next clearing, she let her hand tug the horse along it's merry way. It wasn't long before her breath let out a short cloud and her horses huffs to mimic her own puff. Her fingertips went to hold the horses head for moment as she looks around for the next stump that head her on her way. Stepping over to it, she heard the crackling of a fire sounding in her ears as she neared the campsite developed by the second generation of Lockwoods.\n\n⋯⋯ She was surprised this particular site was so close to the road, though she wasn't shocked by it. Some roads had been developed alongside the small clearings of land and it was handy to have them if you had a set of horses and no carriage accompanying them. It kept the loud sound of wheels coming along the road but kept you close enough should you need to make a speedy getaway. Timidly, she approached, looking down at the snow that had built up over the winter and let her eyes examine the area through the trees. She wasn't trying to hide her location, rather the opposite. No need in startling someone into not letting her bunker down there. Plus the fire was needed to keep her mare through the night.\n\n⋯⋯ ***\"Ah! Seems someone beat me to it.\"*** A laugh resounded from her as she shifted to the outskirts, not entering the cleared area until allotted the space. ***\"I can head to the next one should I need to, though this is the closest one for a few miles.\"***\n\n⋯⋯ She wasn't too concerned with the appearance of the individual, only really wanting the warmth of the fire before the sun finally fell."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern was sitting in his shelter drinking his herbal tea when his pointy ears twitched. Steps in the snow... Irregular. Surely someone on foot followed by either other two people or a horse. The greenskin decided to stand up and hide behind a particularily thick tree. He put some snow in his mouth to minimize the amount of vapour coming from it with every breath and put both his scarf and hood on. \nAs he saw a young woman and her horse making their way to the camp, he decided to slowly return to it with some sticks in his arms in order to look as if he was looking for timber. Even with his face covered, the orc was still taller than a normal human. He expected his guest to notice that. He did not greet her, not wanting his voice to scare a possible new guide."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "⋯⋯Mariam's expression changed from one of intrigue to a form of concern. Her lips pursed as she approached, going to lead the horse by the reigns absently as she looked around the camp. In her vision, it looked similar to a bear of it wasn't for the fact he was hoisting up some sticks that gave him the silhouette of a man, Her head tilted for just a moment before finally letting her feet come to a stop just outside the perimeter. The cold here was no joke, the fact he was outside the lick of the fires flames already sent warning bells off in her head. She looked back to her horse who whinnied as if nothing was wrong. She didn't feel threatened, only concerned. Her expression took a turn while letting her shoulders bulk up. She trusted her horses intuition. She had to- though it didn't halt her nagging feeling,. \n\n⋯⋯ ***\"Are ye' alright?\"*** She questioned lightly, not moving within the ring of the fires warmth. The sun continued to dip and it started to worry her. If whoever this is didn't want her here they would have to tell her quickly. \"***I can leave towards the next camp if I have too.\"*** She assured as her arms went to cross underneath the thick coat of horse hide and the fur lining of rabbit fur. It shrouded her, likely making her look bigger than she was but sadly her voice was a dead giveaway. She didn't even come close to the size of whoever it was shrouding his figure. She was clearly on edge, and it showed."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern's eyes scanned the stranger as he dropped the sticks next to the campfire. \"It is cruel to leave any traveller alone in the cold... You can come closer.\" His growly, deep voice broke the silence and made the horse that was tied under the makeshift stable emit a series of nervous and scared huffs. The orc threw a branch into the flames and sat in his shelter with his legs crossed. The lack of sunlight wasn't a problem for him as his eyes were perfectly able to see in the dark. The light of the fire revealed some blood stains on his clothes. The orc decided to adopt a different strategy to gain the help of this new traveller, a way that wouldn't have made her either run away from him or obliged him to kill another person."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "⋯⋯Whoever this was, it wasn't a man, it was a mountain. Her lips pursed as her own horse heard the cry of the other. She felt the hairs on the end of her neck slowly rise with the nervous tension that now gripped her in place. She noted the large limbs and the dense figure that was draped over with layers and layers of clothing- the main way of protecting yourself from Northern Taemar's winters. It was brutal, and as the sun dipped- the cold only progressively got worse. She felt it nipping at her toes now, and the fire.. \n\n⋯⋯Her horse seemed to be as perplexed as she was, it wasn't until the.. She knows how her stallion feels, her fingertips now going p to the horses neck to help sooth him. Inhaling deeply, her gloved hands trudged the horse along as they enter the small clearing, She heard the low rumble that was his voice- it was similar to a story book she read as a child with the voice that could tremble the earth itself with only a few short words. She felt like the earth, and he was the man who would trample her if he had gotten the chance. Her eyes would not leave the tent as she set up a heating rack for a blanket now, the stick surface having been specially made for this. \n\n⋯⋯Using twine, she finishes it and set sit up by the fire and takes a pair of thin linen cloths and props them up to help warm them up. She shivered as she didn't even bother setting up her own tent yet- a bit too tense t really focus on it. \n\n⋯⋯Unsettling. She felt so unsettled by the voice itself, that her own mind went to preservation mode. So instead of setting up something that could tie her down, she made use of what she had that could be easy to grab incase fleeing was a necessity. \n\n***\"Well.. I apricate it..\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern chuckled as he noticed how skillfully the girl began setting up her own camp. His life in the woods taught him to respect the ones who knew how to hold their own against the mercilless elements. \"There is some tea in the pot... You can have some if you wish.\" He couldn't find a reason to forbid something so simple to a freezing stranger. In the end they were just like two animals sharing the water of a creek. \nThe greenskin decided not to drink to avoid uncovering his face and reveal his inhuman features. He returned to look at the flames in silence, letting his guest get used to the new situation. There was a surreal calm around them and Stern began to wonder about the reason of such an atmosphere."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "⋯⋯Whoever this was clearly wasn't a terrible person, albeit their voice completely countered the notion. Being both rough and guttural, the tone was far different than anything she would have likely experienced anywhere else. His voice was resoundingly deep- deeper than her own grandfathers voice. It startled her, the tone and how the fire's light played with the man's.. Large eyes.\n\n⋯⋯She didn't move an inch, still feeling like prey being watched in the eyes of the man. Already a week in and this is how this will end up being. She didn't want this, not now. She was already scared of leaving home only to find herself in the company of a strangely large man. Her lips pursed as she went to take a seat on a stump close by, lightly patting the sheets of cloth as they soaked in the heat from the flames now.\n\n⋯⋯***\"No thank you. I am good for right now, aye.\"*** She kept it simple. It was clear she was intimidated, though who wouldn't be after hearing a voice such as that one."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The greenskin nodded and searched his bag, his hand came out of it holding a small wooden box. It was a rather simple item, carved into a solid piece of wood and closed by a sliding panel. On the box there were many engravings of animals and runes. The orc opened the box and pulled out of it something similar to a ball. It was a stone the size of an eye, completely smooth and round. \nHe dropped some water on it before using it to sharpen his dagger, comparable in size to a cleaver. \"Can I offer you a deal, stranger?\" That question sounded more like a soft growl. Stern knew that the girl sitting by the fire barely knew him, yet his instinct told him to ask in his usual straight forward manner."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's eyes narrowed on the figures hands as she heard the sound. She could see the outline, though not much else. It was likely the gloves that made them small. After all the dagger looked about normal sized- until she saw the relatively small everyone grazing the surface letting out the sharp sound. The girls freckled face contorted while she went to peak out with one eye, a grown permeating her lips as she looked up to whoever sat in the tent. \n\nHe hadn't done anything except strike fear into her for who he is and it made her feel guilty. Like how many see her as relatively harmless, she is sure many think of the deep voiced man to be a threat. She stood noe, taking off one of the thin linen blankets and removed the other that was on the horse, swapping them out as the warm blanket helped preserve some of the horses warmth. Her eyes eyes him through her process, folding the other blanket and setting it besides the fire.\n\n***\"A deal..?\"*** She knew she wasn't in a position to bargain or run even if she wanted to, though despite her fear- the woman's curiosity won. \n\n***\"Color me vaguely intruiged, aye.\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc put his blade back into the sheathe attached to his belt and looked back at the lady. \"My horse and half of my supplies will be yours if you will guide me to the capital without encontering ether guards or villages.\" He spoke simply and clearly, pointing at his horse and the weapons and supplies on its back. \"I believe that someone like you would know how to do that. What say you?\" He put the round whetstone back into the box and the box into his bag with quick movements. He was starting to hear something unusual thanks to his inhuman sense of hearing. He did not like it."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "An outlaw? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he was a man who simply was anti-social.\n\nShe thought it over now, a bit concerned more than anything before her expression squinting as she sat back down. Her horse had gone go take a seat besides the fire, huffing lightly as it absorbed the warmth of the fire while the two conversed. She inhaled sharply and let it out slowly. She was uncomfortable and it showed. At this point, she couldn't deny. It's was too late and her horse had bunkered down. Grumbling, she went to take her bag and set it onto her lap and took out a peice of jerky as she thought it over.\n\nAfter a couple minutes of chewing, her eyes went back go his hands where she could see the basic outline of his thick gloves. She felt outmatched despite her almost always being outmatched when it comes to most people. Though this was different.\n\n***\"Er.. I suppose I could.. I don't understand the secrecy, however.\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern emitted a soft growl, understanding that if he wanted to explain himself clearly, the only way to do so was to reveal himself. He let out a long sigh before taking off his hood and scarf. The fire immediately showed the green skin of the orc, a thick leathery surface covered by many scars, one of them was splitting his eyebrow and cheekbone in two, incredible to think that the orc had still both eyes. Two massive tusks were poking out of the hunter's lips, erasing any doubt about his lack of even the slightest trace of human blood. His black beard and hair were stained with blood, dirt and sweat, as to denote a very harsh and dangerous lifestyle. \"Your people do not like to deal with what they cannot understand. If soldiers or peasants will see me, I'll have to kill them to protect myself and I don't like killing when it is not for food.\" The hunter's deep brown eyes locked onto the young woman's face, waiting for her to answer in any possible way. He decided to take a sip from the small wooden cup and sighed as the warm tea brought a soothing feeling to his cold body."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's face contorted as she viewed him h really was straight out of her children's horror stories. She was told when she was eight that if she misbehaved that a green man would come water her due to her naughtiness making her sweet to a beast. But here she was, face to face with the same creature that played her childlike mind. He dwarfed the teacup with his hand, he dwarfed just about anything at that point. Her expression had shifted to one of disbelief. \n\n***\"Oh sweet assention..\"*** Her eyes instantly diverted now, grimacing as she went to rub into her eyes. She tried to justify it for a moment, saying it was simply someone playing a trick or wearing a mask. She let her gaze trail back up to the man now, her eyes blinking back the sheer confusion she had. \n\n***\"Uh..\"*** The tusks- his slightly pointed ears.. They all came to create this man. She felt instantly intimidated now, though the sun was completely beyond the horizon. At this point and time- leaving the ring of fire would be certain death for she and her horse. She was effectively stuck. She could understand his diversion to society, as society wouldn't be so.. Kind as to five him a chance especially when he spoke as he did.\n\n***\"I-I suppose we don't.. You're not wrong. I cannot say.. I understand the murder aspect of.. Sight though..\"*** The woman trailed off now, her expression shifting as she looked as if she was a child under a guilty conscience. It was clear she felt the same way most humans did. \n\n***\"I can help, but.. When you speak like that it doesn't exactly give much confidence.\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern nodded, looking back into the fire, his pointy ears twitching slightly as the fire emitted a louder crackling noise. He stood up and trew two generous pieces of wood into the flames, he then moved to reach his horse and grabbed an envelope from the various bags next to the animal. \"If your instinct tells you to stay away from me, follow it, but remember that if you'll tell anybody about me you will become a threat to my safety. I have seen what men do to some animals, hunting them as if killing was an activity intended to amuse. I do not want to be hunted like that and die because someone decided to talk too much. If you are willing to help me I will protect you, if you do not believe me then let time decide if I'm being honest or not.\" He grabbed a spear and unwrapped the envelope, showing a rather big piece of meat that surely did not belong to a stag or a rabbit. The size of the limb and the paw shape of it suggested its source: a bear. He thrusted the spear into the hunk of meat and, after using some pieces of wood as support, he used it as a spit to cook the meat. \"Are you hungry?\" He asked without looking at her, his left hand searching is pouch for some herbs to season the meat with."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's fingertips went to adjust as she slowly chewed on her jerky for the time being. She shook her head while watching the giant bear paw look relatively normal in the mans hand. She didn't feel safe with the stranger she knew that much though the idea behind it made her wonder. He was big and bulky, likely strong. So he could protect her if need be- but he was so far from normal that she felt strange even being near the man. A frown coated her face as she watched him show the bear paw onto the stick and soon letting it cook over. \n\n***\"I think I am okay for the time being, but thank you..\"*** She let her voice feign relaxation by lowering her tone. Might as well try to be comfortable even if it is falsified. She let her gaze fall to the fire now as it licked the meat, slowly roasting it. ***\"Anyways.. I don't spill your.. Secret.. I don't really wish to be hunted.\"*** Mariam murmured as she took another bite. Despite the slight terror that gripped her, she was also filled with an overwhelming curiosity of the man. Her lips purse for a second now. Was she the first to witness the.. Man-creature? Or was she going to be one of the many who simply disappear because she was one to see who he was. There was only some time before she finally finds out."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern replied with a nod. Words were useless for the time being and to him he surely had spoken way more than usual. He sprinkled some herbs onto the meat as a mouth watering smell began to fill the cold air. Stern was aware of the risks derived from cooking in the wilderness, yet the idea of a wild animal reaching the camp because of the smell did not scare him... Just more food and pelts for him to use. After a bit, the greenskin unsheathed his dagger and cut a generous slice of meat off the spit. He used his hands to hold it as plates and silverware were nothing but useless weight to him. His pointy teeth dug into the savoury yet still rather hard meat with ease. After finishing part of his dinner, he looked back at the girl. \"I am Stern Logarsh of the Boar Clan.\" Introducing himself was a way to simplify communication between them, a concept that the practical mind of the hunter couldn't simply let slide."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "***\"Mariam of Clan Lockwood..\"*** She let her response echo from her throat. Her voice sounded slightly hoarse and soon went into her bag to remove a water pouch and took a quick drink. ***\"And this is my horse, Leon.\"*** She looked over to the Orc now. She nodded absently. As she went to stand, replacing the two warming blankets over the horse now. Though mid set, she finally begun to remove her saddle from the stallions back as it laid down. Deciding she was going to be staying for the night it was high time to prepare the stallion for the cold night that was to come. \n\nShe worked quickly as she took out her own set of camping gear from her saddle, beginning to raise her own tent from the various sets of waxed canvas. She kept to herself for a time, letting out a slight hum as she worked. If she was going to do this, she needed sleep. It's already been a long day, though her mind wandered far and wide at this point. She was attempting to convince herself of something, though of what she doesn't quite know."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern emitted a soft growl in response to her introduction. He kept eating silently and decided to leave the rest of the meat to hang a bit further from the flames in order to properly smoke its remaining bits. His body wasn't tired at all, having a maximum need of 4 hours of sleep per day. Stern decided to lay on his bed of branches and wait for the night to pass, his hand was gripping firmly around the hard wooden handle of his axe. Every now and then he added fuel to the campfire. The sensation of weird silence from before was gone and that led him to relax and lose himself in the contemplation of the fire. The flames were moving in mesmerizing ways, reminding him of his childhood among his adoptive family and of the times when his adoptive father used to tell him about the various spirits of nature and of the always hungry Arashudd, spirit of flames, that was both good and evil, just like all things in nature. \nStern nodded to himself and sat up, taking a small piece of meat and throwing it into the fire as an offer to the spirits, not that he was religious, but his family always taught him to never underestimate the ancient ways, for they always hid a practical use behind their rituals."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "{The next morning before sunrise.}\n\nMariam had been up for a majority of the night, the warmth of the fire warmed her tent. While being physically comfortable she felt mentally restless. She didn't really know what to make of the man as he was clearly not human and a part of her was bothered by it. Was that wrong of her? Perhaps justified? She couldn't really focus on how she felt. Though as she felt the temperature raise ever so slightly, so did she. Stepping outside of her tent, she worked quickly to take down her own setup. There was no time to really let waste, especially if they were to get away from the main road. Despite her not being very talkative, she seemed to be more open to the idea of the man despite it. She didn't seem to be getting friendly though it was clear she wasn't really fearing him either. Cautious, yes, though she wasn't watching over her shoulder every second. And with each minute he didn't do anything threatening or demeaning, the more lose and relaxed she had become. \n\n***\"If you haven't already guessed, we're leaving at first light.\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern was behind a couple of trees, when she exited the tent. The orc was busy skinning a fox that, during the night, had been driven to the camp by the smell of the smoked meat. \nThe greenskin reached the camp after he made sure to remove the last pieces of flesh from the raw hide. \"I'm ready, lead the way.\" The remaining parts of the camp were all made out of wood, which meant that leaving it as it was did not really mattered much. The orc's nameless horse was ready and fresh, but Stern did not plan on riding it, of course. The hunter waited for his new guide to begin walking with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam begun to finish up setting up her tent onto the saddle, latching it on with a pair of belts. Her own saddle was that of a cargo hold more than one for her ro ride. She clicked her tongue lightly and immediately the stallion begun to raise himself from the ground and up onto his feet, preparing to leave. Taking off the blanket from Leon, she folded it and set it over her shoulder. Placing the saddle onto the horse and then her harness which held the lead, she began to prepare everything on her end, doing a few buckle checks. Looking over the camp, she then looked to the sure. Taking some dirt, she snuffed out the flames with a quick huff. Lightly patting her hands, she lets her eyes move back up to the orc who now held a fox hide. \n\n***'It's going to take about another three or four days until we get there. That's taking the Lockwood route. You're in luck, it goes straight through the woods and is usually on the outskirts of roads. It hugs them but it's still out of sight, out of mind.\"*** She explained it carefully as she begins to click her tongue lightly, taking a brush for a moment, she begins to lightly rub off the dirt from the night. While keeping careful care of her horse, she finally begins to make the use of the now slowly rising sun."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern nodded, rather encouraged by the information regarding his new travel route. \"Lockwood... Your people were known by my clan, but we decided not to let our paths intertwine...\" Stern put both his hood and scarf on, then checked the thick leather straps that were wrapped around his forearms and hands, making sure that the round pieces of dirty brass on his knuckles were at their place. Those makeshift gauntlets of boiled leather were able to stop an arrow and their metal attachments granted the orc a devastating effect whenever he madd them collide with any foe. \nEvery piece of his gear made clear that its owner had always found himself in dangerous situation by the way it was either summarilly fixed or crafted with a practical use in mind. In the wild lands there was no time for vanity."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "His appearance was a bit of a worry for her- simply because it would be hard to get him into the city otherwise. A sigh escaped her lips before the attention of her clan's name caught her ear. She turned over her shoulder, now following the felled stumps. It brought the duo deeper into the forest and it seems each of them was marked with two arrows going opposite directions with one being an L and the other being a V. She followed the arrow that was marked with a V. To an untrained eye, they would be very hard to uncover due to the minuscule nature of them. Though due to her examination of them it might be possible for the Orc to make the distinction. \n\n***\"Aye, as we have you. Though our family tends to be more.. Secluded as is. So, getting a chance to meet is fairly rare.\"*** Mariam turns back to the path, as it was well loved over the years and years that it had existed. She let out a laugh, the torn up path having a good layer of clean snow sticking though barely. ***\"Before horses, we had boar. Though we were targeted for them,. After a while. Switching to horses seemed like a stupid idea due to them dying off so frequently, but once we bred them, we were already a forced to be reckoned with. After two generations of the Lockwood Clan owning them, we always had at least four or five guarding the barn. At that point, we stopped being a target though I almost feel bad for the surrounding farms that were in our area. Our family grew rather large, so we ended up lucky to have the money top support everyone. Though your renown for the boars you have because the area was so remote that it was smart if nothing else to raise them there. Or so I have heard- I trust your own Clan has been doing well?\"*** \n\nShe began to speak more openly now. After being so quiet, she thought she might as well inquire about something if nothing at all."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern marched silently by her side, his steps were making the ground shake slightly and emitted a loud thud as the orc's weight impacted with the ground. His ears and eyes were scanning the surroundings, yet he paid attention to what Mariam said. As she asked him the question regarding his Clan, the hunter gritted his teeth slightly. \n\"I am the only one that has yet to walk among the spirits...\" He said with a rather heavy tone. He was travelling to avenge his family and grief was one of the few things he couldn't fight against. \nHe returned to his usual silent behaviour, his attention drawn by a small bird that flew above his head."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam had to take a moment to absorb the infromation offered to her, soon letting her gaze move from him and his attention to the bird and finally back over to the path ahead of them. She looked a bit dumbfounded, her eyes shifting as she looks over the tree astumps that line their journey. She felt the ground rumble ever so slighty, though she seemed to be considering it.\n\n***\"B-By Gemorr..\"*** She cursed under her breath, going to lightly rub at the back of her head for a second. She wouldn't say much else for a time before letting her eyes fall to the ground as they walked. ***\"I apologize for bringing it up.. The news hadn't reached us. I shouldn't have assumed..\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc kept silent. He did not see a reason to speak, something else was keeping his mind busy. He smelled the air in the same way of many wild animals. He growled softly as his fingers tightened around the handle of his axe. \"We are not alone.\" He spoke in a softer manner, still walking in case somebody was spying on them. \"Do not stop moving, if it's ambush they will attack us if they notice that we found them out.\" \nStern began focusing more on the surroundings, his nose told him clearly that something that smelled like old leather and sweat was close, but his ears had yet to notice any unusual noises."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's face contorted as she began to break out a slight sweat. Her eyes darted around for a moment, though she continued on as instructed, her lips pursing as she went to lower her gaze to the ground quickly after letting her frame shift. She kept to herself as she let him do the hard work of trying to figure out what was going on. Laying low, she let her hands raise to her horses neck.\n\n***\"Y-You ought to name your horse..\"*** She attempted vague conversation now, trying to keep it cool if she can manage it."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc looked at her with a rather annoyed expression. He was about to reply when an arrow hit him in the shoulder. \nWith a growl of frustration and anger, Stern tried to locate the exact location of the archer as the incredible pain coming from his shoulder began to fuel his rage. \"NAME MY HORSE!? WOMAN YOU ARE DEFINITELY AN AWFUL LIAR.\" He roared in pain before pulling the arrow out of his flesh and throwing it on the ground. His ears twitched as he noticed a movement in the trees, so he quickly reached for the smaller knife that he kept in his boot and trew it with deadly precision. A guttural noise was heard as a hooded man rolled out of some bushes with a knife stuck in his back.\nHe didn't have a bow, which led the hunter to believe that there were many other people around them. \nHe got into a simple and very nimble stance, ready to dodge eventual arrows."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's feet shift as she heard the Orc's roar and it nearly made her relieve herself. The sound was brutal as she immediately went to grip onto her own Axe's hand- quickly going to hold onto it with her own brand of ferocious vitality. It was clear they knew that they were surrounded by whoever it was that was this deep within the forest.\n***\"I'm not kidding you know!\"*** She went to unsheathe the axe, soon going to click her tongue in a way to send the horse off into one direction, out of distance from her though still in the area. ***\"Our horses ain't just a meat sack!\"*** Her own rage bubbled beneath her as she set her back against his own. She held it more defensively than she did offensively, going to watch the tree line. She was clearly panicked. She only really dealt with attackers once before, when a small group had some when she was fifteen. She and her family held them off for long enough to break their spirit luckily and it was at that point when they finally started branding their fowls."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern intercepted an incoming arrow, stepping diagonally to move closer to the tree line and dodge the arrow at the same time. A red stain was starting to spread on his shoulder, but the orc decided not to focus too much on that minor wound. His nose was telling him that someone was on top of a near tree and the second arrow had been shot from the same spot as before, which was a bit farther from them, probably hidden by some bushes. \nStern quickly reached the man on the ground, noticing that he was still alive. He grinned evily beneath his scarf before picking the now unconscious man and hold him as a meat shield. \nNot that he needed one, but the psychological influence of it would have affected the morale of the remaining attackers.\n\nAnd so it did. Two men wearing peasant clothing and wielding a pitchfork and a short sword stormed into the clearing, surrounding the orc. Another man with a shield and a club charged Mariam. Stern noticed how none of them carried a bow. The archer was still hidden..."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's face contorted slightly as she looked over the man as be continued to approach now. She kept up her more defensive stance as her brow furrowed. She held the axe expertly, having been accustomed to the weapon she wielded. She herself was ready for a counter attack as well, still letting herself grow nearer to Stern for the added protection the hulk of a man offered. She went to pull up her hood for added protection, shielding her eyes from view from the man across from her. She frowned lightly, going to continue stepping back unless she knew Stern was nearby. \n\nThough as the man began to run to try finding the archer, it left her without the Orc's looming protection, so finally, she stopped backing up and let her weight move into her legs- shifting her frame into the ground and widening her stance. Should he rush her, she would most certainly be ready. She let out a huff through her nose, going to stare him down despite him not being able to see her eyes.\n\n***\"I would ask why, though I doubt a slimy rat like you could even come up with a reason.\"***"
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The bandit spitted on the ground \"This rat surely knows how to make ladies like you cry and scream!\" He said after emitting a chuckle, showing his yellowish teeth and letting the fetid stench of alcohol, meat and low hygiene out of his mouth. He swung his club, aiming for her armed hand. There was no trace of a technique in that attack, just the clumsy way of fighting derived from brawls and fights against weaker opponents.\n\nStern was moving quickly through the snow, leaving behind him a red trail. He was losing blood, but not in a way that would have calmed his primal rage. His breaths were quick, growly and animalistic in such a way that one would have struggled to recognize the orc as an intelligent being and not a wild beast. The orc's red eyes darted to a tree, his nose told him that his prey was located on top of it. An arrow coming from the it erased all of the possible doubts of the orc, who blocked the projectile with his thick leather braces. \"SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARDY BASTARD\". His roar made some of the branches shake. A clear sign of the archer's hiding spot. \nWith a swift move, Stern trew his axe at the branches, cutting them off. \nA small figure fell from them, hitting the snowy ground. The orc unsheathed his dagger, pacing fast to reach the cloaked figure.\nHe lifted the surprisingly small body, his anger did not gave him the chance to understand who the archer was until he was holding him by his neck. A young boy, probably not older than 11 years old was struggling to free himself from the orc's grip."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "As the Bandit's attack moved into Mariam's own, a yelp of pain escaped her- her frame taking a step or two back as the impact pushed her. She gulped hard now, her frame going to set up a counter attack. With one hand on her axe, her stronger arm- the right arm had begin to use it to drive into the shield. Lodging it there, she went to charge forwards to get him off balance on onto his back. With powerful legs, she maneuvered to get her boots into the ground in a way that gave her more traction than her sloppy opponent. \n\nShe didn't speak, and instead she used her newfound traction and the hold of the axe within the shield to twist his arm . It wouldn't take much for her weapon to dislodge from the place where she put it, though it would certainly give him a quick bit of pain that could let her take the advantage in the fight.\n\n—-\n\nThe young boy that was now hanging by his throat tried desperately to claw at the man's hand. His eyes grew wide as panic set in. As he began to desperately fight and claw at the fingers that hoisted him up in the air. A bear of a man, the cloth likely coating the fur that lurks beneath. He looked down to the arm as he clawed at the surface, noting how when he tried to dig at the thick fabric, it was the texture of leather and skin.. Not fur. He tried his hardest to scream in terror, though the waning airflow to his small lungs continued to decrease. He whimpered before trying to holler and finally- he spoke. \n\n**\"M-Mercy! P-Please!\"** As the young boys voice had the air of terror, so did the creeping blue skin that began to flood his face and the dark purple under where the orc had held onto him. He looked young, though not innocent. It was for the Orc to decide."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Something changed in the eyes of the hunter... Their colour was returning to the usual tone of brown. The orc trew the child aside, making him fall a few meters away where the snow was thick enough to prevent an eventual bone fracture. Stern spitted on the ground and emitted a growl before sheathing his dagger and gathering his axe. He then reached the boy, crouching next to him. \nSomething in his mind was telling him to end the child's life, yet those weren't the ways of his Clan...\n \"Kill only when your life depends on it...\" \nHis eyes travelled to the bow that was attached to the quiver of the young attacker. A finely crafted weapon, short enough to be used in confined spaces or by a small archer. The greenskin looked at it before taking the weapon and snapping it in two. \"If you try to follow us you will follow your friends on the Plains of Anguish.\" His threat sounded sharp and painful like the crack of a whip. The orc stood up and walked back to the clearing where he had been attacked, stumbling a bit as adrenaline became scarcer and scarcer in his blood. His wounds were no longer bleeding, Stern tried to ignore the pain as he left the child alone.\n\nThe bandit groaned in pain, instinctively swinging his club aimlessly while stumbling backwards. \"UGH! You damn bitch!\" He realized how useless his shield was against such a well crafted axe. A painful reality that he tried to ignore to better focus on the fight."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam's fingertips shifted on her axe, attempting to make a hit onto the man as his shield went down though temporarily. Though as she made her way into the opening, his flailing mace had struck her shoulder, sending her balance down hill. Yelping, her voice carried with it the sound of pain. She went to slam her axe into the ground before using the pressure she had into the ground to help her roll away from the man now. She held her should to herself now, the pressure creating a lasting impact on her frame. Inhaling deeply, she let out a sigh. She didn't have long before his arm became useable again, so quickly she used her axe to help her back to standing. She hoisted herself up, shaking her head while adjusting under her cloak. It didn't take long for her to bring her axe back up to her defensive position again, spitting lightly onto the ground.\n***\"Seems I am the one making you cry this time around.\"*** She coughed lightly now, and unless the man attacked her now, she would soon find her balance again.\n\n—\n\nThe young boy soon found himself running, while being in pain, he didn't want to turn back and face the talking bear. Forever the words would stick with him. That was if, he could survive running aimlessly in the cold winter of Taemar. Though, that was yet to be seen. And perhaps never seen again."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The bandit decided to attempt a charge, seeing the momentary weakness of his foe as a chance to end the fight. He was about to hit the young lady on her head when an axe flew through his arm before biting into the thick bark of a tree. A thud was heard, driving the attention of the man on his arm. His expression mutated quickly into a mixture of panic and pain. \n\nHis forearm was laying on the cold snow, starting to paint it of a mesmerizing crimson red. The bandit screamed at the top of his lungs, falling backwards and holding onto what remained of his arm. Tears of terror started flowing from his eyes to the sides of his face. That macabre scene did not last long... He felt the grip of an enormous hand pulling onto his reddish hair, the ground beneath him became slightly distant. \n\nStern looked at that pitiful man with an expression of disgust before slamming the man's face against an exposed rock. The action was repeated three times as the noise of splattering blood and tore flesh mixed themselves with the muffled screams of the bandit, ceasing when what used to look like a human stopped moving. The orc let the corpse lay in the snow and looked at Mariam, his eyes showed no emotion. \"Are you injured?\""
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam adjusted her stance to catch the spear that was tossed to her. Her lips pursed unamused as she went to instead pack it up with her things and opted to se them among her items that were attacked to her horse. She strapped them in each one at a time while her gaze shifted back to massive man. She wondered where his humanity stopped and started after she saw such a brutal thing- though she felt as if questioning it might be a problem come the near future. \n\nShe soon began the trek along the dense woods a second time, letting Stern trail behind her absently. She would frequently stop to take a drink of water and let her horse recuperate here and then as to make the trip more bearable for Leon. Her lips let out a sigh as she stretched mid walk, as she saw the sun begin ti dip down. She didn't say anything during the trip until now. \n\n***\"Currently it would be best for us to rest soon I think we can make it another mile or two if we pick up the pace. But after that dips down we are stopping to let the horses rest.\"*** *She goes to adjust her belongings on the horse, already beginning to prepare her belongings for a quick camp setup. She takes out a large bag of rocks that she frequently uses to help contain a fire and begins to lug them around but her strengthened frames allows her to keep up with her horses pace which was now moving at a more stable gait. The excess of weight was needed to keep the horse from wearing himself out, but now since they were in the last leg, Mariam let up a bit.\n\nThe smooth river stones clanked endlessly as she let her frame bounce slightly while tailing after the stallion. A smile curled over her lips while clicking lightly to keep the horse within range. She looked behind her to make sure her traveling companion was keeping up, though when she turned back, she seemed to almost forget he was there, leaving him to keep up with her in her own environment while not being so quick she would lose him. She was simply gaining speed so she could set up their eventual camp quicker. \n\n—-\n\nAfter another hour of travel, Mariam finally noted the camp log, as well as the others which surrounded the area. She approached carefully as she scanned the ground to make sure no other animals were using the area, but after clearing it was free- she was quick the work the stone into the ground and contain some tinder in the circle. As dusk approached over the mountains peaks, she worked tirelessly to at least get the fire going before then."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "As Stern reached her in the new camp site, he took a look around and sighed. His ability to see in the dark would have shortened their trip, but he remained patient and tied his horse to a tree, taking all the cargo the animal was carrying off it. He then searched his supplies for his firestones, a tlnder mushroom and some fairly dry logs. \nHe set everything up near the circle of pebbles and in less than 10 minutes a fire was crackling with life in the cold night. Stern did not plan on sleeping, he decided to prepare for a night hunt, leaving his most encumbering supplies near the fire. \"I will be back in an hour, call my name if anything happens.\"\n\nThe orc waited for Mariam to acknowledge his statement before motioning towards the tree line."
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"author": "doodlebunn_",
"message": "Mariam adjusted her stance ever so slightly before going to turn over her shoulder to the Orc. Her own campsite was ready to be used as she began to set the wax coated leather up on the spikes that would keep it up during the night. Standing back up. She went over to her horse which was stationed besides the fire as she began to blanket coating process to keep the stallion comfortable through the night. \n\n***\"We need food so have at it. I have some roots we can use though I don't know if there is enough water for stew in the area. Roasting them might be the best option for the time. Try for some rabbit if you can.*** Mariam continued to set up her area, again keeping it nominal and easy to clean up if need be. She sat besides her horse as she rummaged through her saddle, keeping the words breif and coherent for the time being."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "The orc did not answer as he disappeared into the vegetation. He was still enduring the stinging pain of the two wounds that were slowly healing. He most likely would have had to cautherize them to avoid an infection, but those thoughts remained secondary as he was slowly advancing through the snow. He smelled the air like a hound, letting his senses guide him. \n\nAs time passed by, Stern began venturing farther into the forest. The moon was beginning to shed her timid, cold light on the treetops when Stern came across a large, hollow tree. It was definitely older than most of the trees around it, by the size the orc pictured an age of about 200 years.\n\nStern nodded at it, muttering a few words in the primal tongue of his clan \"Mad'gurah nok soshadd vir lokun\", a short prayer to the spirit of balance, Mad'gurah, one of the most important spirits for his ancestral religion, the one being able to rule above the elements to allow the other spirits to live in harmony. \nStern could smell a new scent coming from the tree, which drove him close enough to notice some symbols near the cavity in the trunk of the old oak."
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"message": "Whalren had been felling trees since the sun went down the day previously, using only his right arm, a feat made less impressive when your right arm is in fact a woodsman's axe. Behind the bear-like man lied a short trail of stumps and branches leading to a clearing containing a sizable wagon. Taking the logs from the fallen trees, he loaded them into the wagon over his back, making the stack feet taller than himself. The load was going to be complete soon, hopefully before the next morning. \n\n~\n\nThe sounds of a large bear echoed through the forest as Whalren stored the last of his logs. He didn't turn around, instead began unscrewing his axe and walking directly to the bag tied to a tree in the clearing.\n\nHis eyes widened and his pace quickened as he fiddled with the mechanisms in his arm. The growling ceased but the sound of a large scuttling animal persisted. Finally detaching the axe, Whalren placed it into the bag, taking out a different instrument. Specks of metal glinted through rust on this industrial meat hook. Contrasting with the well crafted, intricate axe was a hook, possibly salvaged from a fishing company. He twisted it into his arm, now turning around, facing the source of the noise. The bearded man squinted his eyes into the adjacent trees, scanning for large moving objects. The hook now laid at his side fully fastened, he began pacing forward into the trees.\n\nThe forest quickly grew dark, the far reaching limbs of the trees blotting out the sky, making it impossible to tell day from night. Sounds of rustling and groans that seemed too far from human erupted again."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern noticed the sound of heavy steps in the snow. He groaned and unsheathed his dagger. His limbs felt heavy, yet he wouldn't have died without a fight. He could clearly see a large man approaching. The size of the unknown giant surprised the hunter, who had never seen someone taller than him. He didn't like it. Yet he noticed the peg leg and the hook, which made him gain more confidence. In the end that giant was severely handicapped.\nStern crawled back into the hole from which he came from, waiting for the man to come closer. The tension was making his wounds ache in a softer manner, but fighting with honor was not part of his options."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "The bear man continued at his pace, the hook swaying hanging beside him. He walked through the branches and leaves until he met the clearing, where he was sure the source of the sound was coming from, but to no avail. There was no bear, no animal of any sort, nothing but a trail of blood that the night made invisible. \n\nSeeing few other options, Whalren continued on this path, steeping over a large hole near the center of the clearing."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "A green hand suddenly came out of the hole, holding firmly onto the peg leg and pulling down the man with inhuman strength. The ground collapsed under the giant and in less than a few seconds, Stern was on top of him, pinning the hook with his knee and pressing his blade on the giant's neck. \"Who are you?\" A growl echoed through the tunnels."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "\"Hell, yaw lost aun't yah?\" The giant's hand searched for a rock from under the snow, colliding it with the green mans head. The dagger flinched and drove into Whalrens neck. Blood streamed from his chin and neck and as he yanked his hook back attempted to stand up, falling on his peg. The two now feet apart, the giant looked at him \"Jus' stay 'ight there, yeah\" Pointing his hook at the pig man, and steady stream of blood still flowing out, now creating a pool on the ground."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Wounded, angry and cold, Stern had been stumbling through the snow, cursing the man with the hook for striking him in the temple with a rock. The greenskin had reached a rock formation which somehow granted shelter from the elements. Stern's determination made him ignore a fair amount of pain, making laying down near the megalithes a more than relaxing experience. The hunter sat up groaning and began using his emergency supply of wood and tinder to light a fire, which took him a longer time as he couldn't focus properly due to the constant shivers. The orc laid down as the flames began to feed themselves with the dry wood and regarding their maker with warmth and light. \n\nThen Stern's eyes closed."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Raunkastel, SE Taemar\nClovis Merovingian \n\nThe seat of the famous and honorable Merovingian House was located in the southeastern corner of Taemar, between the mountain ranges of Ibethiel anda the Grey Hills of Northwind. A tall and stoneborn castle was erected in the center of the city of Raunkastel, a settlement that traced its origins to the first Grunewald to take the throne. Ever since then, Raunkastel became an important strategic city. It was established in a chokepoint where the mountains continued to stretch to the east and west and the hills rolled to the north and south, with Raunkastel greeting any traveler that came down the slopes to the marshlands of Taemar.\n\nThe Merovingian earned their fame through show of loyalty to the crown and their devotion to keep the land orderly under the stern laws of House Grunewald. The House started small in comparison to present time, not even holding a fief to call their own. It was through much hardship of their generations and the display of their prowess in combat and diplomacy that they rose the social pyramid of Taemar to the date Clovis I raised an army to reconquer the city of Raunkastel from the treacherous hands of the crown's opposition.\n\nClovis I was known as Clovis, the Man-eater. He gained such title by being a ruthless warrior and the owner of a vicious horse he called Chopper. Chopper belonged to one of the finest breeds of Taemar and the most dangerous. They struck fear not only in their enemies, but also in their riders. A being had to be of exquisite bravery to try to tame a horse that could eat him!\n\nClovis I's legend was that his horse could vault over the walls of enemy fortifications and devour the defense before it had time to retaliate. Realistically, Clovis tricked the rebels into opening the gates of Raunkastel, through which his heavy cavalry flooded the streets and slaughtered the garrison. Raunkastel was awarded to the Merovingian for the House's efforts, to remain under their control until present time.\n\nA distinguished House in the midst of glory seekers, the Merovingian were humble where others were wallowing in their pride. They stood fast to their knightly beliefs, through thick and thin, even when others betrayed chivalry for personal gain. Their actions made the neighboring kingdom of Ibethiel curious to their existence, which constantly prodded the borders. Yet every time the Ibethielians advanced, they had a welcoming reception that invited them to the city for feasts and diplomatic meetings. The next generations of leaders, Clovis II and III, continued the tradition which cemented good relations between the House and Ibethiel, indirectly influencing the relations between Taemar and its neighboring kingdom."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "All was silent in the snow covered forest, the clear blue sky allowed the green pines and the snowy mountains at the horyzon to bathe in the warm sunlight. The sweet chirping of the birds was filling the air with joy and calm. \n\nA small, white rabbit was trotting its way upon a small pile of snow, stumbling a bit and emitting an adorable squeak. The innocent creature climbed up the snow, struggling a bit. As it reached its top, the animal curled up into a soft ball of white fur to enjoy the warmth of the sun, still ready to run from eventual predators.\n\nWhat the bunny wasn't prepared for was the green hand that emerged from the snow beneath it, grabbing the bunny and pulling it down."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Beyond the city of Raunkastel, Lord Clovis had power over the earth around it, including the two small villages found deeper in Taemar soil, mostly hunters and hogmasters. A third and last village was found closer to Northwind soil and worked the wood from the bordering forest. It grew between two hills arguing with each other in their pronounced ledges. Clovis did not really control it all by himself. He had lesser nobles, Knightblood people that did not have enough coin or prestige. The smaller Houses tended to join forces with a bigger one, through which they sent their own aspiring knights to gain experience and, for some, glory.\n\nTaemar was brought together through the will of iron, and the Grunewald way was not forgotten in Raunkastel. Clovis had a kindred reputation, much like his ancestors. The people revered and feared him. He was merciful, not because he was merciful in himself, but because the people liked mercy and they were at his responsibility. Alas, if one were to break the law, harsh punishment was to be expected from the more genuine, ruthless image of Clovis as a warlord. That was why he had a habit of looking for people capable of ruling the lands in his stead while he focused on the military aspect of Raunkastel and its surrounding lands."
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"My lord!\" Relia burst through the door, not bothering to knock, prioritizing her duties over civilities, \"I require your approval for the suggested guest list for the next feast!\" She walked towards Clovis with purpose in every step, carrying herself like how one would in front of a lord but with a tad bit more casualness. \n\nPlacing the file of papers on the table, she began to shuffle through them to find the particular few she needed him to see before gathering then in her hands and tapping it against the table surface to straighten all of them at once, \"Here, all the big names are on it, but if there are any particular ones you'd like to add I'm sure that can be arranged, as well as any you don't want.\" \n\nRelia held them out in his direction, \"There's also the matter of the menu for the day, the sides and all that. It is a hunt, but the sauces, drinks and fruits must be decided. Though it is a good season for pears, or so I've heard.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Relia had been either in the kitchen or in the larder,which didn't surprise the nobleman. Although what she really was doing remained a mystery to him, she could be doing inventory. He trusted Relia enough to know she could have used the other slight of stairs in the kitchen from coming from somewhere else. She had a busy life tending to the finances of the city, along its surrounding land. Clovis abhorred official meetings. He always preferred Relia to deal with dignitaries or be his diplomat to talk things through. He certainly wasn't much of a speaker out of choice, perhaps, because he thought his perspective too stern, much like the royalty his House pledged oath to. Clovis was a warmonger, with some education. But Relia was his opposite, with extra cunning.\n\n\"Make yourself at home, Relia.\" He said with a monotonous tone, taunting her about his own excitement for the upcoming feast. He was being sarcastic, just to spite. He organized a hunt and festivities all around in the dining hall, which was a massive room of wooden reinforcement and base stone, torchlights scattered in the circle walls with a haughty fire in the center. A round gape sealed with a wooden trapdoor was open to lead the smoke to the top through the center pillar of the upper levels. It heated the stone walls and warmed the atmosphere above.\n\n\"Let me see.\" He took the papers she meticulously chose and read through them. Some of the Houses were laughable in his recognition of strength, but then he also knew about all the webs behind diplomacy. That was something he also wanted to entrust Relia with. He just wanted to be kept up to date to make educated decisions. \"Wine works all the time.\" His tone turned to be quite casual, a noble talking to his confident or simply a man talking to a woman. Clovis did not have an ulterior motive. He was a man of battle and enjoyed his rest and drills when not in war. He was welcoming, but his public image was that of a harsh lord. There was a first time to when he tilled the land and that was when he was still a boy, then a boy turned teen. He did many things, but nothing was as good as the practices with his father or training with the dummies.\n\nMany years later, there he was sitting on a large chair, looking at his advisor with a smirk. \"I want the fresh fruits and the best wine. We shall decide the menu with the outcome of the hunt. Sauces shall be decided then. If it goes awry, then no one will look forward to eat from *Our* Larder.\" Clovis said, in half a jest. But he was serious. \"That's the spirit of the hunt, as I see it, anyway.\" He cleared his throat, curled hand in front of his mouth. \"How are the affairs of the land?\" He asked in a smooth transition, still gazing at Relia."
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "The simple answers Clovis always gave were the best and worst thing, telling her exactly what to do but forever in a vague manner. Should she get the pears then? Or the classic grapes? Guess she'll just have to get everything of everything. Not like she hadn't done that before. \n\n\"Fair, at the current moment. The current tax is just right, and because of it we're looking at a steady income that is starting to bring us returns, alongside happy citizens of course. The amount of resources being sold in the most recent weeks is down slightly, but that's attributed to the seasons changing and is nothing unusual.\" She shuffled through her stack of papers as she speaks, looking around for the important notes to give Clovis the condensed versions of, \"There's the matter of reports from the latest hunts of minor nobles that visited as well. The number of animals seen and hunted has dropped by a considerable amount in that one area that we use, therefore I suggest either a change in location for the tourists or we capture large quantities of creatures and relocate them into the current one.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "It was a very difficult struggle to clean up after the rebellious lords that occupied Raunkastel before the Merovingian. The duty to install lucrative guilds and create trade agreements with the different Houses and cities, both foreign and domestic, took a great deal of time, money and sacrifice. Clovis and Relia were continuing the legacy of the House and coming to a turning point in which investment was returned with growing profit. He would be remembered as the lord who lifted the economy after long years of turmoil, but the deed had begun long ago with Clovis I, or Clovis the Maneater.\n\n\"I hope I don't get to hear more about tax reforms for the coming years. I still have nightmares pertaining to our meetings.\" The noble said, half hearted in the joke, just as he was being half hearted in being serious. \"I approve a change of scenery. Needless work to capture and change their location. What if they just decide to run back hom after being released? There goes our hunt.\" He shrugged. \"Let's not repeat last year's incident. This year, no flesh eating horses.\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"Right, no to the flesh eating horses.\" She makes note of it by scribbling down some illegible writing on a piece of rough paper within the stack. The fact that no one else can read her notes except her is another reason why any spies haven't made off with castle secrets yet. Or at least that's what she keeps saying.\n\n\"I'll make sure to have the new location boardered up to prevent the animals from escaping as well as send scouts to find places for camp.\" Relia gathers up all her papers and puts them neatly into the file, \"I'll ask a servant to deliver the sample invitations to you later. For now I'll be taking my leave, if there's nothing more?\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Clovis let out a small chuckle. She always told him she'd border up the hunting grounds, but the man always had other plans.\n\n\"There is no need to wall off the hunting grounds. Just have the hunters keep track of the game in the area. In case they migrate, we will follow. Granted, it increases the odds of an unsuccessful hunt, but we are looking for a real challenge, not to spoil the nobles with handicaps.\"\n\nHe nodded at her last statement and then held up his right hand. \"There is a sensible matter I want you to handle your way.\" The lord of Raunkastel addressed his daughter's pilgrimage subtly. \"I need to know if Josephine's expedition is going smoothly. The House is not allowed to interfere, but it can remain watchful. If someone, say an advisor of the family, were to intervene, that isn't really breaking any rules, is it?\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"Well, *Technically* It would not be cheating. However I would agree in this case that someone should tail your daughter in any case that 'accidents' should occur. Though I feel that I must remind you that she would not be very happy to find out her father is sending his minions to watch over her every move.\" Relia ponders this for a moment, \"Perhaps sending someone more trained in subtlety? As the advisor of the family I could very well source one.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The man arched his brows and gave his chin a soft scratch. Josephine would hate it if she found out her father was watching her every move, especially when it was the first time she was out on her own, without Clovis to watch over her. It was unsettling to send her off, but needed as it was customary.\n\n\"I trust your discernment. Procure someone that you can trust. I don't care if their loyalty sides with coin. If that happens to be the case, you're free to make them an offer no one can outbid.\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"Of course my lord, I'll set aside a little bit of the latest from tax collections. Will that be all for now?\" Relia looks expectantly at Clovis, \"If not then I'll be seeing you after supper for a more detailed look into the current affairs. Many documents need signing and people's complaints to be addressed personally by you.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Joseph and Alessia Vema\nValeen, Taemar \n\n\nLight taps echoed through the office as Alessia impatiently paced in circles while her husband watched from behind his desk. It had been a couple days since they've been updated on their daughter's wellbeing and only recently have they been close to interfering with her adventures. \n\n\"This is the second time she's parted with the amulet Joseph! Something is wrong, I can feel it!\" Alessia's anxiety was through the roof as she feared for her daughter's safety. Her stomach continued to turn as she began to pale from the nausea. She had been distressed the past couple of weeks when they were informed of their daughter's activities and the man she had accompany her. \n\nIt was never known that Marsila's parents had placed a location spell on the amulet chain, granting them knowledge of the young shifter's location as long as she possessed it. However, it proved useful for the two after their daughter decided she wanted to leave, abandoning her home without warning or a note. \n\nWhen Joseph noticed Marsila's absence, he immediately paid for a mercenary to track her down and report to him if she was in danger, or if she had left by her own choice. When he found it was the latter, he reassured Alessia that their daughter was safe after he arranged for the same Mercenary to keep an eye on Marsila yet remain unseen. He had proven himself useful until now, when he had managed to lose her to Atovar.\n\nJoseph released a deep sigh as he listened to his wife rant before he stood up from his chair and strode around his desk. He gently held onto her arms, just near her shoulders before pulling her into an embrace. She relaxed into his hold as she rested her cheek against his chest though her irregular breathing continued as she feared for Marsila's safety. They were aware the shifter and the amulet were seperated from each other as Colin was now in ibethiel, searching for Marsila while the amulet was shown to be located near Brindell. \n\n\"Alessia, you need to get a hold of yourself. I understand Marsila is missing but panicking wont do us any good.\" He began to brush his fingers through his wife's hair to comfort her as he thought of ways to find their daughter. \n\n\"I am going to need you to stay here in Taemar where it is safe while I travel to ibethiel.\" He began until he was cut off. \n\n\"You are not going to leave me here alone and completely useless!\" She argued, pulling away from her husband so she was able to glare at him. \n\nJoseph looked towards her with a stoic expression. He understood her desperation to join him but he wasn't going to risk losing his wife if his plan went south. Alessia meant the world to him and he couldn't imagine how he would handle the loss if they were attacked during their journey to Hexraxes, especially after they were forced to abandon their son when he refused to move to Valeen with them and allow their daughter to run off to find herself.\n\n\"You're not useless Alessia but I can't have you arguing with me on this one. I just need to you to trust me.\" \n\nAlessia looked towards Joseph with her lips pursed in a thin line, wanting to complain yet knew it was pointless to start an argument about it. Instead, she turned her back on her husband and stormed out of the office. Exhaling deeply, Joseph returned to his desk and began planning his journey to ibethiel, keeping in mind the contacts he had, who could possibly aid him in his search. \n\nIt was a few hours until Alessia returned with a few men following behind her, armed with weapons. Joseph kept his eyes on the papers in front of him, assuming his wife was back to convince him she should be travelling to ibethiel also.\n\n\"Since you refuse to let me journey with you, I gathered these men to keep you safe while you travel to Ibethiel. These two,\" She indicated to the men on her left as she spoke, yet before she was able to continue, Alessia noticed her husband wasn't paying attention. \"Joseph!\"\n\nLooking up with an annoyed gaze, his eyes connected with with Alessia who glared towards him in an angered manner. \"I'm sorry, continue?\"\n\nAlessia took a deep breath to calm herself before starting over, waving her head in front of the two on her left so her husband would know who she was talking about. \"These two are skilled in hand to hand combat while the two on my right are skilled in long range combat, hence the crossbow and the bow and arrow they carry. I expect you to take them with you. And..\"\n\nTurning to face the man who held the bow and arrow, she furrowed her brows as she attempted to recall his name. \n\n\"Colin.\" \n\n\"Thank you Colin.\" She was thankful he noticed her struggle before focusing back on Joseph. \n\n\"And Colin here knows his way into ibethiel. It's no hidden knowledge that ibethiel has borders that are difficult and at times, dangerous to cross so you will need the help.\" She finally finished what she needed to say and stood in front of his desk, waiting for what he had to say. \n\n\"Fine.\"\n\n\"Fine?\" \n\n\"I said fine Alessia, if it will settle your mind I will take these men with me.\" He knew it would only create further arguments if he was to deny her request. He was smarter than that as Alessia tended to become relentless when it came to getting things her way, he was lucky to convince her to stay in Taemar.\n\nStanding, Joseph looked towards the men and eyed over their appearances. \"I need you men to sort out a horse for yourselves. Have the stable boy help you out if you run into any issues and have him ready Bronte.\" \n\nOnce they had left, Joseph walked around his desk and grasped Alessia's hands in his own as she asked him if he was sure about her staying in Taemar. Pressing his lips against her forehead, his wife looked towards their entwined hands with saddened eyes. \"I'm sure Alessia. I need to make sure you stay safe.\" \n\nWith that, the two began their way towards the stables where the four sell-swords waited. Along with the four horses that were being ridden by the men, a palomino stallion stood tall as the stable boy prepped him for the long journey ahead. Turning to his wife, he placed his lips against hers and gave her a passionate kiss, knowing he would be without her until he found Marsila. Breaking apart, Joseph pulled himself up onto Bronte's saddle and turned to face Colin. \n\n\"You will lead us as you're more aware of the roads and trails that lead to ibethiel.\" \n\nThe sell-sword gave a short nod and nudged his heel into the horse's side, resulting in the horse to move ahead, beginning their trip to Hexraxes. \n\n\"Stay safe.\" Alessia called to her husband. \n\n\"I shall.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "There was supper for anyone wanting to snack before bed. It was all laid on the long wooden tables of the dining hall with a massive oaken wood at a corner opposite to the stairs. It was guarded by a few knights in separate corners of the hall, watchful of the perimeter for the safety of all people of good will and mind. It wouldn't be the first time a House had to expel or even kill a guest because of really bad altercations. Still, the servants were up and doing their tasks, finishing the simple, but bountiful display of soup and bread. It was a charitous greeting to any starving traveller, the guests that would come from near and far.\n\nEarly bloomers flocked to the castle gates, the core of the city of Raunkastel. From there they travelled to the center, a small walk to a massive tower connected with two more pillars of stone and wood. Its form was Gothic hence robust and plain, hard to a fault in the lack of expression. The arrow slits were a mix of horizontal stretched with ascending counter the clock pointing north. There was light sparkling from every window of the main structure. Those lined up had stronger glows to them, pushing the light against the stone and out. It blinded little parts of the sky around the tower where they spewed from. All light was an ardent flicker repeated over beats of fire that pulsed in the center of each large room. Funneled by metal contraptions, tubes that absorbed the smoke from below, guiding it above to the sky.\n\nClovis was walking along the stables, crossing their front view to witness the work of the younger serfs. The stables were a large and low structure next to the smaller tower of the castle presented on its west, connected to the barracks through a portcullis where ranks up to three can form in case of an emergency. The first layers were occupied by the standard breeds and vacant for the guests' mounts. Some were already being led to their division, where they would be fed and given water before the bell rung the strike of ten in the evening. The noble followed the small path out of the stables and around the main door to the barracks, crafted wooden with large iron hinges. The barracks were closed, but not inactive. Several soldiers were still awake, some performing guard duty and others establishing themselves in their quarters or in the recreation area. Past the eastern tower was the central pillar where the first guests were guided by an elder servant, up the steps to the massive iron portcullis. Chains rustled in the opening of the barred gate, then the doors themselves, wooden and reinforced iron, were pushed open by two guards. It was an effort from which the lights inside escaped to greet the guests with warmth and clarity. Armor and weapons were taken from them there to be kept in the main structure's, categorized to keep everything arranged and named for when the guests left.\n\nThe ground floor of the main tower was a massive hall with two wide flights of stairs at the northern end, opposite to the main southern doorway. The room was empty of the typical equipments and trophies posted against the walls. Instead, there were the Merovingian coat of plates, added the Grunewald standing at attention on different sides. Torches and braziers gave the floor comfort, with stands and smaller doors connecting with the other two towers and smaller divisions that were storage. Clovis hailed the first guests there and personally guided them up to the dining hall. There, they were presented with the rich view of food, water and juice. No wine that night, the celebration was to come only after the day's hunt, for the proper feast that followed.\n\nLetters of invitation were all piled up in a wooden table by the entrance to the main tower. No man could enter without it and the retinues were allowed to the second floor, barred from the following upper levels. They would, however, be allowed to rest at the barracks, among the soldiers of the castle. Only the people whose names were addressed and their direct families were given larger and private rooms in the third floor.\n\nThe older servants had much more discipline and manners, which allowed them to conduct their household tasks with the best level of efficiency. There were some young bloods mixed in with the old, the night prior to the feast being a good opportunity to educate them in the principles of etiquette as to serve the nobles in the more formal gathering. Clovis excused himself for the time being and let his guests enjoy the contents of the dining tables. Although they sat and ate, the nobles restrained their followers from eating much. Some wanted to take their time and see who else was arriving, others would rather just go directly to their rooms to rest. Whispers of gossip soon filled the atmosphere, like it usually happened in such occasions. Distant nobles met each other for the first time, in life or after years. Friendships tested the hall as circles inside circles were made, just like it was true for the political scene of Taemar.\n\n\nClovis did little in his absence. He was going to let his guests have some time to grow comfortable and wait for news of the more important people that were to arrive. He sat in an armchair by the central fireplace of the following level, a meeting room surrounded by living quarters and more meeting rooms. On a daily basis, it was standard for him and his advisors to discuss the realm in the main assembly room, with other, smaller rooms sufficing for the needs of his castle guard, the guardians of his heir and servants. After the departure of Josephine, the halls and quarters beyond that level felt more empty.\n\nWho else would arrive during the evening?"
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Sir Gringen Kemp\nShortly after passing through Taemar's border.**\n\nIbethiel's royal carriage was at the top of a hill when Dennon looked out the window and saw fog flowing through the valleys around them. In a different mood, it may have made the king feel unnerved at the eerie setting, but at the moment, it had a calming effect. \"This is the Taemar I remember...\" He said to Gringen.\n\nAfter getting off the hill, the stench of manure filled their nostrils. A couple young farm kids were shoveling it in a field off the road into a pail, presumably for fertilizer. Upon seeing the carriage going by with a few guards accompanying it, they abandoned their work and began throwing chunks of the livestock deposits at the traveling party. \"*This* Is the Taemar I remember.\" Gringen said in response.\n\n. . .\n\n\"What do you mean I'm not on the list?\" Dennon asked one of the guards at the gate of Raunkastel castle.\n\n\"I'm just not seeing your name, sir.\" The guard said, looking over the paper again.\n\n\"You do realize he's the king of Ibethiel. It would be a pretty hard name to miss.\" Gringen added.\n\n\"It would indeed.\" Said the sympathetic but unpersuaded guard.\n\n\"Are you new to this job?\" Dennon asked.\n\n\"I had plenty of training.\" The guard said defensively. \n\n\"In other words, yes.\" Dennon said, irritated.\n\n\"Wait, does the list have a back side?\" Gringen asked.\n\nThe guard lifted the paper from the board it sat on and glanced at the back side. \"Oh, there you are. That explains a lot.\" The guard declared as though he had solved a great mystery.\n\n\"Does it, now?\" Dennon asked sarcastically.\n\n\"Looks like we're squared away, then. All I need to see now is your invitation.\" The guard said contently.\n\n\"We went through all of this and only now do you ask for the invitation?!\" Gringen asked, starting to lose his temper.\n\n\"Relax, Gringen. I have it.\" Dennon said, holding the envelope in one hand while rubbing his forehead with the other.\n\n\"Excellent. Just hang on to that until you get to the main door. Have a nice evening.\" The guard waved the carriage on.\n\n\"It will be hard to top this moment.\" Gringen said as they rolled away.\n\n\"I need a drink...\" Dennon muttered weakly.\n\n. . .\n\n\"Please go settle in the barracks. I don't want you fighting for a decent bed. Don't worry, I can take care of myself until I meet again.\" Dennon said as they parted ways at the guest entrance. After brandishing his invitation to a far more competent guard, Dennon entered the main area looking for whoever could serve him some wine the fastest."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Tanyth Carven, City of Vallen \n\nA Mercenary grumbled irritably as she strode into Vallen, pushing her way through the crowds. Though it wasn't very hard to do that, she cut an imposing figure due to her size and the style of her armor. Black leather reinforced with steel scales with clawed steel gauntlets, pauldrons, greaves and an iron helmet shaped to look like the skull of a fanged monster. Her crimson red cloak hung down to her ankles, clasped around her shoulders with the silver insignia of a officer. The cowl was pulled over her head, hiding the eyes of her helmet and only allowing passerby to see the dagger like teeth. \n\nShe carried her sword in one hand, it was nearly as tall as she was and half a foot wide. She pointed the pommel at a beggar she passed and demanded he tell her the location of the broken vial, an information headquarters there in the city, it cost her twenty gold to get it out of the beggar which hardly bothered her, just a small price to pay for revenge. She knew this meant it's owner would know she was looking for her.\n\nShe strode through the streets toward the location, her hand over one of the larger pouches on her hip... Inside was a book with rough sketches of faces next to a single page with details pertaining to the remaining crew of the *Red Dawn* It was finally time for her to hunt them. One in each region, then the captain who still pillaged in the southern isles."
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"message": "Mina Aenerion (Situated yesterday.) \nRaunkastel \n\nMina's interest had peaked at the ladies comments, the only gesture of such was a slender eyebrow arching. An opportunity had arisen, and Mina's heart had pulsated with excitement at the thought. With a calm curious tone, she replied.\n\n'What would you propose Lady Relia?' \nShe had asked carefully. What did the Lady believe? Did this mean she had conflicting feelings about the Lord and his plans? What would she do if in the position? Hm. Curious, she thought. Dipping another spoonful into the tea based pudding and meeting it to her lips, she waited for the answer.\n\n```————————————————————————————————————```Mina Aenerion (The Following Day) \nThe Broken Vial.\n\nThe scouts head was beading with sweat from the intense run he had just made. On hearing the commotion downstairs, the doors of the broken vial bursting open with a ferocious bang, Mina rushed with a collective stride to the bar. On entering, the boy was haunched over, his hands on his knees as he sucked in bouts of air. Replenishing his lungs. With angular knotted arched eyebrows, Mina's voice was stern and direct.\n\n'What is it Tommy?'\n\n**10 MINUTES LATER**\n\nThe boy had left, returning to his usual duties. Various patrons and bartenders were on high alert, although delegated to carrying out their business. \nAnd Mina found herself lounging in an ornamented leather chair, comfortably positioned with a slender leg over the other with her back straight and confident. \nThe soft glow of the roaring amber fire before her warmed her exposed skin, shining off of the golden coin that was being flipped between her fingers with a skilful ease, creating a soft rhythmic patter against her flesh.\n\nA coin from a set of 20 from the very 'guest' she was waiting for. Her mind was turning, brimming on the threshold of adrenaline. She was aware of who the woman was. But unsure of where the confrontation will lead. A challenge that sparked a fire in her belly. Wearing her casual attire of leather pants, leather buckled boots, and a pleated and detailed crisp shirt that was half buttoned up- she waited with her back facing the doorway, alert and ready for the game to begin."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "The mercenary stood at the doorway, looking over what she assumed had once been a tavern, her steel wrapped fingers gripped her sheathed blade tighter. She opened her book to picture of a bald man with a hair lip, *\"Francis 'Splitlip' Fletcher\"* He was the first pirate she'd be killing... The crew's cook. The book was just to give her a list, she knew every line of that fat bastard's face. The way he flung his shoulder wide when he threw a left hook, the way the light played off his face when he grinned down-\n\nShe banished the thoughts, gripping her sword even more tightly as she surged forward. Quick, heavy footsteps brought her to the door of the broken vial and she threw it open as if she owned the building. \"I'm looking for an informant!\" She barked, then those dark brown eyes fell on the chair and the woman who's back was to her. \n\n\"Got a man what needs killing, I've heard this is the place to come to learn everyone's secrets. So what's it gonna take?\" She asked as she moved forward into the building. Her eyes scanned the shadows as she approached the woman from behind. The arm holding her sword was relaxed, keeping it low as not to appear like she was about to attack the woman. It'd be pretty stupid to kill the only person who can provide her with current information on her targets. The information in her book was a few years put of date."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mina Aenerion (The Following Day) \nThe Broken Vial. \n\nThe brash heavy footsteps and slam of the thick metal plated oak door rattled the lesser experienced informants from their statured positions, their gazes whipping to the entrance of their headquarters with a sudden freight. Their hands steady over the hilt of their weapons in hiding.\n\nThe bartender mid-cleaning a tankard stood motionless as his quizzical eyes focused on the clad lady with an interest, rather than a discomfort. Much like the rest of the more pivotal friends and followers.\n\nAs the woman's eyes fell on Mina, so did a handful of the taverns inhabitants. Seeing their 'boss' calm and stature and having not moved a flinch from the harsh entrance only encouraged them that she did indeed have everything under control. \n\nThe only indication of her acknowledgment was the sudden end to the soft patting of her metal coin that was now safely in her grasp for all to see, her elbow leaning on the the arm of the chair and her clasped hand in the air. Listening intently to Tanyth's heavily littered accent, a slow concise smile pulled across Mina's face. \n\nThe girl was interested in her business. But what did she have to sell? On the end of Tanyth's sentence, Mina replied with a playful but curious tone. \n\n'What do you have.' Was all she said. Payment can come in many forms, but she was particularly interested din what the mercenary had to give. Mina had lifted her free hand from her lap and gestured with an open palm to the chair next to her. A lot can be told from someones face and stature. And Mina was ready to observe and calculate."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Tanyth Carven, The Broken Vial\n\nTanyth strode forward, placing herself in the desired chair. She eyed Mina a moment, she produced the book of names and faces. Her voice held the tone of someone deadly determined to get what they came for, \"I got twelve people in this book I need to find and kill. I don't have enough gold, and I doubt you'd need it anyway. So I'll offer you the only thing I got,\" She sat back and took a slow breath, \"Twelve jobs... No questions, no resistance. I'll do whatever you're asking, kill kids... Skin some poor bastard's wife and hang him with the entrails, hell I'll kill a king. Fuck it I'll even trade you sex for the info,\" She pulled her cowl back and took off her helmet, revealing her beautiful face and platinum blonde hair. \n\n\"But these twelve did to me can only be avenged... There can be no forgiveness... Not for the scars on my back and mind. So I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you ask, I'll kill and steal and torture... Anything to see them dead by my hands.\" She sat back, finished with her little speech, there was desperation in her eyes, \"Is that suitable?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mina Aenerion (The Following Day) \nThe Broken Vial\n\nMina's mind had pondered on such a payment, although her attention couldn't help but be fixed in imagination of the tortures the girl could, and was planning to carry out. \n\nWhilst her eyes remained fixed on the open fire, she was listening carefully- an intentness to her gaze. A small part of her, a gooey tiny speck of warmth felt sorry for those that had no idea of the woman they had made. Whilst Tanyth's mind and body was scarred, Mina admired the exquisite force that the girl transformed into as a result. The power she could hold. A small whisper fell out of her lips, a comment that physically replied to the thoughts in her head. The only gesture that she was still mentally present at all, and not drawn into the consoles of her mind. \n\n'Shame..' \n\nAt the sound of metal rustling and clinging, Mina's gaze shifted in an instant from the fire and to the now exposed eyes and irises of Tanyth, holding them in a locked and levelled embrace with a defiant confidence. That was until they began to drop, covering every inch of the woman's attire and muscular figure and found a slight delight in another who opposed the 'norms' of the idealistic's of what a woman should be and not what they **Could** Be. An admiration began to grow in response.\n\n-\nHer eyes continued to drop to the book that Tanyth held open for Mina to see. \nShe recognised the faces, her brows knotting with recognition as she 'hmm'd. Some boasted as rebellious, notorious pirates, now dwindling into mere townsfolk filling their bellies with meals of ale. And some were still carrying out unsavoury acts of violence and aggression. Acts Mina herself would rather see ended. And even punished. Rolling the woman's form of 'payment' in her mind like warmed clay, she took the bait. With careful consideration of course. \n\n'I believe we can help one another. Twelve jobs in trade for twelve unfortunate targets. I call upon these jobs anytime, anyplace- I require something you hold dearly as a form of deposit so you don't run off. Not that we wouldn't find you anyway.' She waved a hand as if waving off the physical thought. \n\n'I will give you a target at a time. Again, to ensure you keep in frequent contact. A room is available here, but we will need your base of contacts. We'll deliver, or you'll come to us.' \n\nThe instructions were direct. Controlled. Characteristics that are associated with Mina in general. With a fluent and lithe movement, she leaned forward towards Tanyth, grasping the opposite edge of the book to Tanyth's own hand and pointed at one of the male faces. A grubby obese little man. \n\n'The Grand Port. The cook is known as 'Reeves' but I'm sure you'll see a familiar face under who you remember as Francis. Give me more time and I can gather his shift patterns, and where he lays his head. You know... To ensure you're not caught.'\n\n-\nAlthough she spoke about the figure in question, her eyes again remained on the platinum woman's face. During the ellipsis/pause in her sentence, Mina's head tilted with a devilish grin spreading across her face, exposing her pearly white teeth as she humoured ever so slightly. This was business, and paled against her casual sultry and humorous demeanour. Both of which Tanyth may see. At some point. \n\n'What do you say?'"
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Tanyth Carven, The Broken Vial\n\nThe olive skinned woman listened intently, it was no less than she expected. \"I'll stay here between trips, so you can contact me easily. I ask that you not interrupt the hunts... Otherwise,\" She held out her steel wrapped hand, \"Tanyth Carven, at your service.\" All business... Her eyes hadn't left Mina's face since she'd sat down. \n\nIt was a wonder the woman wasn't insane, with all she'd gone through, instead of breaking she'd solidified into a killing machine. One with no room for desires, no knowledge of happiness besides the distant memories of childhood. Such was a lonely existence for those on the outside looking in, but for Tanyth... She saw only blood and steel."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mina Aenerion (The Following Day) \nThe Broken Vial\n \nMina's hand had moved from the clasping of the book and grasped the metal clad hand. Callous skin against callous skin, she shook it with a firm- but gentle grip. \n'Mina Aenerion, my lady.' was her introductory response, her grin shrinking to a small smile. \n\n'I look forward to dealing business with you.' To further enforce the deal, she gave a small nod before reclining back into her chair, her elbow leaning back upon the chairs arm, a hand outstretched and waiting. A gesture for the 'token' that Tanyth was to give to ensure her end of the deal. An object to come back for on completion of her payment. \n\nMina's lips curved to blow out a strong short whistle- the 'patrons' of the establishment began milling about in a sudden fluster of movement. Some headed out into the bristly streets- gathering the information that was now required of Reeves. Others eased into their seats and finally took a drink or a bite to eat, lists of names being pulled out of pockets to scan with interest. The bartender trotted over with two tankards full of ale. A bitter taste that was familiar and a comfort to Mina and her own childhood. \n\nPlacing them on the oak polished table in front of them, Mina gave him a thankful nod. A nagging began in her head to push for answers on the woman's motives. But someone with such an intent had a sure enough reason for revenge. Plus, the muscular woman could pummel her face into oblivion. \n\nNo. She will play it safe. And make her clientele comfortable during her stay in Taemar. \n\n'Please, help yourself. I'm sure Lambert can fix you up some fresh poultry, cheese and bread. Nothing quite... Exciting like wealthy feasts, but it'll keep you fed...' Mina fell silent as her eyes again fondly looked over the woman's mass. With honesty, she spoke. 'You're rather admirable Tanyth. I wonder what paved your way to this formidable... Force. You're peaking my interest...' finishing on a sultry note."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mina Aenerion,\nThe Broken Vial. \n\nAs the steel metal touched Mina's palm, her amber and blue irises regarded the emblem. A major. A status the woman clearly seemed fitting of- Mina would definitely have to be careful with this one. A wrong word could surely be the end of her, her mere physique conflicting against the woman's built muscle. You could say Mina was more lithe and slender with enough muscle to wield a small blade. 'Slippery', unable to be obtained for she slid through your fingers like silk-but Tanyth's grasp could bend her bones like toothpicks. Brushing a thumb over the top of the insignia, the soft glow of the fire reflecting from the clean steel- her arm recalled, pushing the token into the confines of her pocket. \n\nPicking up her own tankard, her cheeks swelled with a mouth full of bitter ale- her gaze settling on the fires yet again, as though staring at something much more intriguing and deep than a rather normal fire. But her mind created pictures, the scenes flashing behind her eyes like a showreel on a loop. A repetitive process that proceeded whilst Mina listened to the girls story. \n\nThe mention of 'other things' caused Mina's blood to boil within her veins for but a second. She never truly regarded her morals, nor of where she stood in terms of being lawful- but helpless children seemed to strike a chord every time. If Tanyth was watching closely, she may have even seen Mina's body clench into a motionless statue like pose with an unfathomable neutral expression. Until she relaxed- deeming the thought not worth bothering over, for nothing could be done now years later.\n\n- \nShe didn't pity Tanyth. What she had became is something far more intelligent, realistic and strong compared to if that little girl lived a normal life. Idealistic's that not many people would probably admire her over- but Mina did. Rather than crumpling, the girl rose to become her own god. A survival quality that was not to be lightly considered, but greatly congratulated. Something Mina believed Tanyth hadn't seen. \n\n'I hope you recognise your qualities Tanyth. I wouldn't like to think your vision was clouded by revenge entirely, and that all this time, you have not become something designed for a purpose that is solicited to the very people who have already taken a portion of your life.' \n\nHer tone was factual, calm. And as usual, a further curiosity began to bloom from her own comment. \n\n'I wonder. What are your plans when all of this is said and done?' Her gaze returned to Tanyth at the end of her question, a level of seriousness and concern seemed to ooze from that single glance as she waited for the woman's response, watching for any signs gifted to Mina from the girls angular facial features. What could be read? \n\nAt Tanyth's last comment, Mina lifted a delicate alabaster hand to wave away the comment. A small toothy smile appeared, accompanied with a soft chuckle that reverberated through her chest low and drawn out. 'Bah! That's cheating. Everyone likes a challenge no?' She asked with enthusiasm."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Tanyth Carven \nThe broken vial\n\nThe woman sat back and eyed Mina for a moment, \"No... My desire for revenge has pushed me forward... Guided every step I've taken. But now that you've mentioned it,\" She rubbed her chin, the steel was cool against her olive flesh, \"I think... Funnily enough... I'll be a pirate myself. Once they all lie dead, I'll claim a ship of my own, and I'll raid and pillage every slaving vessel I can find. I'll build a fleet of ships crewed by freed slaves.\" \n\nShe leaned forward again, the chair creaking as she stood up. She placed one steel-clad hand on the arm of Mina's chair and the other on the back of it. Their faces were only a mere foot apart, and in the dancing light of the fire her brown eyes looked more like pools of liquid gold. Eyes that befit the likes of a dragon... Or a demon. \"Does that please you? You are the key to this future, and should it come to pass you can only benefit from it. Yes... Yes I think that is what I'll do, they will fear us... They and all those who involve themselves in that evil trade.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mina Aenerion \nThe Broken Vial\n\nMina was nodding in response, ensuring that her guest knew she was paying attention, regardless if her gaze was distant as she imagined Tanyth herself cruising on a ship adorned with a black flag and a partially printed skull on black sails. \n\nThat's IF the woman followed such original traditions. Something about her idea and plan was revolutionary. And Mina saw both the positives and negatives of such an endeavour. Maybe she could sell her business yet again. If Tanyth was a decent acquaintance. Something to be found out. \n\n'I would mention that such a thing would be difficult, but something tells me you're prepared for the danger and complications of such a life. Regarding your experience already...'\n\nAs the woman rose, overshadowing Mina in her chair- Mina herself remained steadily still despite the intimidating force that was leaning down to her, holding the woman's gaze and watching her armour clanks and shift as she moved to face Mina directly and in close proximity that was... Intimate. In those pools of honeydew, Mina could easily melt. And whilst her pulse had quickened into an an electric thrum, and the hairs of her skin raised with a shiver of pure delight- she simply lifted up her tankard towards her rouge lips in between the mere space that was left between their noses- and said one simple thing.\n\n'Unfortunately, I get sea sick.' Mina's eyes hadn't left the dragons. And a thought flickered in the back of her head as she pondered on whether Tanyth had a nickname. Her eyes. Her body. Her force. Mina named her 'Furor.' \n\n'Regardless, I'm sure one of my scouts could accompany you on your endeavours.' Mina wasn't one for dreams. She just sort of... Existed. 'Surviving' amongst the turmoil. To change her ways would to change her core-values itself, and that would take a lot of effort. And time. And god knows if you'd be able to crack her.\n\n-\nThis wasn't an ask for a hand in marriage. But this was life changing. And It was rare for Mina to be so willing in becoming involved with someone more than the necessary requirement. For fear of threatening her survival, or making her feel things that made life, in her eyes, 'complicated.' \n\n'You're very courageous Tanyth. You just have to ensure you don't get caught beforehand... Or die.' A grave note, but said with a humorous tone as a way of dealing it kindly. But Mina felt as though she was watching an individual that was clouded through revenge. A valiant force that could 'even the odds' and go on without a scratch to do magnificent things. And Mina hoped she did. But Mina was very familiar with things taking a sudden turn for the worst spontaneously."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Tanyth Carven,\nThe broken vial\n\nThe dragon-like woman smiled broadly, \"I would not make you come on the ship, your scout would be welcome.\" She wrapped a hand around Mina's tankard, pinning her hand to it as she drew it to her lips and took a drink for herself.\n\nHer confidence bordered on arrogance, she could feel the desire pulsing through Mina's body, the pulse of her heart was enough to betray her to the mercenary. \"Courage has nothing to do with it, my will is unbreakable. As for getting caught, the only beings that know of my mission and intentions are my old mercenary company, an orc... And you.\" She let go of the tankard and sat back in her chair, \"The mercenaries won't betray me... The orc knows my pain. You would only betray me to save yourself... And I couldn't punish you for that.\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Tamerian roads**\n\nTwo men on horseback rode down a worn Taemaran road. Allongside them travelled their treasure, half a dozen roan cows plodding along with their kasters off to destination to them unknown. \nTo Mislav Kerempuh, the owner of the fatty cows the destination was clear, Lewwyk. An incredibly long trip just to sell some cows, but the monetary prospect makes it, to Mislav, worthwhile.\n\nOf the two men Mislav stood out as the better dressed one. Wearing earthly tones of dark green he had on him an embroidered green jacket and baggy, well made trousers to below his knees. Airy and light clothing to help ventilate him. Not that it did much since Mislav, ever the cautious, elected to wear a shirt of mail below the jacket. A decision he recieved constant reminders of in the form of sweat pouring off his face at all times. Hanging from his belt on one side a recurve bow in a wonderful bow scabbard with arrows, a saber hanging off to the other. He rode a brown horse laden with a fine saddle and bundles of travelling supplies, extra arrows and a shield hanging off to the side.\nHis servant Kolec riding alongside him had far less fancyful but still decent an untarnished tunic and a pair of baggy pants. His horse laden more so with supplies. The young red haired man had his own bow and sabre, but of lesser make and quality than that of his lord. The two of them faced eachother as they went on, deep in serious discussion.\n\n\"You can't be serious\" Was the indignant reply of Mislav to his servant Kolec as they rode along a worn Taemar road. Their peaceful travel punctuated by the cries of cattle they drove onward.\n\n\"I don't see the issue me lord, it is a fine fish stew, you wouldn't see anyone from the eastern basins pull it off with the river fish.\" Kolec replies, confident in the truth of his statement.\n\n\"But... That is not a stew, do you have any idea how a stew functions?\" Mislav looks at Kolec with confusion. Unsure if his servant has finally gone mad.\n\n\"What? Of course.\" Kolec answers in a casual manner to his noble employer as if it were the most ordinary of things.\n\n\"Well my friend, for a stew to be a stew you ought to not be able to see the bottom of the bowl! What you are describing is a soup!\" Mislav talks down on Kolec, attempting to explain this most important of differences.\n\n\"Quite frankly I don't see the deal\" Kolec answered, timid but still ready to stand his ground \"For when I was in north feyshore they called it a stew.\"\n \n\"Feyshorans would not know cuisine if it bit them!\" Mislav replies passionately, but in a reserved tone \"To their greatest chefs spices are a mystery. Their foods are lame and unseasoned, bland things. They have no taste for adventure with flavors, it is complaceny of the tongues.\"\n\n\"My lord I do not think it deserves such heavy handed critique\" Kolec maintains his stance in the face of such resistance from his superior \"I am willing to concede to their lack of seasoning. But I tell you their foods have merit. You ought to try some of the cheeses from their islands. It is said the ground itself on which the sheep graze is salted by the seas which gives the cheeses a natural salty texture that is most extravagant!\" He attempts to excite Mislav on the prospect of cheeses. Something the man is near and dear to.\n\n\"Bah!\" Mislav scoffs \"A little bit of salt, that the most exciting they can get? But do not loose thread of the argument boy, we are still considering that soup... Or a stew as you called it, hm?\"\n\n\"Very well\" Kolec breathes a surrendering sigh \"Lets, for the sake of the talk, call it a soup. I think it is the finest fish... Soup, I've put to my mouth. And I think I already made my point as to why.\"\n\nMislav smiles a little to himself at acknowledgeing the superioirty of his view of what a soup or a stew are. Their argument had no hostility, nay the young man and him were well acquainted, and such arguments only reaffirmed their tight bond. Not just as one of a master and servant, but one of friends, who share passions. Kolec with his relatively youthful and opportunistic view contrasted Mislavs jaded experience, if they were one person they would be the finest food taster on the western coast of the continent. And so they plodded along the road, keeping watch of their cattle and eachother."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nAn Eastern road in Taemar\n\nAt this point, Amary was starving, so she wouldn't have cared whether she had soup or stew, so long as it was something filling and warm. Her last meal had been several days ago- a small creature she had managed to catch when she stopped to camp. She had had a few berries that had been alongside the road since then, but nothing that was truly filling. Thankfully, Taemar was rife with rivers and streams, so she had plenty of water to drink, and that gave her the sensation of being somewhat full whenever she stopped to drink, which was often.\n\nOther visions had come to her since the previous one, but they were nonsensical and strange. None of them had a particular meaning that she could discern, and they seemed to be more like dreams and nightmares than visions.\n\nAt first, she had chalked the distant bellowing of cattle to be the onset of another vision, but it soon became apparent that, no, this was real. The bellowing grew closer and louder, combined with the clang of bells strung round their necks and the steady thudding of dozens of feet to make a cacophonous rumble that was unmistakably real. It soon became apparent that they were heading in her direction along the road, kicking up a thick cloud of dust. \n\nWith her vision of the warrior turned farmer still in the back of her mind, Amaryllis continued towards them. If nothing else, perhaps she could earn some money herding for a season with the owner of these cattle, then continue back to Northwind. It was getting late in the summer, and while Taemar was currently at its hottest, soon winter would settle in, closing the passes through Northwind. Perhaps she could spend the harvest season and winter here, then travel to Northwind in the spring, when she would have more time to settle herself into a new rendition of her old life. She just had to convince the owner of the cattle that she would be useful to him. She had the experience of herding, just not with cattle.\n\nWith the two parties heading towards one another, it wasn't long before they met on the narrow road. Amary stopped walking as the cows grew close, stepping off to the side of the road so that she would be out of their way. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looked up at the two men herding the cattle on horseback and waved, hoping that they would notice her and stop."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Eastern Taemar road**\n\nA few minutes later they reared another bend in the path. Kolec entertained Mislav with further tales of his Feyshore culinary experiences.\n\"So you put the cornmeal into it to soak up the fluid some more, now you gotta be careful. Them fish have a lot of bones jutting in, they never bother to clean them, so you might find it a few minutes of fiddling around just to not get a fish bone stuck in your throat.\" Kolec ran the list down for his master.\n\n\"Thats a lot of work just for some soup. Why do they not bother to clean the fish beforehand?\" Mislav gesures with confusion.\n\n\"I dunno, some weird... Tradition. Either way, buddy of mine who was there got one stuck, did not like it one bit. Had to get some tweezers to get it outta there, he almost returned everything he ate from gag reflex.\" \n\n\"Ouh\" Mislav did not like the sound of that \"Call me a rebelious newfangle, but I shall stick to boneless fish, thank you.\"\n\nKolec chuckled at this, wiping the sweat off his ginger haired brow \"Man it is hot today.\"\n\nOff of that they went in silence. Mislav's mind focused on counting coinage, the sweaty mail under his jacket and keeping an eye peeled out on the road. Just as he scratched his beard some he sees a lone girl standing on the side of the road, waving at them. He did not stop moving, merely continuing at the same leisurely pace as before. Not sure what a lone woman is doing without anything on the side of the road so far from a town... Well, Mislav is never one to throw caution at the wind, but he decides not to make a fuss of it either. So he gives her a polite smile and waves back, Kolec copying his master.\nAs he greets her Mislav shouts over to her so she can hear him from the chimes of cowbells and the thudding of hooves \"Hello there traveller!\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nEastern Taemar Road\n\nAmary's unruly copper curls did not take well to the heat and humidity, and as a result, the curls were even more wild. She probably looked a bit like a mad woman, standing there alongside the trail with her curls all frizzy and untamed, sweat dripping from her forehead, and dirt smudging her face from where she tried to wipe the sweat away with grubby hands. \n\nThe cows continued past her, kicking up dust that shrouded her in even more grubbiness, their bells clanging loudly. It made it quite difficult to hear what anyone said, but Mislav shouted with such a booming voice that she could hear over top of the clamor of cattle. \n\nShe smiled warmly and in a friendly way, hoping that she had finally found the subject of her visions. Granted, she wasn't sure that she should mention the vision, given how much trouble it had gotten her into before. She continued to shield her eyes as she called back, \"Hello, sir!\" She stayed where she was, assuming that would make her appear the least threatening. She couldn't quite make out his features through the haze of dust, combined with the sun that was attempting to blind her, so she wasn't quite sure if he was the subject of her visions or not. People in one of the towns she passed through had directed her this way and told her that a man by the name of Mislav Kerempuh matched her description. \n\nWith that knowledge, she continued, asking, \"Do you know of a man by the name of Mislav Kerempuh? I was directed this way by some folks in Aeredale a few days ago. I just want to make sure I'm heading the right way.\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Eastern Taemar road** \n\nWell that last part definetly got his attention. Upon hearing her speak his name Mislav spurred his horse to a sudden halt, giving a sharp whistle to the at the time unseen servant at the rear of the column to pause. At once the cows obediently stopped dead in their tracks. From the front of the column which passed Amaryillis some by now Kolec gives Mislav an uneasy look, with his right hand reaching for the sabre. Mislav gives him a sharp look, more than enough to get him to stay put. And as such Mislav rode out from the front and turned back towards the disheveled looking woman, asking her in an inquisitive tone \"Who are you to seek him?\"\nA simple, yet rather pointed auestion in this situation."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nEastern Taemar Road\n\nShe was put somewhat at unease by the appearance of Kolec. She hadn't noticed him before, and when he turned back towards her, she shifted uncomfortably. She doubted word of her had passed this way. Why would House Merovignian seek her out? In any case, she had fled far from their lands already, and word wouldn't have gotten here yet. At least, she didn't think so. Still, the appearance of a second man put her on edge. She was unarmed and really wouldn't be able to defend herself if they chose to attack. \n\nShe kept her gaze focused on Mislav though and replied, \"My name's...\" She hesitated, somewhat concerned that House Merovignian would seek her out, so she decided to provide a fake name. \"My name's Magdalina Miller. I'm looking for work, if you're hiring. Had a flock, but I lost them, and I need a job to get back on my feet. I've mostly worked with sheep, but I'm sure I can learn the ropes with cattle easily! I'm a quick study!\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Eastern Taemar road**\n\nMislav is looking at the disheveled woman with curiosity and doubt. He shifts uneasily in his saddle. On second thought stopping was a bad idea, if she is baiting him somehow... For whatever reason. Still to seek him out by name, well he wasn't exactly unknown but not as famous as some would give him credit. \nHe narrowed his eyes some at her and kept up the question at hand \"Right... Magdalena huh. Why do you seek Mislav Kerempuh specifically? Plenty of herding jobs to be found elsewhere.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nEastern Taemar Road\n\n\"I was looking around for jobs while passing through Aeredale,\" She replied as calmly as she should, holding her hands out, palms open in a gesture that was completely non-threatening. \"They said there that Mislav Kerempuh would pay the best and was an honorable man to work for. Strong and admired livestock, treats his workers well, that sort of thing. I just need work to get me through the harvest season and then through winter. I plan to head back towards Northwind in the spring.\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Eastern Taemar road**\n\nMislavs expression softened some at that. He did hear the various rumors permeating anout him. If he had it his way he'd readily throw down with whoever spread such facetious lies about him. But he knew better than to do that. Afterall the younger generation, hell most the old ones. They weren't there for it. But how could he deny someone who seemed hell bent on finding some hope, even tho he had no need for another employee. Why should he trust this ragged woman trying to appease him with sweet words? Oh fuck it all, he can't do it.\n\nA few seconds of consideration later he replies to her \"I am who you seek, but I have no need for more hands on my farm.\"\n\nGiving a bit of a pause after that he follows it up by saying \"However, I am heading for Northwind. You can travel with us, if you can make yourself useful.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nEastern Taemar Road\n\nShe looked crestfallen when he said that he had no more need of hands on his farm, but the moment he said that she could travel with them, she perked up again. She was certain she'd get paid at the end of the drive, so hopefully that would be enough to get her through the winter in Northwind. If nothing else, it would give her travelling companions, and it was always safer to travel in groups than alone, especially as a woman. She had made it safe thus far, but she knew she was tempting fate by doing so. It was better to team up with these men and have a job than to continue on a loan.\n\nShe smiled brightly and replied, \"Yes, sir! Certainly, sir! I promise I won't let you down.\" Her vision had led her right where she needed to be, so this was promising! And she'd be travelling further from the reaches of House Merovignian-an added bonus!"
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Eastern Taemar roads**\n\nMislav nodded to the woman in a neutral tone \"Right you are, now, I don't assume you'd much like riding around on cows? If they are not your fancy hop on the back of Saber here \"He gestured to his horse.\nWether she decided to ride the cows or ride with Mislav he turns back to the front of the column towards his waiting servant.\nKolec felt uneasy with this strange new lass his master decided to drag with him, he skewed his eyes towards his master and asked in an uneasy voice \"My lord, are you... Sure of this?\"\nMislav groans a bit and gives him a look \"I'm not going to leave a woman alone on the side of the road when shes been given promises by those idiots from Aerdale that I am her salvation.\"\n\"But si-\"\n\"We will take her... To Northwind. Thats where she wants to go, I'll make damnably sure she is of use to us on the trip there. If you got any more complaints keep it to later. We march for two more hours and then make camp.\" Mislav cut his servant off with his confident decision. A rash one perhaps, but his mind was set on this one, and did not enjoy skepticism. This shut Kolec up who gave a nod and whistled on to the guy on the rear to keep moving.\nAnd thus they continued."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nEastern Taemar Roads\n\nShe glanced at Kolec and gave him a bit of a sour look, not at all pleased with his questioning. If he convinced Mislav to fire her, then she'd be out of a job and out of travelling companions. The good thing was that Mislav didn't seem to be interested in listening to Kolec, so she relaxed a bit and said, \"Thank you, sir, again. I won't let you down.\" She had already made up her mind though: she didn't like Kolec.\n\nShe gave him a curious look when he mentioned riding on the cows. She wouldn't be so stupid as to fall for that one, as she was quite sure that she would end up flat on her back if she tried such a thing. It also wouldn't be conducive to her helping herd the animals, and it would prevent her form proving her worth. She contemplated riding behind him, like he offered, but once again, it would prevent her from actually doing any work. She'd just be a hitchhiker, at that point, and that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to earn her wages and prove her worth, especially if Kolec intended to continue trying to convince his master that she shouldn't be working with them.\n\nWith that thought in mind, she shook her head and replied, \"I can walk, sir.\" The herd wasn't moving too quickly, just sort of plodding along, and she had always walked with her flocks. She had no doubt that she could keep up with them and make the journey. After all, she had made it thus far. With that, she made her way to the side of the herd, taking up an open spot. With that movement, they now had someone in front, someone in back, and someone on each side, Mislav moved to the other side.\n\nFor the next two hours, she kept up her position, shoeing the cattle along and getting after any of the ones that started to stray from the rest of the herd. For the most part it was easy going, though she was constantly shrouded in dust and had to dodge cowpatties along the way. That being said, she felt content. She'd never really worked with cattle before, but herding wise, they weren't too different from sheep. In fact, they seemed to be smarter and, therefore, a little easier to herd along. It was refreshing to be working with animals out in the open air again too. At least the animals didn't have a vendetta against her—they were certainly easier to understand than human beings!"
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"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nThe sun fell low on Taemaran lands. Their travel took them through plains few bothered to lay claim on. In the distance crop fields and stream fliwed across the undulated ground, basking in sunsets red glow. Mislav and his travel companions found an untended grove by the side of the road. Certainly they were not the first to here lay, caravans and travellers do cross here regularly. But right now they were alone. Now that everyone gathered Amaryllis could now see the other servant of Mislav. Introduced to her as Butigan, he was a middle aged man with a tan complexion and dark grey hair. To Amaryllis it would appear he too is wary of her, but not outwardly hostile. It would seem that his master's word is proof enough of her not being a danger. \nWhile the thres guys unpack the animals and gather firewood Amaryllis is given the task of herding the cows to the nearest grass for them to rest and eat."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nAmaryllis fell into an easy rhythm alongside Mislav, Kolec, and Butigan, despite Kolec and Butigan's wariness of her. She didn't talk much as they worked, save for the occasional holler at an unruly cow to get it back in line, but she was content to have work to do that was familiar. It was comforting, in a way, to be back working with animals, and her experience as a herder showed in her work. As she had suspected, herding cattle wasn't all that much different from herding sheep, so she fell into the rhythm of things rather quickly. \n\nShe accepted the task of herding the cows quickly and found a clearing in the grove that made almost a full circle, turning into a sort of makeshift paddock for the animals. The glass was lush and refreshing here, though of course the shadows loomed longer with trees surrounding the little meadow. There was plenty of grass for the animals to feast upon, and as the cattle had already filled themselves at the nearby stream, she had little doubt that they would soon settle down for the night. With the last of the cattle in the clearing, Amaryllis settled herself against a tree at the entrance, delegating herself to take the first watch over the herd."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside, camp**\n\nMislav and his servants took note of her as she worked. \n\"Mayhaps she is not wholly a liar, she knows her way with animals, bit rusty with cows but can do.\" Kolec commented to Mislav as the two watched her.\nMislav nodded and stroked his beard some \"I told you we'd find her useful one way or another.\n\"Aye that's all well and fine\" Kolec added, fixing his belt \"I'd prefer we do not travel with a complete stranger. One never knows my lord.\"\nMislav pauses his breath some in calm thought before giving a nod \"I'll see to it.\"\nThat night as she took first watch butigan approached her. He had a tarnished white shirt and a light blue waistcoat. A saber hung on a scabbard off his belt and a hunters bow in hand. He steps towards her and nods at the fire \"Lord Kerempuh would like a word with you.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside, camp\n\nAmaryllis glanced up at Butigan as he approached, and nodded in response when he said that Lord Kerempuh wanted to speak with her. She rose without a word to him and made her way back to the campfire, though she was quite nervous and it showed in her movements, which were almost twitchy, like that of a frightened rabbit. She hadn't done anything wrong that she knew of, but there was always that chance. \n\nShe swallowed hard as she stepped into the glow of the firelight and approached Mislav, then said in as confident a voice as she could manage, \"You wanted to speak to me, m'Lord?\" She did her best to calm her nerves, taking deep calming breaths. The most important thing was to not appear visibly nervous, for she knew that they would trust her less if they picked up on it too much. It didn't help her nerves, however, that all three men seemed to be heavily armed. Of course, you sometimes needed weapons to defend your herds from wild animals and the like, but these men seemed to be armed a bit too heavily for just that."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside, camp**\n\nAfter she left Butigan took her place as watch. Leaning against the same tree she did, putting his bow down.\n\nBy tge fire sat Mislav and Kolec, their horses a few paces behind them picking on shrubs. Mislav glanced up at her approach. He could tell her movements were a bit nervous. Kolec would perhaps raise suspicion but Mislav remained affable, giving a polite smile and pointing to ground next to him \"Here, rest and eat.\"\nHe offered her an open bag with a slice of bread and some dry meat."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside, camp\n\nAmary relaxed when Mislav gestured to the ground beside him and offered her some food. She accepted the bag and sat down, sitting cross-legged, facing the fire as she said with a little smile, \"Thank you, sir.\" She settled in then, looking quite comfortable and relaxed alongside of the fire. This had been the past 20 years of her life, really: herding sheep and spending many nights alongside a campfire just like this one.\n\nWith that, she dug in to the meal, scarfing down the sandwich with the vigor of someone that hadn't eaten in several days. It was a welcome meal, though she found herself wishing that there was more. She was starving! She tried to remember her manners though, so she didn't look completely ravenous... Sort of. Needless to say, it didn't take her long to finish her meal at all, and when she had, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before asking, \"What did you want to speak to me about, sir?\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside, camp**\n\nIndeed her eating habbits left an impression upon Mislav. He could recogse omeone whos not eaten in a long time. He empathised with her. As such he offered her some more dry meat \"Fret not, we've hard tacks and dry meat to last us there and back with plenty to spare.\"\n\nHe relaxes some by the fire, leaning against a travelsack. He politely waits for her to finish before answering her question \"As it happens to be, I've agreed to take you to Northwind but... As you might understand, I am not willing to travel with a stranger.\" He explains in a calm demanor, attempting to chat her up.\n\"So I'd prefer we get to know you, who you are, where you are from, why do you travel...\" He fades out, letting Amaryllis to speak up."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside, camp\n\nShe smiled a little more warmly when he assured her that there was more than enough food and offered her more, which she eagerly accepted. She ate somewhat more slowly this time, assured by the fact that there would be enough for her to eat here. She also didn't want to make herself sick by eating too quickly, so she took her time and finished eating.\n\nWhen he explained that he simply wanted to get to know her, she relaxed even more, her initial nervousness wearing off and allowing her to act a bit more naturally. There was a little pause as she took a drink of water, then she began her story.\n\n\"As I said, my name's Magdalina.\" No point in turning back on that lie now! That would only make them trust her less. \"I grew up in Northwind and had a flock in the hills just outside of Iron Gate up until about 4 years ago. The wolfmen attacked and I lost my flock, so I set out with some travelers and ended up with a job in Taemar. Now, that job is done and I'm ready to return to Northwind and start my life over again. I'd like to get a new flock going and return home.\" She shrugged a bit, saying, \"I've had my adventures and got to see a bit of the world, and yet it showed me more than ever where I belong. I just need to earn enough money to get me through the winter, then I'll buy some lambs in the spring and start over.\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nMislav and Kolec show some surprise when she mentions wolfmen. He narrows his eyes some with interest and concern \"Wolfmen? Really now?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nShe nodded and replied, \"They were terrorizing Northwind when I left. They were led by a man named Tharn Skorn, and they were... Wild, to say the least. Brutal and cunning, acting a lot like a pack of wolves as they wreaked havoc across the countryside. Cities raised, herds slaughtered... That sort of thing.\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n**On the roadside**\n\nThe two men share a look between eachother, they seem concerned and skeptical. Mislav has heard of shifters, wild people and such, but them being organised attackers? That did not bode well, if what he is telling is the truth, she didn't seem to have too much emotional reaction to re telling it. \n\"That sounds awful\" He replies \"Is the kingdom doing anything stop those? And besides... You must've had an awful long journey from there to here. Are you sure it is safe to go back now?\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Taemarian road**\n\nKolec rode up to the front, for he heard it too. Instantly his and Butigan's gaze locked onto Mislav, then shifted some to Amaryllis as she pleaded their master to let it be.\nShe could feel the mail underneath Mislav's clothes move as his muscles tensed. The man was wide awake unlike anything she'd have seen from him at this point. His silence gave no answers.\nAn uneasy Kolec inquired his master \"Sir... I'd agree with her. Whatever is going on there... I wouldn't want to g-\"\nThe servant fell silent in an instant as Mislavs gaze locked his. Kolec knew the man well enough to tell... Whatever goes down now, he won't be able to persuade him.\nMislav bends to the right, sticking his hand into one of the travelsacks, adressing everyone present with a stern voice \"Something serious is going down... I will not stand idle. We dismount now, for silence. Kolec, take the cattle and the lady to the side, for safety. Butigan, with me.\"\nHe finished his orders by fishing out an unpolished steel helmet, cheek guards hanging off its sides."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nTaemarian Road\n\nAmary was both relieved and horrified at this turn of events. Relieved to know that Kolec agreed with her-for once, he seemed to think that she didn't have it out for them!- and also relieved to know that she would get to stay with Kolec and the cattle, rather than going down to fight the wolfmen; horrified, of course, because Mislav and Butigan intended to go down there and fight the wolfmen. It was a mission she feared they wouldn't return from. Not quite a vision, per se, but certainly an overwhelming sense of dread and despair. \nQuietly, she slid down from off of the horse, a little wobbly and pale. She had faced them twice, nearly died after the second encounter, and had never thought for a moment that she'd face them again. It was her worse nightmare come true, and she couldn't help but think that, maybe, this third time, they would finally kill her. \n\"Please, sir,\" She tried one more time. \"They're unlike anything you've ever seen. Ruthless... Wild... The wolfmen will kill you if you give them half a chance!\" Yet, even as she attempted to dissuade the man, she knew his mind was already made up. His jaw was set, his eyes were cold, and he was already gearing up for battle. \nShe bit her lower lip hard, bowed her head for a moment, as if she were already standing at his graveside, then backed away and turned her attention to the cattle. She was already on edge, and the cattle seemed to be picking up on the situation as well, their eyes rolling and getting all buggy, their hands tossing a bit as they starred down the hill intently."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**Taemaran road**\n\nMislav ran with Butigan in tow. He fastened his helmet tight in the meantime and fetched an arrow quiver. The two men ran down the soft grassy incline bows in hand, holding their belts fast lest the rattle of their sabres give them away.\nMislav's gut churned as he ran closer to the grove that veiled from his eyes the undoubtedly gruesome scene going on just a few meters below. He knew full well to what thing may come and his mind was frayed. On one hand he could listen to the... Relatively resoanable suggestion of Magdalene. He could... But he would never in his life forgive himself for that.\nOh how those with no conscience sleep easy.\nBut Mislav could not, would not keep his head down. He could already smell the phantom blood of wounds yet to be made, his head swirling with potential tactics and means of attack. Butigan was uneasy, cowardly in comparison, but a loyal servant regardless, he would do as told. A part of Mislav wanted to run in the opposite direction. Run far, far away and never come back here, to drown the memory of this in beer, cry it off and be fine. Why did he all of a sudden feel the urge to play a noble knight shielding innocents? He is not a noble white knight, he is a murdering thieving scumbag like the whole lot of them. Should he really impale himself upon the spear of his fellow savages just to feel better?\nNo, no no, no\nFuck it all, this is about him, about him being more than that, being a true Man. A fellow has cried out in help and he is the only one who will respond. He knows what it is like to cry for help and noone comes, noone is there to take your hand and lift you out the pile of mud and corpses\nSo as he snuck up to the grove and peered through the trees to see what has unfolded, an arrow placed on his bow, only one thing was on his mind.\nNot today"
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"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\n\nAs Butigan ran and the wolfmen emerged from the grovr chasing and crying, all blood drained from the face of poor Kolec. He hastily pulled his bow and shot one down. He... Did not actually expect the hit to knock em down so well. Fuck he actually got that one. Releasing a baited breath Kolec at last put himself into action and flung another arrow at the wolfmen as Butigan ran with all the speed he could muster towards the cattle. The question of where Mislav is or, what happened to him hung in the air for the moment.\n\nBack at the clearing however Mislav saw how the wolfmen faltered so at the gutting of the one. Perhaps a distinguished member, or their leader? They renewed their efforts after a brief moment, and he expected no less. But now that he clearly put a dent in their efforts he can at last show them just with who they are playing.\nNow Mislav took the initiative, looking to herd them towards the grove and hopefully force them to regroup with the group that split off so he can finish them all at once.\nNo sooner had their attack renewed did he sidestep and let the shield absorb a few more ill aimed cuts. He rammed the shield forward into the head of the nearest wolfman with his sabre guarding the approach onto his flank."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nThe cattle sensed their oncoming attackers and began to spook, letting out low bellows, their eyes bulging in their head and rolling a bit in their terror. They stamped their feet, bunching tighter together, clearly about ready to stampede. Amary looked at the herd, then at Butigan and Kolec, before ultimately running to join the two men, standing at the top of the hill with her club in hand. She couldn't do anything from a distance, but she would be there to meet the wolfmen when and if they made it up the hill. Keeping the herd under control on her own was a lost cause. At least this was something she could do. The wolfmen seemed to be gaining on Butigan, slowly but surely, despite Kolec's cover. \n\nThe wolfmen surrounding Mislav were insatiable and vicious, their jaws snapping and low growls emanating from them. They were a bit more cautious in their attack now though, after seeing what Mislav could do, and as such, their movements were a bit more calculating. Still vicious and wild, but somewhat more logical. Unfortunately for them, that also made them somewhat more predictable. Mislav's shield crashed into the chin of the nearest wolfman with a sickening crack, busting open the flesh and leaving blood gushing from the wound as the wolfmen sank to the earth, knocked unconscious. Another used the fact that the shield was up to lunge forward, going for Mislav's legs."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Keremph**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nButigan reached Kolec and Magdalene as the wolfmen gained on him. Kolec let loose one last shot at relatively close range before pulling his saber out.\n\"By fucking Hog! Butigan! What happened!\"\nButigan frantically responds \"Less talking more fighting!\" He drops both bows he was carrying and pulled his saber out as well, standing in an uneasy defense as the wolfmen charged forward.\n\nMislav meanwhile made the wolfman going for a low attack sorry as his leg came to meet him square in the chest. The other wolfmen made their attack but Mislav recovered quick and cut down another one before he could so much as snarl at him. He flicked his wrist and sent a cut in the direction of yet another wolfman."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nThe wolfmen reached the top of the hill mere moments after Butigan, launching themselves at the three foes with a vengeance. Amaryllis, Kolec, and Butigan bunched together, literally guarding each other's backs against the enemy as the wolfmen tried to circle around them and split them off from the group. There was protection in a herd, however, and the group stuck close by each other, jabbing at the wolfmen and fighting with all their might. \n\nAmaryllis' legs shook with adrenaline, her knuckles white as she swung back her club over her shoulder before plowing it into the face of an advancing wolfman, sending a line drive straight into his face and knocking his teeth into the back of his throat. Blood spewed from his mangled face, but he kept coming at her, grasping for her and clawing at her. With his teeth missing, he was somewhat less dangerous, but still a threat as she continued to club at him and kick and fight like a little banshee. \n\nMeanwhile, Mislav felled yet another wolfman, his blade slicing across the soft, tender flesh of his throat. The wolfman let out a sputtering, gurgling cry as blood filled his lungs. He clawed at the air like a drowning man, sinking to his knees in a pool of his own blood, fighting to stay alive until Mislav ran him through and put him out of his misery. With that wolfmen felled, Mislav was down to only 3 wolfmen left to face, with a half dozen more attacking Butigan, Amary, and Kolec."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nAmaryllis did what she was best at: she ran. Unarmed, she could hardly fight the wolfmen effectively, and somewhere in the melee, she had lost the large club she had been using. Her head ached and blood trickled from a scratch that ran just above her eye, but apart from that, she was unharmed, somehow. \n\nHer bare feet carried her swiftly out of harm's way as she dashed past the wolfmen, ducking out of the path of one of their jagged swords that swooped just inches over her. With several of them now focusing on her, she quickly realized that she had no choice but to run from the battle, and hopefully they would follow and give Mislav and his men a better chance. \n\nLike a frightened rabbit, she dashed towards the swampy underbrush, hoping that she could hide there until the wolfmen gave up or Mislav came to rescue her. They could divide and conquer, at least! The wolfmen were right on her heels the whole way, and she winced as she dashed into the sharp swordgrass that cut her feet and legs, the earth squelching beneath her and slowing her down. Thankfully, it slowed the wolfmen as well, and driven by fear, Amary scrambled through the swamp."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the Roadside**\n\nIn the flurry of strikes as blades of both parties flashed with anger Kolec noticed a number of the wretched men were after the woman. With Mislav by his side, the courage within him rose again and he screamed out to his master so he may be heard from the din of battle \"Watch, they are taking off after her!\"\nMislavs eyes shifted fast to see the wolfmen in pursuit, wasting no time he pummeled the nearest with his shield and, using the saber as a deterrent to his other flank went after the pursuing wolfmen, in his wake he left naught but wounded stragglers for his servants to deal with who, prudently, retreated to a safe distance, allowing Kolec to guard Butigan as the man drew his bow once again to take care of the stragglers in safety."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the Roadside\n\nThe wolfmen were nipping at her heels as she scrambled through the swampy underbrush, her dress catching on snags and tearing as she barreled through the underbrush. Adrenaline pushed her forward, her heart hammering in her chest and blood rushing through her ears in her desperate flight from the wolfmen. \n\nSuddenly, in the middle of her path stood an old tree, its gnarled branches snaking in the darkness and covered in moss, making the tree slippery and difficult to climb. However, she knew that she couldn't possibly continue to outrun the wolfmen, especially in the tangled swamp where the wolfmen were more comfortable. Instead, she would have to take full advantage of her light build and wiry frame. Like a coon treed by hound dogs, she scrambled up it, digging her fingers into the bark as she rapidly climbed the tree to the upper branches that could barely support her frame, let alone that of the wolfmen.."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n \nMislav rushed towards the wolfmen, breathing heavily and sweating profusely he saw Magdalene attempting to scamper into the safety of the treetop, Hog knows how much that would help her. Still rushing with adrenaline he catches up to the swift pursuit of wolfmen, and before they know it one of their numbers falls as Mislavs saber tears into his back like an Eagles talon. \nMeanwhile Butigan and Kolec finish off the wounded leftovers with arrow and saber. Butigan takes one look towards his master and turns to Kolec \"Take care of the cattle, go.\"\nKolec obediently nods and rushes to calm the temper of their herd as Butigan heads forward and attempts to provide covering fire with his bow."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nThe one wolfman crumpled to the earth, following to the side of the path as the thick, swoggy swamp claimed him and swallowed him whole. The rest of the wolfmen snarled at the death of their comrade, but they were now so enticed by the dazzling prey clambering up the tree that most of their attention remained on Amary. For this reason, only 3 turned to face and fight Mislav, while the remaining 5 scrabbled and clawed at the tree, working to follow after Amary. Terrified, she climbed higher and higher, hoping to get out of their reach, though they were right behind her, their sharpened teeth snarling at her in a ghastly way."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nMislav slowed his pace and put his shield forth, wasting no time to engage the wolfmen. No sooner did his saber curve and strike that Butigan let loose an arrow at one other wolfman. Mislavs eyes stared into those of his opponents as he fought, his distant, savage, piercing gaze staring from beneath a metal helmet as he with ease laid waste to the murderous vagabonds."
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"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nMislav sat on the ground as sweat poured down in streams from his face, his lungs burned and adrenaline rush slowly but surely faded and the enormity of the shit that just went down fought for attention within his mind with a myriad of other things, worry for his family, for his servants and who knows what else. Just to start processing things back up it'll take him a minute, for right now he merely stares ahead onto the blood soaked gras, trying not to lose it.\nMeanwhile Kolec and Butigan rushed down to where their master fought each carrying a bow just in case. They were worried for their master but he did give them a direct order and Hog be damned if they weren't curious what was happening down there.\nUpon arrivig to the scene of carnage Butigan's face turns sour and Kolec's constitution nearly fails him at the sight of carnage.\n\"Hog, look at this... Did he kill them all?\" Butigan wondered as he moved in carefully to spot survivors.\n\"Stick my dick in a swamp if he didn't... Hog how can one man do this?\" Kole replies trying to keep it together."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the roadside\n\nAmary wasn't too far behind her companions, maybe only by a minute or so. They had had quite the lead on her at first, since she had stopped to check on Mislav after everything that had happened. Her skirts swished about her as she ran, her bare feet kicking up dust as the struck the earth. *Dammit I wish I had some pants!* She groused as she nearly stumbled over the hem of her skirt. \n\nThe scene of carnage that greeted her in the clearing sent renewed horror through her. To think that those men could have so heartlessly butchered these people, all of them innocents! Women, an old man, a child... She could feel hot tears prickling in her eyes as she looked around the clearing, hoping that there would be a survivor somewhere, and none of them wolfmen. \n\nThat was when, from the underbrush she heard a stifled sob."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nMislav's breath grew steadier as adrenaline left his body. Leaving him fully aware to deal with the fact that he just... Slaughtered all those people. It has been a long while since he had to kill anyone, so much for the better. But this right here, right now. How is he supposed to even begin coping with killing so many, having so much blood on his hands and sword\nMeanwhile the two looked around the place trying not to touch the freshly brutalized corpses."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the Roadside\n\nAmaryllis nodded and kept her attention focused on the child, holding out her arms to the little girl in the bushes. She was unaware of the woman riding on the road, though the others likely heard the sound of the woman riding on the road. Amary, however, had only ears for the child, the sobs emanating from her filling her with a pang of sorrow for the little girl that had just lost everything. \n\n\"It's alright,\" She cooed, her voice hushed and warm. \"No one will hurt you now. You're safe!\" Amary was careful to position herself in such a way that her body blocked the child's view of the worst of the carnage, though there was little doubt that she must have seen it already. She may very well have witnessed the death of her entire family from where she had laid in the bushes. \n\n\"Mama...\" The little girl whimpered, eyes brimming with tears. \n\n\"I know,\" Crooned Amary. \"I know. Let me help you. Let us help you.\" The child hesitated a moment more, but seeming to recognize her need right now, she finally relented and scrambled out of the bushes and into Amary's arms. Without hesitation, Amary scooped the child into her arms like a mother hen taking her chicks under her wing, cradling the little girl against her chest and shielding her from everything around them, though the little girl helped with that by hiding her face against Amary's chest as she sobbed freely and wrapped her fingers in the fabric of Amary's dress."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Mislav Kerempuh**\n\n**On the roadside**\n\nKolec and Butigan could hardly get a word out. The carnage was too much, they were farm laborers not warriors. This isn't what they were used to, nor what they set out to face in this journey. \nKolec, clearly uneased hastened his offer \"Theres nothing left here, we should move on.\"\nBut then the rumble of hooves came and bith Butigan and Kolec jumped to face the coming potential threat, each with an arrow notched upon their bows ready to be drawn. Butigan speaks out at the riding woman \"You! Are you from the town? We need help, theres been a bloody massacre here!\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nRoadside\n\nShe looked over at the corpses and the crying child between the woman's arms.\n\n\"Yes sir, that much I can see. What was the reason for such atrocity?\" Her voice was calm.\n\nThe raven perched on her right shoulder erratically moved her head, looking at the strangers with deep black eyes.\n\nThe sorceress pondered in her mind the possibilities that laid before her: the blood and wounds in the bodies were fresh, one or two corpses even had some muscles twitching. They were either the murderers or the survivors.\n\nOn one hand, if they were the murderers, she would probably get attacked, and the sole idea of having to use magic right now, when she was exhausted from these past weeks excesive use of her magic abilities, was tiring. \n\nOn the other hand, if they were survivors, the murderers wouldn't be far and she would still probably have to fight. \n\nOh dear Mother Nature, as tired as she was, why did she have to cross even more problems?"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nRoadside\n\n\"I see...\" Her eyes wandered upon the woman who replied to her, who clutched the kid as if it was the source of all life on earth. She wasn't able to exactly pinpoint what, but there was something in what she was seeing that made her heart feel soft as a freshly bloomed flower in spring.\n\nShe took the small sack of collected herbs and tied it to one of the legs of the raven.\n\n\"*Mother Lilly. I'll be back soon*\" She whispered to the animal before it took flight.\n\n\"You can put your weapons down... Is the kid hurt?\" Her voice stayed neutral. As she asked, the memory came to her head. She had seen mothers and sisters, between massacred corpses, craddling kids just like the woman before her was. Bella shook her head to keep the memory at bay."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nOn the Roadside\n\nAmary started to obey Butigan, as she figured it was best for the child to get out of here and away from the traumatic scene. Mislav needed to be informed that they had found a child and that there were no other survivors, and after the battle, Mislav likely needed care as well. \n\nShe paused at Belladonna's questioning, however, and glanced down at the child in her arms once again. There hadn't been time to really look over the child yet, especially since the main concern was simply shielding the child from the carnage as much as possible. A cursory look over the child had revealed a few scrapes and bruises, but apart from that the little girl seemed surprisingly unscathed. \n\nShe said as much to Belladonna as she replied, \"Just a few cuts and scrapes. We'll take care of her away from here.\" She shifted the weight of the child slightly, then nodded to Kolec to start back up the road towards Mislav."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nRoadside\n\n\"I wouldn't advise you to go to near the cities. The plague has been whipping the people like a slave owner lately\" She said as she adjusted her leather glove.\n\nThe sorceress searched inside a hidden pocket of her cloak and took out a small glass vial, examining it.\n\n\"It's the last one I have for now, take good care of it\" She said as she proceeded to offer it to the strangers."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": ">>Zarael Juel\nMisty swamps of Taemar\n\n\nOn the lands of Taemar, there was a few swamps within. Most of them shrouded with mist and fog during dawn where the condensed water vapour would soon disappear by noon.\n\nA small boat was soon seen peacefully floating down the swamp, in it lay a youthful looking man who seemed in peace as he looked up at the grey looking sky. The fog only hindered a bit of his sight, enough for him to make out the shape of the mangrove trees and the surface of the water.\n\nZarael let out a satisfied hum as he lay down on the boat, listening to the crickets and the birds as well as the whisperings of the dead. He would sometimes chirped a few times in response to the birds that flew passed him. The young undertaker soon sat up, his eyes now gazing upon a moaning figure of a ghost whose apparition was lingering above the surface of the water.\n\n\"Is your body... Perhaps, here, sir?\"\n\nHe asked carefully, knowing well that the spirit himself knew he was the only human there. The spirit turned to him in a slow mechanical movement, almost eerie and creepy to anyone who had no experience in actually meeting a ghost. Any other living beings would have thought Zarael was talking to thin air if they were to saw him.\n\n>>The spirit's dead and sunken eyes stared back at Zarael's live ones. A incoherent moan was heard again, this time sounding angry and even annoyed. Judging from his rotting clothes that he was wearing during his death, Zarael could only guess that he was a merchant. He also noticed that there was a slash wound on the spirit's neck.\n\n\"I mean no harm, sir. I'm just someone who wish to help you attain peace.\" Zarael quickly explained his intentions before he pointed at the spot where the ghost was floating on.\n\n\"I can help you get your body out and give it a proper burial... If you want to or is there something else you wish?\"\n\nThe ghost was staring at the young man, his eyes seem skeptical as he listened to the whispers and chatters of other spirits that had followed the man, some were proudly praising him while some were encouraging the old spirit to accept his offer, claiming the human was a good man who respects the dead.\n\n*\"My body...\"* The ghost then started saying. *\"Just get it out... It's too cold here...\"*\n\n\"Of course!\" Zarael was seemingly too jovial as he responded, as if very happy to be able to help the ghost. \"If I may have your name, Sir?\"\n\n*\"....Radulf.\"*\n\n\"That's all?\"\n\n*\"I was born without a family... And died without one too.\"*\n\n\"My apologies...\"\n\n*\"You're one strange lad that I've ever met...\"*\n\n>>\"Many have told me so.\" Zarael replies with a grin, knowing well he had met many spirits that said the same thing to him. Taking a deep breath, he took a smooth and deep dive into the swamp with a silent splash.\n\nHe swam to the bottom of the swamp, grabbing onto aquatic plants to avoid being dragged back up to the surface by the buoyancy in his body. Once he was sure he won't be floating away, he immediately used a small shovel and quickly dug at the soil. Some spirits helping him by turning into ghost fires, aiding him with their lights as he dug as much as he could to find the body which didn't take long since there was only a layer of soil above the skeleton.\n\nHe grinned underwater before he quickly pushed himself up to the surface to get another breath of air before diving back down again. This time he carefully gathered the bones and as much skeletal remains he could find into the cloth bag. \n\nHe kept repeating the process of returning to the surface and diving back into the water a few times. Taking up about an hour or so to look for all the remains. Being so focused in his findings, he was unaware of the danger that lurks within the domain of the swamp, which were homes to alligators.\n\nZarael had dump the bag back onto the boat and was now looking around to find the last skeletal remain, the skull. He looked towards Radulf who only shook his head solemnly, as if indicating he had no idea where his skull was. Zarael bit his lips but nonetheless went back underwater to search for it. He knew how much the skull was essential to the dead. Somewhat like how money were important to humans, the skull was important for a proper burial.\n\nAfter a long while in the water, Zarael was starting to lose energy but it was also around that time where he had found the skull, the skull was stuck within the mangrove roots and he had spent some time digging about underwater before finally able to pull the skull out from the makeshift cage.\n\n>>His head soon popped up above the surface with a loud gasp, his clothes now dirty and soaked with the mud but he couldn't care less about it. He barely paid attention to the fact that his clothes were weighing him down in the water. \n\nZarael soon realised he was quite far from his boat, swimming a bit far than usual than he thought he would. Hugging the skull with one arm, he used his other arm to swim back to his boat, unaware of the alligator that was now swimming towards him from a distance away, the animal being alerted by the movements he was making in the water."
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"author": "dungeonlessdm0882",
"message": "Arthur Mansley\nMisty swamps of Taemar\n\nIn a large boat affixed with burning lanterns and inscese, within it a tall man wearing thick leather robes and a large mask that resembles a crow, slowly glides through the swamp. \n\nHe listens to the many calls and whispers of spirits as he rows, looking for the area where most are gathered. He soon finds this area, and an empty boat within it. \n\n\"Perhaps another has been lost to the swamp.\" He speaks in a soft voice, muffled by the mask. He then sees a man surface holding a bag of remains, while a crowd of spirits cheers at his acomplishment. The starnge man is impressed by this, softly clapping himself.\n\nHe looks over to the side to find a suitable way out of here, but soon finds a 20 foot long alligator that is slowly gliding towards the young man in the water. Grabbing his heavy crossbow, already loaded and ready to fire, he shoots the heavy bolt into the eye of the large reptile. The gator bellows and hisses in pain as it diverts it's attention to the one who wounded it. \n\nThe masked man produces a shovel, who's edge has sharpened to the point where you can shave with it. He waits for the creature to slam into his boat before swinging and cleaves off a portion of the gator's neck. The alligator starts to climb up onto the boat, though soon after it felt the cold steel of the shovel peirce it's throat.\n\nAs it drowns in it's own blood, he man says to it \"Rest easy now. May your spirit find peace, and may your body help feed the living.\" Before dragging it into the boat.\n\nHe then slowly ushers the watercraft in your direction before inspecting the bones you have gathered. \n\n\"Quite a collection. I know a place where we can bury them. Don't be alarmed at my appearance, it is just my work attire. Come, follow me through the mist and I'll lead you to my camp. There we can have a proper funeral.\" \n\nThe ghosts around you mutter and whisper in agreement as the strange man begins to make his way into the mist, talking with the spirits along the way."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Zarael Juel\nMisty swamps of Taemar\n\n\nZarael was definitely not expecting for himself to almost died, yelping out when he suddenly heard the painful bellowing of the alligator. He quickly turned in the water, his eyes widened when they landed on the predator that he couldn't help but clutch the skull he was holding protectively.\n\nSeeing the arrow that lodged itself in between the animal's eyes, Zarael turn his head once more to see another human on a boat with a crossbow in hand. Not looking at what happened next, Zarael quickly swam back to his boat and climbed back on. His long hair free of their hold and now falling freely down his back, sticking against the side of his face and clothes.\n\nHis eyes narrow skeptically at the stranger, cautious at how he seem to know what he was planning to do. His guard was put up as he sat at the further end of his boat, away from the masked stranger. As he watches the man leave in a way, he noticed he was also able to communicate with the dead.\n\nBiting his lips in a rather anxious manner, he sighed and allowed his boat to be pushed alongside by the water spirits. Zarael choosing not to look up as he proceeded to clean the skeletal bones."
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"author": "dungeonlessdm0882",
"message": "Arthur Mansley\nMisty swamps of Taemar\n\nYou are led to a large grove of tall grass and reeds. Among them is a large tent with thick green canvas and a few smoldering reminants of a fire. In this area there are about twenty or so graves that have been dug, and about half the graves have been filled with dirt and several herb plants. About two or three spirits sit contently on the gravestones. \n\n\"Morning gents. Still waiting on your friend?\" The masked man asks the spirits. One nods and says \"It can't really be helped, Arthur. We'll hang around until he finds his way back to his body. And when that happens, we can find him and bring him home.\" The other spirit nods in agreement\n\nArthur takes off his hat and slowly removes his mask; revealing a heavily scarred, yet beautiful, face. \"Well, it won't be long then until he gets his burial. But for now, we have one who's been here a while and needs to rest.\" \n\nHe grabs a battered book and extends a shaky hand towards you. \"The bag, if you don't mind.\" He takes the bag of bones and climbs down into the grave to begin arranging them. \"Fellow mortal, whose name I shall know soon, there is a small pouch of inscents in my satchel that is currently laying next to the dead alligator; could you grab it for me please?\" \n\nArthur then has the spirit lay down in the grave so he can lay the bones in their proper place. He then climbs out of the grave, lights the inscents, and begins his ceremony while you fill the grave with dirt. \n\nWhen all is said and done, he closes his book and adresses the spirit for the final time. \"Rest easy my friend, may you be at peace.\" The spirit smiles as it decends into the ground, finally at rest.\n\nArthur then sits down on a log as he adds more wood onto the smoldering embers, rekindling the campfire to prepare his lunch. \n\n\"Come and sit. There is enough meat for five of us if your feeling extra hungry.\" He says as he points to the gator \"I am Arthur and it is my upmost pleasure to meet you.\" He says as he extends his hand for you to shake."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Zarael Juel\nMisty swamps of Taemar\n\n\nZarael would occasionally look up to see where they were going before his head was ducked back down, his attention going back to cleaning and polishing the bones before he arranged them neatly in another bag.\n\nHe slowly got out of his boat once they reached their destination, still keeping a fair distance away from the stranger he just met as he brought his stuff down. He went over to an empty grave and silently did a small prayer of gratitude upon having a grave ready for the poor spirit he had found.\n\nHe however, shot a dirty look towards the man who asked for the bag as he wanted to be the one to finish what he started all the way. Ignoring the man, he proceeded to lay down the bones respectively in order before he filled the grave with the soil.\n\nRadulf had a look of amusement as the ghost watched the young man, amused by how his attitude was cold towards the human but warm and welcoming to the dead.\n\n*\"Ay lad, are you sure you're not a dead yourself?\"*\n\nZarael shook his head, looking up at Radulf with a tilt of his head to show his confusion. The spirit let out a small chuckle before looking towards the stranger.\n\n*\"You don't seem to fare well with your kin.\"*\n\n*\"That's just him, old man!~ He never trusts humans the way he trusts us~\"*\n\nOne of the spirits chirped up and a few joined in agreement, giggling a few times. Zarael chose to ignore them as he pat down the soil. He then went over to one of his larger bag and took out a large cross made of metal.\n\nThe cross had intricate designs upon it and he heaved it up to the head of the grave before hammering it into the soil. Once it was secured, he took out a small box from the bag and in it were filled with metal alphabets. As he picked out the alphabets to spell Radulf's name, he had also fished out a small metal plate with a magic circle carved onto it.\n\nPlacing the alphabet on it, he was able to summon heat onto the magic circle to melt the metal a little, using the melted metal behind the alphabet as a sort of glue, he quickly stuck it onto the cross, repeating the same process with the others as he arranged the name in an orderly fashion on the cross.\n\nRadulf whistled, surprised at how meticulous the young human was as he hovered about his grave. Zarael dusted his hands off any dirt that could be rid off as he watched the spirit.\n\nHis attention was soon diverted to the stranger where he was surprised to see his mask was now removed. Zarael continued to be silent for a few more moments before he softly muttered out his name, not shaking the stranger's hand.\n\n\"Zarael... Juel.\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien kept his head down as he walked through the wilderness. A canvas sack hung off his shoulder, laden with vegetables. The last of his crop. He let that thought just sink into his head. The last of his crop. His farm was gone. No more. He gritted his teeth and looked down, clenching his fists. Morrigan was gone. Mother was gone. Father was gone. These crops would get him as far as they got him. Whatever he could trade it for. That was what he needed to do.\n\nHis feet ached as they touched against the soil. He could see the market ahead of him. Part of him told him that he should turn around now. Once he has traded away these crops he could never turn back. He could never be a farmer after this. He wouldn't have the money to go back to his old life. He scrunched up his nose and shifted the bag. He made up his mind. He wouldn't go back. Fuck those fates. He would find the power. He would make the power.\n\nHe walked into the market. His shoulders were hunched and he wore common clothes. A shift and a pair of trousers. Sitting the bag down at a stall he began chatting up the vendor. His words were curt and short. An exchange was made. He handed over a handful of vegetables and took the coat. A thicker coat. In case he needed to head north. He didn't know if he would need it, but better safe then sorry. His eyes traveled over the market slowly. Angrily."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nA cloaked figure graciously walked among the stalls, a huge black raven perched on her right shoulder. She stopped at one, as the vendor greeted her.\n\n\"Greetings sir\" She took off the hood of her cloak as she spoke. \n\n\"The usual, sister?\"\n\n\"Yes, that will be enough\" The woman put a small pouch of coins on the hands of the merchant.\n\n\"Thank you, I'll send the food as soon as possible\"\n\n\"By the way, do you know if any herbs have come from the south?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid that, with this plague, it's impossible to trade...\" The man crossed his arms as his eyes looked at nothing \"If this doesn't end soon, the trading business will suffer\" \n\n\"Sorry to hear that, mister. May Mother Nature be kind to you\"\n\nAfter departing from the stall, she kept on walking through the market, searching for something interesting.\n\n\"This came at the worst time\" The sorceress spoke to her raven as she looked around \"I was so close to getting information on that idiot... Damn my luck\" She pet the bird's head \"Guess revenge can wait a bit more after all this time\"\n\nShe passed a man in a thick coat, something feeling off. The look in his eyes... A man with so much burning rage in his eyes was often a bad sign"
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien still had a handful of vegetables. Maybe he would be ale to trade those for a night in an inn. Just the thought of a warm bed gave the barest hints of a smile to his lips. As he looked up from his bag and new coat, his eyes followed a woman. She donned a cloak and a bird of the night rested on her shoulder. She couldn't mean good news, but then again he wasn't looking for good news. Before he could open his mouth to say anything one of his old buddies stepped out from behind the stall.\n\n\"Damien? Man its been so long since I've seen you. Where have you been? Hows the farm?\"\n\nDamien looked up at the man his eyes dark and shook his head.\n\n\"It's Morrigan now. I dont have time to talk.\"\n\n\"Isn't Morrigan the name of-\"\n\nDamien shot a glare at the man, withering away the conversation. His friend slowly sulked back behind their stall. Damien rolled his shoulders and readjusted the bag on his back before letting his eyes scan the crowd. Where could he stay that people wouldn't recognize him or bother him."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nHer ears caught some stray words between the moderate cluster of sounds from the market. *Morrigan*\n\nThe sorceress stopped as she furrowed her brows, forcing her brain to remember. Morrigan, that name sounded familiar indeed, but who did it belong to?\n\nA memory then crossed her mind. Most of the times she came to the market, a girl ran around the stalls, greeting the merchants and with her hands always full of flowers. Belladonna sometimes thought she could be a nice addition to the lodge if magic abilities manifested in her. Mother Lilly would have surely loved her.\n\nLast time she saw her, the girl had softly pulled the sleeve of her satine cloak and had offered her one of the flower crowns some of the vendors had around their shops, or even worn on their heads. As much as the woman denied it, that warmed her heart a little bit.\n\nIt had been long since she last saw the lovely girl around, did something happen to her? The curiosity of the brown haired woman moved her towards the man with the long face.\n\n\"Excuse me sir\" She gently tapped his shoulder, to get his attention \"Do you, by any chance, know a little girl that used to be around here?\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien was about to walk off, deeper into the market when someone gently tapped his shoulder from behind. He tensed up, not knowing who could possibly want to grab his attention. Maybe his friend again? He doubted it. As a feminine voice sounded and asked about Morrigan he felt his reasoning snap.\n\n\"She's dead ok?\"\n\nHe said whirling around and facing the woman. It was the woman that had intrigued him earlier. That didn't stop him from yelling as he had already begun.\n\n\"She's dead and she's not coming back.\" \n\nHis voice cracked slightly as he looked at this woman. Anger still radiated off of him, but now a mixture of sadness leaked into his features. He didn't like talking about this. That much was obvious. His knuckles turned white around the bag he was carrying and his jaw clenched. He was waiting for this woman to slap him for speaking against her, but he really didn't care right now. He had lost his entire world."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nHis sudden anger didn't faze her one bit. That much sadness and sorrow that his eyes held could only come from someone who was really close to her, probably a family member.\n\nHer face stayed emotionless, as if carved in stone, as she maintained visual contact, her reddish-brown stare cold as the ice in the lakes up North of Marin.\n\n\"That is a very much unfortunate event, but there is no need to yell at me, sir\" Her voice was calm and showed no signs of irritation \"I would advise you to stop, if you please\"\n\nHis face features and bone structure resembled those of the late girl. The man seemed young to be her father; maybe a brother?"
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien listened to the woman, the anger never leaving his face. He could feel the stares of a few people passing by. He could hear the murmurings as they began to wonder what was happening. He took a step back and looked around.\n\n\"Listen lady. I dont know who the fuck you are, but I've got every right to fucking yell.\"\n\nHer calm voice was pissing him off even more. How could she be this calm when she was talking about a dead person. His lips turned up into a snarl. He turned his head and spit on the ground.\n\n\"Youd be fucking angry if you just lost everything to the fates.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nThe sorceress ignored the curious crowd around them. She instinctively raised her chin slightly as she looked down at him, being barely 2 inches taller than the man.\n\nThe raven erratically moved their head while examining him. \n\n\"Yes, I was indeed angered when that happened\" Her voice stayed exactly the same \"And in fact, I still am; but you don't see me screaming on people's faces, right?\" She slightly tilted her head to the left as she asked, her eyebrows furrowed, then went back to her normal position. No more words left her mouth for a moment, as he had just spat on the floor.\n\nA barely noticeable hint of disgust crossed her face at the gesture.\n\n\"Don't ever make assumptions about someone's past or present, sir, as you could be mistaken\" She lifted her right hand to calm the raven with a caress over it's wing \"I'm deeply sorry for your loss, may Mother Nature hold her soul close in the after life. But don't. *Ever* Yell at me like that\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nOf course she was one of those. The ones who seemed to be on your level always acted bigger. As she lifted her chin up to look down her nose at him. He did nothing to mask the disgust written across his face. That calm ass fucking tone of voice angered him further and further each time she spoke.\n\n\"Well pardon me ma'am I didn't mean to insult you and your highbrow methods. I deeply apoligize.\"\n\nHe was no longer yelling at her but his voice dropped with venom as he sunk into a sarcastic half bow.\n\n\"I ain't making any assumptions. So dont assume that I am. *Ma'am*.\"\n\nHis eyes flashed with anger at her mention of Mother Nature. Fuck the fates. Fuck Mother Nature. She was the reason this shit was happening. Fuck her. Fuck everything she stood for.\n\nDamien could almost hear his ears ringing with the rage. He didnt care about this crowd anymore. About any of this fucking bullshit. The could all just die. Every single fucking one of them."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nCondescending, angered brute. She rolled her eyes as she sighed. The mockery irritated her to her very core, but as mother, may she rest in peace, said: you might lose lots, but never lose your manners.\n\n\"In fact, yes you are. You assumed I haven't felt the loss of everything dear to me. But as you are showing, you are no man of reason right now mister. If you excuse me, I have to go back to work; have a good day sir\" She did a small bow with her head as goodbye. \n\nThat man was blinded by grief, which was understandable, but no excuse to such rudeness, or so she thought. He was shorter, but stronger than her. She hated confrontations, and even with her spells she could easily get hurt if the man decided to unleash all the sentiments he wad holding. \n\nThe murmurs raised around them"
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien clenched his jaw as she argued with him. No he hadnt assumed. She had made the assumption that he had. If he were some sort of knight, that wielded a sword, he might have a code of honor that prevented him from doing what he was about to do. He was lucky he didnt know how to use any sort of fucking weapon or he'd probably be in deeper shit. Fuck emotions man. They suck.\n\n\"You can go fuck yourself lady. If you truly knew what it felt like then you would understand.\"\n\nAs the words left his mouth he turned his head and grabbed the edge of the stall beside him. While he couldn't swing a sword properly, or wield a dagger. Years of plowing the fields made him strong. He pulled the stall towards him. The contents of the stall clattered forward as the stall fell to the ground. He turned on his heel ready to storm off. Fuck her fuck this crowd. Someone screamed. Fuck them. Shut the hell up. Just shut up. His hands went over his ears to try and block out the sound."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nShe had turned around and resumed her walk, desiring everything but a useless confrontation. She didn't quite pay attention to the crowd, nor did she pay any attention to his words. Not until he said that phrase: *If you knew you would understand*\n\nShe stopped dead in her tracks, calmness leaving her body like the wind swept it off her. May she be forgiven for losing her temper like she was, but that last part hit bullseye. The raven got agitated when it sensed her and flew from her shoulder to a nearby stall.\n\nThe crowd gasped and backed away at his violent actions, but Belladonna didn't move a single muscle, she just turned back around towards him.\n\nThis time, her voice had the same tone as before, now heavy with dread, but louder so he could hear.\n\n\"It was fire held by horrendous men, not fate!\" The crowd went a bit more silent \"Burnt alive to ashes in front of my eyes! And damn me to hell if I don't want to do the same to them!\"\n\nShe closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, regaining her composture and calm tone. She shot a look at the crowd that shushed their gossip, dispersing some of them. The raven went back to her right shoulder as she returned to normal. \n\n\"As I said before, I'm sorry for you loss sir. Have a good day\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nHe could hear her even through his hands. She spoke of a fore and horrendous men. Then she understood. Someone understood. But that didnt calm his anger. His hands dropped to his side as the murmurs from the crowd died down. She was brave. He would give her that. She didnt back down. That was commendable. He turned back around and stepped forward looking at her.\n\n\"Then do the same to them. Destroy them.\"\n\nHis words were harsh as he reached forward, grasping the edges of her cloak and pulling her down so she was at the same height as him. So she would look him in the fucking eyes.\n\n\"Make them fucking pay.\"\n\nHis voice cracked as he said it and he let go of the edges of her cloak and stepped back. His rage was slowly dying. The sadness was building itself up inside him. Choking him. He couldn't stand this world without Morrigan. He had no reason to still be standing here."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nThe sorceress didn't flinch when he grabbed and yanked her so aggressively. She waited for him to finish as an idea popped into her mind.\n\nHe was strong, driven by anger and the same dread that filled her soul. He was a commoner, not a noticeable ounce of power ran through his veins, but could still be a usefull ally in her plan.\n\nWhen he released her, she softly patted her cloak back to their original state with her hands.\n\n\"If you look around, you will notice that this is no place to discuss those kind of matters\" She suggested him as she groomed her clothes delicately \"I will gladly have a word with you about that when your nerves are back to normal, sir\"\n\nThe crowd still murmured, but they knew better than to bother a witch from the nearby coven *And* A brute man with anger issues."
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien looked this woman up and down trying to determine what she wanted with him. Why was she suddenly friendly. Or not friendly. She wasnt hostile now. He was still bristling but his wits were coming back to him now. He looked around at the crowd, his cheeks staining red as he released what a scene he had made. The vendor looked at his wares on the ground in dismay. Damien winced. He handed the man the rest of his bag of vegetables. There went his livelihood. He shouldnt have let his emotions get the better of him. He apologized to the man before his face returned to stoic looking at the woman.\n\n\"Lead the way. I've got nowhere to be. Take your time, but I'd rather not stay here.\"\n\nHis eyes are slightly wet as the thoughts of Morrigan flooded his brain. He shut them out quickly. Fuck. He didnt need to cry in front of this lady. Especially after he had probably insulted her ego."
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"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nMarket\n\nShe waited as he came back to his senses. He really felt bad, or so it seemed as he tried to fix what he did to the merchant.\n\nMany emotions were visibly boiling inside him. *What a mess of a man* She thought to herself.\n\nAs soon as he finished with the vendor, the sorceress nodded at his words, as a response to his offer to lead the way, and turned around.\n\n\"See sir? When you come back to your senses you seem lile a decent fellow\"\n\nShe walks among the stalls until they exit the market, on the path to the nearby inn, where she left her horse.\n\n\"Didn't even have a proper introduction\" Her leather boots stopped right next to the worn down low wood fence that surrounded the inn that served as tavern. She turned around to face him and offered her hand to shake.\n\n\"Belladonna of Taemar, pleasure\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Market*\n\nDamien followed after the woman, glad to be rid of the crowd, watching their every move. That's what irritated him. He followed shortly behind her, his footsteps short. His face was kept grim. As they approached the building and she turned around to introduce herself.\n\nHe eyed her hand warily. He didnt trust it. He thrust his hand forward into hers and shook it. \n\n\"Morrigan Sylvian, don't know if I can say it's a pleasure yet, but its definetely something.\"\n\nHe didnt care if she knew that wasnt his real name. For all intents and purposes he was Morrigan Sylvian now. Damien was dead with the rest of his family. Only Morrigan was left.\n\n\"Why would you want to talk to me? Especially after...\"\n\nHe gestured vaguely back towards the market where the scene had just occurred."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nLocal inn\n\nSo he adopter the little girl's name... He definitely was close to her then, perhaps too strongly. That could be perfect for her plans. What can drive a man better that pain?\n\n\"After you screaming at my face? Don't worry about it, I'm used to it\" She did a dismissive gesture with her hand \"I want to have a word with you, my kind sir, because I indeed want to have revenge... Although *Justice* Would be a more appropriate word\"\n\nHer feet resumed the walking, passing by the woman's horse, which she gave a pat to.\n\n\"Care for something to eat? It's on me\"\n\nBusiness shall never be done with an empty stomach, that's one of the things she learnt long ago.\n\nShe opened the door of the inn and waited for *Morrigan*."
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Local Inn*\n\nMorrigan nodded at her words, following her as she walked by her horse. His hand gently reached out, brushing across the horse. He felt connected to animals. Animals didn't need you to speak for them to understand. He placed his head and hand on the horses side and smiled before patting it and stepping up to the open door. Pride told him to deny the food she offered. On the other hand, his rumbling stomach told him otherwise.\n\n\"Yes, thanks.\"\n\nHe avoided looking at this woman as he walked inside the inn. He found a table near the corner and pulled out a chair sitting down. He had no money now and nothing to trade. He hoped that this so called *Justice* Of hers was worth it."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nLocal inn\n\nShe entered and made a gesture to the man behind the counter to catch his attention. He smiled and responded with a gesture that signaled he would tend to her in a minute. The sorceress then took a seat at the same table he did. \n\n\"You spoke about revenge like you want revenge yourself. The question is, against who?\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "**Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian**\n*Local Inn*\n\nMorrigan watched the woman sit down and rolled his shoulders as she spoke to him. His hand rested on the table and closed his eyes as he thought about the question she asked. He let out a breath and looked Belladonna dead in the eyes.\n\n\"I want the power to fight the fates. If I can't do that, then whats the point in living?\"\n\nHis words were angry. Not hostile, but angry. He truly thought the fates had betrayed him."
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"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nLocal Inn\n\nThe woman smiled as she listened to his words. Exactly what she was expecting.\n\n\"Fate...\" She let out a soft chuckle \"A really powerful enemy you have made\" The woman signaled the raven to hop on the table and off her shoulder, which the animal obligued \"All the power in the world won't help you if don't acknowledge her first\" She pet the bird as she spoke, and turned her head to face him \"Let me explain myself; to win the war against fate, you have to embrace what she has given you, follow the path she puts you in\" She slightly bent towards him, lowering her voice as if she was telling him a secret \"In that path, you will find opportunities and knowledge, and if you use them well, you'll be able to bend the path and change your fate at will\"\n\nThe woman smiled once again as she went back to her initial position. A stray strand of wavy black hair fell on her face and she tuck it back as her eyes saw the bartender approach them.\n\n\"You will indeed need power for that, but in that aspect I can have you covered. That's why I told you to come here\"\n\nThe bartender arrived at the table with a grin on his face. The sorceress always paid well.\n\n\"Greetings Bernard\" She said as she did a polite bow with her head.\n\n\"Miss, long time no see! Want the usual?\"\n\n\"For me, yes. For my friend here, bring all the food he wants until he can't swallow anymore please\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian\nLocal Inn\n\nMorrigan watched the raven while Belladonna spoke. Fate indeed was a powerful enemy, but at this point he didnt care how powerful he needed to become to kill her. He would find that power. Somehow. What had Fate given him though, he had to think. The strength of an ox. The ability to read and write. Maybe he would be able to bend Fate. Soon.\n\nShe speaks as if she holds great power. She says she will have him covered, but that sparks suspicion in his eyes. As the bartender comes over he finds it easy to slip on a fake smile.\n\n\"You know. I'll have the hunt of the day. Whatever your boys were able to catch.\"\n\nMorrigan didnt care that that was one of the cheapest meat items on the 'Menu.' It was Morrigans favorite meal when they ate at taverns. She loved examining the animal and trying to determine what it was. As the bartender left he leaned forward the smile gone almost instantly.\n\n\"Where do I play into this in your story? You know mine and you said you can give me power. But no power comes without a price.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nLocal Inn\n\nThe bartender left hurriedly, yelling the order to someone in the kitchen.\nA smirk was drawn on Belladonna's face as he asked.\n\n\"Ah, a smart one I see? Glad to know\" She made herself comfortable on the chair as she faced the man again \"I said I can cover the power part, in magic terms, but I can't *Grant* You power. No one can. I am no god, nor am I mad enough to believe I'm one\"\n\nThe bartender arrived with a globet with wine and put it on the table before leaving again. The sorceress smiled to him as a thank you. Her right hand took the globet and lifted it up to her nose so she could smell the red liquid.\n\n\"I am aware there are people way more powerful than me, and people way less powerful\" She said before taking a sip of the wine \"And you may think that, if there are people out there more powerful out there, why would I be of use for you?\"\n\nShe delicately swirled the drink as she observed it for a moment, right before looking back at Morrigan.\n\n\"But tell me, what happens when you surround yourself with people, of different levels of power, and all of you work together? You create a power greater than anything ever seen before. And that's where you play part in my story\"\n\nShe had another taste of her drink before she resumed her explanation.\n\n\"You help me, I help you. You join me as an ally in my fight, you can count with me as an ally in yours\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian \nLocal Inn \n\nMorrigan looked the woman up and down as she spoke. She couldn't give him power. The illogical and angry part of him wanted to stand up and leave, but he managed to repress it. He would stay. He didnt need the power necessarily. He needed someone to wield the power on his behalf.\n\n\"Just because I was raised on a farm doesnt mean I'm stupid. I need allies and you need them to.\"\n\nMorrigan looked at the people in the Inn. Some wore swords. Some had axes. Others sat with no weapons.\n\n\"How can I help you? I dont know how to swing a sword. I'm no good with weapons. I cant do magic. I dont know how you want me to help.\""
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"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nLocal inn\n\n\"You are mistaken, my good sir. All those years of farming have visibly given strength, as you displayed in the market\"\n\nThe bartender arrived with a large tray full of freshly cooked meat. The tray occupied half the table. Bella gently pushed the raven back so it wouldn't try to peck at the food. The bartender left as quick as he arrived. \n\n\"As I was saying, battling with a weapon is a skill that can be acquired if needed to. Your strenght is what matters\" She took a sip of her wine as she paused \"Neither of us has nothing to lose and we both have a revenge planned against a big objective. Lend me your strenght when needed to, and I'll lend you my powers. If you want to, I can even pay you, I wouldn't dare to ask for your help for free\""
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian\nLocal Inn\n\nMorrigan looked down at himself as she said he possessed strength. As the bartender came and placed the food in front of him he had to restrain himself from lunging for it. Silently he took some meat and placed it into his mouth.\n\nIt was amazing. He hadnt had meat in months. Between the sickness and the rest of the season not being the greatest he hadnt gotten the chance. It was great. He looked at the woman, embarrassed for a second.\n\n\"I do not have anywhere to go. I have nothing to lose. And my battle is a long one. If you need a traveling companion. You have one. I am willing to fight in your fight.\"\n\nMorrigan wiped his hand on a napkin before sticking his hand out for her to shake. He was ready to pledge himself to this cause if it gets him help in his cause."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nLocal inn\n\nA satisfied smirk crept on her face. She left her globet on the table and sealed the decision with a shake, ignoring the few remnants of food left on his hand.\n\n\"Glad to have had this talk with you\" She stood up from the table \"Now if you excuse me, I shall resume my obligations. You can find me in the cottage at the other side of the river, not far from here\" She extended her right arm so the raven could climb up to her shoulder \"You can stay here as long as you want, I will leave it paid. When all this plague situation winds down, we will part. Until then, do what you must with your time\" She put the hood of her cloak on her head \"Pleasure to have met you, mister Sylvian\" She said as she did a small bow with her head.\n\nThe woman walked to the bartender and spoke to him. After giving him a small pouch, they smiled at eachother and she left the inn. Instants later, the hooves of a horse could be heard outside, getting further and further."
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"author": "mobbuilder17",
"message": "Damien \"Morrigan\" Sylvian \nLocal Inn\n\n*Morrigan smiled at the woman as he gave him a place to find her. Good. If he needed to get in contact with her he would. Now he had an ally. Something he hadnt had before. Step in the right direction.*\n\n\"Goodbye. The pleasure is all mine miss Belladonna.\"\n\n*As she left and paid Morrigan picked up his utensils and began eating the food. It was a delicacy he didnt know when he would have next. He cared not if the people in the Inn were looking at him.*"
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"author": "willofthepattern",
"message": "High Chief Argloc Brunhild \n\nWilderness \n\nTraversing the Midlands was unlike anthing they had done before. Of course the Clansmen of the Clan were used to going south for raiding but never for this \"Diplomacy\" The very word was alien to the Clan. But Argloc knew better. While his clanmates savagely attacked and raided Argloc studied the cultures of the world. He read books, probably the only one who could in the Clan, and knew of these Councils of Marin. When a raven was brought forth to Argloc, a Clanswoman having shot it down for food, Argloc found the letter. The Nameless ones must've wanted this, Argloc thought. It was too coincidental that the raven had been led astray by the winds and into the sights of a huntswoman. Knowing the value of blessings Argloc told his compatriots and took 20 warriors with him to the Midlands. He had to chose the most intelligent of them in hopes to not display the uglier side of the Clan. Forcing his men to eat only animals and herbs many grumbled but Argloc was the King of the Chosen and his word was law. After departing from their homeland the group took horses. Their shaggy rides were the finest horses the Clan had, trained for war and strong enough to traverse the wintery wastes of Northwind. Though many of them were tired from long travel and the heat of the midlands, the fear of the Clansmen wrath if the horses did not Corperate drove them forward —at least that's what the Clansmen thought.\n\nNot knowing, nor caring to understand, the road ways of Marin, the Clansmen traveled through the wilderness hunting as they went. While they did so one Clansmen, Uric, found a nomad of sorts. Running immediately back to his High Chief, Uric informed his King of the strange man. Many of the men wanted to kill and eat him, but being this close to the civilized folk made Argloc worried of how he might look if rumor spread of them eating a traveler in the Greenlands. So Argloc took it upon himself to approach the man. And upon this fateful night Argloc donned his bone crown, metal armor, furs, and weapons. This being a rather ceremonial dress from the Clansmen Argloc entered the camp sight slowly. \"I am Argloc Brunhild, do not be frightened my friend I simply wish to wonder why you travel alone... It makes my warriors nervous. Perhaps you would wish to travel with us?\" The six foot tall man was wider than he was tall. His massive shoulders and rippling muscles made him seem even taller. The pale skinned man had short black hair and stubble along his jawline, perhaps he shaved recently. His green eyes glowed in the night as he looked to the nomad. His hands up to show no aggression as he stood in the light but as far as possible. Argloc's Clansmen were in the forests around but they were well trained in guerilla warfare; as a result, hiding in forestry was easy to say the least"
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"message": "**Lady Batten's Scout**\n*Wilderness*\n\nThe man was no nomad, but a scout, dressed in leathers that had been carefully and thoughtfully made, his boots worn to a comfortable fit, but not yet threadbare. A sash was tied at his waist in the colors of House Batten — navy and argent — and his face heavily bearded paired with long hair in a braid.\n\nHe was a Northron man, but not like _these_ wild barbarians that had taken him from his task. The scout prided himself on his swiftness and his stealth, but even _he_ could learn a thing or two from these clansmen.\n\n_If_ he lived.\n\nToo proud to show fear, he clenched his teeth tightly together and instead mentally recounted his prayers to the Frozen Gods and hoped that when he did not send his arrow in a few hours time, the Lady's other scouts would understand.\n\nWhen the Bone King emerged, the scout's scowl deepened, heavy salt-and-pepper brows drawing together over his face. The scout was by no means a fancy free midlander or some Southron fop, but he clearly wasn't as bulky or wild as the men that currently surrounded him...\n\n... Or the human beast that stood there, speaking his best aristocratic impression. The Bone King's eyes glowed like an animal, and the scout could easily believe they held the blood of such.\n\n\"I'm traveling my own path, Argloc Brunhild, mapping the terrain and the way to Taemar without the sickness impeding travel,\" The scout stated, turning his head briefly to look at the yawning darkness of the forest. He saw nothing, but felt the sense of predators hungrily watching his every move.\n\nThe burlish Batten man turned to look at Argloc. \n\n\"Why do you travel South?\""
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"author": "willofthepattern",
"message": "\"I travel south for my people. The Nameless ones have sent me a sign, I shall attend this Council of Marin and ensure that the Clan is spoken for. I shall either be ignored or I shall be heard. Either way the Clan shall gain something from this Council. My people have too long suffered in the wastes of the Witherlands. Too long have my people suffered while others have thrived. A new sun rises as the moon falls and this sun shall bring light to a new age. I will no longer see my people suffer. If I am ignored at this council I shall give them something to pay attention to.\" Argloc seemed grim his hands lowering to his sides asshe stood at the edge of the camp, his anger rising. \"You still have not answered my question stranger, who are you, why do you travel alone, and why have you come to Taemar?\" On his left hip lied a large blade of sorts. It rested within a black pelt scabbard with a hilt that was of bone. The hilt was rather large and worn, covered in odd runes that only a Clansmen would understand. Unsheathing his sword the blade was gigantic and a dark steel. Resting both his hands upon the bone pommel he planted the blade into the dirt. Resting his hands and partially his own bulk his mouth was a thin line and his eyes continued to grow ever ominously. \"Perhaps my warriors have a right to be worried.\""
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"message": "**Lady Batten's Scout**\n_Wilderness_\n\nIt was an impressive speech, and made the burly-faced scout's frown deepen with the _threat_ that punctuated the end of his words. Shifting from foot to foot where he stood, it was clear that the Battenman was uncomfortable in the Clan King's presence, and even more uncomfortable with his words.\n\nWhen the black blade was drawn and stabbed into the earth, the scout let out a small scoff.\n\n\"I did answer your question,\" The Northron man said, a touch offended and perhaps filled with too much attitude. It was the Witherland way, however. \"I'm napping the terrain and marking where the plague has hit worst. And ye didn't ask for my name, although my name is Dirk, like the weapon.\" He almost spilled who he worked for, as well, but since Argloc hadn't noticed the sash and didn't seem to be too knowledgeable about the Noble houses of Marin, Dirk didn't want to say too much.\n\n\"I didn't know the Council had invited... The Clans,\" Dirk said, his gaze running over Argloc's form as if trying to put it to memory, just in case he did survive and needed to recount the tale to others."
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"message": "Argloc seemed annoyed and no longer cared to conversate with the scout. \"The Clan was **Invited** By the Gods. The Nameless Ones sent us a message and I have heard their divine words. I shall attend this meeting of rulers and ensure that the will of the Nameless Ones is met.\" Sheathing his blade the hulking figure turned and walked out into the darkness around. Following his departure shifting in the woods surrounding dirk could be heard. As figures moved about in the darkness their shuffling ceased after a few moments. Silence fell once more upon the night and Argloc seemed to have faded away. All seemed quiet until the whistling of wind broke the silence giving birth to an arrow that flew through the night sky. Striking true Dirk found himself with an extra hole as his throat began pouring blood from the arrow wound that had pierced it. Falling to the earth the gurling of blood continued the breaking of silence until it faded as well. Silence returned and the night continued on."
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"message": "**Lady Batten's Camp**\n*Wilderness*\n\nThe caravan was very well employed with mercenaries and men — indeed, with plague along the countryside and especially in the cities, the caravan was _mostly_ men of the sword. Lady Cornelia's Entourage of servants was only what she needed; she didn't want to run the risk of bringing the sickness back to her personal household.\n\nA guard on the perimeter heard the tell-tale whistle of the scouts, and gave the call back. A scout emerged from the bushes surrounding, and quietly gave the report that Dirk's arrow hadn't been at its mark, and hadn't been seen. The scout went back to his duties, and the guard swapped shifts in order to inform the captain of the message.\n\nThat, in turn, was delivered to the head of Cornelia's personal guard, who happened to by dining with the Lady. Her dark hair was loose and flowing, her body cloaked in a dark red velvet robe, ornately detailed at the hem, sash, and cuffs. She was comfortable, but not indecent, and lovely to behold, and her bright blue gaze was steady on the captain and commander as they spoke quietly.\n\n_\"What is it?\"_ Cornelia asked.\n\nThe men hesitated, but the Commander of her personal guard finally spoke. _\"One of the Scouts has gone missing.\"_\n\n[c]\n\n_\"And that's troubling,\"_ Cornelia finished. Both men nodded. She stood up from her seat with elegance and waved her hand at them as she crossed the warm, spacious tent for the wine.\n\n_\"Continue. I'd like to know what happens to my people.\"_\n\nThe commander and the captain continued their conversation in her presence, coming up with a plan for protection and avoidance. It was imperative that they get to Taemar. A scout didn't matter."
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"author": "willofthepattern",
"message": "The small roaming Clanmens continued to travel through the wilderness of Taemar. Many were disgruntled when Argloc had told them to not eat the dead scout. \"It was a good kill,\" One brute had said. But to Argloc such thoughts were why his people were lost in the wastes. He knew that it would be a hard grueling process of trial and error but in the end his people will be apart of the civilized world and no longer stuck in the primitive, cannibalistic, incestuous, world they barely live in now. Riding on upon their hardy mounts the Clansmen gallop through the woods unopposed. Wearing heavy armor the Clansmen are covered in thick layers of furs coloring in dark shades seeming rather intimidating. Most would be too hot with all this clothing but these were warriors, conditioned for the worst conditions. Largely unaffected by the elements they rode on through the forest and out on the main road. Hooves slamming onto hard stone(dirt, whatever the road is made of) the Clansmen made quite a showing as the large bulking men skirted out from the thick wilderness and in unison road out on the road. Traveling towards this \"Vallen\" That the Council was being apperanrly being held at. Argloc hoped that the Nameless Ones were not playing a cruel trick upon him, that this Council shall mean a new era of prosperity for his people. Either way he was determined to find out..."
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"message": "**Lady Batten's Caravan**\n_Wilderness and to the Main Road_\n\nPrecautions in place, the Batten Caravan moved swiftly as they were much smaller than normal. In avoidance with the plague, they kept their movements tight and controlled. The scouts led the way onto the road until Taemar proper came into view. Miraculously, it was as if the plague had vanished, and the horses and carriages could make even better time.\n\nLady Cornelia was unsure what the council would bring, and idly wondered in the moments she took away from her work of sums and inventory on who might be present and what excitement she might see. Her plan was to be a fly on the wall, observant, and marking down what pieces were play, and where."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith and Retinue\nOn Candlehearth Quay, Sturm\n\nBefore Sturm was the primary port city in the Gulf of Pannaise, it was Candlehearth Hall. A group of candlemakers, a soybean farm, a head of wild hogs, and a lighthouse. A small group of artisans that figured out how to make wax from soybeans, and wicks from the hair of wild hogs. This was where the prophet of his people was killed. Bradai covered his nose as he stepped from the side of the Windshear, pretending to scratch his cheek. \n\n\"Vhis is tha cleanest place on tha Mainland?\" He watched a pregnant woman throw herself up against the candlestick sigil of a town guard's tower shield. She was screaming about his red hair. Gitten placed a hand on her brother's shoulder, leaning up to spit on the raving woman. \n\n\"AYYE!\" She shook her fist in the air, \"YER FUCKING CROWN PRINCE 'AS RED FUCKING 'AIR AND YOU ALL SEEM TO FINK 'E'S SO FUCKING 'ANDSOME!\" \n\nBradai had let Gitten come along to Sturm. In any other place, for any other diplomatic mission, he would have never brought her along. But this was Sturm, and someone was going to have to watch the Fleet. It was bound to be a terrible idea, and by all accounts a diplomatic nightmare. Bradai pursed his lips and hid a smile.\n\nHouse Kersenwach, at one point a candlemakers guild, and today a wealthy group of inbred Purebloods, had come a long way in their considerably small history. When the Tides Barer came with his Livyatan Fleet, the small candlemakers of Sturm didn't know what to do. Someone, allegedly, thought that the best way to signal for help was to round up all the candles, throw them on the top of their tallest tower and light it on fire. This house of light, or \"Lighthouse\" As it was later named, was responsible for signaling the Trenten Fleet, who blindsided it and killed the Tides Barer. This, Bradai believed, was complete buillshit. The concept of a lighthouse being used as a tactical instrument had existed long before the Tides Barer, and was supposedly used in similar towns in the gulf. These Candlemakers were not special. The Great Houses of Taemar, however, must have felt differently, and granted them Great House status. All of the Candlemakers got married to the oldest candlemaker, and Bradai assumed that they just kept in all in the family since then, because the reports his men gave him all had remarkings saying that they had trouble telling the family portraits apart through the generations. They had managed to reach Kingsblood status thirty years ago when they married the late Matilda off to the Hog King Gregor. But then she was murdered with a hogs tusk. Bradai reasoned that if there was any real sense of justice in the world, it was in that moment \n\nHe placed a hand over his eyes and looked up at the burning mass of fire atop the Candlehearth Hall, and rain began to fall from the sky. Little pinpricks of cold lined his exposed face, and he was told that the way was now clear for him to walk through. Bradai walked down the dock, accepted his BMTC ambassador guide, and began his walk to Candlehearth Hall."
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"author": "grimyard",
"message": "Roach\nCandlehearth Quay, Storm\n\nHis life's work is bridging on this moment, hanging before him like an heirloom dangling precariously on a string. Inside, deep in his core, Roach is petrified. Beside him is Bradai Maith, *King* Bradai, owner of the BMTC, merciful and ruthless and fair and cruel. He's *Everything* That Roach has looked up to and wanted to be, he's living the *Dream* That has kept Roach surviving for this long. It's difficult to keep his composure, he's hardly containing his excitement as he stands. Inside the castle, he turns on his heel, faces the king, and he gives a very proper bow. \"My liege!\" He begins, excitement leaking into his tone ever so slightly, \"It is an honour to meet you here today. Your story has inspired me to become the man I am today, your resilience and your courage have never once failed to fill me with determination to follow humbly in your footsteps.\" Is he being too much here, in his one chance to make an impression? It's too late, if he is. He's begun this journey, and he will have to continue it to see where it leads.\n\n\"You see, from my days as a slave, I've looked up to your leadership— I still do, of course. To have this opportunity to speak with you is an incredible, *Incredible* Honour, I'm humbled to be humoured by you today.\" He doesn't falter, doesn't stutter. Roach is trying desperately to not blind off the walls, but *Lord* It is difficult for him to organise the vast amount of thoughts that are tumbling through his mind. Thankfully he has experience in *Not panicking*, ergo he's able to keep his external facade to merely one of admiration and not immense internal thought. \"I have been working for your company for a while now, and if I may say so myself, I am a devoted and loyal ambassador. I seek to further my work with the company as well as yourself, if you'd find me to be capable in my leadership.\" His hands clasp behind his back, and he cannot help it— Roach bounces up subtly onto his toes to offset his excitable energy. His proposition is far from done, but he's interested to know if hes said too much, too little, a good amount. Is his tone alright, are his clothes fitted enough, are his calloused hands offputting? Is the distance between them enough? He's very anxious internally, but his gaze is unwaveringly friendly and determined."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Lord Duffy Glundler\nCandlehearth Quay, Sturm\n\n\"We will have guests for dinner tonight. *Royal* Guests,\" Lord Duffy announced to his family over their candlelit breakfast. His green eyes gleamed with excitement and his yellow teeth were barred into a semblance of a smile. His wife, Lady Hilde, sighed heavily, letting her spoon clatter noisily into her porridge. \n\n\"Now you tell me? The manor is a mess. We have only leftover goose meat. Is that what you intend to serve a royal guest? Old goose meat? *You foolish man*,\" She snapped, heaving her round body up from her chair and stomping off to her chambers. His son, Bledhund, quivered in fear at his mother's fury. \n\n\"Bledhund, please, now is not the time,\" Lord Duffy growled, massaging the protruding vein at his temple. Bledhund sucked his trembling lip into his mouth and sank down in his chair. \n\n***\nDaylight waned as the finishing touches were put on dinner. Hilde prepared a lovely nettle soup and roasted the old goose meat until it was scorched enough that the grey bits were effectively hidden. She gathered her ashen hair up into a stylish knot atop her head and greased down the flyaways with lard. Bledhund was put into a tight, blue dress that pushed his neck rolls up into his chin. His blond hair fell past his shoulders in two, tight plaits. Lord Duffy wore a grey suit and slicked back his own hair with ink. He felt that black hair made for a more distinguished look. \n\nLord Duffy nodded in approval at his family's appearance. \"I do hope that the king comes dressed as smartly as us,\" He chuckled deeply, lighting his pipe. Hilde pursed her lips and Bledhund struggled to breathe. \"Come, let us welcome our guests at the gates. We will show them a proper Taemarian evening.\"\n\nThe family lined up at the gates and looked down the road in fierce anticipation."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nA Tavern in Taemar\n\nThree months on the road was a long, long time, even for Anya. Her body ached and her stomach was a barren cavern within her as she approached the tavern. \n\nThe burst of warmth that flooded her body as she pushed the doors open was a welcome sensation, and the smell of food put a slight smile upon her lips. It had been far too long since she'd had a proper meal and sat in a proper seat. \n\nAs she strode inside, she calmly took in the demographic, her posture unassuming and relaxed, though her hand was poised to grab a knife at any moment from her belt where her thumb was hooked to rest. \n\nShe intercepted the maid and pressed a few coins into her hand. \"I need something very strong to drink and I need it quickly. Whatever you have to eat as well.\"\n\n\"Yes, miss.\" Came the polite reply, the maid a little offput by Anya's intensity. She quickly skittered off to fulfill the request as Anya searched the bustling tavern for a place to sit. Her eyes landed on a corner table and the young man seated there who seemed perhaps less swarthy than the general population of oversized men present. She lowered her hood as she approached and removed the harp from her back, setting it down on the table and raising an eyebrow in his direciton. \"Mind if I sit?\" Her green eyes studied him as she awaited his response."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton \nTaemar\n\nArin closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the silence. He took a sip of the ale but gave up and frowned at the woman who decided today was a good day to talk to him. \n\nHe opened his eyes and stared at the woman for a moment before speaking. \"How could I say no? It's not like you would listen to me otherwise.\" He said, raising his glass. \"But go ahead. By all means, have a seat. Tell me your name, my friend.\" Arin said, putting on a brave front, a slight smile exposing his teeth. In reality Arin was exhausted, tired of every bump terrifying him. \n\n\"But no, to answer your question I am completely alone. Please have a seat.\" Arin said, gesturing to the empty seat. He took another sip of his ale and grabbed his plate and paid for his meal. \"My name is Arin. Sorry about my manners. Been a long day.\" He said with a sigh."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nAnya sat down and breathed a heavy sigh. \"For you and me both, stranger.\" This wasn't ideal for her either, but she was happy she appeared to have judged him accurately. The tension in her body seemed to melt as she reached up to let down her hair from the braids, her head hurting from the pressure. \"I'm Anya.\" \n\nShe offered a smile and then glanced at the maid who brought her a mug and exhaled in relief. \"Bless you!\" Her hands brought the cup to her lips and she drank deeply from its contents, feeling the comforting burn of alcohol simmer down her throat before placing it down on the table and returning her gaze to Arin. \n\n\"So what brings you to Taemar? You don't look particularly at home here...\" Her tone was conversational and non-invasive. While she couldn't help admiring the handsome lad before her, she also couldn't get the thought of food out of her mind and wondering how long it would take to arrive."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton \nTaemar\n\nArin closed his eyes again, and softly exhaled. \"That's a story that would take too long to tell. Too many people have fucked me over, leading me to this moment. Everytime I think I have a moment of peace, everything goes to hell.\" Arin said, before tying his hair back out of his face with a small bit of string. \n\n\"Though, my story starts with a beautiful woman, as all great stories do. It has led me to another, so it seems.\" Arin said, grinning. Two plates of hot food were set down in front of the pair, and Arin gave the lady a few gold pieces. \"What's your story? What brings a woman as beautiful as yourself to a shithole like this?\" Arin said, turning and facing the woman sitting in front of him. \n\n\"Your fingertips have calluses, which means that harp isn't only for show. I haven't seen anyone like you in a while. Most just know a few basic songs and play it to the drunken masses, changing a few notes to seem original.\" Arin said, taking a bite of the meat sitting on his plate."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nAnya's eyebrow arched, her interest in this handsome stranger peaked. She tried not to look as relieved as she felt when the food was placed before them, or dig in too ravenously. \n\n\"I've played before my share of drunk masses to be fair.\" She flashed a smile. \"And to kings as well... I travel the between kingdoms, I've been on the road for months, it's been... Harsh.\" Her eyes grew distant a moment, wounds on her body giving a silent but painful agreement to her assessment. She pushed down the memories and the smile gracefully returned to her lips, and it was like the moment had never happened.\n\n\"Well, I would love to hear about your tale sometime. For now...\" She lifted her cup towards him for a toast. \"To the people who fucked us... May they be fucked harder.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\n\"I'll drink to that.\" Arin said, raising his glass. \"I've sailed the seas for years, but even through everywhere I've traveled I've never been anywhere that has caused me as much trouble as here. It took ages just to find a tavern with any room left. I'm not even sure if this place even has a spot left. The Council is causing everyone to lose their minds trying to get in line to have these people solve their problems for them. I would hate to be one of the ones having to listen to them all.\" He said, downing the rest of the glass before calling for another. \n\n\"I've been traveling for almost a month. Came from Azarya. Apparently the plague has not reached Taemar's borders yet, so I figured it would be best to lie low here until the plague comes and goes.\" Arin said, wiping his fingers with the cloth, and pushing the plate out of the way. He sat his head on his hand and leaned against the table and yawned. \n\n\"Play something. I want to hear something besides the occasional swear word by a boisterous fool who thinks he owns the world.\" Arin said, setting a bag of coins on the table. \"If you want payment, here.\" He said, pushing the bag over."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nShe glanced at the bag and smiled, pushing it back towards him. \"Your company is enough payment. It's been lonely on the road.\" Taking a swig of her ale she reached for her harp, propping it up. Her fingers rested at the strings, her hands gracefully poised as she paused a moment, looking at Arin once more before closing her eyelids.\n\nIt was hypnotic, the way her fingers glided across the strings, their melody so gentle and yet so bewitching. There was a haunting magic to the sound of harps. They were such a simple, ancient instrument, and in Anya's fingers it bore the most breathtaking song. \n\nAs the intricacy of her melody unfolded she began to hum along with it, harmonizing. The way she effortlessly improvised it was as if it was merely flowing through her. There was no hesitation, no sign of thought. It was pure expression, and the volume of the entire tavern lowered, all wanting to hear the music better. Arin's guess had been correct, she wasn't just any street musician, and it did seem to him that such music belonged in a palace. It seemed so out of place here in this grungy tavern. \n\nAfter a few minutes she slowly came to an end, setting down her harp and opening her eyes."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin leaned back in his chair as the music began playing. It started smooth, almost as if it were building towards something. The way her fingers moved across the harp was astonishing. She made it seem so effortless, as if a childcould pick up the harp and make it sing beautiful melodies that would be repeated for millenium . He was hypnotized. \n\nHer voice came out of nowhere. All of a sudden the music was accompanied by an unfamiliar, yet welcome visitor that made Arin want to never leave his spot. Every man or woman present became entranced by the music, almost as if the music was taking a life of its own. A few tears began rolling down some of the people's faces, but Arin just watched the woman's face. She was completely at ease with everyone's attention. He couldn't look away, but as all good things must come to an end, so too did the music. Everyone sighed and turned back to their mundane lives. \n\n\"That was simply incredible.\" Arin said, handing her the small bag of coins. \"It's yours. Keep it.\" He said, standing up. He grabbed a couple more ales and sat back down, handing one to Anya. \"You must be tired. I have a room if they are as full as they say they are.\" Arin said, sitting back down in the chair."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nShe laughed and pushed the coins away. \"Like I said, I do not need your gold.\" Lifting her cup to her lips she paused. \"But a room, that offer I might take you up on.\" She took a swig and then glanced around the busy space. She knew none of the faces, and she often found herself wondering what it would be like to actually live somewhere. To walk into an establishment and recognize neighbors, or friends. To get to know people and let them know her. \n\nShe inwardly laughed at the absurdity of such a thought. There was no home for her. Never had been, never would be, and all the faces she had the privilege of seeing on her many travels were just blurs that would fade from her memory as the years went on... Even this handsome sailor sitting across from her. As she returned her gaze to rest upon him, a pang of sadness welled in her chest, but she pushed it down with a soft smile.\n\n\"Did you learn any songs on your adventures on the high seas, Arin? Or do you play any instruments yourself?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin raised an eyebrow, grinned, and put the coins away. \"Whatever you say.\" He said mockingly. He watched her as she scanned the room, her sparkling green eyes taking in every little detail. He followed her line of sight but fell on nothing but sad men and women following the bottom of their cups from one table to another. \n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by her question. He looked back at her and thought for a moment, but shook his head. \"Unlike what most think, singing on ships isn't typically popular. There are some captains that will kill you, feed you to the sea if you will, if you even mutter a noise. Though even if I did know, my voice isn't the best for singing. I leave it to the pros \" He said smiling. \n\n\"But I do other things, very well actually.\" He said, handing her back her purse that he had taken a moment ago. \"There's no money taken, I just wanted to see if you would notice it missing. It's something you need to watch since you travel so much.\" He said, taking his knife and cleaning his nails. They were already mostly clean but unfortunately Arin had an obsession with his appearance."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Maith Camp, Vallen, Taemar\n\nBradai had only ever been to Vallen once before. Seven years ago, he had been called by the Order of the White Rose to be tried for his crimes against the Ramsalots after conquering the Isles. It was before his kingship, before he raised his first fleet, before the first Council. Since then, he had taken large tracts of land in Amoroth, he had gained and lost a son, Vronti Kelwynd had conquered Terresol and killed the oldest royal family in Marin and in his place sat an Islander queen. The world had changed significantly, and in all of that time, Vallen still managed to smell like pig shit. Absolutely nothing had changed about the terrible city of Vallen. This was supposedly the cleanest place in the world.\n\nThe Pirate King threw the curtain over the open window as the city came into view. Nothing smelt worse than Vallen. The city was originally five separate towns, all sporting sizable tracts of land, all designed for grazing. Eventually, the roads that connected them became city streets, and on either side, squat stone houses came up like mushrooms. It was where the majority of the Middlelands got their food, and it seemed like for every wagon going into Vallen for the Council, there were three exiting with piles of meat. To a commoner, it would look like the place was being looted. There was, however, no lack of meat within the city itself. Bradai had never seen so many people well fed. It was just a shame it had to come at the cost of a sense of smell.\n\nThe Grunewalds had long ruled over the town of Grunewald, the largest and best smelling part of the city known as Hog's Head. The streets were no longer flooded with commoners, frothing at the mouth and whipping shit at the side of his convoy. Here, the men and women were clothed the same, but the guards were more present. Present, in this case, meant violent. Seven years ago, only one protestor had come out to see his arrival in Hog's Head, and it only took one threatening glance to reduce the man to a heap of bloodied lashings. Bradai had remembered the ferocity of the guards then, how even in their armor they had descended on him like a pack of boar, whips cracking against his clothed body. This time, there was no one. It was clear that the Grunewalds hadn't needed the outside world, save for the hungry mouths. They had only been getting stronger, and now they were the only ones left spared. \n\nBradai stepped out from the carriage and into a group of guards. His court was 200 men strong, including bodyguards and vassals. Among his closest companions were his advisor Ollie and his sister Gitten Maith. The sprawling field around the Tower of Grunewald gained a large camp of black and teal tents, with him in the center. A large tent had been set up, complete with a mobile office and desk similar to the one back in the Isles. In the upper right desk drawer, a bottle of white rum. Ollie had outdone himself yet once again. Bradai poured himself a stiff drink and sat behind his desk, feeling the legs of the chair sink slightly into the soft mud. He brought the glass to his lips and sighed deeply. They would set up the tent city around him until others began to arrive. There was no way he was entering the Tower of Grunewald before anyone else. A forced interaction with a Grunewald was a mistake only made once."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nThe Tavern, Taemar\n\nShe laughed and raised an eyebrow. \"Well well, the scoundrel has skills! I'm impressed.\" Her gaze followed his fingers and she then looked down at herself, sighing. \"I definitely look like a vagrant don't I. Would it be possible for me to bathe and change in your room? I am heading to the Council to play and I'm sure they'll be kinder to woman who is presentable than to someone who looks like they've been sleeping in a pig stye for months.\" She laughed and gestured to her weathered appearance, then an idea struck her.\n\n\"You should join me! To the Council I mean, not the bath...\" She blushed. \"It would be so much more interesting with a friend than to wander into that mess all alone.\"\n\nThis was out of character for her, and she felt a little uncomfortable asking. Usually she kept quite to herself, but she genuinely enjoyed this man's company, and the thought of moving on just yet made her sad. \n\n\"Of course, I'm sure you have your own reasons for being in Taemar, so don't sweat it if you need to get back to your own life.\" She smiled and picked up her harp, tuning the strings to give herself something else to focus on while she awaited his answer."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "*Golifred Ironbeard\nOutskirts of Vallen, Taemar*\n\nHe had never been one for social interaction, nevertheless a large gathering of strangers - but news of the gathering in plagueless Vallen was too good of an offer to pass up. Golifred could use some business as well as contacts for his set of skills - so he packed his bags with items and products of his own design and made his way there.\n\nDays after he began his venture, the half-dwarf was within sight of the city of Vallen. He rode on the back of Miss Bonnibell – his equivalent of a rideable mount – and stuck out on the road like a sore thumb as he rode the back of a giant boar. His appearance would look more uncommon if he dressed like a dwarf and revealed his head tattoos, but in order to delay that inevitable discovery, he wore a leather cap that covered his head and ears, like the medieval equivalent of an ushanka. Each bag on the sides of the boar was filled with hand wrapped, individual trinkets of careful design, but the more valuable items were hidden somewhere else. Golifred was naturally suspicious and feared that he may be robbed on the trip - he brought along his axe and a variety of daggers, but it was not hard to overpower someone as short as he. \n\n**\"Well little lassie, I thinks we made it. Yer me best friend, ya know that? I couldn't 'ave made this venture without yeh.\"** His accent was heavy, sounding somewhat like what you'd imagine a Scottish man's. Not that there were Scottish individuals in Marin of course. Soon enough he began getting closer to the encampments and the gatherings of people, prepared to talk to strangers, but not planning on staying too long if he didn't get any business. Hopefully he'd get some, right?"
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Verina Crowe, Kirk Pinewood, and Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThe home of Kirk's uncle and cousin in Vallen, Taemar**\n\nOnce they reached the house, Kirk left the carriage first to go to knock at the door. Dennon and Verina climbed out after him but lagged behind on the street. The queen stayed inside to fan herself, not wanting to stand until she was sure they did not have to go elsewhere.\n\n\"Hopefully, this place will work out,\" Dennon said to Verina as he shifted weight between his legs. \"If not, we may have to kill some Cleburn impersonators at the convention to free up some rooms at an inn.\"\n\n\"I think I should leave, Dennon,\" Verina said.\n\n\"What? We just got here.\"\n\n\"I don't mean the city. Just...\" She glanced at Lucrezia in the carriage. \"Away from here. I feel like I've been useless hanging around for so long at the castle, now on this journey. I'm a spy, Dennon. I could be useful around here. I might be able to learn something covertly while we are here in the city. More than anything, I just want some space.\"\n\n\"What if we don't end up staying here?\" Dennon asked, trying to convince her to stick around for a short while longer.\n\n\"I'm sure the king of Ibethiel won't be too hard to find,\" She said with a smile before starting to walk away. \"I'll let you know if I learn anything important.\" Dennon waved as she left and sighed.\n\n. . .\n\n\"Uncle.\" Kirk said when the man finally came to the door.\n\n\"Kirk, I didn't expect to see you back so soon.\" James Pinewood said flatly.\n\n\"I haven't been here in three years,\" Kirk responded, a bit confused.\n\n\"Too soon.\" James had never been the biggest fan of his nephew, and the young man's absence hadn't made his heart grow fonder.\n\n\"Look...\" Kirk uttered before cutting himself off in frustration. The splinters in his hand that he had acquired at an inn earlier in the day didn't sting as much as his uncle's dislike of him. \"I'm just looking for a place to stay.\"\n\n\"For you and your filthy friends out there? The one in the carriage is fatter than your usual whores. Getting harder to afford the skinny ones?\" James joked.\n\nKirk looked back and saw Dennon walking up the path to the door. It gave him an idea. \"Do you remember the letter I sent saying I had been named the royal antiquities dealer of Ibethiel?\"\n\n\"As much as I try not to.\"\n\n\"Well, are you aware of the Council of Marin happening in the next few days and who might accompany me here from Ibethiel to attend it?\"\n\n\"Hello, I'm Dennon.\" The king said as he reached Kirk's side. James's eyes widened. He said nothing.\n\nKirk smiled. *\"King* Dennon Bigsby,\" He elaborated. His uncle had always possessed an odd affinity for royalty. When Kirk was a boy staying at the house, his uncle displayed a shoe that had supposedly belonged to Gregor Grunewald. Kirk, being a child, took it outside and played with it with his cousin, eventually scuffing it on some grass and leaving a small green stain. His uncle had never forgiven him, saying it 'no longer smelled the same.'\n\n\"It's an honor, your majesty!\" James said, shaking the king's hand reverently.\n\n\"It's not often that I hear that.\" Dennon commented, turning his eyes to Kirk. \"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Pinewood.\"\n\n\"You can call me James if you'd like, but only if you want to.\"\n\nDennon smiled. \"I'll keep that in mind. Kirk mentioned that we might be able to stay here for the council since all the inns we've tried were unexpectedly full for that Cleburn Impersonator convention. Will that be alright? We and my wife, the queen, have been traveling for so long.\"\n\n\"THE QUEEN?!\" James looked to the carriage. \"What a *Beauty* She is! Of course, you can stay here for as much time as you need. Come on in. Come come.\" He motioned them inside.\n\n. . ."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin arched his eyebrows. \"You would take someone like me to somewhere like that? I'm surprised, honestly. Though the bath seems more... Interesting.\" He said with a grin. He looked at her for a moment before smiling softly again. \"You are welcome to stay. I'll sleep on the floor for a night or two.\" He said, staring at the blood stain on the ground for a moment before looking up again. \n\n\"Though I will accept your offer. There are definitely enough pockets to search through in an event like that. Whatever I get I'll split with you, just for inviting me.\" He said, before the string broke and his hair fell back in his eyes. \"Fuck.\" He said, before laughing. \n\nIt was normal for women to be interested in him, but this was different. She seemed... Off. He was interested. He didn't know why. It was something about her eagerness to accept his offer of staying the night, or maybe it was just this was the first woman to pique his interest since.. The queen."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nHeading towards Vallen, Taemar\n\nWhen Marsila first heard of the plague that began to spread throughout the kingdoms, she paid it no mind and did her best to avoid the contaminated cities. Even though she was yet to find a poison or disease that affected her, Marsila wasn't idiotic enough to risk finding out whether or not the plague could infect her. \n\nDuring her travels, she relied mostly on word of mouth from travellers or fellow mercenaries like herself to know which cities were riddled with the plague. However, this resulted in less work being found as many were more worried about their health and families to put out a bounty. Eventually, she began struggling with the lack of coin due to the disappearance of bounties. There was no doubt other mercenaries were snatching anything they came across that provided coin, causing it to become more difficult for others like herself. Fortunately, Marsila knew archery as her father had taught her the handy skill so she wasn't left without food. \n\nShe was now travelling through the Taemar and Northwind border as she had heard of a rumour a few weeks back in regards to Taemar becoming a safe haven against the plague. The one country she had been doing her best to avoid due to the guilt of abandoning her parents, even though it was for their own safety. Perhaps it was now time she found her parents and apologised. \n\nMarsila dug her heels into the flank of her chestnut stallion Romia, forcing him into a gallop towards Vallen as she continued her thought. Would she be able to bring herself to see them face to face? How would they respond to seeing her after almost five years? She released the rein in her left hand so her right could reach towards the amulet that hung against her chest, her fingers gripping it tightly until it allowed her to slow her mind. She could do this. She had more control than she did years ago."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Lady Surany Torok, \"Lady of the Wine\"**\n*Carriage along the streets, Vallen, Taemar*\n\nThe rumbling of the carriage against the cobblestone streets was most certainly not a pleasant experience for the Lady. It had been quite some time since Surany had ventured out of her own territory, especially given these specific circumstances. Her parents had been rather insistent one of the children was to attend the Council meeting, despite the unfortunate instance of the plague running about. Every day one heard more news of deaths and spread. It definitely placed a damper on any parties or celebrations that the young noblewoman desperately wanted to have, but alas, it was not to be. \n\nWith a heavy sigh, said female was settled into the lush cushions of the carriage, back somewhat aching from the constant state of sitting they had been through. To be fair, if they wanted to reach the city in time the trip relied heavily on little time for breaks. But really, she was sure that her feet were nothing but decoration at this point. She almost feared that taking one simple step would shatter her legs like fine porcelain. \n\n\"My word, this is beyond boring. I am sure mother and father set this up to be a rather unusual punishment for me. Why else would I be sent to risk my very death?\" \n\nTruly, dramatic as always. Surany knew that her words were nothing but false, but a girl could still complain. Another sigh, and she turned to her companion. Bella had been a newer maid she had hired recently, but already the Lady was smitten (platonically, of course). She had such a rich and mysterious air to her; a confidence one could only dream of. Honestly, it had been a miracle and each day she thanked whatever gods were there that had decided to make her boring life less so by sending her wondrous maid.\n\n\"Bella, my dear, how much longer must we be in this carriage? I fear that I will soon become the bandit and steal the horses for us to run off. Especially since we drank the last open bottle of wine about 10 miles ago!\" Her voice whined into the space as she pouted. A slight jingle sounded and her attention was driven to its source: a little, male monkey. \"Malum, please. You ate some grapes just a while ago.\" He babbled at her, jumping closer until the little creature was making his way around her neck, curling into the warmth offered by her hair and neck. \n\n\"Honestly, you make me feel like a mother. You are quite lucky I like you so much.\" Her eyes gleamed with mirth as she patted the monkey, returning her gaze to Bella. \"Really, why was this Council even called? As if we don't have better things to do. One of the biggest gatherings in the land, and I can't even properly celebrate it!\""
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nHer laughter was so genuine as she shook her head softly. Every sound she made seemed melodic and it was intoxicating to hear. \"Well, why don't you point me in the direction of your room and I'll get myself somewhat presentable before we head off to the Council, eh?\"\n\nThe Coucil was her chance to really make an impression... To expand her audience and hopefully land her more successful residencies. Perhaps there was some deep part of her that was tired of being insignificant and alone. There was an opportunity to better herself, and she intended to seize it. First off, she needed to bathe and change. It had been so long since she'd worn a proper gown. \n\n\"Promise you'll be here when I come back?\" Her green eyes unflinchingly held his gaze as she queried."
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"author": "ellis.luminelle",
"message": "Belsys Cyre\nRoads heading toward Vallen, Taemar\n\nThe red-hair lass hummed along to the familiar *Click-clack* Of her wagon's wheels along the rough terrain, a makeshift path of worn down grass from all of the previous travellers before her. The sun was beginning to set - a fact Bel was endlessly thankful for as the constant rays of the sun grew tiresome, to both her mental state and her poor skin. Still, she shivered as she traveled northbound. To the rumored Vallen where a supposed council was to be held. Giggling to herself, she let her feet dangle from the cart as her hands held the reins.\n\n\"A fine gathering of some of the most known and respected folks among the continent, all discussing one thing or another. Perhaps they shall rediscover a vice or two once I make my way there\" \n\nThe girl laughed to herself as she took in her surroundings. Her cart filled with her signature collection of miscellaneous trinkets stood out from the bogs and marshlands that surrounded her. Bel took a quick peak at the roads behind her. Empty - she must have traveled far enough that most would have set up camp paces ago. She shrugged. Their weakness was her own gain. Besides, no normal merchant offering their quaint goods could compete with her, regardless of what impression her patched clothes and weathered wagon could convey.\n\nShe took comfort that hidden within the floorboards were samples of her true passions. Strange herbs wrapped in individual satchels, spices that may be spiked with unsavory elements, and other questionable goods that a fair, innocent maiden should not be caught with. Bel broke into a wild grin.\n\n\"It seems that the blood moon is heading northward!\" She cackled, letting the chill wind blow through her hair as she continued in her passage."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin held her gaze for a moment, those green eyes held his and wouldn't let go. How could he refuse? It was impossible. \"I'll... Be here. Of course I'll be here.\" He said, before giving her the key to his room. \"It's the third door on your left when you walk up those steps.\" He said, pointing at an old staircase on the other side of the room. He smiled back at her as she took her leave, and he watched her seemingly glide over the ground. He shook his head and cleared his mind before pulling out the paper again. \n\n*Bounty on a Pirate\n\nArin Cragton\n\n24,000 gold pieces\n\nPrince Nickles Ramsalot\n\nIf he should be killed I would prefer his body to be brought to me, preserved by any means.*\n\nHe read the words over and over, trying to make sense of it. The blood had set into the paper, turning it a dull brown, but he frowned. He folded it back up and sat it back in his pocket before feeling a firm hand on his shoulder and a dagger stuck to his throat. \n\n\"I would advise you not to try anything stupid, Arin.\" He knew that voice. That was.. Fuck what was her name. \"Fox.\" He said, sighing. \"What are you doing here?\" \n\n\"I'm wondering why the body of the man that brought you here was carried out of here, with your name on the lips of the men carrying him.\" She said, whispering into his ear. \n\n\"He tried to kill me, and died in the process.\" Arin said, turning slightly so the blade was no longer digging into his skin. \n\n\"I'm afraid that's not enough of an answer. Now now Arin, why would he want to kill you?\" She asked, removing the knife and sitting across from him. \n\n\"I don't know.\" He lied easily, almost without a second thought. \n\n\"Well find out, because if you don't, I will kill you myself.\" She replied, before standing up and walking out the door without another sound. \n\nHe frowned and looked back at his plate, and took another sip of ale."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nShe exhaled in relief as she took off her layers of clothing she'd been trapped in for months. With every bit of skin exposed, a more complete story Anya was told. She was not simply a beautiful girl with a beautiful voice. The bruises on her thighs and wrists marked where strong greedy hands had been... Burn marks travelled up along her spine and then wrapped to her right side, remnants of a childhood trauma that had shaped her entire life...\n\nShe winced as she slid into the bath, in more pain than she cared to let anyone see, but since she was alone, the cry of discomfort escaped. The water burned, but she lowered herself beneath the surface anyway, scrubbing away the nightmarish memories of her travels which stubbornly clung to her skin. \n\nJust as her body relented to the water and her pain began to dissipate, she stood. It was a rule she had learned long ago from the only person who had ever looked out for her. *When things get comfortable, move on.* Grabbing a towel, she dried herself, putting her long dark locks half up in braids, letting some cascade loosely over one shoulder. From her pack she produced a deep burgundy gown, laying it on the bed to press out the wrinkles. So much rode on this Council... She had to make an impression. Once dressed, she strapped her harp to her back and exited the room, locking it behind her as she made her way back down to Arin. Her eyes narrowed as she approached him. \"You alright? You look... Unnerved. I don't look THAT bad do I?\" She grinned as she did a twirl for him, the hem of the gown lifting in an elegant blur of deep red."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nCarriage along the streets, Vallen, Taemar\n\nIt had been... How much had it been? Days? Weeks? The sorceress felt like every minute was a year of torture for her. Posing as a servant for a spoiled noble had been Belladonna's worst idea to date. Anything for getting information.\n\nAt least the noble had good taste in wine, and the carriage was quite comfortable. \n\n\"*At least you have parents to complain about*\" The sorceress thought to herself while finishing her glass.\n\nShe looked out of the window, finding comfort in seeing her raven following the carriage close. Bella couldn't wait for the moment to wear her regular gowns again, not to mention how much she missed properly styling her dark brown waves. \n\nThe posing maid was brought back to the present by the Lady's voice. A warm and perfectly practiced smile was instantly drawn on her face, it was practically impossible to tell it was mostly fake. \n\n\"Do not worry, we're not far. I would say we will reach the Council before noon, My Lady\" She stimated. It wasn't often that she had visited Vallen in other occasions, but the sorceress still recognized the paths they were crossing \"I must agree in the wine crisis though, I could murder for another bottle\" \n\nBella eyed the monkey, her face back to being as impassive as per usual. Little funny creature, a bit of a rascal deep within. She didn't dislike it. Maybe it could be trained for mischievous purposes, who knew. \n\n\"Because the plague hasn't dared to cross Taemarian borders, it's the safest place for an event of this category...\"\n\n\"*And therefore the perfect place for succulent and useful information*\" That part she kept it in her mind. \n\n\"Do not worry My Lady\" With a sympathetic expression on her face, she smiled once again to Surany \"You will be safe, and I'm sure they will not have *The Lady of the Wine* Herself in their event without celebrating\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Taemar**\n\nCouncilor Wilhelmina Ulster was absolutely wiped. The ride from Castle Barrmount to the site of the Council had been one with few stops, gods forbid sleep. Not since her escape. Paranoia that Nathaniel's men were hunting her down spurred her to keep going. Her entrance to Taemar and the council had not been the one she was planning or expecting. Rather than a luxurious comfortable carriage with her luggage and entourage of servants, she came in alone, cold, and tired. She was still in her black funeral dress, which wasn't the ornate crimson one she was planning on wearing, but she supposed it would have to do. After all, circumstances change, and the ones she was coming under were most dire. Fears ticked through her mind as she made her way to the meeting place. Was she too late? Had all the Barrmounts been slaughtered by Nathaniel since her escape? Would the Council even care? Would they listen? Would everything she had done been for naught? \n\nShe thought she saw some familiar faces, but fatigue had dulled her senses. She desperately needed to find somewhere to sleep. \n\nEventually, she saw an inn and rode up to it. She hitched Dale to the post and patted his side. \"Thank you, Dale. I know you worked very hard to get us here. I'll make sure you get extra food from here on out. After all, you did save my life back there.\" She smiled and hugged his neck before tiredly entering the inn and sitting at a table. She could barely stay awake, and she laid her head in her arms on the table in a daze. This really had not been her week."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\n\"It's.. Fine. I'm fine.\" He said, clearly shaken up. He finally took another breath and looked up, before his breath was taken again. \"You look...\"\n\nArin studied the way the gown seemed to draw out the colors of her skin, and the way the light seemed to reflect on her now clean hair. She was clearly beautiful, that much was obvious. \"You look stunning. Though until the actual council begins I think you should keep that gown clean. But I think it's time *I* Clean up as well.\" He said, standing up. \"I've paid for the room for 3 days, and you can come and go as you please. I will be back soon unless you want to join me.\" He said with a smile. \n\nHe turned and walked to his room and closed the door. He let out a breath of relief and opened the chest that had his belongings. He pulled out a pair of rough clothes and drew his bath slowly. That girl was... Something entirely different than what he was accustomed to. He couldn't place it but she reminded him of someone he used to know. \n\nHe slowly pulled the shirt off, the marks from the night before still present. Dried blood caked his side, and when he entered the water the gash on his side felt like it was set ablaze. He grimaced and lowered himself slowly to grow as accustomed to the temperature as he could. He finally felt his body relax, and his only thoughts became quiet. He was at peace."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nShe wasn't quite comfortable with following him up to the room, she didn't want him to think she was prowling. The last thing she wanted right now was intimacy anyway after what she'd been through. The bruises were not yet healed.\n\nThe newcomer caught her attention, for one, because it was a woman. The frantic, exhausted air told Anya that the girl had been through hell, and her heart sympathized. Self preservation told her to stay put where she sat, but then she thought to herself that with all the connections she'd be trying to make at Council, she might as well practice. Hesitating a moment longer, she finally stood and grabbed a plate of food and a drink from her table and approached the woman, who looked to be almost passed out.\n\n\"Excuse me, miss...? Everything alright?\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Taemar**\n\nShe slowly raised her head to look at the other woman. Her eyes had dark circles under them. It was clear she had not slept for a few days. \"I... I'm sorry? Are you talking to me?\" She asked wearily."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\n\"Oh my.\" Anya sat herself across from the stranger and pushed the food towards her. \"You don't have to tell me anything but...\" She glanced around the room at the swarthy, seedy looking men and whispered. \"Best not be alone in a place like this in the state you're in you know?\" She offered a smile and gestured to the plate. \"Please, eat something, you look like you need it.\"\n\nNormally she would have been fine leaving a stranger to their own life, but after her experience lately, she found more compassion, especially to other women. \"You've been travelling far I presume? Are you here for the Council?\" It was a silly question, everyone was here for the Council, but she was trying to make conversation."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Taemar**\n\nWilhelmina was surprised at the stranger's compassion for her. She wasn't expecting anyone in a place like the inn to talk to her, but she wasn't one to turn down companionship. \"Oh. Thank you. I have not eaten for a couple of days. I appreciate this greatly, ma'am.\" She managed to give Anya a tired smile and began to eat. \n\nAfter swallowing her bite she continued. \"Yes... I am indeed here for the council\" Her voice at that point took a somber and pained tone, the memories of events the few days prior still fresh on her mind."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nAnya could see the pain pass through the stranger's eyes, so she gave her a moment to eat in silence before smiling. \"I'm Anya, by the way.\" She pushed the cup towards the woman. \"I'm a traveling minstrel hoping to make a name for myself I guess.\" \n\nShe didn't want to pry, the woman seemed distraught, so she thought talking about herself might take her mind off whatever was so troublesome. \"I've spent years traveling from town to town and village to village to play, making very little... Lately I'm thinking being on the road alone all the time maybe isn't the most fulfilling of destinies, so I'm seeing if I can't catch some attention among all the big shots here at the Council. Maybe I can begin actually making a living on my own you know?\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "*Golifred Ironbeard\nOutskirts of Vallen, Taemar.*\n\n\nAs he continued to ride forth on Miss Bonnibell, Golifred couldn't help but feel alienated compared to most if not everyone here. On his way he had spotted several large wagons, men on horseback, and even the occasional horse-drawn carriage – yet here he was riding on a boar. Though he didn't typically worry about such things, he still felt anxious about the events that would unfold over the next few days – was he going to get any business? Maybe. Were people going to treat him poorly? Without a doubt. These ideas and others raced around his mind as the boar came to a slow halt, sniffing the ground in front of a massive oak tree. They had gone off the road about 50 meters, the town still in view but far enough away that people wouldn't openly spot them from the road. Bonnibell had maneuvered her way through various bushes and shrubbery on the search of something to eat, so the location was purely coincidental.\n\n**\"Aye, good job there Missus Bonnibell! Yur keen nose have found us a free bed!\"** \n\nHe slid off the boar's back with a gleeful smile, eager to begin setting up camp for the coming days. Your typical person wouldn't see a tree and go \"I'll just camp there, methinks!\", but Golifred was not your typical person. Due to his small height and compact size, he didn't need much to feel content or at home, just about anywhere as long as he wasn't on a boat. He hated those damned things. \n\nHe began by grabbing a shovel off of one of the packs that hung on Bonnibell's makeshift saddle. Holding it in both hands, he began digging furiously at the base of the tree where little grass grew, making a dugout about 3 feet wide and 2 feet across - and making sure not to disrupt the tree's fragile roots and he dug a foot below the surface of the ground. When that was finished, he grabbed a tanned hide off of the other side of the Boar's saddle, along with some nails he fashioned himself - and began hitting the nails into the oak's base, the hide over the dugout like a roof. He then pinned one of the corners to the ground outside the dugout with a wooden stake, and kept the other open as an entrance - he had a makeshift dwarven survival shelter up within the hour, and waited for more arrivals in Vallen before leaving."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Taemar**\n\nAs she ate, Wilhelmina raised her eyebrows at the mentioning of being a minstrel, and that she wanted to meet some of the 'big shots' within the council. She smiled and brushed a bang out of her face. \n\n\"Wilhelmina Ulster. Iron Plaines Councilor of Agriculture. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Anya\" She was more than happy to help this woman get established if she could. After all, Anya had given her a kindness, and she was keen to repay it."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nAnya blinked in surprise. \"... The ... Iron Plaines...\" She sat up straighter. \"Umm I'm so sorry, I had no idea, you didn't you know... Look.\" She cleared her throat and took a breath to compose herself before she said something stupid.\n\n\"I don't mean to pry, I just. Someone of your rank shouldn't be in a place like this... Alone. Weren't you accompanied on your journey? It's no small distance from the Iron Plaines.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulsted**\n**Taemar**\n\nShe smiled tiredly and shrugged. \"I was supposed to be. You know, coming here with a carriage, luggage, servants. Something more befitting my status if you could call it that. Personally, I don't care much about all that, but that's besides the point. I was attending a funeral at Castle Barrmount. I do not know if you know of it.\" She sighed and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and pointer finger. \n\n\"During the funeral, the skeleton lord Nathaniel Vivayn laid siege to the castle. He had been laying waste to the innocent population, slaughtering them in droves. He and his legion are monsters, with no care for innocent lives.\" The disdain for Nathaniel was very apparent in her voice. It was more than that. Wilhelmina Ulster would never say she hated anyone, but for Nathaniel Vivayn she made an exception. To slaughter innocent families was unforgivable. \n\n\"I barely escaped with my life. I rode basically nonstop from Castle Barrmount to here so that I may warn the council of Nathaniel's attack. I had no sleep and no supplies. It was not an easy journey, especially considering I had to watch my back the whole time.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar \n\nArin finally emerged from the steaming water, cleaner than he had been in a very long time. He shook the water out of his hair and walked over to the cracked mirror in the corner of the room, wiping his eyes. He glanced in the mirror and studied his face. It was getting thin, his cheekbones becoming more prominent. Nothing terrible though, so he dried his hair and face and got dressed slowly. \n\nHe hummed a tune as he made his way out of the small room. He rubbed his shoulder as he walked down the stairs, but stopped to make sure his boots were tight enough. He stood up and stomped, and finally his foot slid all the way to the end of the boot, and he kept walking, making his way to the main room of the tavern. \n\nHe noticed the pair, and paused for a moment. He rubbed his necklace softly before approaching.\n\n\"Hello. Am I... Interrupting anything?\" He asked, moving closer to the pair."
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"author": "doodles95",
"message": "Anya Eversong\nTaemar\n\nAnya hung on every word that Wilhelmina spoke. She felt for the woman, and understood now why she was in such a state. She had heard of Nathaniel, of course. Everyone had, but she'd never met someone who'd been affected by his cruelty. \n\n\"That's terrible! You poor thing, you must be so exhausted!\"\n\nShe looked up at Arin as he approached. \"Arin, this is Wilhelmina Ulster, of the Iron Plaines. She's just come from Castle Barrmount and has seen some horrible things at the hand of that scoundrel Nathaniel.\" \n\nShe thought a moment. \"Arin, I'll find somewhere to camp, let her have the bed...\" She turned to Wilhelmina. \"And i'll lend you my gown, there's no way you're going before the council looking like that.\"\n\nAnya had heard rumors on her travels of the horrors that took place at Nathaniel's hands, and in this moment she knew Wilhelmina's impression upon the Council would be far more important than her own."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Taemar**\n\n\"It's a pleasure to meet you\" She was astounded at Anya's kindness. First it was the plate of food and front of her and now she was offering to give up her bed and let her borrow a gown which was a far better option than her funeral dress. Wilhelmina was going to make sure she repaid the kindness in full. \n\n\"You do not have to do that for me, Miss Anya. Truly, you don't. The only thing I am looking to gain from this council is assistance in repelling Nathaniel from Barrmount Council and the Plaines at large. Too many people have died by their blades.\"\n\nShe paused for a second, and thought for a moment. \"Well, that, and ensuring that the citizens of Iron Plaines get the help they need. They're starving. Nobody's working the few farms that we have because they're dying of either starvation or the plague. I care for them, and I don't want any more to die because they lack the basic necessities\" She truly cared about the citizens and hated seeing them in such deplorable conditions. Unlike many in the nobility, she wanted to make sure their needs were met."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hildergarde Vos*\n*Taemar* \n \n Hildegarde took deep breaths as she rode into Vallen, trying unsuccesfuly to still her nerves. She couldn't help but run through all the tragic or embarassing scenarios that might befall her on this journey. Everything she had experienced since leaving Brindelle was untreaded ground, and even though she'd dreamed of adventuring her entire life, part of her just longed to give up and go back home. On the way here she had witnessed death, disease, and poverty for what was really the first time in her life. She had never truly realised how sheltered she was. \n \n\n\n\n I will not go back with my tail behind my legs' she told herself as she dreamed of familiar comforts 'I will go back in glory\". The world felt big and scary right now, but she did her best summon some courage and ride on. \n\n \n \n Around tragic scenario number 200, Hildegarde reached the heart of Vallen. For a moment she forgot her worries as she looked around in wonderment as hogs walked the streets, letters and packges strapped to their backs. She went around for a bit, taking in the sights and sounds of the city and looking for a suitable inn from the many around the area. She settled for a lively establishment right in the center of town, where a large variety of people were already drinking and making merry, though the sun was yet had yet to set."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin nodded. \"You both can take the room. I can just as easily sleep somewhere else, even if that means I sleep on the street.\" He said, sitting down at the small table. \"It won't be the first, nor will it be the last. Go ahead, just enjoy it.\" He said, leaning back slowly. \n\n\"The bed is big enough if you both share, so you don't have to try and apologize to each other until one of you relent.\" He said, grinning. He took another gulp of ale and dropped it onto the table. \"Though it's up to you two.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Professor Viola Godwin\nAn inn within Vallen\n\nTo most, the professor of fae studies from the college of Azarya was not someone that could contribute much to the council of Taemar. Perhaps they *Are* Right. But Viola had her reasons for attendance.\n\nThe professor had secured her, well, his invitation to the council through suspicious means a few months in advance and had been staying in her family home until about a week and a half ago, when she set out to Vallen alone, hair pinned into a man's style and in men's clothes.\n\nTravelling alone was safer under the guise of Valentine and with a brother's sword at her hip. She travelled on a chestnut mare with a covered cart, stopping at inns along the road at nightfall, playing cards and dice games with other patrons, drinking and having a smoke until she retired to bed and then headed on again in the morning.\n\nValentine reached Vallen in the early afternoon and found an inn immediately. She payed the stable boy to take care of her horse and cart, even tipping him to ensure it - though she took the contents (a few cylinder shaped document holders and a travel back of clothes and other necessities) inside with her.\n\nIn her newly purchased and locked room, she shoved the cylinders under the bed and put her bag on a chair in the corner, taking out a journal from between a doublet and a shirt. The journal was leather-bound and tattered, pages stuck out from inside and as she flipped through pages of sketches, research and theories, she began a new account. Starting it:\n\n*The council of Vallen*\n\n*Arrived in Vallen after noon, bought a room and settled in. Nerves have begun to settle in. Valentine will attend meetings within the next few days - will update as they progress.*"
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "*Golifred Ironbeard\nOutskirts of Vallen, Taemar*\n\nIt wasn't long after he finished the dugout hole that he'd be living in that Golifred felt hungry. The journey had been long and he ate all of his provisions – he could thank his Dwarven genes for an immense appetite. Once he was fully unpacked, he tied Miss Bonnibell's leash to the tree and went off in the search of some good food and drink.\n\nThe air began to stir as the afternoon breeze brought the smells of the city to Golifred's senses – initially it made him feel like gagging, due to its pungent smell of human stink. But then something else greeted his nose... The smell of cooked meat and alcohol. This smell he liked, in fact, this smell Golifred loved. He could not identify what foods were being cooked or what was being drunk, but the odor was so intense that he had to go find out about it for himself. \n\nFollowing his nose, the half-dwarf soon heard the songs and laughter of what seemed like pirate folk. He was unfamiliar with pirates and sea voyages, due to his hatred for water and water travel, but Golifred had a certain amount of respect for them. They thrived in what he feared, and that itself seemed like something that was worthy of notice in the eyes of the half-dwarf.\n\nHe made it to the road instead of hiding in the bushes like a short bearded creeper, and slowly made his way towards the jolly bunch. He was unarmed except for a dagger on his hilt, but he did bring money and items to barter if the pirate folk would be so kind as to share some food and ale with him."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten Maith\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen Taemar\n\nGitten had never seen so many pigs. She had never _seen_ a pig before this. She had never once been to Taemar, and she had never once been so inland. There was a sea of them, pens, to wild boar to the free walking pink mail carriers. Everyone in the Isles didn't eat pork, either. It was a dirty mainlander food. They shit everywhere, they were fat and bloated and carried disease. The Taemarians looked like pigs, she thought, round faced and pink skinned, with whispy white hair that looked like the spring beard on a young boy's face. She had even watched some of her countrymen _cook_ one. They skinned the fucking thing apart with flaying knives, like they did with corpses or torture victims. They took the carcass and threw it over a massive bonfire on a spinning stick. She had found herself repulsed with the whole display. Then she had smelt it. \n\nSix glasses of black rum later, she found herself proclaiming her newfound love. \n\n\"And you—\" She narrowed her eyes beneath her wide brimmed sailing hat. Her finger jabbed out into the crowd, pointing at a diminutive serving girl. She was a Taemarian. \"You mark my words, Mainlander.\" Gitten leaned forward off the stack of boxes, swinging her legs idly. \"I will go to your home, _ta_ _yer_ _'ome_, and I will eat th' pigs in your house.\" Her crew went wild around her. They had started feeding her pork at sunset, and she had gone through most of a pig. Only the hooves remained. \"I will eat your courier pigs too. Before I sail from yer dreary rock I will have eaten all your swine, and bring the last of them back to my ship for the trip home. There is no man, no mainlander or Tonati here that can eat more of these fucking things than me.\" She placed a drunken hand behind her, and wobblily hoisted herself up onto two feet. The crowd was completely silent, afraid of a fall.\n\nShe pumped a fist into the air, \"We'll be putting these on me brother's coin!\" The Taemarian handmaid ran back to the castle."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "*Golifred Ironbeard\n\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen, Taemar.*\n\n\nGolifred saw the commotion with a gleeful smile and an appetite that could rival 10 men, his belly rumbling as he made his way into the camp. As he wore his hat and garb, he didn't look too strange compared to the pirates and others around him. If his hat was off, they'd see the typical bald dwarf and the tattoos of his ancestors in ink black as the night – but knowing that there would be troubles if they knew what he was, Golifred wore the hat to protect himself. \n\nThroughout the crowd, he could hear the commotion that Gitten caused and the uproar of her sailor companions. Golifred could imagine that where the uproar originated from, there was the food. And from the sounds of it, these people were in very good spirits. Hopefully, they weren't too terribly drunk – though the idea that these folk weren't would be a silly one at that. Drunken people were harder to barter and to trade with, though it depended on how they acted when drunk... Hopefully this time it worked in Golifred's favor.\n\nHe soon found himself pushing through some drunken pirate folk, to the middle of the commotion. Oh, the atmosphere was wonderful! Servants, music, alcohol, cooked meats - why it was enough to make a grown dwarf cry. *But not this dwarf!* He was Hungry!\n\n**\"Oye, you loht! Yer got any meat left tah spare, und some alcohol ta drihnk? I'll pay ye good fohr a meal!\"**\n\nHe looked at the pirates around him while speaking but ultimately set his eye on Gitten - she was the woman who caused commotion and looked to be the most important during all of this, so he decided to try and strike a deal.\n\n**\"Aye lass, I goht some handmade trinkets of me own makin! I'll trade ye.\"**"
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"author": "keeviinnn",
"message": "*Chisana Lay'kurth\nOutskirts of Vallen, Taemar*\n\nA hefty sum of coin, approximately a bag of cooper and perhaps a few silver coins, all so she could buy herself a pack-mule, grey and stout, but nothing extraordinary from its other mule siblings. Though fitted with a saddle, it was one that would not find much use for Chisana, for she's used to traveling on her wooden shoes, only this time did she had enough money to actually make herself a now worn-down leather boot that has seen much use within the village that she barters on. It would be at that same village where she'd hear news of a gathering from the likes of peddlers whom she'd come across from the road, a certain peddler, a friend and teacher, suggested that she go to the area to make some connections with people ― to embark on a journey far from home not for the sake of money, but for befriending new people, it is uncanny but it is reality to traveling peddlers, friendships are more profitable than the coins in pockets, an optimistic view that is well fitting Chisana Lay'kurth ― though it would be foolish to mistake this for wisdom in optimism, it is merely ignorance of what has been established.\n\nA trip of many suns and moons, where the road she takes is not one of dirt and pebble pavements, but rather the voice that stems from not just herself, but also her companion of the sky ― a chestnut brown owl with blue eyes, for every time the girl sings **\"Ah, so that way was it?\"** The owl coo's from nearby and becomes a guide for Chisana to follow. Walking the grasslands with only a destination in her mind, her resolute vitality to stand against such isolation speaks to her experience on solitary travel, whereas on one hand her pack-mule which carries her belongings, and on the other a staff with a bell, a sort of means of communicating her with her dog, the bell starts to ring and a black dog runs towards her to answer her call **\"Hey now, did you get hurt?\"** She stopped on her path and repeatedly pats the dog, her appearance would make her seem not too different from a shepherd, their companion dogs can sense danger, as well as to ward off possible wolf attacks.\n\nThat isn't to say that she's entirely dependent on her three animal companions, slinging over her shoulder is a self-made bow made with the fletching skill that she's come to start cultivating, though it wouldn't be as effective as civil guard bows, it is most certainly effective enough for precision-aiming ― going by the assumption that no hesitation stops her from releasing the arrow; violence is a part of reality that she chooses to ignore, the world that she confines herself to on her walks was one she could find better solace, as leftovers of a past left by her ancestors. Much of her travels follow a nomadic form, the idea of traveling while entrusting your faith to the animals of the world is very much of this nature, but it is a form of communication that needs not humans to keep them from going delirious ― to simply sing blindly, can make not only one's companions sing back, but also the world around the songstress **\"Haa~! Look at that!\"** A wide grin spreads across her face, that action of \"Singing back\" Took the form of a boundless corn poppy field that started to rattle as if to bounce off her voice, and a myriad of birds that fly out towards the open horizon, as if telling them that it was already time for them to continue their migration, much like the traveller herself.\n\nThat period of solitude would eventually come to meet its end, listening closely through the walls of the woods would be the sound of rolling wheels clanking against the stone pavements, which would then be paired with the neighing of horses and their hooves stomping against the ground ― was it time to wear the blind-fold, to hide her almond eyes as well as to mingle with this society immediately? No thought Chisana, what's important is to setup a form of camp right outside the bucolic city so as to risk a lesser chance of prejudice and save up coin; though it was because of those blindfolds that she's managed to develop her hearing to a greater extent. She pulls her supplies down from her pack mule and starts to setup tent, using dried sticks and dried pine-cones to start up a fire, not yet using any of the coal she's packed with her, it would only be then when she'd return to feeding her three animal companions **\"Sleep well everyone, we won't be leaving for a while\"**, she whispered while she leaned on the belly of her mule, making sure to keep watch on them until they fell asleep ― while the girl stayed awake to this time do the warding of threats, and to protect her companions from possible poaching, all while regaining her stamina and writing on her journal."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten Maith\nThe Islander Camp\n\n\n In an instant, nearly everyone went silent. They had all sailed over together, and knew when there was an intruder in the camp. The Islanders were not a particularly territorial bunch, but certainly they did know that assassinations weren't uncommon for Islanders in public spaces. At the majority of their hips were scimitars and bucklers, with the King's men sporting crossbows. The dwarf's appearance did little to change the mood of the camp, which still hung heavy with the smell of food and the sound of festival. Gitten placed her hands on her hips and inspected the newcomer once or twice.\n\n\"Why...\" Gitten's mouth turned up in the corners, \"It's a pygmy man!\" She began to laugh, and instinctively, her men crowded around the box to help her down. \"A Taemarian pygmy man. Avast yerself, pygmy man.\" She drunkenly stumbled towards him, with a look of assurance that only 6 glasses of dark rum could inspire. She drew her scimitar towards him, wiggling the point before his face with a wobbly hand. \"Ye must know this, and know it well. I am not a slaver, pygmy man, but I have 'eard of the wishes you grant. Yes, you may sit with me, eat with me, and ye may even show me yer wares, but I must warn ye, I will want my wish. My men 'ave orders to slice me apart if I ever transport slaves again. But this be a bondage of fate, not of squabbling law and prisoners.\" She sheathed her blade and removed the hat from her head. Her wiry orange hair was tied up into a thick cord, coiled around itself like a knot of ropes. Her face was golden and dotted with freckles. From her wide and crooked smile. Golifred could see the fire reflected in the mirror of her gold canine tooth. \"I am Gitten Maith, Ear Stealer, Conquerer of Amoroth, Black Privateer, and Commander 'a tha First Fleet of House Maith. These are my men and women, all Islanders. We 'ave seen pygmy men before, and they 'ave granted us wishes. Can you perform these miracles?\" Her greasy hand was outstretched before her, waiting for some kind of shake."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "*Golifred Ironbeard\nIslander Camp, Vallen. Country of Taemar.*\n\nGolifred stood there, slightly shocked with the reaction, but keeping a very profound poker face - when Gitten drew her scimitar, the half-dwarf reacted with raising a single bushy eyebrow. Sure he may have been short, but mistaken for a pygmy folk? That was something else entirely. It seems that the islander mistook him for a different breed of dwarf - for Golifred knew that none of his ancestors would've dared be near the seas or pirates. Hell, Golifred was so afraid of water, he didn't even know how to swim! Dwarves weighed more and had less body mass. They had a tendency to sink like a stone.\n\n**\"Aye, yer eyes be keen, but you look at no 'Pygmy' man. 'ell if I knew what yer talkin' about my lady.\"**\n\nGolifred accepted the handshake from her pirate-ness with a grip of iron. It was a common thing with dwarves – a weak handshake was for cowards and children. \n\n**\"The name's Golifred. Aye can't say I got a title like yers, but I do acclaim mehself an experienced blacksmith, and maybe the best below the Witherlands, if you could believe that. If yer wishes involve my skill I could do my best – but for coin of course.\"**\n\nGolifred was never a fellow to work for free - there always had to be something that he got out of the deals he made. In this case, he would strike a deal for food. In his pocket he kept a selection of handmade rings and a few coins, nothing overly expensive or fancy, but they were well crafted and detailed with a careful eye. His expression turned to a smile as he thought of one of the rings in particular. Perhaps this young woman would enjoy a handcrafted item of jewelry. \n\n**\"Say, if you'd be willin', I got some of the merchandise on me right now. I'd be more than happy to strike a trade with ye, should you be interested.\"**"
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "The Whylder Brothers\n\nNorthwind Camp, Outskirts of Vallen\n\nKharlylre had scarcely slept through the last couple hours of the trip. Every rock caught under the wheels of their carriage was felt in great detail by the side of his head. He arose, bleeding from his temple, having rested up against the wooden walls of the carriage, they shared qualities with sandpaper. Luckily enough for Kharlyle, brother Mercurio had arranged the spot for their camp on the outskirts of Vallen.\n\nMercurio thought himself lucky, despite their late arrival, no one had chosen to claim Merc's ideal spot. A small cliff overlooking a valley of hogs. The way the locals had described it, a majority of hogs in the surrounding area would migrate into the valley to form something akin to a hog ocean, bustling waves and all. While the thought of ample pigshit and the associated hog stampedes would dissuade most, Merc simply had to see such a natural spectacle for himself. \n\n\"We've been to Taemar before, brother. Should you remember.\" Mercurio, who was unphased by days of relentless travel, said to Kharlyle. \n\n\"Should I remember? No Merc, I've forgotten the first fourteen years of my life for the convenience of this conversation.\" Kharlyle, who took days of relentless travel fairly worse than Mercurio, replied. \"Merc, I can't entertain this, it feels as if someone is forcing an ice pick through my temple.\" Kharlyle pressed two fingers to the side of his head, he could feel the pressure of flowing blood behind his eyes. \n\n\"Oh cheer up fair brother!\" Mercurio abruptly patted his brother on the back. \"We've arrived!\"\n\nEvery syllable of Mercurio's voice shot pain into Kharlyle's head. \"I can smell nothing but pigshit, Merc. Nothing but...\" Kharlyle had still not observed the whirling hog formation under the cliffside. It didn't seem like something that would interest him. \"I need to leave Merc. I need to get the fuck out of this hellscape.\"\n\n\"Brother no!\" Mercurio recoiled in shock. \"Brother you should see this! The ocean of hogs, it's even better than I could have imagined!\" Mercurio began to plead for his brother.\n\n\"I need to leave this place.\" Quite unlike Kharlyle, he wanted to get away from his own men. Instinctually, he headed for the castle, it's possible he wanted to feel like he was in familiar territory. Its possible that he remembered he had an agenda to forward. Regardless, he was off, after all, he had half a seat in the council to fill."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nMarsila tugged the stallion's rein towards her chest while leaning back ever so slightly, encouraging Romia to slow his pace down to a steady walk. She paid no mind towards the bodies of people that had currently set up camp by the tower of grunewald and instead, continued down the road that led towards her parents home.\n\nAs a large wooden framed house, almost similar looking to an inn came into view, Marsila began to tap her fingers against the pommel of the saddle in a nervous manner, embedding her nails into the wooden material, marking it. Inhaling deeply, Marsila felt her stomach turn from anxiety with each step Romia took. She wanted to turn back in fear of being rejected by her parents yet the tiny voice in her head warned her of the regret she would feel if she did so. So Marsila forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat and brought Romia to a halt. Throwing her leg over the saddle, the young woman slid from the saddle and landed heavily on both her feet. She didn't bother to tie Romia to a post, knowing the steed would remain close to the house. \"I won't be long boy, stay close.\" She knew the horse couldn't exactly understand her but his company and associating with him brought Marsila some sanity after being alone for so long.\n\nTaking long strides towards the first step that would lead her inside, something about the door had caught her attention. It was ajar. Furrowing her brows, the sudden anxiety of meeting her parents vanished and was soon replaced with worry. She rushed towards the door to throw it open and faced the mess that was left inside. Like it was raided. \n\n\"Mum!? Dad!?\"\n\nHer heart began to pound against her chest as Marsila ran through the ransacked house, looking through every room for a hint of what had happened. Each room was similar to the last as she searched, until she finally came upon her parent's room with the door torn completely off its hinges. Her vision began to blur as tears formed from the loss of her mother and father, making it difficult to focus until a burning sensation hit her chest only seconds later. The amulet around her neck had begun to feed off Marsila's sadness and the anger that boiled inside, preventing her from lashing out and potentially shifting. \n\nRegaining her composure, Marsila pulled her shoulders back and inhaled deeply. Taking a step into what used to be her parent's bedroom, Marsila began to study every minor detail in how the room was destroyed. Her lips pursed together, noticing the mess wasn't a result of a fight. If it had been, there would some form of markings or even a drop of blood but instead, drawers had been emptied, a desk thrown upside down and the belongings of her parents spread across the room. Someone must have been looking for something important. But what happened to her parents? And how did they manage to take them without being heard or seen?"
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Lady Surany Torok, \"Lady of the Wine\"**\n*Carriage along the streets, Vallen, Taemar*\n\nLaughter filled the carriage as Surany acknowledged her better known title. \"Indeed, indeed! I have to say, this may just be a more interesting Council meeting.\" A wild look gleamed in her eyes, silent promises of trouble and plots awaiting to happen. \"Honestly, they are quite lucky I made sure to bring some good wine. Gods above know what type of foolish alcohol they are providing for this event.\" Her eyes rolled to show off her annoyance. \n\nA soft noise was heard from the creature occupying her neck, the little monkey obviously having his own words to say to her plans. \"Now, now, we must be mindful of others and what they expect. As our lovely Madame Frida said,\" And her demeanor changed to that of a rather snobbish and prickly older woman, \"We must maintain our manners and decorum, Surany! Imagine if the great Lord Jusik saw you use your salad fork for your supper!\" With a dramatic gasp the Lady fell into giggles, face flushed from the laughter. \n\n\"Bella, can you honestly believe that?! Of all things, forks are more important than the very well-being of people or lands.\" She scoffed at the idea, lips begun to purse into a pout as she stared out the window. The constant view of houses and people served as her temporary entertainment as they moved along, ever closer to the main castle. \"Really, one would think that caring for their subjects, who are the main income and source for trade, may one be reminded, be more important than the latest fashions.\" It was something rare to hear from the noblewoman; often she did not release her inner thoughts, but having drunk at least four bottles of wine did tend to loosen the lips. \n\n\"Bella, do you think this Council will even be about anything important? Or are we just going to prove the importance and wealth the noble hold over those below?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nCarriage along the streets, Vallen, Taemar\n\n\"*Alcohol, party, alcohol, party... Does this kid ever talk about anything else?*\" The sorceress thought as she sighed. Bella almost choked on her own spit as she heard what Surany said next.\n\nDid she hear right? The well-being of the common folk? Since when did alcohol turn nobles into people with common sense?\n\nBella's disbelief expression made her face a poem. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes wide open, blinking at the Lady. *\"Source of income\"*, with that phrase her surprise vanished like smoke in the wind. The dark haired woman had a slight hope for a brief moment.\n\n\"It's a reunion of nobility taking place in the only plague free place of the map, while the rest of the people rot. I wouldn't raise my hopes up, My Lady\" Her voice was stained with disgust."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Vallen, Taemar**\n\n\"Truly, I do not want to intrude on anything. You don't have to offer me your bed. I can find somewhere else to stay. The offer means much to me, however, I cannot accept. I have no right to any special privileges. Why should I have the right to stay in your bed and force you to find somewhere else?\" She was genuinely grateful for the offer, but she didn't think it fair for her to take someone else's bed and have them find somewhere else to sleep. She wouldn't be able to live with herself. As tired as she was, she was going to find somewhere else. Surely there were plenty places to stay in Vallen, she did not want to make this kind man have to find somewhere else to stay."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten Maith\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen\n\n Surprised by the strength of the handshake, Gitten had foregone any sort of introduction. The man had come to grant good fortune, and they had enough pig to spare. If he was a Mainlander, he was one to sit down and eat with pirates. That kind of boldness was good enough for her. Gitten motioned for her men to bring a thick leg of pig and a deep flagon of dark rum. One of her men, impressed with the sheer size of their companion simply said, \"Wee man.\" \n\n\"Aye!\" Gitten shooed him away with an idle hand, \"He _is_ wee, aye. Offend him anymore and you risk us a fortune.\" The Privateer rolled her eyes, watching as a similar plate was placed before her. \"You're a smithie, aye?\" Gitten tore into her piece of pork, placing both of her hands beneath the lump of meat before tearing in with her teeth. \"We've got smithies on the ship. Fer arrowheads and crossbow bolts. Ye eat what ye like, pygmy man. Show me yer bits and bobs once you feel like trading. Eat yer fill and bring us good fortune.\" \n\nGitten seemed distracted through the whole affair and had made it through half of her flagon before introducing the topic of Golifred. \"Have you had rum? Real, honest rum? Rum that'll make the wee hairs on yer wee arms stand up? None of that _wine_ that the Mainlanders drink. You're not an Islander. Are you from Amoroth?\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nIslander Camp, Vallen\n\nGolifred nodded, taking a seat on a smaller stool across from Gitten. He wasn't *Quite* Big enough to hop on top of one of their full-sized stools. \n\n**\"Aye, smithin 'as been me lifestyle since I was a boy. My father was a smith, and my grandfather before 'im.\"**\n\nAs soon as the plate of food and mug of rum was set in front of him, Golifred began eating hungrily, as if he hadn't eaten in days. One could relate his actions to that of a starved animal. He didn't use silverware or utensils – he ate with his hands at a frightening pace. Soon enough all the pork was gone, and all he had left to finish was his rum. Grabbing the cup with both hands, he began to gulp it down in vast amounts until there was nothing but a few drops left. Some of the drink had spilled over his lips and doused his beard, but he didn't mind. He'd set the cup back down with a *Thud* Wiping his mouth with a swipe of his sleeve. \n\n**\"Aye, gods be praised! That there was a feast I may never forget.\"**\n\nHe chuckled happily as he reached down to his belt, grabbing a small leather pouch from it and setting it on the table. Untying the knot, he opened it up and brought out small, wrapped items, each about the size of a walnut. He unwrapped them one by one to reveal intricately crafted rings of steel, bronze, and even one of solid gold. These were the items of barter that he promised, each item different than the other with designs and craftsmanship that was quite hard to achieve. In order to make such objects, Golifred took weeks at a time to carefully carve every detail and line to make them objects of high quality. And worth quite a bit of money if they came across the eyes of the right buyer. \n\n**\"Tell me, do ye have any other races on yer ships beside humans? Like elves, perhaps? I don't know much about yer job or what ye choose to do, so truth be told I'm interested about it. I haven't set foot on a ship in me entire life, I've been here in Marin. My workshop resides in the Witherlands.\"**"
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten Maith\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen, Taemar\n\n Gitten loved this man. For the first time in her life, she wanted to be around someone. She knew, deep down, that the love was not genuine. She did not desire him in any meaningful way, but that simply his presence was enough to inspire the air around her. It was how one desired a pet, or a friend, on this case, a friend who due to his short height could also become a pet. Her bites around the bone she tore from were imperfect, there was still some meat left on the bone in wayward piercings here and there. His was picked clean, like a flock of gulls. \n\nWhen he finished, she pounded her fist on the table. She had never seen someone drink a flagon of rum that quickly. \"Do you want more, smithie?\" She balled her fists up tight, waving over more meat and drink. \"More for me, as well.\" They were brought jowls and porkbelly, with two large flagons of rum. \n\n\"Do ye like it?\" She took a long drawl from the flagon then took a thick slice of meat as a chaser. She inspected the greasy rings as she chewed, in the light of the bonfire beside them. \"Is 'dis gold?! A fuckin' golden skull and dis one wit' tha headress?!\" She slipped them on her fingers and nodded. \"Whatever you want for 'em, aye. And no, I don't have any of tha halfbloods on my ship. The Drow have their own crews and they're fiercely loyal to each other on the sea. Elves are desperate, they steal things, so we let 'em off at nearest shore. Fae are strictly not allowed, and any found are killed immediately.\" She began to laugh, cutting off\n\nAnother slice of meat. \"Aye, they're treacherous beasts, and no shifter can live among us. I once lost half a crew to a panther on board, in the middle a the ocean. It would come out at night.\" She reached into her shirt, removing a necklace of dried ears and panther teeth. \"Do you know how many men can see a panther at night? In the brig?\" She cackled. \"Have you ever seen a panther, pygmy man? I have never met another man like you. Surely you are a man, as well. A short one, yes, but a man. And even if you be false, who cares? You must leave this wicked land. See a panther. Join us at the council, my brother'll take ye in. Live how us Islanders live. Then, aye, ye will know well where your loyalties lie. And, ye can feast where ye like.\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nIslander Camp, Vallen\n\nWhether they knew or could predict what Golifred was, he didn't know for sure. They were sailors and islanders and likely hadn't seen a dwarf before, as dwarves steered clear of water and stayed on land where they felt safe. Likely he was taking a bargain talkning to the islanders as he knew not what they thought of his kind, or his father's kind to be better put, but he didn't feel comfortable hiding it if he were to make friends here. He was about to remove his hat when the food arrived - and his train of thought went bye-bye. He began chowing down on the second round of food and drink almost as fast as he did the first, taking gulps of rum here and there when he got thirsty. \n\n**\"I say that for you, lassie, the rings are gifts, if ye can do one thing for me. I'm lookin' for more business and this meetup of folks is a perfect breedin' ground for word to travel. All I ask in return for those rings is that ye tell people about my work. I'd love to have more customers and fine people such as yourself to visit my workshop someday.\"**\n\nHe soon began downing the flagon of rum as he did the last, this time slowing down slightly because he had already done it the first time. His belly was getting full, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from enjoying the evening. With a gentle thud, the empty cup was set back down on the table before Golifred took time to speak again.\n\n**\"Aye, elves, drow and shifter folk can be a tricky bunch, no doubt. I have yet to meet a shifter in person, but I 'ave heard stories of their kind. But 'ave ye encountered any Dwarves? I 'ear they're extinct cause of the plague, but it never hurts to ask.\"**"
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten Maith\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen\n\nGitten hastily put on the other three rings when he announced that they were gifts. This was a miracle man. \"Do you know my brother?\" She squared her jaw, and got the attention of the Islander's around her. \"If you're looking for business, my friend, you are talking to the right lot. Later in this Council, go and see my brother, fer he will be glad you did. You can ask any of them who my brother is, and they'll tell you. I can not say that I favor 'im over me other siblings, but without 'em I would also be dead. Take that fer what ye will. But if you are a Cantile, it is our King you should be visitin'. I will take ye with later on, just say the word. No need to let business get in the way of a good meal tonight. Where are ye sleepin? It'll be safer in the camp, as opposed to some hole in tha ground.\" She watched as her fingers clanged noisily together, and she spread some to her other fist. \n\nThey were all lovely. She didn't look up from her hands when he asked the question, \"I donno what I dwarve is. I know what _pygmy_ man is, shorter than even you, with big heads and wide eyes. They grant miracles out in Jotun. My brother saved them, too. There are no Jotuna pirates or slavers either, so he saved them from me as well. But dwarves? That's but gibberish to me.\" She especially admired the way the one with the devilish horns would function in a fight. She moved it over to the fourth finger on her right hand. \"What is this one?\" She pointed to the foreign script on the bezel of the signet ring. \"Is this the Dwarvetongue language?\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nIslander Camp, Vallen.\n\nHe listened to her description of her brother with a hint of interest. He sounded like a man with priorities and who valued family and trust, which sounded like a good man to Golifred. Of course, he wasn't a quick one to judge, so he took it lightly - but the notion remained. He was amazed that the islanders hadn't heard of a mainland dwarf. Apparently, they knew of Pygmy peoples which Golifred could assume was another nickname for some other type of dwarf of which he could not understand - being by or in water was one of his greatest fears because he sank. Golifred assumed all other dwarves did too. \n\nHe decided since they had no idea of what a Dwarf was, to reveal his true nature in order to remove any suspicions or rumors that may turn up as time went on. Golfired removed his hat with a sigh, revealing his tattoos that covered his scalp, and his baldness that came with his dwarven heritage. \n\n**\"Aye, mah full name's Golifred Ironbeard. As ye people put eht, I'm a half-blood meself. Aye take pride in me heritage as a dwarf, 10 generations of blacksmiths and miners come before me. On that ring, it marks prosperity and survival - two very important things in my heritage and the survival of my craft.\"**\n\nHe held the hat at his waist with a solemn expression, looking at Gitten and the islanders who probably had little to no idea what he was talking about.\n\n**\"I'm incredibly honored for yer notion of joining yer crew, but I don't sail. Been livin' on this rock of a country for 42 years, and I'll continue livin' here until me legs give out. We dwarves are a hearty boonch and you'll find that this much food is just a first course fohr me.\"**\n\nHe finished his little speech with a hearty laugh, slapping his knee with his free hand. Sure, the Islanders may not understand the joke if they didn't know dwarves, but one thing Golifred's ancestors were known for was immense feasts and appetites to rival beasts much bigger than they - it was a sight to behold if one should ever find a dwarf in an eating competition."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Lady Surany Torok, \"Lady of the Wine\"**\n*The Velvet Swine, Vallen, Taemar*\n\n\"And with that, my dear friend, I must agree.\" Her face pulled into a grimace to match the disgust filling the vehicle. \"I do hope we find the cure for this damn plague soon enough. It has been a miracle so far that the people of my and father's lands haven't caught the sickness. Even if I have to cut back on my fortune and plan smarter does not mean I should force others to risk themselves for simple coin. And besides, if they all died, who would attend my parties?\" There was a smirk to her last sentence, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. \n\nThere was another few moments of silence before the carriage stopped. \"Oh! We have arrived!\" Just as the carriage door was opened, the noblewoman practically forced the door into the footman's nose as she eagerly left the compartment, legs stretching and her entire body aching from the journey. Of course, the smell hit her nose and she wrinkled in slight disgust, not used to the sudden onslaught of unpleasant odors. \"My word, do the royal family not know of public bathing? I am sure the people would benefit greatly from this.\" Shaking her head, the woman gestured for Bella to follow her as she has the footmen bring her luggage inside, making sure it was not thrown about too much. \"Do be careful, my good sirs. Some of my things can be quite fragile and I would really rather not buy another. Or somehow summon the dead.\" With a playful wink the woman hands them each two gold coins.\n\nThe group then entered the relatively large-sized inn, the wood old and inviting. It certainly was one of the nicer places in the town, and Surany had to be grateful that her traders had recommended this as their lodging. As she looked around, the Lady noticed the innkeeper, a rather short and slinky female with nice curly red hair. \"Hello! I believe you have rooms set for the Lady Torok? That would be my lovely group.\" She nodded to her companions, a wide smile plastered on her face. After a few more words, four sets of keys were provided to the group and Surany led the way up to the rooms. \n\nAs they approached their respected doors, she handed one key to the two men, two to Bella and kept the last one. \"Bella, our rooms are not joined, so here is an extra key. Do make sure to knock before entering, and I will extend the same to you.\" With a wink, she quickly entered her room, with a fast \"If you want, join me in a few!\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten Maith\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen\n\n \"Well, you're free to stay as long as you desire.\" Gitten waved over another plate of hog. She watched as her men went to the rotisserie with billhooks, hacking off chunks to feed them both. Gitten held out a hand to grab the dwarf's head, to run her fingers over the distinctive tattoos, but stopped herself. He was handsome, in a way. Well proportioned, she reckoned. \n\n\"It's no get honor to be offered a spot on my crew. That's not what I'm offerin' ye. I'm offering you a meetin' with the Pirate King. He won't care if you're an elf, or a drow, or a pygmy man. You've come 'ere, made a fair agreement, and 'ave given his First Fleet Captain five free rings. That is what my brother, any Islander, expects. Some Mainlanders see us as subhumans, halfbloods like you. My brother says that we be not in the position to choose our allies and enemies. You said the dwarves were wiped out by the recent plague? How do you know that?\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen\n\n**\"These tattoos were put on me when I was... 4 years old, I think. My father's family was very big on ancestry and heritage. I loved my grandparents... Can you believe that they were shorter than me?\"**\n\nHe took a moment to think before speaking again, in a slightly more solemn tone. \n\n**\"I've been hidin' from the sickness for...3 months now. I used to live way west, past the mountains of the witherlands. The sickness began spreadin' when I was a little boy. My father died and my mother went with 'im, and I fled. Like a fockin' coward.\"**\n\nGolifred's smile shifted to a troubled frown, looking at the ground beneath his feet. The half-dwarf wasn't one to cry or show emotion, so instead, it looked more like a pout. His emotional spectrum was very limited especially in public, so all he did was show facial expression and change his tone. \n\n**\"I can't say that I remember all that much, but I remember more when I'm workin. When there's work to be done, I can think clearer. I would be deeply honored to meet this brother of yers... Does he care for me wearin' anythin' special in 'is presence?\"**"
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "*The Grunewalds*\n*Vallen, Taemar*\n\nThe old man crouched below the cob-webbed window and peered out at the commotion. He combed his arthritic fingers through his scraggly beard as his yellowed eyes jumped from person-to-person. Fear sank deep into his marrow at the prospect of what was to come. Visions of invasion and his own bloodshed gnawed at his mind with the ferocity of a thousand rats. With a low groan, he sank to the floor. He screamed at the damp stone below and promptly inhaled a dust bunny. \n\nKing Gregor could hear his manservant choking from down the corridor. \"Kenmath, stop that this instant!\" Gregor barked, barreling down the hall toward him. Kenmath promptly swallowed the dust bunny and laid upon the floor in a near-dead heap. Gregor reached him and was about to reprimand him for trying to die when he spotted what had upset his servant so. Hundreds of foreigners had gathered outside his castle. Tents had been set up on the grounds. \"Eh?\" Gregor scratched at his chin. Kenmath had gotten onto his hands and knees and was violently dry heaving like a cat on the verge of expelling a hairball. Moments later, the dust bunny reappeared, compacted and covered in mucus. \n\n\"My lord... War is upon us. The plague rats have come to gut us and seize our kingdom and gobs of money!\" Kenmath shrieked. \n\n\"Seize our kingdom?\" Gregor asked, confounded. He watched the invaders mill about idly on his grounds. \"LIKE HELL THEY WILL!\" He bellowed, slamming his fist into his chest three times. He threw open the castle doors and, like an angry hog, charged toward the camps. \n\n\"*Blood Breed*, follow your king into battle!\" Kenmath screamed. The *Blood Breed*, a pair of malnourished and unbroken beings galloped in a surprising synchronocity and speed past Kenmath and after Gregor."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nAngelica Stafford\nIslander Camp\n**\nAn arm was cast over her shoulders, and Angelica tensed in a way she didn't realize had become unfamiliar to her now. She'd spent too long in the comfort of Stormalong where no one dared to touch her but her husband and Queen, that she'd forgotten entirely what an unwanted touch was. \n\nNow it raced back to her with a flash of ice in her veins, and she ducked, dipping out of the touch to turn on her heel and face the culprit. Her brain stuttered when she saw Harmattan, and she furrowed her brow. \n\n\"I suppose I could ask the same of you, considering you're not a diplomat.\" She retorted, straightening a bit. \"I'm surprised to see you sober, what's the occasion?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nIslander Camp\n\n\"Don't act like you don't know why I'm here.\" He rolled his eyes, before shrugging. \"And contrary to what you may think, I am capable of controlling myself.\"\n\n\"Now, why are you here.\" The small smile he wore dropped as he got back to the topic. \"Don't try to bullshit me either, Angelica. I'm not in the mood.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Angelica Stafford\nIslander Camp**\n\nShe genuinely had no idea what he was doing there.\n\nHe turned the topic back to her, and she rolled her eyes. \"Contrary to what _you_ might think, I have responsibilities and tasks of my own to carry out while everyone is gathered here. It's easier to stop by and preform embassy work without having to said for weeks on end between one nation to the other.\" She paused, and lifted her fingers, a small note between them, sealed with Mikhail's white poppy sigil.\n\n\"The Prince asked me to deliver an invitation to Maith while I was making my way through the camps. Why are you here, because try as I might I can't think of a reason besides you spying on me.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nIslander Camp\n\n\"Yes, because in a gathering of foreign powers, you're the one I wanna spy on.\" Zane deadpanned, shaking his head. \"Don't put yourself so high on my list, Angelica. You're not that much of a priority.\"\n\n\"If you're just delivering a letter, surely you won't mind me tagging along.\" He taunted, smirking down at her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Angelica Stafford\nIslander Camp**\n\nHe shook his head, and she rolled her eyes. \"Actually, I do mind you being anywhere near me, so if you could kindly fuck off I'd appreciate it.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nIslander Camp\n\nZane raised a brow at that. She was only delivering a letter, was she? He just shrugged and walked past her, waving casually over his shoulder as he began to walk the camp again.\n\nShe was hiding something. Time for him to make Angelica a priority, it seemed."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Angelica Stafford\nIslander Camp**\n\nShe pursed her lips together, watching as he shrugged and breezed past her. She knew him better than to think that would be the end of it, so she let out a soft breath before calling out to him. \"Zane.\" She used his name, knowing it would catch more attention than her usual huff of 'Harmattan!'. When he paused she closed what distance he had put between them and extended the letter out to him. \n\n\"If you're gonna be here, you might as well drop this for me- I've got a few more territories to see before I meet Eric for dinner.\" Her eyes dipped to Mikhail's letter, waiting for him to take it. \"I presume I can trust you to get it to Maith? Otherwise I'm telling Mika that it's your fault his father didn't get his letter.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nIslander Camp\n\nHe glanced at the letter before nodding, gripping it lightly as he took it from her. Taking the letter from her, he began to walk away. \"Sure thing, Angelica. You can trust me.\" He called over his shoulder, idly waving at her.\n\nHe was going to have to hunt down Nero, and have him shadow Angelica. No matter how he tried to shake it, something still felt off about all of this, and he'd rather be safe then sorry.\n\nThat could wait though, he had a letter to drop off."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nVallen Sky, Taemar\n\nDuring the past few months, Cecilia has had the leisure of strolling through cities and towns without having to look over her shoulder every few seconds. They were all similar to each other with their streets that were once buzzing with activity now abandoned as everyone decided it was safest to remain within their homes. It confused her at first, considering she hadn't witnessed the sickness spreading among the humans like the weakened prey they were. It was the lack of bounty hunters that initially caused her to emerge from deep within the forests but once she began noticing dead bodies that had been piled up inside a pit and the scent of diseased rot, Cecilia realised a plague was among the human kind. She couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the thought of so many humans forced to cower inside their homes. This plague was like a dream come true, especially since she was immune to any type of disease that riddled humanity. \n\nShe made herself at home in a different house each night, taking advantage of the families or those who lived alone that didn't make it through the sickness. She raided their valuables and took what she enjoyed the sight of, ate all the meat they had available while barely touching any of the fruit or vegetables and slept peacefully through the nights.\n\nEventually, the shifter caught the whispers of a kingdom that was currently plague free. As she dug further by roaming the streets and intercepting any messengers that passed by, Cecilia found the name of the supposed plague free kingdom. To her luck, she also heard about the council.\n\nCecilia began to make her way towards Taemar from Southern Feyshore, making herself comfortable whenever she stayed in abandoned homes. During her travels, Cecilia taught herself to learn the difference between the scent of someone infected and someone free of the disease. As she did this, the shifter noticed a similar smell in the rodent species and connected the two to each other and an idea came to her mind for her grand entrance to Vallen. \n\nReaching Taemar, Cecilia decided it was safest to find camp outside Vallen before she entered. She needed to know what it was she was walking herself into. The shifter eventually found a home belonging to a lovely elderly couple and their daughter and wasted no time in silencing them before throwing their now bloodied corpses into a bedroom. She had a good couple of days to stay inside this home before the scent of rot grew strong enough to become noticeable and by then she would already have moved on.\n\nOnce she set up camp inside her new home, an idea came across her mind that brought a grin to her lips. It was in her nature to cause a disturbance when she visited where a council was taking place. Shifting into her eagle form, Cecilia spread her wings before bringing them forcefully towards the ground, lifting her off towards the sky. The wind current was in her favour as she mostly glided towards the city, her sharp eyes catching the sight of a few rodents scurrying through the dirtiest parts of Vallen and immediately dove towards them. They had no chance as Cecilia's talons wrapped around their small bodies before being shot up into the sky with her, one in each foot. Now that she had the vermin, the shifter made her way towards the castle and the camp surrounding it before releasing one down towards the islander camp and the other on the next closest group she could see. \n\nKnowing she couldn't stay to watch her masterpiece of two rats falling from the sky, Cecilia immediately made her way back so she could shift into her human form and make herself look presentable."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff** \n*Outskirts of Vallen, Taemar* \n\nIt had all been a rather nice coincidence. Theis wanted to travel to Vallen for the Council, as well as the fact that it was one of the only places plague free in the continent. This meant better business and less risks of contracting the widely spreading disease. So, with these in mind, the short man had offered to pay for her services if the girl was to accompany him to the city as his bodyguard and also a merchant for him. And who was she to turn down good coin? \n\nWhile it had been a long ass journey, Aria was somewhat grateful to be in a safer area. The locals were alright, and she knew that more people were coming every day who wanted things. More coin, more work. A good balance if she did say so herself. Besides, the forestry around the kingdom was nice and comfortable for the hunter to use, providing ample prey and nature to live off of. Theis had definitely been hesitant about leaving her alone, but the girl had insisted on living by herself while they stayed in the kingdom. There was hardly any danger and she just always felt much better being by herself. Still, her tent was placed close to a nearby camp colony outside of the King's castle, a nice view of the large stone building in her sight.\n\nWell, apparently that was now her downfall. After a rather nice dealing with a client about some furs, the satisfied hunter had returned with extra coin and a wide grin on her face. Gwynt had already arrived, perched on a small stick holding up the tent, eyes watching his master return. \"Good ta see ya knew how ta get back.\" He cooed at her, obviously stated what could be a teasing remark in bird-talk. Rolling her eyes and letting out a slight snort, Aria had just settled in when a strange dread ran down her spine. Her head whipped to look at her falcon, the bird also feeling this and tensing up. She stood up, turned around and started to squint into the empty field. There was nothing. \n\nUntil suddenly it wasn't so empty anymore. \"OH FUCK ME.\" With a cry, the bird flew up into the sky, already circling above the woman. Her hands grabbed her bow and arrows, already cursing every God above and below her. \"I JUST WANTED A DAMN BLOODY BREAK.\" Her brown eyes trained on the incoming creatures, and what looked like... Wait, was that the bloody fucking KING?! \"I HATE YOU THEIS!!!\" With this cry, she started letting off arrows at anything that began to come too close."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nVallen, Taemar\n\nArrows began to fall from the enemy. It had been decades since Gregor last saw war. With his affinity for hand-to-hand combat, it was a miracle that he came out alive from the numerous battles of his past. He regarded his enormous hands to be his greatest weapons and fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal. In his glory days, he always managed to appear out of a pile of corpses, bloodied and ready for the next assault. However, Gregor was no longer the young beast of a man he used to be. He was old, tired, out of shape, and his blood was composed mainly of boar grease. \n\nNonetheless, Gregor roared in anger and tore an arrow that freshly pierced the ground by his feet out of the dirt. He wielded it high and continued to run toward the assailant. The *Blood Breed* Galloped after him, their heads flailing back and forth as though their necks provided no support, chittering wildly. \n\nZehe, as he was called today, shrieked and fell heavily to the ground. His brother, Spitze, galloped in circles around him, crying in agony. Gregor looked back and his eyes widened. An arrow stuck out of Zehe's pale flesh, piercing him just above his protruding pelvic bone. Dark blood coated his fingers as they slipped upon the arrow in a vain attempt to pull it free. \n\n\"MURDERERS!\" Gregor spat toward the camp. \"FIENDS! YOU DARE COME UPON MY LAND AND MURDER ONE OF MY BOYS?!\" He breathed heavily, face ruddy and sweat pouring down his forehead. \"FACE ME LIKE REAL MEN! I WILL BEND YOUR BONES UNTIL THEY SNAP AND SHOVE THE SHARDS DOWN YOUR COWARDLY THROATS!\" He boomed, voice carrying across the field."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Vallen, Taemar**\n\nWilhelmina had already been preparing to leave when she heard the ruckus outside. It sounded like some sort of brawl was brewing, and it was getting heated from the sound of it. Wilhelmina sighed and turned her head towards the door. \"I really shouldn't get involved, but certainly this is no time for fighting? I'd hate to see anyone hurt during what is supposed to be a peaceful council. Please excuse me.\" \n\nShe got up from the table and dusted herself off. Wilhelmina couldn't help but get involved. She was vexed that there was any amount of fighting during such a historic event. She followed the sound of yelling to a field just outside Vallen and stopped when she gazed upon the combatants. Was that the bloody *King?!* Why on Earth was he locked in combat with who appeared to be a hunter? \n\nWilhelmina couldn't believe what she was seeing. There were *So* Many things wrong with what she was witnessing. Firstly, why was the king of Taemar outside his castle and screaming at a camp? Secondly, why was he fighting the camp? Thirdly, whatever happened to civility and decorum? Had the world descended into madness when she was not paying attention? Well, to be fair, the threat Nathaniel existed, and there was a plague ravaging the lands. Perhaps Marin *Had* Come to the point of insanity. Not if she had anything to say about it. \n\n\"What in the *Blazes* Are you doing?\" She yelled as she stomped towards the group. \"Are you mad?! This is no way to conduct yourselves during this occasion! A council of Marin has been called, there's a bloody plague going on, the people are *Suffering*, the Skeleton Lord Nathaniel is laying waste to the Barrmount hold, and here you are fighting the people! Where is your honor?! Your decorum?! Have you no sense of civility?!\" \n\nShe was simply livid. This was the exact behavior she disliked about nobility. She had not worked so hard to get to her position to be grouped among such horrid company.\n\nWas it so difficult for nobles to care for the common folk? Was that too much to ask?"
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*Vallen, Taemar*\n\nApparently her arrows were finding their targets, hitting any of the strange looking creatures that got way too close to the girl. However, it also seemed to very, very much piss off his royal majesty if one were to take his blood-red face and louder shrieks into account. Oh, wow, she really was hoping that this was not counting as some sort of treason. Could she be tried for treason if she didn't live in Vallen? That certainly was not an answer she planned to find out. \n\n\"YOUR MAJESTY, I AM NOT EVEN A MAN!\" Her voice rang out over the shrieks and squeals of the mutant pigs. A few almost hit her, but Gwynt had swooped down to throw those ones off course, scratching at their eyes and screeching to try and distract the creatures from the hunter. If a bird could express their own ideas, Aria had a feeling it would consist of many profanities and some curses on the children of the man. Which she thought were deserved. Especially since she wanted to reiterate those same words back to the entire camp of people *With weapons* Who had decided to *Ignore* The distressed girl against an army of demented swine.\n\nHowever, their miniature war was interrupted by the appearance of a noblewoman who was very clearly pissed off. Hesitantly, the girl lowered her bow, brown eyes tracing the other female for any signs of physical aggression. Her eyes widened at the sudden onslaught of being yelled at, almost like she was a child being scolded for stealing a sweet! \"Are ya jokin'?! I ain't the one who decided ta attack the entirety of people!\" Aria glared as she gestured back to the camp, while also exclaiming \"Who did a shitty job helping, by the way! Hope ya get some bad food ya unhelpful asses!\" \n\nTurning back, she maintained her glare to the woman. Before she could further explain herself, Gwynt swooped down, landing a bit lightly upon her right shoulder. \"I mean, whoever ya be, this bloody mad royal decides that I be the prime target for his aggression. What, am I a royal nanny?!\" Rage boiled in her core as she couldn't believe this was how she was being treated! Seriously?! \"Last I checked, a man with an army and screaming ta high bloody heavens about killin' people ain't a peaceful type!\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***Vallen, Taemar***\n\nMaric had waited a few days on the border with Taemar before setting forth towards his final destination, wanting to be relatively rested when he arrived at the Council. He and his Retinue had traveled far, and were almost at their destination, but it had taken them much less time than what they had expected, and their coin pouches were still full, much more than they needed to be. In his last night at the Inn, Maric had planned his order of business when he arrived at the Council, and found that he still had a decent chunk of time to spare before the council itself began. He then left early the next day, mounting their horses and travelling on congested roads, so congested they had to travel through the countryside for some time to keep the schedule, and continued to change their horses every 40 kilometers or so. They went a bit slower for this last stretch, as they only had slightly more than 120 kilometers to go, but kept a fast speed for the duration of the journey. Some 4 hours before sunset they arrived at the gates of the city of Vallen, and rode in.\n\nThey would ride to the center of the City, and, after bribing an innkeeper to kick out a group of merchants, they found relatively decent accomodation right at the city center, checking their first task off their list, and then set out to their first *Actual* Matter of business, to go talk with a representative of the BMTC."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "**Danico Felrantres**\n*Road to Vallen*\n\nRoad-trips were always more enjoyable when a coachman was hired to pull an enclosed carriage, riding in the back with a book to study certainly helped pass the time. Danico was not afforded this luxury this time- having a tucked-away laboratory in the middle of a forest requires some sacrifice, a carriage doesn't travel through trees after all. But after what felt like an endlessly slow, bumpy ride to Vallen, the trek had come to a close as the city walls peeks its head over the horizon. \n\nOnly moments go by, however, as the odd sounds of a man- furious and raging- rings out over the open air. Certainly not the kind of thing he was expecting to be greeted with when arriving at the one place that should currently be at most peace, but alas, curiosity took priority as Danico made a slight detour to investigate the violent shouting disturbing the otherwise peaceful air. *\"Is that the king..?\"* Danico mulls over in his mind the possibility of such a seemingly outrageous thing as the figure doing the screaming and shouting comes into view. The idea continues to boil and bubble while he makes sure to take the longest way around the commotion possible. Danico was never one for fighting after all.\n\nCuriosity had most certainly been piqued, however, when the few figures following the screaming king came into view. Pale, sickly *Creatures,* Humanoid in nature but running on all fours. *\"What kind of sick, twisted kind of magic could have produced such a thing?\"*Are they simple freaks of nature? Did some ungodly twist of fate twist and deform these creatures from human to beast? \nDanico continued to ponder, not getting close enough to be considered any part of the conflict, but close enough to make out some detail. If the king would come to be part of the council- an assumed assurance at this point in time, he would make it a point to question these curiosities."
},
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nThe Islander Camp, Vallen.\n\nEven among the rowdy bunch of islanders and pirate folk, Golifred couldn't help but feel uneasy. At first he pawned it off to being somewhere new - but as soon as he spotted commotion outside the camp, he realized something else was off. \"Aye, excuse me fer a moment.\" He'd nod to a nearby waitress with a smile, hopping off the stool he sat upon and dawning his hat ontop his head once more. If there was a fight, Golifred would find it soon enough. He had a variety of things on his person - should he need to defend himself - and made his way through the crowd.\n\nSoon enough, he spotted the king and his abomination creatures across the way. From Golifred's current position, he guessed that they were 30 or 40 feet away. And one of them was shot. \"AYE! WHAT'S THE RUCKUS OUT 'ERE?\" He bellowed as loudly as he could, grabbing a dwarven-steel Francisca off of his belt. The weapon resembled a handaxe but with a large ax head, meany for splitting skulls of both animal and humanoid. Its handle was smaller, perfectly fit for the dwarf, and happened to be a weapon of his own creation."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Blaire Orlainne\nVallen, Taemar\n\nBefore the downfall of King Ramsalot, Blaire and Meredith would sometimes accompany their father on his diplomatic visits to other kingdoms. The trips had always been lighthearted, in nature: a simple renewal of a trade agreement, or even a ball celebrating an important birthday or wedding. Blaire remembered those times fondly. \n\nFondly, because after the king's fall, such good-natured trips became practically nonexistent. The family instead moved from relative to relative seeking safety, constantly watching South Feyshore and waiting for the day in which stability was restored.\n\nThis particular trip reminded her of those frantic moves. Blaire sighed, rubbing at her temples. Growing anxiety made her feel on edge, her muscles tense. A stress headache was making her head throb. She'd understood the reasoning for making the trip to Vallen alone, leaving Meredith behind to watch over the manor. But, it wasn't often that the twins were separated. Especially, in times of crisis, like these. She wished her sister were here, now, talking with her to help her relax.\n\nThe young lady was sitting in a small carriage, two attendants sitting across from her. They were marking stacks of documents for Blaire to review later—cheat sheets about the lords and ladies who were attending the council. Blaire felt her headache worsen with just a glance at the documents. _'It would probably be better for me to think of something else..,'_ she thought.\n\nSo, she turned her attention outside, moving a little curtain to peer at the quaint town through one of the carriage's windows. She smiled, seeing the common folk tending to their homes and their children, sweeping and beating dust from their rugs..\n\nThe lady paused as she saw a woman rush into a home, one that looked as if it hadn't been kept up for a while.\n\nBlaire frowned. Within a few moments, before the carriage could pass by, she knocked on the ceiling, bringing the carriage to a halt.\n\nThe two attendants looked up at Blaire, noticing the sudden pause. One of them pushed up the pair of monocles on his nose.\n\n\"M'lady, we are almost there. Why are we stopping now?\" He asked.\n\n\"I...\" Blaire hesitated. \"I saw something. I just want to make sure everything is alright. I'll return soon.\"\n\nBlaire stood and hiked up her skirts, opening the carriage and stepping outside. She breathed in the fresh air, relieved to at least be out in the open. She was wearing a magenta dress, the train made up of black lace. Her hair was pinned up and away from her face. \n\nDespite the muffled protests of the attendants in the carriage, she cautiously approached the house, holding her sleeve up to her mouth.\n\n\"Pardon? Miss? Is everything alright? Would you require some help?\" Blaire called into the open doorway, her blue eyes peering curiously inside the house. _'It looks as if it's been raided..'_ she thought."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nVallen, Taemar\n\nKing Gregor's blood boiled. He was not the smartest man, but even he recognized that this woman was a downright idiot for the way she was conducting herself in the presence of a king. It was as though she had deathwish, and Gregor was more than happy to oblige her. Zehe's cries began to weaken as his blood pooled and dampened the ground. Gregor reached into his sock and pulled out a boar's tusk, gripping it tightly in his meaty fingers. \n\n\"*You* Are on my grounds, unannounced and uninvited,\" Gregor rasped, breathing heavily through his nose in exaggerated puffs, \"*You* Shot at me, the sovereign leader— the MONARCH of Taemar, you shot my boy, and now you are INSULTING ME IN THE BLOODY YARD OF MY CASTLE,\" Gregor roared. \"YOU HAVE TRIED TO ASSASSINATE A KING! YOU SHOULD BE GROVELING ON THE FUCKING GROUND FOR ME TO SPARE YOUR LIFE!\" \n\nA woman stomped over to them and began to add to the screaming. \"Ah, *The plague*. Is that why you've all camped out on my bloody lawn? You want to know how I prevented the plague from reaching my kingdom? WELL THAT'S TOO DAMN BAD BECAUSE I ORDER YOU ALL TO LEAVE TAEMAR THIS INSTANT!\" He screamed, \"I WILL NOT ALLOW A SINGLE FOREIGNER THROUGH MY DOORS AFTER THIS BLATANT DISRESPECT!\" He threw his boar's tusk with all his might at Zehe's assassin, hitting her square in the forehead. \"...Unless the council agrees to hang the murderous bitch.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Vallen, Taemar**\n\nWilhelmina had just had about enough of this man. He reeked of self righteousness and arrogance. How typical. How utterly typical. However, she had let her temper get the better of her, and she needed to calm down, no matter how *Infuriating* That situation was.\nShe indignantly listened to his crazed spiel, her hands on her hips, and gave a *'hmmf'* At watching him throw the tusk at the woman. \n\n\"You charge others without knowledge of their intentions and expect them not to defend themselves, then call it assassination? Firstly, your behavior has reflected your indecorous demeanor. If this is how you treat foreign people and ambassadors, then the Iron Plaines will have to reconsider our willingness to do trade with Taemar. Secondly, you simply *Must* Have gotten a multitude of letters informing you of this occasion, of which you have obviously elected to ignore, or have you forgotten?\" \n\nShe stepped in between the woman and the King, switching her gaze in between the two of them, her hands on her hips. \n\n\"There will be no more bloodshed today, is that clear?! I will have none of it! Do not let your arrogance blind you to the realities of today! There are no enemies among these people, King of Taemar. Lord Nicholas lays undisputed in the north, and is slaughtering innocents. People are starving, and the plague consumes all, or does your status as *King* Blind you to any other than yourself? The Council *Will* Convene. Do I make myself clear, or should I explain it more simply to match the childish fashion of which you conduct yourself?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Romanovs\nVallen, Taemar\n\nAfter a long and ardous journey, the Northshore arrived in Vallen. Camp was set up adjacent to that of the Southern Isles, with tents emblazoned with the Black family crest. King Daniel Black, Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black, Lord Aleksandr Romanov, and Sir Heath Romanov would attend the council on the Northshore's behalf. \n\nThe Romanovs were not accustomed to the grime and filth that Taemar housed. Pigs ran amuk and the majority of its citizens were of the dirty, workingclass sort. Everything smelled of pig shit. A group of ten Taemarians barely had a full set of teeth between them.\n\n\"Shitbloods upon shitbloods,\" Lord Aleksandr Romanov muttered, glaring out of the tent at a group of farmers passing by. He scoffed and turned back to address his siblings, making a show of waving the air in front of his patrician nose. \"Not even the plague will touch these people,\" He remarked. Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black laughed lightly, combing her lithe fingers through her golden curls. Sir Heath Romanov sat in the corner, polishing his shoes and trying his best to pay his siblings no mind. King Daniel had chosen to remain in the carriage, claiming that he needed a quiet place to complete some work. Heath assumed that he was simply avoiding an evening in a tent with the Nightmares of the Northshore. \n\n\"The fucking state of—,\" Heath began to speak and immediately cut himself off at the shouts outside. \n\n\"Oh, don't open the tent back up. We just got the smell of shit out,\" Queen Elle complained, dipping her nose down into her wrist to inhale her perfume. \n\n\"It's King Gregor!\" Aleks said excitedly, \"Something's wrong.\" He walked out of the tent. Heath and Elle cast each other an intrigued look before getting up to follow after him.\n\nThe Romanov siblings stood next to each other in their finery and glistening hair, completely out of place. Through half-lidded eyes, they watched as two women screamed at King Gregor. \n\n\"Who are they?\" Elle murmured, crossing her arms. Her brothers shrugged."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Vema House \n\nThe woman had knelt down towards the floor and lowered her face, almost touching the ground with her nose before inhaling deeply. She hoped for her senses to work as this had been one of the very few times she attempted to find a person's scent, especially after they had already left the scene and not once had she been successful. She hoped her desperation would allow her senses to heighten and focus, allowing her to find multiple scents in the room including her parents which she tried to ignore and seperate from the others. As she focused on the smell of her surroundings, a headache began to form and she was forced to back away from her parent's room before it became too much. \n\nThe shifter found no luck in finding the scent she was after and turned her back towards the entrance of her parent's room. Her chest began to weigh heavy as she pulled in her lower lip before biting down, doing her best to keep the tears in until she heard a woman's voice. Marsila's eyes snapped in the direction of the small staircase that led down towards the main room and soon found herself following the woman's voice, each step dragging against the ground from the lack of energy to properly lift her feet. The woman soon came into her view and her appearance was immediately studied. She showed nobility in the way she dressed which brought Marsila to the realisation that this woman was here for the council. \n\nShe didn't know what to say as she stared at the woman, unsure on how to answer her. She wanted to simply cry but instead, swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and shook her head. No, she was not alright. Usually she wouldn't dare to involve anyone in her mess but Marsila was completely lost, desperate. She didn't even know where to begin with finding her parents. \n\n\"They are gone. My parents..\" Her voice was barely above a hoarse whisper as she attempted to speak. \"Something happened to my parents.\""
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff** \n*Vallen, Taemar* \n\nTo say that her blood was boiling was an understatement. Aria swore that she felt her heart throb within her skull, and all she saw was the outline of the King. No sound, just the wild and clearly maddening outline of Gregor as his screaming had numbed. And when she had felt that bloody tusk hit her in her forehead, the hunter was just about ready to take that same item and return it to the King, Preferably to replace the apparent stick up his ass. \n\nBut she let the other woman speak before her emotions took over, using this time to remember her breathing. With each inhale and exhale, the girl weighed her options. On the one hand, she could exact revenge and give the King the righteous punch he oh so deserved. Unfortunately, that meant the high reality of causing war and bloodshed. Which was not a good idea, especially given how bad the plague was hitting the entire continent. And if the King had a way to save the people then he needed to be alive for that information to happen. \n\nOn the other hand, she would then be forced to... Oh gods, *Apologize.* Already the hunter's frown turned into a grimace, hating the idea with a burning passion. If there was one thing Aria believed in, it was fair retribution. And this man had very much caused her harm, as well as thrown her into the metaphorical mud. But, this would not cause any war, and the current Council happenings relied heavily on being in Vallen. And they needed the King alive for that. \n\nWith one last deep inhale, the girl hesitantly turned to the King. \"Stop. Stop. I... Have ta be reasonable.\"\n\nShe slowly knelt down, feeling her left pant-leg soaking into the mud and blood. Swallowing back the disgust, Aria cleared her throat while bowing her head. \"King Gregor, I do... Beg for ya mercy. I am a mere commoner, and should have been more respectful of ya. I only acted upon me survival, even if I should know better than ta raise a hand ta royals. I ain't familiar with Vallen, and if ya want, I can make it up by leavin' and never returnin' ta ya kingdom for as long as ya live.\" \n\nHer eyes did lift to show some type of pleading behind them. \"But please, I do beg ya have the Council. Lots of people need it ta happen. I know many of ya people are benefitting from this sudden crowding. It must be boostin' the money, and they rely on it ta survive. If ya let one small, mere commoner like me be the cause for ya people sufferin', then I would have ta find ya not caring for ya people is a shame.\" She glanced at the pigs while adding \"Or ya beasts. I am sure the sight of ya... Unique boars will spread with praise. I surely ain't seen such... Majestic beasts before.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nVallen\n\nAfter she had returned to her current place of stay, Cecilia felt her bones beneath her flesh begin to break apart before moulding themselves into a new structure and rearranged into a different position while her body grew in size. Once she had regained her human form, Cecilia wasted no time in readying herself to properly enter Vallen. It barely took her more than a few minutes to dress herself before leaving the building she was residing in for now.\n\nCecilia began to stroll towards the Grunewald castle while making sure the hooded cloak did enough to hide her face, allowing her to remain unrecognisable. In her mind, all she needed was to reach the islander camp surrounding the castle without being spotted and find the king. There, she would wait until he was at his most vulnerable. She couldn't remember why she felt so much hatred towards the Pirate king as she couldn't remember much from before her death, but when someone offered her the chance to end his life in exchange for her weight in gold, Cecilia jumped at the opportunity.\n\nAs she passed through Vallen, the shifter came across many men with weapons. Unsurprisingly, some took this chance of a council meeting, having to face the grunewalds and the safety from the plague as a reason to consume enough alcohol that would leave them with poisoning. This made it so Cecilia had no difficulty with reaching into their clothing for the smaller weapons they carried and plucked them from their sheaths as the men lay in their own puke. Some humans just loved to carry more than one useful weapon on them. Continuing on her path, Cecilia began to drag the /confiscated/ daggers along her skin one at a time, making sure her skin broke in the process so the blood that leaked from her wounds coated the blades. Once done, she would hide them under the material of her clothing while her wounds began to instantly heal. \n\nCecilia found herself fortunate that a woman decided to go up against the grunewalds, causing everyone to become distracted with the commotion to notice the shifter. Using her sense of smell to track down the pirate king, she noticed there was no difficulty in doing so as the scent was quite familiar to begin with. Had she met him before she was beheaded and decided to go through trials created by some madman she had met after? She couldn't remember most people she had met, only a small few."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nVallen, Taemar\n\nKing Gregor grinned. \"There was no pigeon or letter stating that the council would be held here. But, I will oblige you and cease any and all trade with the Iron Plaines,\" Gregor said to the woman, \"Furthermore— stand up, girl, I will not cancel the council. I recognize its importance in these dark times,\" He said, addressing the kneeling girl, \"Royals and nobles from all of Marin would not have flocked here if it was not of complete and utter importance for their kingdoms. Yes, I will host the council.\" Jovially, Gregor turned to the higher class girl. His grin turned wicked. \n\n\"But you will not be permitted in my castle. You will not be permitted at my council. Find another representative for the Iron Plaines to clean up your mess, or simply let Nathanial Vivayn devour your people. You brought diplomatic matters to this fight, you insulted me in my kingdom, and you had the audacity to order me around. Know your bloodcaste, bitch. Leave Taemar immediately and tell your Lady that you've made a mockery of her decision to send you to represent her.\" He turned and trudged back to the *Blood Breed*, lifting Zehe's limp form and carrying him back to the castle with his brother wailing behind them."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nVallen, Taemar. \n\nHe didn't recall paying for a front-row seat at Vallen's drama theatre, but who would complain with such entertainment! As soon as Golifred saw there was no need for ax swinging bearded midgets, he sheathed his weapon and sat in the grass, watching this scene go down. Every now and then he scratched his beard or yawned when boredom took hold, but the scene inevitably proved to be anti-climatic. Well, in the end anyway.\n\nThis Gregor fellow seemed like an interesting ruler - one that had lost his marbles some decade or two ago. The thought of it was amusing to the half-dwarf. Gregor could have a great acting career if he wasn't so batshit crazy. The hunter that knelt? Well, she seemed to have a distinct \"Fight or flight\" Instinct, something that most humans were born with. In his experience, Golifred knew that when things got heated most people chose to flee instead of fight. But the huntress? She shot first. She had even wounded one of the king's abomination creatures, which had to have taken some guts. The councilwoman - yeesh, she had a sour attitude. Undecided whether it was ego or just anger, Golifred ignored her intervention with a bored yawn, stretching his arms up towards the sky. When the king left, he got up and dusted his trousers off, chuckling with amusement. \"If aye had come fer a theatre, I'd be tossin' coins yer way. That was the best thing I'd seen all day, I'll admit. Yer spectacle gave me a froight at first, but I got over et quickly.\"\n\nHe couldn't tell if either of the women could hear him, or rather if they paid enough attention to listen to what he had to say. They probably had better things to do than listen to a short, bearded stranger."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*Vallen, Taemar* \n\nRelieved at the man's words, Aria had gladly stood up. She grimaced when her wet fabric stuck to her leg, covered in what she hoped was dirt and blood. She may have been raised in the woods, but even the lowest Shitblood could be disgusted by the implication of sticking any part of their body within the same stuff that they shared a name with. \"Ugh, this is great. I just got the last blood stains outta the legs.\" With a heavy sigh, she watched the man strode away, glaring at his backside as she sent mental curses towards him. \n\n\"Fuckin' royals. More like the King of Madness, that one is,\" She muttered under her breath. Shaking her head, the girl turned to face the two others. While she glanced briefly at the other female, her brown eyes caught the sight of the dwarf. He definitely was one; his stature and beard spoke only of dwarven roots. \"Hope ya enjoyed it. Maybe I should take me cousin's advice and become an actor.\" Aria snorted, thinking the idea ridiculous. \"Anyways, I be ruder than that pig-brained dolt. Name's Aria.\" Another screech sounded and her falcon appeared from her pouch, having hidden in there during the commotion. \"Sorry. And this be Gwynt.\" She smiled down at the man before looking again at the woman. \n\n\"Hey, don't let that idiot get ta ya. Not everyone who wears a crown deserves it. We should be glad he didn't demand our heads, 'specially mine.\" Her hand rubbed at her neck, swallowing thickly. It really was a troublesome thought, how close to death she had been. Maybe she ought to visit her family and stay for a while. Safer bet. \"Thanks for stickin' up for me. It's rare ta have anyone stand up for us commoners.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Blair Orlainne\nVallen, Taemar\n\nThe young lady watched silently, the pain in the voice of the woman before her making her gently clutch her own chest, as if resonating with the pain herself. \n\n\"M'lady! We should not delay any longer!\" One of the attendants shouted. He was poking his head outside of the carriage door.\n\nBlaire gave the attendant but a glance, feeling frozen in place. She knew that the sooner she arrived at Grunewald Tower, the better. That way, her traveling would finally be done, and she wouldn't have to fret about missing anything important. But on the other front, she simply couldn't abandon someone who clearly was not faring well.\n\nBlaire took a deep breath and stepped into the doorway, holding out her hand.\n\n\"I am so sorry that this is happening to you,\" Blaire said, still surveying the room. \"Perhaps there is time yet to ask for a formal search party. I am en route to the Grunewald Tower. Would you care to accompany me? Perhaps we can find soldiers there who would be up to the task.\"\n\nBlaire had her own misgivings about that idea. She hadn't heard the best things about King Gregor, and so her expectations for the chivalry of his men were admittedly low. But, in a kingdom that was not currently suffering from the plague, she could only imagine that they'd have more time on their hands to help their common folk. At least, she hoped they did."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nMarsila shifted her gaze over the stranger's shoulder and towards the direction of where the Grunewald tower positioned. The view of the castle itself was hidden from the angle she stood due to the thick trunk of wood and it's crown of leaves that stood in the way between the doorway. The Grunewald tower was not something she enjoyed going near and she highly doubted any of the soldiers would care to help her with her troubles. There was a larger issue that would take priority over two missing adults, especially when she hadn't found out about her parents until now. She had no clue how long they had been missing and couldn't help the sinking feeling that her parents were in danger. Marsila could attempt to track them herself as she was a skilled bounty hunter, however she knew that being personally involved made it much more difficult with her emotions distracting her. Bringing herself back from her thoughts, Marsila brought her attention back to the kind stranger who blocked the doorway while extending her hand towards her.\n\nPursing her lips together, she decided it would not harm her in going towards where every other person was headed. Though the soldiers were no help, Marsila might find luck in finding a mercenary that could aid her in tracking down her parents. A clear head. Even if it took her all the money she had. Releasing a breath she had been unknowingly holding, Marsila took several steps towards the woman who's name she did not know and took her hand to be led outside.\n\n\"Thankyou Miss.\" She was hesitant on what to say, not usually being the one to ask for help, let alone receive any without having to return something in exchange. Especially when that person looked of higher class. \"Forgive my hesitance, it's not often someone shows kindness like this. My name is Marsila.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Blaire Orlainne\nVallen, Taemar\n\nWhen the woman took her hand, Blaire couldn't help but to smile. She had her own misgivings about the help they would receive, but if something sinister had happened here, it was probably for the best that they didn't linger there much longer. Blaire would feel just rotten if she left the girl by herself in this home, in a place that had clearly been the victim of something strange, at best, and awful, at worst.\n\n\"There is no need to apologize,\" Blaire said, turning toward the entrance. Her hand held on tightly to Marsila's. \"You can call me Blaire. I regret that it is not often when I get to socialize with anyone outside of noble circles. So, I am more than happy to help.\"\n\nShe started guiding Marsila to the steps of the carriage, but paused when she noticed the horse standing outside.\n\n\"Is that one yours?\" The lady asked, gesturing toward the horse."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Vallen Taemar**\n\nWilhelmina knew she had made a mistake. Perhaps one that would have catastrophic consequences. She could have easily lost her head due to her remarks to the king, yet she felt she likely lost something much worse. The ramifications of her actions might have affected millions of innocents of the Iron Plaines. And yet, she was going to stick to her guns. She harbored no respect for a king as vile and rude as Gregor. To her, he represented everything wrong with the bloodcaste system. What gave him the right to unwarrently attack strangers? Why did he have any more value than that woman? Because he was born noble? Wilhelmina had to work for her position, and that *Douchebag* Was lucky enough to be born into a position to power. He had no qualities that made him deserving of that crown. So despite the ramifications, she would not take them back. She utterly refused to. \n\nShe turned to the dwarf, her fists still white knuckled. \"Sometimes I do believe that even theatre would be less stressful and less dramatic than this. I despise bastards like him. Almost all of the nobility treat the commonfolk like dirt simply because of who they were born to. I refuse to stand by and let people like him do whatever they want to the people who have more moral fiber in their fingernail than in all of his body. Though, I fear that in defense of one innocent, I have doomed many others. I made a mistake speaking to him in such a manner, but I do not regret doing so in defense of you, Miss. What's done is done, and cannot be undone. Besides, I would feel dirty doing business with one as despicable as him.\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Aye, enjoyed it I did. 'aven't used me ax in a bit and I thought I may have to use it, but I guess not.\" When the situation had grown into a short-lived brawl, the adrenaline spiked in the half-dwarf and he had been prepared for battle! When it turned out there was no action that needed attending to, the adrenaline still remained. Golifred kept a good poker face, but he felt like hitting something still - he shifted from side to side in anticipation of an event that would never come. \n\nHe looked over to the woman - who seemed like a politician - with a raised eyebrow. He decided now to actively listen to what she had to say, as it seemed important and possibly heartfelt. After she finished her speech, Golifred grunted in agreement and spoke. \"If ye don't mind me talkin', I'd say the situation fer common folk doesn't get worse, it's the bastard bloods like meself. It tends to become a fight to ignore those different than ye - moral compass or not, noble folk barely even know I exist because I keep meself away from yer kingdoms. Too much bad blood in yer cities for me, I'd rather remain un-shanked and live a healthy life. Speakin' too a crazy fuck like that man requires me to use me fists, I can't use words like ye because of factors beyond my control. Ye think he's despicable, but in my experience it's all ye royalty. Spit on the ones lower than ye, eh?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar \n\nReaching the Carriage, Blair managed to ask the question that had been on Marsila's mind before she had the chance to do so herself. Turning towards the direction of her stallion, she eyed over the horse before turning back towards Blair. \n\n\"He is. Would it be alright for me to attach his rein to the carriage?\" She had high hopes it wouldn't be an issue but it was always best to ask. Normally she would trust Romia to remain where he was until she returned, but after witnessing the destruction of her parent's home, marsila no longer felt it was safe enough to do so. \"I fear if someone was to return to their scene of crime, they may also take him.\" \n\nMarsila couldn't be too careful. She no longer felt safe like she used to around her old home with her parent's disappearance causing her great unease. In some sense, she also felt violated as it was her personal items that had been rummaged through along with her parent's belongings. \n\n\"He is very well behaved so he wouldn't cause any trouble. It will only take a quick second and then I won't waste any more of your time.\" Hopefully Marsila wasn't asking for too much from Blair, unsure on the boundaries when it came to nobles. The only time she had been around nobility was to discuss a bounty they had given her. The discussions regarding such were usually quite brief, no more than a simple conversation regarding her work."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nThe Velvet Swine, Vallen, Taemar\n\nThe sorceress stepped off the carriage, feeling relieved of finally getting down of the carriage. She was used to the odor as she frequented the towns, so she didn't even flinch at the disgusting odor.\n\n\"The royal family does know about bathing, they just don't share it, my Lady\" Bella remarked as she followed the noble inside the inn.\n\nThe place reminded her of the lodge, but with *Way* Less plants. Oh the lodge, she couldn't wait to go back, to her own room and her dear animal companion... Animal companion, the same that had been following the whole trip...\n\n*\"Oh no she must be exhausted\"* She thought to herself.\n\nBelladonna came back to the present when Surany started to walk upstairs. The posing maid followed suit.\n\nShe took the keys and smiled kindly as she did a curtsy.\n\n\"Yes my Lady. I must refresh myself from this trip, but I will join you as soon as I'm able to\"\n\nAs soon as Bella reached her room, she closed the door, leaned her back on it, and let out the most tired sigh of her life.\n\n\"Mother Nature give me patience, cause if you give me strenght...\" She murmured as she went to the window and opened it wide.\n\nA couple minutes later, the black raven stood there, exhausted as she had never been. Belladonna pet it's head and fed her some treats she had brought in her scarce luggage.\n\n...\n\nBella walked down the corridor, her clothes changed into a new and clean maid gown, and her dark brown cascading freely down in waves. Surany had told her to join, so it would either be for wine or talking.\n\nEither way, as much as the Lady could be somewhat annoying to Bella, sometimes it could be entertaining to have a chat with her.\n\nShe gave two knocks to the door.\n\n\"Lady Surany? It's me\" She waited for a response before entering with her key."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*Vallen, Taemar* \n\nAn agreeing hum echoed from the hunter after listening to her new companions. \"Yeah. It is hard ta get things properly done with arses like that bloody royal ass in charge. There is a good reason we haven't had a decent change in helpin' folks and aimin' for peace. And, well, we got this damn plague ta thank for a lot of the tensions going on.\" With a heavy sigh, Aria rubbed Gwynt's breast, letting his feathers comfort her somewhat. She still grimaced at the dirty knee, making a loud \"Ugh\" As she tried to remove her skin from the area. \n\n\"But enough of this! We're in Vallen, and I owe the lovely Lady here,\" She gestured to Wilhelmina,\"A drink of thanks. And don't insist on paying, it's all on me. I have a friend of mine who paid me a lot ta join him here.\" She looked to the dwarf and smiled. \"I hope ya will join us. I think it would be nicer ta have some talks over a big pint and some good pig food. At least that is what Taemar seems ta get right around here.\" Her eyes lit up as she recalled something. \"Oh! Me cousin mentioned a place 'round here that she was gonna spend at. I can bet that she is already there anyways. She does have some nice wines that I can get a hand on.\"\n\n**Surany Torok, Lady of the Wine**\n*The Velvet Swine, Vallen, Taemar*\n\n\"Come on in!\" There was a nice lit to her voice as Bella entered her room. Doing so, the source of the voice spun around, a wide smile drawn on her face. \n\nThe most obvious thing to notice was that Surany was out of her fancier clothing. Instead, she had donned a simpler outfit; a nice brown dress with short sleeves and only reached her ankles, with golden stitching and patterns adorned on the the ridge. Brown, leather boots peeked from under the skirt, golden buckles keeping straps in place. She was currently attempting to place a purple corset with more gold thread around her stomach. \"Help me out, would you? I can't seem to keep this in place long enough to thread up the back!\" \n\nIf she were to do so, she explained. \"Since we're here, I thought it would be nice to bring some joy to the people of Vallen. From what I recall, their King is... Well, let's just say that he might be too obsessed with his pigs and has become rather pig-headed!\" Laughing at her own joke, the Lady let out a tiny \"Oof\" At the tightening of the corset. \"Sorry Bella. No matter how much one wears these, it never gets easier to adjust to their rather vice-like grip. I swear my dear aunt Lady Marisak died from these rather than the sickness.\" \n\nOnce finished, she turned around and admired herself, looking down at the dress. \"Help me choose some gold. I want to make sure I can rival the most glorious, pompous-looking noble in the kingdom. And let's be honest,\" She winked, \"I already do.\" Another laugh and she started to scavenge through the jewelry, humming as she did so. \"Did you remember to check for my lute? Or perhaps I should use the viol tonight. What do you think Bella?\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Vallen, Taemar**\n\nWilhelmina sighed. The dwarf's assessment was more than fair. Those in the higher bloodcastes generally tended to look down upon anyone not in their caste or above, with some notable exceptions. As for what the woman said, after that whole ordeal, a drink sounded like a very fine plan. \n\n\"No, no. You have a very fair point, sir. All too often do those in the higher bloodcaste treat others like dirt simply because of their position in society. It is disgusting and not fair. I have attempted to bridge the gap between the people and the nobility as I have come from a merchant's background. Unlike most nobility, I had to work for my position, and even then, it is not as if I am some lord with many subjects. The Iron Plaine's Councilor of Agriculture will do just fine. I like my job because it allows me to be among the people, to hear their complaints, and relay them to the rest of the nobility.\" \n\nHer face turned sour for just a moment. \"*Not that it does much good, mind you. Why does common decency have to be so rare with those in power*?\" \n\nAfter that, Wilhelmina's expression warmed up again. \"I will gladly take you up on that offer, ma'am.\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Golifred Ironbeard\nVallen, Taemar\n\nHe had to think about the proposition for a moment, scratching his beard as he thought. Another drink? Sure he felt a little tipsy and his breath smelled of Ale, but he wouldn't mind a second wind. \"Aye, I suppose we could go a few rounds with the ale and the good company.\"\n\nGolifred adjusted the cap on top of his head with a smile, feeling a little more excited about the evening now that he could drink more with new buddies. It was the thrill of meeting new persons that made him feel more like them, and not like the half-dwarf that he was. Being accepted wasn't a common occurrence for him, so even this small moment felt like a special occasion. Of course, he didn't let his guard down - his stubbornness poked at the back at his head, the feeling that he shouldn't trust strangers and that he was better off protecting himself. But if he didn't make friends, what purpose did he have? He needed allies. It would not only help him, but it would help his business as well. Maybe even help fulfill his dream.\n\n\"It helps the little people when we are allowed to flourish.\" Golifred looked over to Wilhelmina with a more serious expression, as the topic was somewhat important. \"Of course not everyone fulfills their dreams and desires, but when it comes to the difference between nobility and us, it's hard to compare them living out their dreams to us not having the ability to live ours. Fer the longest time, I've lived tryin' to make mine a reality.\" He sighed, shrugging. \"Hopefully it can come to pass.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Kirk Pinewood, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, and James Pinewood\nThe Home of James Pinewood in Vallen, Taemar**\n\nOnce the small caravan had been unpacked, Kirk's uncle sat with the newly arrived guests in his parlor. \"Your wedding sounds like it was very romantic,\" James said after hearing about the early days of Dennon's terrible fate.\n\n\"It was!\" Lucrezia said with a smile, taking her husband's hand next to her on the couch. The king did his best not to resist.\n\nThere came rattles at the front door of the house, and all heads turned toward it. \"My daughter must be returning.\" James said as the door opened. A young woman entered the room.\n\n\"Hello.\" She said upon her arrival. After a few seconds of looking at her father's guests, her eyes widened.\n\n\"Leah, tonight our guests are the king and queen of Ibethiel and-\"\n\n\"KIRK!\" She exclaimed excitedly before running toward her cousin.\n\nKirk stood up from his seat. \"Hey, Leah,\" He managed to say just before she jumped into his arms. \"*Ugh...*\" Noises of pain came from his mouth because of the splinters that were still in his hand after an unpleasant run-in with a pig at an inn.\n\nThe highly energetic reunion made Lucrezia and Dennon make eye contact for a moment and raise their eyebrows before looking back at the scene. \"You're hurt.\" Leah said with concern, looking him over. \"What happened to your hand?\"\n\n\"Damn pig shoved me out of the way when I entered an inn. I slapped the wall, and it gave me some splinters,\" Kirk said, holding out his hand.\n\n\"Let me fix it. Come sit over here by the light.\" She led Kirk to a couple chairs behind her father. Dennon could see them both over James's shoulder as Leah went to find tools.\n\n\"I think I should probably get ready for the evening.\" Lucrezia said suddenly, taking advantage of the lull.\n\n\"I've had the maid clear out the master bedroom for you,\" James informed her. \"I can take the guest room. Kirk, you can...\"\n\n\"Kirk can stay in my room!\" Leah interjected quickly upon returning with some tweezers. \"Just like when we were kids.\"\n\n\"Fine,\" James agreed. \"I'll have some blankets put on the floor.\"\n\nAfter Lucrezia went to bed, Leah set to work on her cousin's hand by pulling out slivers of wood. \"I've missed you, Kirk. So much.\"\n\n\"It's- Uh... It's been a while, yeah.\" Kirk poorly attempted to reciprocate the energy.\n\n\"It's difficult to bend over.\" She said, sitting up straight.\n\n\"I can lift my hand if it would be-\"\n\n\"Not necessary.\" Leah cut Kirk off. She reached up and undid a button near her collar, exposing more of her chest. \"That's better,\" She said with a smile.\n\n\"Dennon, did you hear me?\" James asked, getting the attention of the king, who had been staring over his shoulder to watch the exchange in a trance.\n\n\"Yes. What did you ask again?\" Dennon asked, trying to remember the conversation.\n\n. . ."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"*KENMATH! PREPARE A FEAST! ZEHE HAS DIED AND WE NEED TO FEED HIS MURDERERS*!\" King Gregor boomed upon re-entering his crooked castle. He threw Zehe's limp body at Kenmath. Kenmath screamed in agony before Zehe's corpse crashed into him and knocked him to the ground. His head cracked on the stone floor and he twitched in pain. \"Get up, you lazy excuse for a servant! We have dozens of mouths to feed only a handful on hours!\" \n\n\"Y-yes, my liege. Anything for my king... I live to serve you and only you,\" Kenmath rasped from the ground. He gathered Zehe's form in his arms and sobbed for his lost son. \"THEY SHALL PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU!\" Kenmath screamed to the heavens, his voice echoing through the dark, dusty corridors. \"*Arrrghhh*!\" He heaved Zehe over his frail shoulders and began to make his way to the kitchen to begin preparing the feast. Spitze galloped behind, chittering quietly for his fallen brother. \n\n\"The loss that was inflicted upon the *Blood Breed* Will not be forgiven,\" King Gregor murmured darkly. He gave one last passing glance to the crowd outside before retiring to his bedchambers to get ready for the impromptu royal dinner. \n\n\n*The East Chambers*\n\nPrince Auburn and Princess Wilhelmina began braiding flowers in each other's hair upon hearing that they would have *Royal guests* At dinner. Wilhelmina's dark locks were adorned with wild thistles and daisies while Auburn's red hair was plaited down to his waist with irises and bogweed. They looked like a pair of spring sprites that had just been spat out of the forest.\n\n\"I think those are enough flowers,\" Wilhelmina breathed, chewing hard on her lower lip and sucking the blood that bloomed. Auburn merely stared at her as he plucked an iris from behind his ear and crushed it between his thumb and second finger. He used the purple stain to paint his eyelids. \n\n*The West Chambers*\n\nPrincess Walburga stared blankly ahead, mouth slightly ajar. She could no longer feel the bedbugs biting at her legs, causing dark dots of her blood to stain the sheets beneath her. Her body remained paralyzed and her mind absent with occasional cuts of the harsh voice that told her to jump from the tower so many moons ago. Her left pigtail was growing back, though it remained significantly shorter than the right one.\n\n She heard Zehe die. \n\n\"*Oooooouuuuaaa*,\" She creaked, monotone and sorrowful. Her mouth dropped upon further, revealing a shard of hog bone stuck between her bottom two teeth. \n\n\n*The Kitchen*\n\nKenmath stood atop his ladder, stirring the oversized cauldron in which he cooked all of the Grunewald meals. He stirred fast and relentlessly. \"I shan't stop,\" He said, \"Not for anything in the land. I shan't stop.\"\n\nSpitze sat on his haunches in the far corner whimpering as his bulbous eyes blinked in Kenmath's direction. He scratched his overgrown nails on the ground. \n\n\"*Stop that this instant, Spitze*!\" Kenmath barked harshly, \"Stop it or else I will rap you on your head with the ladle again!\" Spitze immediately stopped. \n\n\"I mustn't stop, for dinner shall be perfect,\" Kenmath said. The murky contents of the cauldron spun at a dizzying speed. Kenmath reached into his pocket and tossed a handful of stinging nettles into the stew. \"Hog gravy with a kick...\"\n\n*The King's Royal Chambers*\n\nKing Gregor was engulfed in a brown fur coat and wore his brass crown upon his head. He positioned it so that the dent was facing the back. He combed his fingers through his beard to break loose any crumbs and other food items that had been hidden within. He wanted to look presentable in case Anyanka Durkhan or Elle Romanov were among the attendees of his dinner. \"It has been too long since I fucked a queen,\" Gregor said to himself, grinning widely at his reflection in the mirror. He then busied himself with scrawling an illegible, grammatically horrific invitation for dinner. He wrote:\n\n*The Lord Vuagh is commanded by the king to formalily invite the forein royals to a evening feast at his castel tonite. Thoze who want to be let in to the counsel will be in attendance.*\n\n\"Father?\" Princess Wilhelmina knocked lightly on the doors to his chambers before entering. King Gregor looked up and placed his quill roughly back into the inkpot, spilling a bit of ink on the corner of his invitation. \"How are we to feed—\"\n\n\"Ah, Willy. Give this to Kenmath and have him invite all of those intruding royals to our dinner tonight,\" King Gregor said, tossing the parchment to his daughter. Wilhelmina attempted to grab it to no avail. It slipped through her fingers and fluttered to the ground. She bent to pick it up, having some trouble getting a grasp on it. \"I spied some of the banners that invaded our lawns,\"\n\nKing Gregor said, rubbing his palm against his chin as he spoke, \"The Southern Isles, for one. A shitblood pirate for a king. He runs at the first sign of trouble. He fancies himself an intelligent man, but he is nothing more than a coward. There's another coward on the throne in Northern Feyshore. Black. The Romanovs have him pressed between their two fingers. He has yet to realize that the Romanovs are by far the worst thing to happen to Feyshore. Slaughter them all before they slit his throat in his sleep and he'd be freeing his kingdom from their hidden tyranny... Let's see, who else? I have yet to see Terresol. Queen Clara Lane? Irrelevant. I doubt her presence at the council would be noted. Ah, then there's the duchess of Astoria. Another weakling. She will fall to her knees in front of any man who asks,\" He chuckled. Wilhelmina furrowed her brows, finally unsticking the parchment from the ground. \"I for one am most looking forward to potentially seeing the king of the north. A man who could not keep his own brother in check. Marshall Carter is inept with a whale for a daughter and Felix Carter is a greedy fool. Neither of them will last. A worthy king will rise while they are busy bickering. \"\n\n\"Mhm,\" Wilhelmina said. \n\n\"King Dennon Bigsby of Ibethiel, now that's a man who knows how to recognize a woman with power. The child murdering Queen Lucrezia Scheer. That's a woman who knows how to run a kingdom, **That's the old ways**,\" He said, turning to point to Wilhelmina, \"The moment that woman pushes a boy out, you'll know the name of your husband!\"\n\n\"...Mhm,\" Said Wilhelmina. King Gregor leaned back in his chair and regarded the hog banner that adorned the wall thoughtfully.\n\n\"The Grunewald name will never be taken from Taemar. We have the strength that they all wish they could possess. Our royal lineage stretches for thousands of years and will continue for thousands more. The old ways are lost upon all of the new royals. House Carter is the only other old house, besides us and the Scheers, and they are on the verge of collapse. Not us. We will always be here,\" Gregor said proudly. \n\n\"Mhm...,\" Wilhelmina said lightly. She slipped out the door before he could ramble further.\n\n\n*The Front Lawns* \n\n\"HEAR YE, HEAR YE!\" Kenmath cried in the direction of the royal tents. He waved the parchment frantically in the air. His stew was burning. A confused guard from the Isles approached and Kenmath thrust the invitation into his hands. \"TELL EVERYONE!\" He screamed over his shoulder as he darted back into the castle to rescue his food."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*Vallen, Taemar*\n\nWith a wide grin, Aria gestured back to the roads. \"Great! It is a bit of a walk, but not too far, thank the gods. Me cousin has me name booked in as a guest, or whatever it be.\" Shrugging, the hunter started off, walking along the grass. \"Either way, we are getting fucking smashed tonight.\" \n\nShe strode on, trekking over the grass until it eventually turned to cobblestone. Gwynt had eventually nestled back into her bag, wanting to not be eyed by the citizens of the kingdom. A bird like him would either make a pretty penny, or make a delicious dinner. No matter what, it was of the best interest to keep the avian close to his master's side. As they traversed through the crowd, the girl kept an eye on her surroundings, feeling the numbness from the whole drama slowly ebbing away. In its place, there was beginning to form a slight dread and panic as her mind was processing the events. \n\n*D-did I seriously do all that? Oh gods, were those...* The very though sickened her, and she could only swallow back the bile as they made their way to the place. Finally, after a few more moments, her eyes lighted up as she spied a familiar sign. \"There! That be it!\" Above them was a hanging sign, labeled **The Velvet Swine**. She turned back to her companions with a forced smile. \"Let's head on in!\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Islander Camp\n\n The first night had come and gone. The morning sun broke pale over the barren fields of Vallen, concealed by a slate of misty grey clouds. It hung lazily in the air, its dull blue light illuminating the camp below. What had once been a roaring bonfire and dancing circle was reduced to a pile of smoking ash and a ring of muddy stomping ground. Five men emerged from the King's tent and began to get the place back into a fine working order. Silently, they shifted boxes, dismantled tables, and began to heap every piece of wood, glass and hog into the pile of smoldering embers. They quickly caught light, and a thick column of grey smoke rose from the center of the camp, breathing life back into the tent city. The Pirate King had exited shortly behind them, and with half lidded eyes began to mill slowly around the camp. Ollie watched as the tip of Bradai's cane sunk repeatedly into the sallow earth, leaving a scattered line of dots beside his bootprints. His free hand was clasped behind his back in thought, and from the left side of his mouth hung a pipe. Then they came upon the body.\n\n\"Yee-ap.\" Bradai nodded slowly, a puff of thick white smoke escaped his lips. \"I suppose what's why she was late to tha meeting, Ollie.\" \n\nThe tip of his cane came up from the ground and found itself pressed gently between the ribs of the body below him. The body shifted from side to side, then lay steady. Bradai pursed his lips, and thrust the cane deep into his sister's side. She woke up then, with a harsh gasp of air followed by a series of closed mouth gags. Her hands slapped over her mouth and in a single motion, the King's sister flipped herself onto her hands and knees and began to vomit.\n\nHer body wretched violently as her arms began to shake. When it appeared that she was done, a single Black Poppy moved from their position, stepping towards Gitten in an attempt to help her up. \n\n\"Fuck off.\" Bradai said, shooing them away with his cane. The Poppy nodded and did as they were told, and retreated to the center of camp to play the violin. \n\n— \n\n\"—and ferthermore I'm not fuckin' interested in what yew think is an acceptable _form a' decorum._ I don't care if I wake up this entire damn camp, yer pride be da—\" Bradai watched as Ollie threw another bucket of freezing water onto his sister, the blood, vomit, and mud dripping off her naked body. His grip tightened around the pommel of his cane as he resisted the urge to strike her. Her eyes went wide as she gasped for air, running a cloth over her goose pimpled skin. She stood shivering in the wash basin in his tent. The Black Poppy standing by threw her a towel and another set a change of clothes down onto one of the two chairs in front of her brother's desk.\n\n\"One uff vhose tattooed witch shamans once said what you were fucking cruel trick by tha Tides Barer to test my patience. You are tha only fucking proof vhat 'e exists.\" Bradai muttered, rounding his desk. He fell down into the chair and fished the small pair of reading spectacles from his overcoat pocket. He perched them on the bridge of his nose and huffed busily. He removed a journal from the inside of his coat and began to flip through the pages. \"Now, can we start tha _fucking_ meeting already?\" He watched as his sister stepped out of the basin and began to put on the clothes he had picked out for her. The Poppy had come to assist her with her corset. In any other circumstance, Gitten would have protested, but the night of binge drinking seemed to make her more docile. \n\nThe Pirate King waited until his sister was fully dressed and the Black Poppies were standing silently in the corner before he began his address. \n\n\"Vhis Council will be dangerous, but 'opefully not for us. Most uff our enemies are not in attendance. 'ouse De Lancret won't come. Juliana will sit in 'er castle and wait for tha rest uff us to solve 'er problems. Vhey'll 'ave enough food to last forever, but their Shitbloods'll starve wiffin tha season. Vhey would never leave Anyse alone in vhose courts, let alone take 'er to Taem—\" Bradai was cut off mid sentence by an Islander bursting through the flaps of his tent. \n\nThe man was no older than twenty five, skin freckled and golden, with a head of nut brown hair and an unkempt goatee to match. \"Message fer ye, yer Majest—\" He yelped as the Black Poppies seized him, the scroll falling out of his hands. It rolled to the ground and against Gitten's boot. She wheezed as she leaned down to pick it up, and held it aloft.\n\n\"It says...\" She held it closer to her face, \"I cannot read.\" \n\nOllie snatched it from her grasp and scanned over it quickly. \"It says that we're allowed inside the castle. A Lady, perhaps from House Ulster but serving House Barrmount of the Iron Plains was the first to meet Gregor Grunewald.\" \n\nThe Pirate King nodded, \"And what fate did befall 'er?\" \n\nOllie pressed a finger to the parchment, \"She was...\" He clicked his tongue, \"Nearly shot with an arrow, gouged with a tusk of a boar, and promptly excommunicated. She stood up for a Shitblood hunter who...\" Ollie shook his head, \"Apparently was trying to assassinate him, or poach children? That's what it says. It says that a hog child was murdered in the fray. Boy and beast.\" The secretary rolled up the parchment and handed it across the table, \"Gregor has proposed a feast, and if we want to be a part of the Council, we should take our places in the castle today. Hopefully everyone will—\" \n\nBradai placed his hands on the table and sighed. He felt the glasses fall from his nose, caught by the thin gold chain that extended from his overcoat. He watched as they spin beneath him. \nThe entire room was silent.\n\n\"Get tha fuck out uff my office.\" \n\n\"Your Grace?\" \n\n\"All uff you. Get tha fuck out.\" Bradai heard as they all filed away, but slammed his balled fist on the table as he heard Gitten's chair shift. \n\n\"Not you.\" He said. \n\n\"You will go into tha castle to scope out a room. Once you find a room inside tha tower vhat doesn't contain some 'orrifying specter or demonic child, report back to me. I want a peaceful fucking Council and a day of rest before vhis dinner.\" \n\n\"Aye, but it's just a din—\" \n\nThe look on the Pirate King's face was enough to stop her from speaking. \"Make sure your men prepare us dinner beforehand. And bring a weapon before you go to the tower. \nNow go.\" \n\nGitten rolled her eyes and sighed, tapping the daggers beneath her cloak and shoved off towards the castle."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia De Blanc\nVallen, Taemar\n\nTravel was new to Amicia, as was the sickness that came with it. Every bump and jostle of the cart made her stomach feel heavy and despite all the sun she had gotten she only seemed to grow paler by the day. As the trio had grown closer and closer to the city of Vallen - Amicia began to find ways to cope, spending most days trying to rub the blood stains from the bottom of the cart until her hands went red and cracked from the excessive water. Sore hands were a small price to pay though to avoid sickness.\n\nWhen the cart eventually rolled into Vallen, Amicia watched the hustle and bustle of the city untouched by plague. It had been so long since she had seen so many people in such close proximity. Well, it had been a long time since she had seen so many living people, really.\n\nWhen they soon stopped, Amicia assumed it was time to go. She threw the strap of her linen bag over her head and onto her shoulder, carefully climbing down from the cart and finding solace in the firm ground beneath her feet, though she would miss Campbell's occasional singing. She stood beside the front seats on Odette's side.\n\nFor a moment it seemed as though she could not speak, her tongue pressed behind her top front teeth until she managed a slow, careful,\"Th... Ank you. Where can I find...\" \n\nShe searched for the word. Work, that was it. She had never thought of what she had done before as work it was simply how she lived. Preparing, cutting open, burying bodies. \n\n\"Work- where can I find work?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor \nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"These please.\" Marsila had stopped by a large cart that had parked itself on the side of the busy pathway. She could feel Romia's long strands of chin hair prickle against her shoulder as she reached for two cherry red apples. Cradling them in her left arm, she handed the man who stood by the cart a couple copper coins. Normally she would have to bite her tongue from suggesting a couple nights sleep after noticing the darker skin under his eyes, yet Marsila couldn't find the ounce of temptation with the weight of her parent's disappearance on her chest. Turning away from the cart of apples, Marsila plucked one from her arm and held it in front of Romia's muzzle. Her stallion ate as they tread passed the crowded bodies that filled the streets, all rushing with their daily errands while gossiping with one another about the scene that occurred with the Grunewald king. With her heightened hearing, Marsila couldn't help but hear some of the rumours of what happened, each one as exaggerated as the other. \n\nReaching the first tavern they've come across since her parent's house, Romia followed Marsila to a large beam of wood and allowed her to tie down his reins. Once he was secured to the one spot, Marsila left him the remaining apple before making her way inside.\n\nShe noticed it was a lot different inside than it was out on the streets with the lack of shouting and crowds. There was still excitement among the other patrons, with the gathering parties of other kingdoms presenting themselves for the council. She decided to steer clear of those who seemed intoxicated and began asking those who looked as if they had a clear mind about whether or not they could aid her in finding someone. Unfortunately many people either hesitated before politely declining her of their help while others were straightforward and explained they weren't risking it with the plague looming near."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nThe water in his bath was just right as Arin lowered himself in. He felt the hot water soak and comfort his tired body, and Arin leaned back, closing his eyes. He sighed softly as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over him, and he slowly drifted deeper in. He took the small brush beside him and scrubbed the evidence of days passing off of his skin, and began humming an old sea shanty. \n\nAn hour later, Arin was strolling through the small tavern. He grabbed a small bit of bread and winked at the beautiful woman giving out drinks and walked outside. Many of the people out in the city were still shaken up over the events that had transpired earlier. The king had gone mad, apparently. Arin had only overheard what was being said inside the tavern. He turned in the direction of the castle and began walking as if he had no where to be, aimlessly walking in a path that took no obvious shortcut. He finally reached the camps where lords and ladies had pitched their fancy cloth tents. He thought it was a bit much, though. Some of the tents could easily have twelve people lying head to toe and still have room. He shook his head and kept wandering, finding his way through the dark, twisted paths created by the overhanging edges of the tents. \n\nHe noticed a group of men and women leaving one of the particularly nicer tents, one without many patches and with intricate designs inlaid in the fabric. He watched them leave the tent unattended and he crept up to it. He plundered through the items inside, finding a small chest that was locked. He swore and looked around him before picking at the lock, trying to pop it open. He finally heard the click and opened it, finding several gold pieces and a beautiful diamond necklace. He grabbed the gold but left the necklace. It was never a good idea, grabbing jewelry.\n\nArin bought some food from a tent that a local butcher had set up a shop in. He tasted the meat and his eyes rolled back slightly. It was perfect. He could imagine the hours the man had spent turning it over embers, and Arin kept walking. Everyone acted as if he weren't there, but Arin was only searching for one person, the man he had only laid eyes on once. The Pirate King himself, Bradai Maith."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby and Kirk Pinewood\nThe Streets of Vallen, Taemar**\n\nWhile Kirk's family worked on readying their house, he and Dennon changed into some street clothes and left to walk around the neighborhood. \"I'm surprised your wife let you go.\"\n\n\"She fell asleep after a bath. No one could stop me. When I said I was leaving, one of the guards tried shaking her awake so that she could tell me 'no,' but he failed. That said, we aren't completely alone out here...\" Dennon glanced behind them as they walked, certain that a few of Lucrezia's Queensguard were keeping an eye on them from a distance. \"It's been so long since I've been able to walk the city streets like I used to. The sights. The smells.\" His nose curled as he caught a whiff of a delivery pig relieving itself in the street.\n\n\"Can you imagine how terrible this place must smell after a rain?\" Kirk asked rhetorically, taking more care in looking where he stepped to avoid a pile of pig droppings.\n\n\"Hey Kirk, do the whores you frequent ever say you have one of those?\" Dennon stopped walking and smiled, pointing up at the sign of a building they were about to pass. It was a tavern called The Enchanted Hog.\n\n\"Ha. Yeah. Maybe they'll give me a free drink.\" Kirk said, going to the door just as it swung open and smacked him in the forehead. \"Ow! Damn pigs.\" Kirk muttered angrily as a messenger hog pushed by him as it left the establishment.\n\n\"At least you didn't get any splinters this time,\" Said Dennon optimistically.\n\n. . .\n\nThe tavern was on the busier side. There were several open seats, but there were no empty tables available. They approached a hooded man sitting at the bar with an open chair on both of his sides. \"Excuse me. Could you scoot over a chair?\" Kirk asked as he came to the man's side. He didn't respond.\n\n\"Hey buddy, we'll even let you pick right or left.\" Dennon light-heartedly offered.\n\n\"I ain't moving for an Ibethielian.\" The man said with a gruff voice, presumably deducing their home kingdom from their accents.\n\n\"Come on, man. Would you like some money? Is that what you want?\" Dennon began to dig through his coin pouch. \"Must have a couple bronze here...\" He glanced up at the man to see if it had interested him, but his hooded head remained locked without turning. \"Alright then, a silver piece it is.\" Dennon held the coin in front of the man's gaze. Instead of taking it, he took a sip from his ale. As he set the glass down, Dennon lost his patience. \"Fine then.\" The king dropped the coin into the glass.\n\n\"Dennon...\" Kirk urged, not wanting to start a fight.\n\n\"No Kirk, I think it was well warranted. All we wanted was a drink in a tavern. We've been running for nearly two weeks now from a plague. We've had the infected try to chase us down. We've seen some absolute shit.\" Dennon's rant was cut off by the old man grabbing his shirt and turning toward him. Dennon saw his eyes for the first time. The pupils had a pink glow.\n\n\"Stop your damn whining about what you've seen. You've seen nothing.\" The old man spat bitterly. His eyes locked with Dennon's, and the more the king stared at them, the brighter the pink lights became, until he felt like he was being swallowed by them.\n\n. . .\n\n*Dennon realized he was sitting at a table in the kitchen of a small home. A woman stood at a countertop facing away from him chopping some vegetables. \"Daddy?\" A young girl tugged at his sleeve, and he turned his head to look at her. He saw worry in her eyes. \"There's someone at the door.\" The king looked behind him and heard a crash as the door was smashed in. The debris flew in every direction, tearing through the entire house. The room collapsed around him, and everything went black.\n\nA torch ignited, lighting up a group of people standing on grass during a cold night. Dennon was kneeling next to them. The man holding the torch held it to two pyres. The flames danced up, illuminating the face of a woman on one and the little girl he had seen before on the other. **\"Daddy!\"** She screamed as the flames began to consume her. \"Please!\" Dennon begged at the feet of the man nearest to him. He looked up and saw the unforgiving face of a beast that opened its mouth and spewed more flames until the darkness of night had been chased away by a blinding white light.*\n\n*A club hit him in the stomach. A chain smashed into his back. Dennon fell to the ground as he was beaten with more weapons. He tried to crawl away, and a hammer crushed one of his hands. A door opened in the white void a stone's throw away. On the other side, he saw the trees and mists of a Taemarian bog. The beating finally stopped. Relieved, Dennon began to crawl for the open doorway. The momentary silence was broken by the whinny and snort of horses behind him before they began to pick up speed pulling a wagon with loud rattling wheels behind them. Dennon couldn't see the horses, but he could hear them getting closer with every second. Despite the agony it brought, Dennon stood up and began running for the door, but every step he took seemed to make the door not get any closer at all. He began to scream as he could hear the horses and wagon closing in. He closed his eyes, running blind before jumping forward as hard as he could at the last second.*\n\n. . .\n\n\"Dennon!\" Kirk shouted, trying to catch his friend as he limply fell to the floor. He managed to grab his shoulders so that his head didn't crash into the wooden floorboards. Ale rained down on them both, and the splash made Dennon come to as a silver coin rattled to a stop next to them.\n\n\"What in all hells was that?!\" Dennon asked frantically as he looked at his hands. They seemed fine now.\n\n\"Magic.\" The old man said, whimsically fluttering the fingers of a deformed hand.\n\n\"Foul stuff.\" Dennon said, spitting on the floor\n\n\"Well, it's all around you. Welcome to Taemar.\" The old man gestured at the other patrons in the tavern. One woman was watching the scene with a smile while making a dagger dance around in the air as it floated several inches above her hand. Another man lit a cigarette with flames burning from his fingertips and blew out a billow of smoke after a sizable intake. A different woman sitting at his table began to twist the smoke into the shape of a spider the size of a carriage wheel, which fell to the ground and scurried toward the foreigners. Dennon and Kirk rushed to their feet in response, and the spider disappeared in a smokey mist around their shoes. \"Many of the survivors of the magic Inquisition fled here. While we are still alive, in some ways it doesn't seem like we were the lucky ones. Now, thanks to a plague, non-magic folk from around the continent are fleeing here too. I hope we can make you all feel welcome.\" As Dennon and Kirk backed away, the old man picked up the silver coin they left behind and put it on the bar to pay for another drink. They bumped into something and turned around, seeing a few members of the magic user crowd blocking their path to the door. \"Not today, lads. Their posse's here.\" The door of the tavern swung open behind them, and three armed members of Lucrezia's Queensguard were standing ready outside.\n\n\"Is there a problem, your highness?\" One of the guards asked.\n\nThe magic user Dennon had bumped into reached forward with his hands, making the king flinch, but he only straightened Dennon's jacket. \"Have a nice night... Your highness.\"\n\nDennon and Kirk left without further incident, and the door was pulled shut behind them. Once they were a block away, Dennon's energy from the encounter began to dwindle, and he was left with a horrible shiver. Kirk looked at him with concern. \"Dennon, what did he do to you.\"\n\nDennon stayed silent for a moment before finally building up the willpower to speak. \"I saw his life flash before my eyes. I tried to hold it together back there, but the horrors I witnessed... Experienced...\"\n\nKirk shook his head. \"I think we should call it a night.\"\n\n. . .\n\n\"He's been like this ever since we came home.\" Kirk said to his cousin Leah as they watched Dennon from the kitchen. He walked from window to window in the living room, peeking through the curtains suspiciously, seemingly looking for something outside. Between window paces, he also began to place pieces of furniture in front of the door as a makeshift barricade. \"He needs to rest.\"\n\n\"I have something that might help him.\" Leah offered, pulling a small bottle from a medicine cabinet.\n\nThey offered Dennon a drink. Within minutes, he seemed calmer. When he began to stumble, Kirk and Leah guided him to the master bedroom and had him lay down next to Lucrezia, who was still sleeping like a log. It didn't take long before Dennon was as soundly asleep as she was."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor \nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Thank the gods.\" She muttered out relieved, tired of the constant rejection given towards her pleas as she moved from one table to another. Her gaze shifted towards her right while turning her head only a nudge. The man who had spoken out instantly caught her attention with his eccentric appearance. She had never seen a mask similar to the one he currently wore, finding it quite eerie. Without another thought, Marsila pulled herself away from the table she had been leaning over and strode towards the stranger. She pulled one of the chairs out from the opposite end of his table and placed herself down. \n\n\"I'm looking for an older couple, Michael and Arielle Vema. I only just found out they are missing and I don't know how long for. I'm surprised **No one** Noticed their disappearance nor does it look like they give a damn which I blame this bloody plague for.\" Her voice rushed as she spoke, doing her best to remain calm even though she could feel the tears fighting their way to the surface. She could once again feel the heat arise against her chest, the amulet emitting a soft orange glow beneath the material of her shirt. \"I will pay you a pound in silver pieces. I know it's not much, especially if their trail leads us out of Taemar but it is all I have and I am desperate.\"\n\nMarsila placed her hands on the table before entwining her fingers together. She held her breath as she waited for his answer, tapping her heels against the floor nervously. The poor woman wondered what could be happening to her parents this very moment. She could only hope they were in no danger but the twisting sensation in her stomach told her otherwise. It never helped that there was a plague killing people while making some temporarily psychotic before finally succumbing to the illness."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\nVallen, Taemor\n\n\"That plague. Strange thing, huh?\" He muttered in response to the girl mentioning the plague. An enigma even Danico- a man who has one foot ahead of almost every situation, couldn't figure out. Though unintentionally derailing the topic, his relaxed and casual attitude serves as a sharp juxtaposition to the girl's emotional state. \n\n\"Let me stop you there.\" He interrupts with a raised hand, his body language neutral and casual, his arm folded in front. \"Keep your money. I don't want it. I've enough money to do what I do, no more, no less.\" His position begins to turn to seriousness as he speaks with the look of a businessman. \"Rather, if you've the aptitude, I have a request of my own. Tit for tat, as they say.\" Reaching into a pouch on his side, Danico pulls out an odd feather- long and thin, it's a light grey-blue colour with a few spots of dark brown by the tip. \"There's a.. *Pet* I'm after. If I help you, you will retrieve it for me.\" Danicos voice turns serious, like his request is no longer a request but a demand. \"I've no time since I have to attend this council everyone's so concerned about.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Grunewalds\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nDusk fell over the towering castle as Kenmath scurried through the corridors to light every sconce. The darkened halls were flooded with an orange glow. The *Nest* Had been swept away by Prince Auburn and Princess Wilhelmina. They volunteered to decorate the dining hall once they found Kenmath was foaming at the mouth over not having enough time to cook and clean. \n\nGarlands of wildflowers dangled down from the ceiling above the dining table, concealing the *Birth of Walburga* Mural. The dried hog's blood had been scrubbed off the table and floors. Wilhemina arranged long tapered candles with flowers sealed into the wax to act as the centerpiece. She tied the last flower garland to the back of a chair when King Gregor entered, dressed with his fur coat and brass crown. His beady eyes scanned the dining hall and he snorted. \n\n\"I've died and gone to hell,\" He remarked, tearing the garland of daisies off of his chair. Wilhelmina and Auburn blinked at him, unbothereed by his lack of taste. Zehennagel, formally known as Spitze, sat on his haunches in the corner of the room, licking up his tears as they fell down his cheeks. \n\n\"Sire, preparations for the feast have been completed!\" Kenmath cried out in glee as he burst into the dining hall. He was excessively sweaty and his eyes were bright. He had put on a hat with a sparse amount of pigeon feathers for the occasion. \n\n\"Excellent. And what of the—\"\n\n\"They have arrived, as well, Sire,\" Kenmath said. He motioned behind him to a pair of darkly cloaked figures standing on either side of the door. Their faces were concealed and they made no movement to indicate that they were living beings. A corner of Gregor's mouth went up in a pleased smirk. \n\n\"Then I suppose we can open our gates and begin to welcome our guests,\" Gregor said. \"Kenmath, pour the blood wine. I do not want anyone to go thirsty while they are here.\"\n\nAnd with that, the gates to Grunewald Castle opened, expectant."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Lady Surany Torok**\n*Grunewald Castle, Taemar*\n\nAs the sun was beginning to set on the horizon, the sounds of hoofbeats clopped along the cobblestone. The small but elegant carriage strolled through the streets, the driver careful to avoid the straggling people. It was sure to not be the only carriage to be heading towards the castle tonight; everyone knew that King Gregor had been rather... Energetic towards the feast being held tonight. And at first, Surany had been unsure if she would go. But the girl could never turn down the opportunity to have a good time, and everyone knew that one had to make an impression at smaller events. \n\nAs the carriage pulled up to the entrance of the stone edifice, the horses' hooves slowly came to a stop. While they nickered and pawed at the ground, a footman came around, drawing back the door and curtain. His hand was soon encompassed by another, more feminine one. Slowly and gracefully, Surany emerged from the vehicle, covered in a dark, navy blue cloak. The familiar rustle of fabric brushing against itself hinted at the outfit underneath the protective covering, but that was not to be revealed until inside, away from the dirt. Smiling, she nodded to the man, letting go of his hand and proceeded forward. \n\nUpon entering the man's domain, the Lady was then guided towards the feast, surrounded by multiple servants. It was at this moment she sighed to herself, wishing that Bella had been able to make it. But the poor thing had somehow caught a slight sniffle, and the last thing they needed was her new maidservant being stabbed for a small case of the sniffles. Really, the plague had everyone on edge. Especially since Taemar was the only land to not have any (known) cases. It had been with a heavy heart that Surany had left her behind, but it was for the best. \n\nSighing once more, the Lady gazed around at the strange decor of the royal family as she made her way.\n\nEventually, she felt a tug against her cloak, and with a slight movement of her shoulders it slipped from her body. And just in time to enter the grand dining hall. \n\n\"Lady Surany Torok of Araedia!\" Cried a man's voice, announcing her arrival. \n\nAnd what an arrival she made. Taking in her surroundings, Surany was glad that she had gotten a bit more dressed up. Her body donned an emerald green dress, covered in a shiny overlay. It had a large skirt, much larger than the fashions deemed. And the amount of skin she showed around her shoulders and neck was very inappropriate (she swore that her nanny Mina was having a fit). But the golden threading, along with the golden leaves around the top, made it even more gorgeous. Her hair had been pinned up with multiple golden pins, each having a small leaf as well. \n\nSmiling, the Lady of the Wine begun to stride around the room, making sure to soak in any attention given to her. Being somewhat respectable, the noblewoman approached the royal family, curtsying deeply to them in the proper order. \"Your Highnesses, Your Majesty, I thank you for having me attend tonight's feast. It is an honor to be dining with the reigning family of Vallen.\" As she stood, the girl kept her smile graced upon her face, awaiting further instructions or orders from the King."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola Godwin\nGrunewald castle, Taemar\n\nWater sloshed onto the floor of Viola's room as she washed her hair in boiling water. Her skin was an aching red and raw from harsh scrubbing. Travel had always made her feel uncomfortably dirty and she wanted to look her best for the council.\n\nHappy that she was presentably clean, the gentlelady stepped out from the metal tub and wrung her heavy red hair over the water, letting as much drip from it as it would allow. Becoming Valentine had always been a sort of ritual for the lordsblood lady, allowing her to step out of her skin and into a freer mask. Now sitting by the vanity near an open window (which allowed her hair to dry in the cool breeze it let in) she bound her chest as tightly flat as she could manage.\n\nBreathing freely was a small price to pay for the freedom to education, teaching, and courtly intrigue, after all.\n\nDonning her best doublet, hose and breeches of a cold pallet went against the warm colour of her hair but the rich colour allowed her to appear a little more important than she was - and Valentine always aimed to impress. She pinned her long hair up intricately to appear shorter with the help of an overly eccentric hat, decorated with a stuffed pigeon and azure flowers. Despite Viola's attempt to avoid her own femininity it seemed Valentine was not afraid to display his own.\n\nShe decided to walk to the castle. Viola needed the exercise after so long travelling by carriage and as she was bringing a journal she hoped to find something to document. Though Taemar had never been very interesting until now. \n\nAfter an uneventful walk and being allowed in, she followed a small group into the dining hall, immediately, she adapted into Valentine. She walked with impeccable posture and an air of confidence now as opposed to her usual unsure gait, as if she had any real right to be here. As if, In a few days, she would not be laughed out of meetings.\n\nWith a charming smile and an occasional wink, she intended to charm the court with the ease of a leannan sidhe."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nThe Marvelous Malefactor\nVallen, Taemar\n\nHer heart almost paused in her chest while she ceased any movement when the man rose his hand, interrupting her from saying anything further. She thought he was about to deny her of any help after having explained they may need to leave Vallen but was left surprised when he instead refused to take her money. Her brows furrowed together once he gained a serious persona, speaking of his own proposal while bringing out a unique feather she had not once come across during her travels. Small bumps began to form along her skin as his demeanor grew more serious which Marsila simply ignored, knowing she would do absolutely anything in hopes to find her parents. Hell, if this strange man asked to bed her in exchange for his help she wouldn't think twice. \n\n\"I will do it.\" She almost didn't let him finish explaining when she spoke out. Marsila separated her entwined fingers and slid them towards the edge of the table as her panic from earlier settled. She was no longer alone. \"You have done me a great favour and you can rely that I will find this *Pet* You have been searching for.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby and Kirk Pinewood\nThe Home of James Pinewood**\n\nDennon had a full night's rest and woke up the following morning in a much-improved condition. However, he still seemed unnerved as Kirk sat with him alone in the parlor after breakfast. \"I've had shifters penetrate my mind before with their inaudible brain-speak.\" Dennon uttered quietly as he held a warm beverage close to his chest. \"This was something else. It felt like an abduction of my consciousness. A dream that I couldn't escape. If he had held on to me longer, would I be worse off than I am now? Would I be babbling in a nuthouse? Magic is dreadful stuff. People call Cleburn the Mad King, but with the things he must have seen, I'm surprised he was as sane as he was.\" He thought back to the grimoire left in his office. \"And now we have the Mad King's magic book. I'd never dealt with magic before I touched the damn thing. Now as time passes, supernatural incidents seem to be happening more and more frequently. Does a similar fate await me?\" He looked to Kirk. \"Will you run away and leave me to die?\"\n\n\"No...\" Kirk responded uncomfortably.\n\n\"Well, at least pirates aren't known to frequent the valley of Ib. It might be difficult to get their ships over the mountains.\" Dennon said, taking a sip of his drink as the front door opened, where Leah entered and flashed a sealed document. Kirk sighed in relief at the change of subject.\n\n\"Mail for the king and queen.\" She said with a bright smile, bringing it to Dennon.\n\n\"Wait.\" Lucrezia interrupted, appearing in the parlor from a hallway. \"Let Kirk open it.\"\n\n\"Why me?\" Kirk asked.\n\n\"If it's poisoned, I'd rather it be you.\" She said wryly.\n\nDennon grabbed the letter in annoyance and broke the seal. After reading a moment, he held it up for the group to see. \"We've been invited to a pre-council dinner this evening. The message was rather full of misspellings, but the seal is definitely from Grunewald castle.\"\n\n\"How generous.\" The queen said with an unsubtle hint of sarcasm. \n\n\"We can bring additional guests as well. Kirk, you can come. Leah, as thanks to you and your father for opening your home to us, we'd love to take you along. Do you think your father would be—\" \n\n\"Yes, yes, please yes.\" James Pinewood belted out excitedly, revealing where he had been listening from the kitchen. He then rushed into the parlor. \"It would be an honor.\"\n\nDennon smiled. \"I suppose we all have some preparing to do, then.\"\n\n. . .\n\n\"This is exciting!\" James said as the group rode together in the freshly cleaned carriage.\n\n\"Very exciting...\" Leah echoed, placing her hand on Kirk's thigh. The antiquities dealer didn't seem to notice, but Dennon saw all of it as he sat across from them.\n\n\"Have you ever been to the castle before, James?\" Lucrezia asked.\n\n\"No. Unfortunately. I've been by it many times, but they usually keep it pretty closed off to the public.\"\n\n\"It has a low bar to clear if it wants to be the best Taemarian castle I've ever visited,\" Dennon joked, referencing the brief stays he'd had in Castle Merovingian. Anticipation for the dinner had taken off his mind the previous day's encounter with a mage.\n\n. . .\n\nTheir carriage pulled up in front of the castle and they all climbed out before it rolled on to be unloaded, since the plan was to stay at the castle. The queen was first to reach the check-in point. \n\n\"Queen Lucrezia Scheer and guests,\" She declared, smiling. \n\n\"Thank you, your highness,\" The dinner staff member said, gesturing her on.\n\nDennon's pride was disturbed at being lumped in as a \"Guest.\" When the rest of the group had moved on, he stayed behind a moment. \"King Dennon Bigsby has also arrived,\" He added.\n\n\"King? I didn't vote for you,\" Said the staff member, laughing at his own joke. Dennon inhaled deeply and ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth before turning to walk on. \"Uh, we graciously accept tips, sir,\" He said, holding out his hand.\n\n\"Tips...? You're joking. You didn't ask her,\" Said Dennon, angrily pointing at his wife ahead.\n\n\"She's the queen.\"\n\n\"A long night.\" Dennon muttered, pulling a couple coins from his pouch. \"This is going to be a long night.\" He made the *Generously offered* Donation before rejoining the group as they made their way to the dining hall.\n\n. . ."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Simple, straight to the point. I like it.\" Danico said with a half smile, his body language going back to a more casual tone. \"But don't get too hasty. No point making a deal like this if you're just going to throw yourself into danger.\" Danico reached back into the pouch at his side, taking out a few pieces of paper with writing on it. One page contained a drawing of two animals- one adult and one young, the young animal circled. Across the top noted the name; \"Owl Griffin\". The second piece of paper notes the behaviour, morphology and ways to track the adult Owl Griffin. The final piece has a simple map of central Terresol, with a circle over a general area. \"This feather belongs to the mother. I, however, want the child.\" Danico pushes over the three pages before continuing. \"I originally heard there was an Owl Griffin child in a forest in Terresol, following this lead, I managed to estimate its mother's location being somewhere around here..\" He says as he places a gloved finger on the circle on the third piece of paper. \"However, you have to understand, this isn't something I can do- not because I am unwilling or uncapable. Rather, I am unmanned and unarmed. I am not a fighter nor do I have people to send on an errand like this.\"\n\nAs he speaks, a convoy of assumedly guests for the feast and council begin to make their way through the streets nearby- the sounds of their horses and guards clatter against the coble path. \"Ahh, it appears the evenings festivities shall be at hand soon.\" Danico fiddles with the pouch he pulled the notes from, as well as a bag by his side, assuring he has everything needed to prepare properly for the feast, returning his attention to the conversation at hand, tapping his fingers against the table softly. \"Let me give a few words of advice. First, this isn't something to be taken lightly. I'm sure the local lords and ladies won't take kindly to poachers taking local wildlife- especially wildlife as rare as the animal I'm after.\" His focus sharpens as the conversation continues. \"Secondly, where there is a baby, odds are there's a mother. Which is why you'll need a group. Run into trouble with the mother, rest assured you won't make it out on your own. Griffins can be vicious beasts, more so than bears. If you prepare properly you should be more than capable of doing what I ask.\" \n\nHis posture relaxes once more as he takes a hold of the bag, placing it on the table in preperation to get up. \"Have you any questions?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Romanovs\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n \n\"I'm not very keen on Taemarian cuisine. When I lived here, I nearly starved for two years,\" Sir Heath Romanov said gruffly as he fastened his gold cufflinks. The Romanovs had resigned to drinking in their tent until the evening's festivities. King Daniel briskly got ready and then shut himself back into the carriage until it was time for them to go into the castle.\n \n\"You haven't been keen on any food ever since you died,\" Aleks remarked, already dressed before his siblings. He lounged in a chair, pulling from a flask. He extended it to Heath, who received it gratefully.\n \n\"You'll displace whatever feelings you have regarding food this evening. We are *Grateful* Guests in their castle and we are not going to make the same blunders that the North already has before the council. Being in Gregor's good graces is of our upmost concern tonight,\" Queen Elle said. She wore a stunning scarlet gown with silver beadwork. Her golden curls fell down to her waist in loose curls and her lips were stained a berry red. \"We can complain about whatever they feed us on the carriage ride home,\" She added.\n \n\"Do you hear that, Aleks? If you so much as pout when you get sprayed by hog's blood, the queen will have your head,\" Heath said, tipping back the flask. Aleks grunted and stood.\n \n\"The Northshore has never been accused of lack of decorum during royal events,\" Aleks said, smacking the back of Heath's head, causing him to nearly choke on his drink.\n\nOnce the Romanov clan was sufficiently dressed in their fine clothing, they exited the tent to meet King Daniel outside. He stood stoically outside the tent, next to what appeared to be a hot pink creampuff.\n\nPrince Nickles donned a large, layered pink hat with a brim so large it concealed his face unless he tilted his head up. He was engulfed in a matching pink dress with gigantic cap sleeves that made him appear as though he had the wings of a fairy. His cheeks were painted rouge and his lips stained bright pink. Heath took one look at him and drained the rest of the contents of the flask.\n\n\"At least we won't lose sight of that one,\" Heath muttered to Aleks, who choked back a laugh.\n\n\n\nThe Feyorians entered the dining hall of Grunewald castle, the candlelight gleaming off their hair and jewels. The hall had been decorated beautifully, a surprise considering the typical state of the Grunewalds affairs. From what King Daniel could see, the Ibethelians and a few non-royals were already there. He glanced back and saw to his dismay that the Romanovs had already left his side and were by the windows, being served blood wine by an ancient looking servant.\n\n\"I hope they don't debone the hog before they serve it to us,\" Prince Nickles said from down by King Daniel's knees. He bounced up and down excitedly, making his sleeve caps flutter. Then, he gasped. \"Who is that?\"\n\nDaniel looked over to the man Nickles was motioning to. \"King Dennon Bigsby of Ibethiel, I believe.\"\n\n\"I love him,\" Nickles clutched his heart. He floated into Dennon's line of sight and began to wink erratically."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nThe Marvelous Malefactor\nVallen, Taemar\n\nShe listened carefully as he educated her on the specific beast she was to find, pleased when he provided multiple papers with drawings of owl Griffey's and a map of Terrasol. She wondered why this man was unable to retrieve it but that was soon answered when he finished up on his request. She placed her fingers on each piece of paper before dragging them closer for her to read, noticing this would be a lot more difficult than she had originally planned. Even though Marsila had no idea how she would manage to form a small group in such a small amount of time, she was determined enough to try.\n\n\"I do have a few questions but I am willing to wait until after the council to ask. I won't waste any more of your time, for now.\" She would spend her time remaining in the tavern while she waited for the council to finish, wanting to burn as much information as she could from the paper to her memory. There was no telling whether or not she would lose these pieces of paper during her hunt.\n\nCecilia Lyanah\nVallen, Taemar\n\nSeveral daggers of varying sizes were laid out against the blood soaked floor in a crescent line in front of the shifter. She had taken her dress off after arriving from her visit to the islander camp before bathing in a tub to rid herself of filth that covered her entire body. Now, she stood in the middle of the dining room wearing a male's undershirt and braies, uncomfortable with how *Clean* She smelt. The sleeves and collar had been snipped with one of the blades, leaving only a thin bloodstained straps of material over each of her shoulders. Over the clothing she wore, Cecilia had tightened multiple threads of rope around her ribs and thighs to support the blades she would hide against her body. After wrapping her arms in torn woollen fabric while making sure the thick strands covered as much skin as possible, the shifter lowered to one knee and began sorting the daggers. \n\nThe daggers with the blades longer than the size of her hand were dismissed and placed in a pile along with the handles that were too bulky for her taste. Once she found three daggers that were to her liking, Cecilia placed one against each thigh before sliding the last blade under the rope below her chest, the handle snug between her breast with the tip facing downwards. She didn't mind the occasional sting as the sharpened edges sliced into the material and then her skin, knowing her wounds would heal instantly. A winter gown was soon after placed above the outfit she wore, the long sleeves successfully hiding the white fabric covering her arms. \n\nOnce Cecilia completed her look, she made sure to comb the knots from her hair as it looked like a bird had attempted to use the strands for a nest. Knowing her jagged cut locks that fell below her shoulders would prevent her from looking her best, the shifter twisted her hair before wrapping it in a bun while pinning down the loose strands that refused to listen. Now she was ready for the feast.\n\n- - - - - - \n\nCecilia managed to fib her way into the dining hall, claiming to be a representative for the De lancret house. She was amazed at how simple the staff made her entrance and was relieved at how crowded the hall seemed to be as it was not only nobles but guests that attended. As long as she made no attraction towards herself, not a single person would hopefully notice how out of place she truly was. \n\n\"I blame the Grunewalds.\" She whispered silently to herself while taking a wine glass from one of the servers passing with a circular tray. Bringing it to her lips, her nose scrunched towards the bitter smell and took a small sip. The smell matched the pungent flavour as she attempted to wash it down with her saliva. Even though she didn't agree with the taste, Cecilia kept the wine with her and occasionally sipped while studying the crowd, noticing a couple familiar faces and many new. One person definitely stood out as they roamed the dining hall, the pink dress and hat difficult to ignore. Shaking her head softly at the atrocity, her gaze shifted between each person that stood near the pink fairy until they landed on the one person she didn't want to murder in cold blood. Not that she hadn't before. \n\n*Time hasn't aged you well.* \n\nIt was a lie ofcourse."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Ha. It's much appreciated.\" He replies, taking his bag under his arm as he prepares to make his leave. \"Oh, how could I. The Name's Danico, by the way.\" The mask is sidled back onto his muzzle, once again covering his nose and mouth, reaching into the pouch on his side to pull out a long, thin bundle of dried weeds. With a quick click of his fingers, a small spark ignites at the end of his index finger, pressing it against the end of the bundle to ignite the end. After waving his gloved hand to prevent said glove from catching fire, the bundle is pushed through the side of his mask, igniting the contents within once again before rubbing out the bundle on the ceramic plate still resting on the table. \"Oh, I'm going to need the second page back when you're done. That's valuable research.\" He remarks, placing the softly smoking bundle back in his pouch as he takes his leave.\n\n...\n\nDanico Felrantres\nGrunewald Castle\nVallen, Taemar\n\nDanico arrived at the castle in finer clothes than he normally wore from within the bag he carried; he wore a red set of clothes- Long pants with a large black abdomen belt, a white shirt and long red jacket. The jacket had bright yellow floral patterns around the raised collar, shoulders and upper chest portion, with a yellow trim running down the inner seams and button holes. He wielded a simple wooden cane with a carving of a crows beak protruding from the handle of the cane. The handle could be twisted to reveal a small, ten centimeter dagger. Though not his intention, a man occasionally has to defend himself. He had worn this set at times before, though this time there was a new trinket on display; a small necklace with a deep-green gem embedded in its oval plate. A trinket obtained through the time he had spent out of touch with the rest of the world- a tale he'd hope to not have to explain tonight. In fact, this feast was the last place he wished to be, crowds were never his favorite. \n\nHowever, after swallowing the bulge building in his throat, Danico approached the guard at the check in point. \"Danico Felrantres. Alchemist\" Looking incredibly uncomfortable in the clothes he wore, the alchemist adjusted his jacket and tightened up on the cane. \"Oh, yes. Good evening Mr Felrantres.\" The guard waved him through as a dinner staff member comes to guide him in. He walks in, cane in hand, head high and mask ablaze. A special scent leaves the mask this night- A fragrant mix of Cherro Herbs, Bherent Grass and a couple other bits and pieces. This mix creates a scent that's very floral, has a spice that tickles the nose and has a soothing aroma. An unusual mix kept for special occasions.\n\nWaved in by the dinner staff, Danico nods to the girl as thanks before entering. Not making any sort of scene and trying to keep to himself as much as possible, the alchemist jumps straight to surveying all the guests currently in attendance. Noblemen and women, royals, wealthy, the usual. There was a notable little girl in a fairytale outfit- a sight that made Danico sigh with relief over not standing out the most that night, though that sigh was short lived as a familiar face made Danico's heart jump out of his throat.. \n\n...*\"Cecilia...\"*"
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nDining Hall of Grunewald Castle in Vallen, Taemar**\n\nDennon stood a few feet away from the people with whom he had arrived, stewing over having been forced to tip an unfunny servant. However, the man did seem to be earning it. Greeting the guests seemed to be only one of his many duties. Between arrivals, he also ran to other stations to serve drinks, clean messes, and do nearly every other task one would normally hire a team of event staff for. From a distance, he thought he heard someone call him 'Kenneth' or something along that line.\n\nThe king eventually became aware that he was being watched by a someone that appeared a bit too tall to be a fairy, despite the spot-on aesthetic. \"Can I help you?\" Dennon asked of the rapidly blinking child, wondering if it was dry eyes or if it was a matter of being touched by \"Royal blood.\" If the latter, he'd be able to cross off inbreeding from his Council of Marin BINGO Card ™."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nThe Castle Gates\n\n\"Oi. Council members and attendees only.\" \n\nArin could see his chances fading quickly. He frowned and looked at the guard whose attention to detail might have fucked him harder than the one time he visited a brothel in Araedia. \"I'm invited. I put my invitation in my pocket. Hold on.\" He said, fumbling through his bag and pockets. A sudden realization hit him like a sack of potatoes, and he turned on one heel and stumbled before dashing through the crowd. \n\n\"Oops.\" \n\n\"Fuck. I'm so sorry.\"\n\n\"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.\" He said, tripping as a little kid laughed and moved his leg. Arin would have given the little shit a taste of his own medicine had he had more time. He began running again, the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the vacant streets. He made his way through the winding streets, almost stepping in horse shit, pig shit, human shit... Human shit? \n\n\"What the fuck?\" He said, running past it and sliding to a stop on a slick stone outside the tavern. He made his way inside and ran to his room, grabbing the slip of paper lying on the table. He made his way back outside and began running again, making his way towards the castle. \n\nA line of people had began to form, and Arin squeezed his way through, fighting his way back to the guard standing at the gate. \n\n\"What now? I've already sent you away once.\" The man said, before Arin pulled out the beautiful letter. \n\n\"Shit, I'm sorry... Mister... Arin Cragton? Who the fuck are you? But you may enter.\" The guard said, allowing Arin to enter and approach the castle. Arin adjusted the expensive jacket and walked forward, settling his breath and acting as if he were one of these people that were around him. He noticed the boy whose face had plagued his dreams and frowned before walking into the hall and trying to immerse himself with the crowd."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King, Bradai Maith and Retinue\n\nThe Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n The Pirate King's retinue was small and innocuous. The guards were dressed in typical Islander style, with thick black trench coats and colorful sashes, complete with a small supply of crossbows. Bradai watched as the mound of crossbows began to build behind the guards as they laboriously searched for his name on the abysmally short guest list. They looked like hired hands. Any attempt to make conversation with them failed, they seemed more concerned with the rings on his fingers. In any case, they looked threatening which in Taemar, was a good thing. The last thing he needed was another Cecilia incident. \n The castle hadn't changed very much since his last visit, save for the nest. The nest had mysteriously disappeared. Bradai considered its whereabouts briefly before marveling at what appeared to be a perfectly normal dinner party. He recognized near everyone milling around, and in that moment he realized just how much he had missed being in a court. He appeared to be the only one with bodyguards, and upon seeing that no one else was being flanked, dismissed all but two of them to enjoy the festivities soberly.\n\nOllie gave a nod to one of the guards, and the two descended on the casks of blood wine the Grunewalds had brought out. The two he kept stayed to his right and left. He watched as his sister descended the stairs, one hand on the railing to keep herself steady. For the first time he could recall, she wasn't wearing a single belt. Her hair, usually red and wild was held up by two silver hairsticks, topped with two small globes of jade. She wore a flowing silken dress with wide sleeves that came open on her chest, revealing a swath of golden, freckled skin. Thick silver clasps kept her black cloak in place. Although the dress ran to the ground, he could still hear the thick tapping of her leather boots. Bradai had known that Odette would do a good job with her, but this was a little much for his tastes. She towered over the other women. Almost immediately, she came up to him, raising her eyebrows.\n\n\"Whaddye think, Bradai?\"\n\nThe Pirate King moved a hand through his beard, \"I think as long as you don't tear it off 'alfway frough tha dinner, we might get out of vhis alive. Everything is...\" His eyes scanned the room briefly before returning to her, \"'s normal. Vhose 'ired 'ands look good enuff. And...\" He pursed his lips, nodding slowly, \"We actually look 'alfway respectable. Your dress might actually get you in wiff tha ovher ladies. Now...\" Bradai held out his hand and into it Gitten suppliated a hairstick. He stuffed it in his overcoat and nodded. \n\nThe two exchanged quick thanks and went off to the separate sides of the party, hoping to get some light conversation in before dinner."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "The Whylder Brothers\nThe Castle Grunewald\n\n\"Kharlye! I believe this party to be one of those newfangled kinds, you know?\" Mercurio was overjoyed at the whole situation, it's not often that Mercurio could display his inescapable charm. \n\n\"What exactly do you mean, newfangled kind, Merc?\" Kharlyle's migraine had not yet gone away. Above the dinner party, the brothers gazed down at the guests from the mezzanine. Kharlyle could remember back to when the pair were just children in Taemar, when their parents would attend dinner parties, not unlike these, they would scurry like privileged rats to the mezzanine to watch. It was different now, there were twelve armed guards escorting them now, it was less of a covert operation. \n\nMerc leaned over the railing with his operatic telescope in hand. \"Oh you know what I mean Lyle, you're allowed to take anything you'd like. You just need to call it a party favor, I think\"\n\nLyle was about to write the idea off as ramblings, until glints of precious metal hit his gaze. \"Aye Merc, it's something to consider\" Kharlyle sat back in his chair, the shadow of the unlit ceiling above him obscured his face to anyone below. Merc was clearly seen, adorned in his most lavish purple robes, red feathers sprouting from his cap. This is what he imagined the modern Taemarian looked like, he was only trying to fit in. \"Merc, maybe you'd like to go down there and socialize. I would, but it's difficult to keep up the facade of interest, with the sensation of a pick axe grinding into your skull.\"\n\nMercurio turned back to his brother. \"The night is young brother, I plan to have every guest charmed out of their wits by the end of tonight. I will need no head start.\" The offer clearly tempted Merc, though he was trying to hide it. \"And besides, who else would keep my brother company?\" Merc began to lean quite heavily on the railing behind him, the worn down dowels of wood began to look frail under Mercurio's weight. It was obvious that Merc longed to charm the masses, but his familial bond was keeping him away. \n\n\"Alright Merc, you're right, you don't really *Need* To interact with these people until after Len does what he needs to. That's my plan at least.\" Kharlyle observed Merc leaning excessively on the railing, now physically bent backwards. \"Merc, if you're not careful, you'll break that railing.\"\n\n\"Oh me brother? I could never, I am but the most careful.\" Mercurio dug his heel into the carpet and forced his back into the railing, audible cracks rang out. \n\n\"Merc what the fuc-\" Before Kharlyle could finish his thought, the railing gave way and Merc sprang a full two stories down in free fall. It was fair to say that Kharlyle was not expecting this.\n\nMerc's actions were innate. In air, he did a full backflip onto a table, almost certainly attracting a majority of the room's attention. He stood straight, one of the railing's dowels in his hand. He ran a hand through his hair and faced his audience. \n\n\"THE FAIR KING OF NORTHWIND MERCURIO WHYLDER HAS GRACED YOU ALL WITH HIS PRESENCE!\" He shot a seductive gaze to a random woman in the room, one finger gun extended. Merc had found his element."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Kenmath Vaugh\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"NEIN!\" Kenmath screamed as the King of Northwind fell from the sky and scuffed The Gutting Table. He tore through the crowd of silken gowns and gripped the edge of the table with his scraggly fingers. \"IMPROPER DINNER ETIQUETTE!\" He cried before upturning the table and sending the boisterous royal tumbling backwards. \n\nKing Gregor boomed with laughter from the other side of the room and held his wine goblet high, causing some of the liquid to slosh over the side and trickle down his arm. \"The Fair King of Northwind, ladies and gentlemen!\" He said before downing the goblet. The crowd seemed momentarily perplexed, providing a bit of scattered laughter before going back to their conversations. \n\nPrincess Walburga watched from a dark corner of the room, held up by frayed ropes like a marionette. \"*UoooUaaagh*,\" She said, taking a liking to the man from Northwind. She hoped father would arrange for them to meet. \n\nKenmath frantically scrubbed the table with a rag he unearther from his pocket. \"This table is specifically for gutting the hog!\" He moaned, his skinny arms working tirelessly to get out the scuff marks that the king of Northwind caused. He would kill the next person to disrupt his perfect dinner party."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen.\n\nDays of neverending travel passed by, as the young Lady rode with her two companions. The maid and the guard didn't really get along, but Anna liked them both. He was quiet and too serious on occasion, but Anna believed he was a nice person inside; she got little information from him, but enough to start building a friendship, as much as he tried to stop her.\n\nThe maid, somewhat stubborn but loyal and sweet, had never left Anna's side at any given second. The Lady really appreciated her, as such a good friend and companion was what she needed most in such a situation.\n\n...\n\nThe trio had been separated into a duo a mere couple days ago, damned be those ambushers. Both remaining women, dressed in the riding traveling gowns Pippin had packed before they left, approached the castle gates. They both rode the same horse.\n\nAnna got down of the horse and walked to the guards. She was covered head to toe in dirt, her black hair stick to her face due to the sweat, her clothes were a bit torn and dirty as well as the borrowed coat she wore. \n\n\"Halt\" One of the guards ordered, as he shot her a suspicious look. Amidst the silence of the place, the sound of arrows being drawed back by guards above \"Identify yourself\"\n\n\"I-I...\" She swallowed hard, feeling intimidated. She striked her most regal position as she cleared her throat \"I am Lady Anna Barrmount, I come to the council\"\n\nThe guards shared a look and laughed briefly, leaving her speechless.\n\n\"Okay kid, good try. The one invited is the other Barrmount, for your information... \" There was such mockery in his voice that it made tears dwell in Anna's eyes \"Next time you try to sneak in, at least try to look decent. Now leave\"\n\n\"N-no... No, no!\" She cried out in disbelief \"You don't understand! I-\" She grabbed his arm as she tried to explain, but was cut off by the slap across her face that threw her to the floor.\n\nPippin helped her back up again, and Anna had to stop her from lashing out at the guard.\n\nEvery event that she had to endure in the last month built a sudden rage inside her, a rage that ignited with that slap. What came next seemed absurd, given her small frame in comparison to the guard, but there she was grabbing his shirt with both her hands and pulling him down to her eye level.\n\n\"Listen to me!\" She vociferated like she had never before \"I am Lady Anna Barrmount, second daughter of Yaron Barrmount and sister of the now Head of the house Lady Sibyl Barrmount! Who I had to abandon in our! Brother's! Funeral!\" There were tears staining her pale cheeks, but not a pinch of hesitation in her voice \"Because that damned Vivayn and the Scagerllys were at our door! With their army!\" The guard started to believe her as he saw the determination and slight flicker of fierceness in her icy eyes \"I've lost two horses and one of my men on the way here, and you are going to let me in! RIGHT. NOW. Understood?!\"\n\nThe guard signaled the rest to lower their weapons as she let go of his clothes.\n\n\"May you excuse me, Lady Anna. Be welcome, I will go announce your arrival\"\n\n\"Thank you\"\n\nAs soon as she and her maid were inside and alone, her legs almost gave out under her. She used Pippin and the closest wall as support. \n\n\"Oh gods what did I just do?! He could have killed us\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nEscort from Terresol\nVallen, Taemar\n\nLord Hecate was a naive man, easily manipulated, and only interested in his own survival. He didn't hold a house guard large enough to pose a threat to anyone, and his voice was too quiet and meek to be heard by anyone he wished to listen. He was a pathetic man, and he was not Demetri's Lord.\n\nA Baker's dozen acolytes were sent out by his superior to intercept the man on the road. They were ordered to use him to get into Taemar by any means necessary, luckily to didn't come to that. The wagon was ambushed and the 13 dark clad men overwhelmed the half-rate guard in less than three minutes. Lord Hecate was on his knees before Demetri opened the door.\n\nAnd now, things were finally falling into place.\n\nDemetri stood in front of a large, ornate mirror. The gilded frame was marked with multiple depictions of laughing and crying faces, in between tangled vines. He admired his reflection, taking in every detail as he began to dress himself.\n\n*\"If nothing else, you must desire yourself. For only once you understand being desired may you truly seek your own.\"*\n\n\"And may I know it.\" The rehearsed response floated from his lips, even though the tenet was only spoken in his mind.\n\nHe ran his hands over the bright white linen adorning his torso, a damp towel, before running a side of it against his temple vigorously. Bathing constantly wasn't required, but it's something Demetri felt necessary, so necessary he always traveled with a large brass tub in which he would soak for hours. But tonight he had a date.\n\nThe boy folded his towel neatly on his bed before turning back to his mirror and locking eyes with himself. His lean, pale fingers clung to a white shirt, and he donned it with the same large flourishes you would use on a Cape, his fingers fastening the snaps with the ease of practice. It was then that Hecate decided to interrupt.\n\n\"My Lo-\" He cleared his throat, \"Sir, I have some concerns about the dinner party tonight.\"\n\n\"Then speak, Francis. I would not have you linger while I change.\" He didn't look away from his eyes, but watched the feeble lord with his peripheral vision. The man was uncomfortable in Demetri's presence, and the lack of clothing only made him shiver more.\n\n\"What if they find out something is going on?\" Hecate was smart, he knew his place but also could put two and two together. But Demetri was smarter.\n\n\"Then you will tell them the truth.\"\n\n\"What is the truth?\"\n\n\"That nothing is going on. I'm hungry, Hecate, I wish to dine on something besides what your pitiful pantry has to offer, and my lord wishes to greet these royals of Taemar personally.\" He wasn't lying, not completely. He was a vessel for his lord's will and by meeting them through him, it will be just the same.\n\nHecate wrung his hands together, a thought troubling him.\n\n\"You have until I finish changing to say what you will.\" Demetri's voice was cold as he slipped on his slacks, the dark purple fabric swallowing up the contrast of his white shirt as he tucked the loose ends into their places before fastening the ties. His shoes were a simple slip on design, meant for decorating and not to be fastened tightly, they were essentially slippers. His coat was next, the symbol. \n\nDemetri was a religious leader, not a body guard. His purpose here was to serve his Lord, not this weasel, and his coat depicted that. The green vines outlined by gold on a deep royal blue seemed almost chaotic in its layout, but that was a product of design, the eyes were meant to follow the vines, all of which leading up to the face, His face.\n\nIt was after his coat fell on his shoulders that Hecate spoke.\n\n\"I know you're up to something, sir. I'm not daft, but please just promise that your deal ends with me. Leave my precious, Elania out of this.\" Hecate looked up from his feet for the first time as Demetri revealed a cedar box.\n\nHe lifted the lid slowly to reveal the final piece of his attire.\n\nAnd like everyone who was reading this probably already guessed, yes it's a masquerade mask. Woo. Big reveal. Yawn.\n\nAnyways,\n\nDemetri lifted the heavy piece of brass, his fingertips gently touching either side of it as he brought it up to his eyes. It was custom made with a special form of magic, the metal almost liquefying on his skin before solidifying to the form of his face. It was then that Demetri, stopped looking into his own eyes and turned on Hecate, a cold fury in his voice.\n\n\"You would enact your desires on another being without knowing their own!?\" It was the first time Hecate had heard the man's voice above a whisper. \"You would force your child to follow a path that she did not willingly choose her own!? Through me you were given a choice, Francis. And like me you made that choice. You desired your own life over the security of your own country, if you wished this to end you know you could have made that choice. You have committed the greatest of sins by thinking this way, Francis. I shall pray for you, but please do not bring this up again.\"\n\nHecate had cowered during the vicious barrage of words and fury coming from the man, his hands raised as he fell almost to his knees. Demetri took his hand and raised him up.\n\n\"Forgive me, Lord-\" A smack across the face, \"S-sir Demetri! I will not broach the topic again.\"\n\n\"As you desire.\" Demetri whispered.\n\n\"And may I know it.\" The response brought a smile to Demetri's face.\n\nThe two men left the tent together, flanked by Demetri's followers under the guise of Hecate's guard and made off to the feast in a carriage.\n\nThe carriage, designed for a man and a child, was cramped, and the terrible quality of medieval roads did not help, so Demetri was relieved once they finally arrived at their destination.\n\nThe jostling left his legs wobbly upon exiting, making him very glad of the cane all members of his religion were instructed to carry, using it heavily as a walking stick as they entered.\n\n\"Lord Francis Hecate of Rikolto, and Escort Demetri Troiarus.\" The crier announced, and Demetri soaked in the temporary attention it gave him. Hecate had his own purpose, and Demetri bid him adieu as he went off towards the Grunewalds in greeting. He took in a long, deep breath, before setting out to find what he most desired, a god damn tiny sausage on a stick."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nGrunewald Castle, Valen.\n\nIt had been so easy to fake the symptoms of the common cold, and necessary too. She had received an urgent message from the lodge, and she had to answer it inmediatly.\n\nAfter the reply got sent, the sorceress looked at herself in the mirror of her tavern room. It had been way too long since she last looked decent.\n\n\"Well, I can't go into a Castle looking like a mere maid, can I dear?\" She asked the raven perched on the nearby chair, to which the animal tilted it's head to the side herraticaly.\n\nThank the Mother she had brought her emergency gown.\n\n...\n\nThe castle halls were empty as a cemetery at night. Sneaking in had been so easy Belladonna couldn't quite believe it. Idiots.\n\nShe didn't quite know where she was going though, as every corner was exactly the same as the rest.\n\n\"Miss!\" A guard surprised her as she rounded yet another corner of the halls \"What are you doing here?\"\n\nHe seemed to be too suspicious, so it was time for the show.\n\n\"Oh! Thank the heavens!\" She dramatically threw herself in his arms, with her best distressed expression plastered all over her face \"A man has been following me!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Yes! With such ill intent...\" She sniffed as a tear formed in her eye \"I got lost while trying to run away, but here you are to save me sir!\"\n\nThe guard cleared her throath, as he finally peeled his eyes away from her *Attributes*, and fixed his posture.\n\n\"Of course, I will not let him harm such a fine lady. Where is he?\"\n\n\"Oh so strong and brave! That way, that way!\"\n\nHe barely took a couple steps towards the corridor she pointed to when he felt a sting in his neck and fell unconscious to the floor.\n\n\"Oh dear, how could you buy that?\" Bella muttered to herself as she discarded the rose thorn she used and walked away.\n\n...\n\nFinally, she made her way through the castle, straight to the dinning hall. It wasn't hard to spot Lady Surany, as her gown and herself stood out in the crowd.\n\nThe sorceress walked among the people as if she was a natural, ignoring the looks she got from her ballgown. Vibrant blue adornated with silver roses, with the outstanding bust she was used to wear. Her dark brown hair cascaded down in perfectly groomed waves and framing her face.\n\n\"You look dashing tonight, my Lady\" She discreetly said to Surany's ear. Bella stood behind the Lady of the Wine, speaking to her as soon as the sorceress saw her free of company.\n\nWhen the Lady looked at her, she smiled, her lips tainted of her favorite red."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"I didn't know Northwind had a king,\" Lord Aleks Romanov scoffed as the man's flame was quickly snuffed out by the Grunewald's rickety old servant.\n\n\"That's not a king,\" Heath muttered back, peeling his eyes away from the commotion and redirecting his attention back to his booze. His nose crinkled and he glanced up. \"*What* Is that smell?\"\n\n\"Islander stink?\" Aleks offered, smirking into his goblet. \n\n\"No... It's less wet dog, more... Dog who rolled around in the remains of a bog body,\" Heath said. His eyes scanned the crowd, going over the redheaded islanders, the pale faces of the north, and finally settling on the mangy mutt herself. Heath grinned broadly and made a beeline to the woman. \"Cecilia, I thought they tied their hogs to the ceiling *Prior* To dinner beginning and yet here you are.\"\n\nPrince Nickles Ramsalot III\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"You can help me in more ways than one,\" Prince Nickles replied, extended a gloved hand and clutching Dennon's fingers. He laughed coquettishly and yanked Dennon down so that his spine bent and his face was level with his. \"I heard you have a way with Scheer women.\" \n\n\"Ah, YES! THE ENTERTAINMENT HAS ARRIVED!\" Gregor announced from somewhere in the dining hall. A trio of malnourished looking musicians, all sporting black rings around their eyes, began to play their peculiar looking string instruments. Their droning in a minor key adding another unsettling layer to the ambience. Nickles swayed to their music.\n\n\"My mother is a Scheer. Adelaine? Maybe you've heard of her?\" Nickles continued, tightening his grip on Dennon's fingers, \"I just wanted to thank you for keeping my throne warm. It must be hard with that flat ass of yours.\"\n\nThe music picked up its pace and Nickles swayed faster to keep up, all while maintaining his grip on Dennon. He would scream if Dennon tried to fight it. He would scream as loud as he could. It would be hard to ignore a little boy dressed in vibrant pink, screaming bloody murder. \n\n\"Oh, and if you ever impregnate that vile aunt of mine, I will personally gouge the fetus out and put it in a jam jar,\" Nickles whispered. He laughed harder this time, dozens of octaves lower than previously."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nIt came as a relief to her when the man who declared himself as the king of Northwood came tumbling from above, pulling all the attention to himself including her own. An amused smile tugged at the corner of her lips, doing her best to not laugh at the scene before returning her gaze to the Romanov she missed. His sister and brother on the other hand, she could care less about. The smile soon dropped the moment he spoke, not due to his comment towards her appearance at the dinner but for calling out her name. \n\n\"I was going to question how much of an idiot you are but you answered that for me. Seriously? You could have lowered your voice when you say my name, or simply not speak a word of it.\" She glared with an irritated facade until she couldn't help break it with a grin. \"I'm glad to see you. It has been a while.\"\n\nAs she greeted heath, Cecilia's eyes began to drift over the packed bodies that began to fill the dining hall. She noticed that in the split moment she had been distracted, the islander camp had already made their way into the hall before dispersing into the crowd, making it difficult to spot the king."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nAn Uncomfortable Situation in Vallen, Taemar**\n\nDennon smiled, indulging the little girl in pink despite the unpleasant invasion of his personal space. \"Child of Adeline Scheer. A *Son* If I remember correctly. You certainly talk like a Scheer.\" Dennon said patronizingly. \"My, you look surprisingly youthful for a young *Man* Of... How old would you be now? 23?\" He chuckled to himself before dramatically lowering his voice. \"Though don't worry, I don't think the last part will be an issue anytime soon.\" He looked around worried someone might have overheard that. \"But we are trying.\" He added quickly, more for any eavesdroppers than the child he was currently facing.\n\n\"Do you have any more impressions?\" Dennon asked. \"I hear a child Lord died in the Witherlands recently. That's topical. How is the ice harvest going up there, Lord Rodrick?\" He glanced around looking for whoever the child might belong with. \"Where are your parents, seriously?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nHeath's brows flicked up. \"Oh, is that right? So what am I supposed to call you?\" He asked, \"Calm down, there's music playing and wine flowing. No one can hear.\" He noticed her gaze flicker over to the Islanders. \"I wouldn't,\" He murmured, mind flashing back to Cecilia soaring through the sky as a bird many years ago, knife clutched in her talons. She would have been a much more deadly force, had her brain not been the size of a peanut.\n\n\nPrince Nickles\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nPrince Nickles blinked up at Dennon. He raised a hand to clutch the brim of his hat, razor blades at the ready. \"I do not do dead little pricks. I heard Lord Rodrick licked a rat and that's how he got the plague. Dirty northerners.\"\n\n\"*The dinner festivities will officially commence in half an hour. Until then, drink and be merry*,\" The woman musician announced after their song came to a stuttered halt. She struck a cigarette and puffed on it thrice before leaving it between her lips so that she could take the lead in the next piece. \n\n\"I am a son. I can prove it to you, if you'd like,\" Nickles added, blood running down his wrist as the blades cut into the palm of his hand. \"I can prove it real nice like.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nAn Increasingly More Uncomfortable Situation in Vallen, Taemar**\n\nDennon backed away uncomfortably as the child released his hands and began to slice through her own skin. \"What the-\" He eventually bumped into the people he had arrived with a few steps back as blood dripped from the child's hand.\n\nKirk turned around and was the first to notice in the group. \"Hey kid, what are you doing to yourself there?\" He asked loudly, seeing Nickles holding the blade to the bleeding area."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Bell? Bella? It is the only name of mine that isn't common knowledge.\" She answered, turning her attention back towards Heath with a smug smirk while ignoring his last comment. Bringing the wine to her lips, Cecilia sipped more of the darkened red liquid while withholding a gag from the acidic taste. She then extended the glass towards Heath, pressing it against his chest as she was no longer interested in finishing it. \"You still like your liquor, yes?\" \n\nThe shifter was never a drinker as the taste always disgusted her. She understood why humans would drink alcoholic beverages as they loved the state of intoxication it pulled them into but unfortunately for Cecilia, she was never able to have that experience. Once again returning to her search for the pirate king, Cecilia rose onto the balls of her feet and did her best to peer over the heads of many other guests. She clicked her tongue in annoyance when she still had no visual of Bradai and focused back on Heath after hearing the announcement given by one of the musicians. \"I have to say I'm surprised the plague hasn't touched you. Have you stopped throwing yourself in danger for the attention?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\n\"You don't look much like a Bella. You're more of a... Daisy. Have you considered being a Daisy?\" He asked, taking the glass from her with a quick thanks. \"I don't know why you always taste it. You know you don't like alcohol, it makes you gag every damn time and you still taste it.\"\n\nHeath was always a drinker and taste brought him immense happiness. \"Can't you just sniff him out if you want to find him so bad?\" He asked. Cecilia must have had the Pirate King's scent memorized at this point. \"And I'm untouchable, baby. What can I say?\" He replied without missing a beat. \n\n\nPrince Nickles Ramsalot IV\nCastle of Cake, The Vined Lands\n\nNickles lowered his hand and and smeared his blood onto the front of Dennon's pants. \"May your seed only reap blood and clots. May your offspring bleed in the womb, bleed out of the womb, bleed into the ground,\" He hissed. He took a step back and beamed up at Kirk.\n\n\"I don't believe I am doing much of anything at all,\" Nickles said to the man who loudly asked. \"No, I don't believe I am doing much of anything at all. I am feeling a bit peakish, but I heard dinner will begin soon. If I should swoon, I am certain someone will come catch me.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nGrunewald Castle, Taemar \n\n\"Wishful thinking, I suppose. Plus I have tasted a lot worse.\" She replied, doing her best to not cringe at the recollection of some concoction she had been forced to drink in the past. If she dwelled on it further, sometimes the taste would appear on her tongue as the flavour burned into her subconscious. \n\n\"There are too many people in a small space. I would have to have something that belongs to him if I wanted a stronger scent to follow, which I don't.\" It came as no surprise when Heath immediately knew she had been tracking someone considering how terrible she was at hiding it. Deciding not to strain herself, Cecilia thought it was best to wait until everyone had been seated for the feast. Only then would she locate him and keep track of every step he took and words he spoke. She had to be patient. Even if it was a trait she struggled with. \"Heath. If you were untouchable, there wouldn't be a flower shaped scar carved into your body like some art piece.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan and Co.\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar**\n\nAnyanka laid with her hands crossed over her stomach, eyes on the ceiling of the room, wondering how even the _ceiling_ looked damp. \"This is foolish.\" She said finally, and the grunt of annoyance that came from the corner of the small room drew her eyes from the ceiling to the blonde. \n\n\"It's politics.\" Angelica reminded her, turning sideways to inspect the silhouette of her dress in the spotted mirror. \n\n\"It's foolish.\" Anya repeated, adjusting once more to nuzzle auburn waves into the pillow beneath her head. Everything in Taemar felt damp, and she was already tired of the _sweaty_ feeling everything had. Angelica gave a soft sigh before turning away from the mirror and moving to the bed Anya occupied. Her knee pressed into the bed, and Anya opened one eye to look at her friend. Angelica gave a look something between 'go on' and 'I'm listening', and Anya let out a soft breath. \"Does no one else see this council for what it is? _No one_ has found a solution to the plague that's rampaging cities. And so we went 'Oh, let's put all our leaders in one place so they can travel _through_ those plague ridden territories and kill each other all in one fell swoop'?\" \n\nAngelica raised a brow, \"You're Queen, why did you accept the invitation if you think this is such a bad idea?\" \n\n\"I worried it would make a statement that the Astorian and South Feyshorian leadership wasn't willing to take any measures to assure the safety of our people.\" Anya muttered, eyes returning skyward. \"But it doesn't mean I don't feel like this is all a _very_ bad idea and something terrible is going to happen to us.\"\n\nAngelica rolled her eyes, and moved further into the bed, placing her arm on the other side of her Queen's shoulder to drape herself across her. \"I think,\" She started, letting her hand brace her weight while the other moved to cup the redheads cheek, her thumb grazing her lips. \"You're worried about putting yourself on a political stage with so many of your peers.\" She mused, her voice soft, the same one she'd used to coax hesitant new-girls out of their shells in the brothel back in Kath. \"I think you're intimidated, and would rather use the convenient excuse of a plague to distance yourself from the other royalty so you don't have to worry about accidentally exposing a weakness.\" \n\nAnya pursed her lips together, looking up at Angelica and that 'I-know-you' half smile the woman gave. \"I think you're a bitch.\" Anya countered, and Angelica laughed. \n\n\"I also think you've got a fear of missing out,\" Angelica leaned forward, replacing her thumb on Anya's lips with her own. It was a graze of a kiss, lingering half there for a moment before pressing fully into a real one. Anya didn't protest, but pulled away first, turning her chin a bit to let their lips graze with the motion but blinking into a thousand yard stare. Angelica continued \"And that's why you're actually here. Not that you think there will be a cure, but some kind of fruit might come from this and you're worried our people won't get a cut if you don't play nice.\" There was a beat, and Anya looked back to her. \n\n\"Are you going to analyze me all night, or are you going to let me get dressed?\" She questioned, and Angelica smiled, moving happily from her place to let Anya pull herself from bed and head to the dress that was hanging in the corner for her.\n\n\"Besides, Romanov will be there.\" As Angelica mentioned this she laughed, and Anya turned, her brow raised.\n\n\"Are you drunk? Is that what's happening here?\" She asked, and Angelica giggled in a way that said she wasn't, but there was definitely something in her system. \"Don't embarrass me, Ange.\" Anya sighed finally, slipping into the dress with a supportive cat call from her chancellor.\n\n—\n\nWhen they arrived at the feast, the turn out was already more than she had expected it to be. They had met up with Mikhail, Stafford, Brightwater, and Armin on their way down to the feast - as Anya wanted the two Eclipse soldiers at her and Mikhail's side at all times. She'd given them instructions to stay within a six foot radius of one of the Durkhan's at all times unless instructed otherwise, Jax being appointed to her personage and Elias to Mikhail's. Eric was tasked with keeping his wife's guard. It would be good for the two Stafford's to put on appearances in a place like this. \n\nOnce she'd left their room and started towards the crowd, her nerves had lifted, as they always did. She hated the anticipation before an event, and that manifested in distain for it usually up until the moment _right_ before where it lifted. The Grunewald castle seemed less... Harsh with a party within it's walls, and Anya paused in the doorway as the Astorian and South Feyshore parties were announced. Eric and Angelica has dressed in more South Feyshorian manners than her and her guard. Captain Brightwater wore the updated eclipse uniform- grey and gold with the Durkhan emblem on his chest. Armin had been given a similar one, but had been given the opportunity to wear his pieces from the old guard uniform he maintained, should he have chosen to do so. She wore black, a dress Mikhail had picked out for her from his trip last week to Ostrava, which featured an open neck with lace delicately placed to create a moth over her chest. It hugged her hips and arms, the tight black fabric keeping the sigils on her arms from alerting anyone to their glow and how on edge she was. It's skirt split over her left thigh, and the leather garter that wrapped around her pale skin let the silver dagger reveal itself when she stepped into the room of Marin nobility."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Kirk Pinewood, Leah Pinewood\nA Different Area of the Dining Hall in Vallen, Taemar**\n\nMost of the group left the troubled child behind to deal with the pants situation while the rest went to get drinks. \"Damn kids,\" Dennon muttered as he wiped his pant legs with a cloth.\n\n\"At least you wore your dark pants. It's hardly noticeable,\" Kirk lied.\n\n\"No, it isn't,\" Leah corrected. \"You'll have to wrap your robe tighter.\"\n\n\"And you don't think that would be noticeable?!\" Dennon asked, not wanting to do it. \"It's already humid here. I will roast.\" Leah shook her head from having no other options, and Dennon sighed as he tossed each end of the robe around the front of his body. \"I would have taken Kirk's, but I doubt I could even fit my arm through his pant leg.\"\n\nJames returned with drinks and looked Dennon over. \"Are you feeling cold, your highness?\"\n\n\"Chilled to the bone,\" Dennon said sarcastically with a thinly veiled rage.\n\nMeanwhile, Lucrezia stayed on the lookout for other people they could talk to. She hadn't seen the face of the child Dennon had been talking to and was not aware of most of what had transpired between them."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Captain Jax Brightwater\nI don't even know where this is supposed to take place anymore, so fuck off.\n\n\"Everyone here is as fat as a Buttered Priest.\" Jax muttered quietly, his wide eyes glazing over the entire crowd. \n\n\"A Buttered...?\" The meek voice of his squire perked up.\n\n\"A. Buttered. Priest.\" Jax finished for him, his hands breaking the clasp in front of him to poke a friendly jab into the boy's side. \"Don't trust a man who gets fat during a crisis, lad.\"\n\nThe boy nodded and Jax turned away from him.\n\n\"Wouldn't you agree, Lady?\" Jax leaned forward slightly so the queen could hear his whispers. He was nervous, the guards at the door had made him relinquish his sword belt, and as a guard that made him naked, especially without armor on as well.\n\n*This is a social situation, Brightwater.* His inner drill instructor barked, and he shifted out of his tense state.\n\nOf course Jax was still armed, he never wasn't, but admittedly he was getting rather uncomfortable clenching a dagger between his ass cheeks."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nRight here, Taemar**\n\nAnya had been taking in the scene before her, taking note of the faces she recognized before landing on a fluff of pink. Was that decoration- _oh gods it moved_. Jax pulled her attention away from it though, and she gave a soft 'hm'? \n\n\"Agree?\" She asked, and pushed her hair behind her ear. \"My apologies, I wasn't listening, what were you talking about?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nDinner Hall in a Fucking Castle, Taemar\n\nArin slowly let out the breath that had been poisoning his lungs ever since he had arrived. No one recognized or looked his way for long. He was just another face in the crowd of uninteresting people. His hair had been extensively cleaned and braided together, keeping it from forming locks. He smiled softly as he was offered a glass of wine, but refused politely, as he felt he needed his head clear for the events that would unfold this evening. He looked around at everyone as they went about their lives, and noticed that boy he had met... What was his name? He could not remember. He was slicing his hand open with a piece of glass, and Arin watched in complete bewilderment. \n\nHe turned and made his way through the clusters of people, murmuring hellos and avoiding conversations before he accidentally stepped on the edge of a rather plump ladies train.\n\n\"Fuck you!\" She said, attracting the attention of those around her. He sheepishly apologized and walked away quickly. Arin glanced around the party before noticing the man he had wanted to meet. \n\nHe made his way around the groups, careful not to accidentally bump anyone. He approached the Pirate King slowly, before steeling his nerves. \"This isn't the sort of place I would have ever hoped to meet you again, sir.\" Arin said, frowning. He cursed himself quietly for the introduction, but his face didn't betray him."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Captain Jax Brightwater\nNot Taemar, apparently\n\n\"Nevermind, Lady, simply talking out of my own ass.\" A phantom itch crawled it's way into his mind and he feigned to grasp at a wedgie.\n\n\"But I do not trust these people. The world is doying, and these people do nothing, but sit on their own arse and throw a party.\" He reached up and scratched at his recently trimmed beard.\n\nJax was wary, and his paranoia was so great that he didn't even trust Anya's own guard, Elias. However the threat they faced here was far greater than a knife in the back.\n\n\"Please, Lady, I still think we should leave here now and return to Astoria. What good are a bunch of fat cunts going to do to help us?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nTaemar\n\n\"For the record, I agree with you, Jax. I don't want to be here either.\" Anya let the words come quietly, and she straightened, leading their quartet deeper into the room. \n\n\"But there are a few benefits of being here.\" Her eyes landed on Heath across the room, and Mikhail spotted Bradai about the same time. \n\n\"Do you mind if I break off with Armin to go see King Maith?\" Mikhail asked, looking to his mother who nodded, watching him leave with the older Eclipse. \n\n\"Can we just keep civil for two days, Jax?\" She asked, her voice softening as she turned to look at him."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "El Capitaine Jaques Brilliante-Eau\nUne pathétique maison de pierre, Taemar\n\nThe knight followed her gaze as she scanned the room, finding the subject to be both his oldest friend and biggest pain in the ass.\n\n\"Roight. Benefits.\" He chuckled and rocked onto his feet slowly. \"Shall I have the guard start prepping your tent, or do you plan to make it through Dinner before indulging yourself?\"\n\nHe jested too liberally. He coughed briefly to reset the momentum.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Lady. I'll do my best, but my job is to be ready when things stop being civil.\" He reached out to a servant girl, grasping a pair of goblets in either hand, and offering one to the queen."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nOne comment away from whipping Jax's ass, Taemar\n\nHer brow rose at his comment and she turned to him fully, giving him a look that had made Kings sweat before. \n\n\"_Enough_, Captain.\" She said harshly, the words a hiss as she said his title to let him know she was speaking as his Queen not his friend. \"Neither of us want to be here, that's clear to us. But we will be respectful and put on our best faces for the sake of presentation.\" He apologized but it had already ruffled her feathers. \n\n\"If things turn for the worst, feel free to take your disgruntlement out on anyone here, but for now-\" She accepted the drink \"_Please_ play nice. If you're in a pissy mood I will be too, and I'm not going to make any progress with anyone if we're sulking.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nThe most boring party in all of history, including April 11th, 1954.\n\n\"You should use moy title more often, Lady. It suits you.\" He took a long sip from his glass after toasting to an imagination, sighing as it left his lips.\n\n\"Perhaps if you're so keen things will go well, Should I excuse myself to remove this stick from up my ass?\" His eyes listed, following the flow of the crowd until he held both the queen and her son in his gaze.\n\n\"Marin doesn't exactly have a history of these councils going well. I'm fully expecting a wolf to break in during dinner.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSonofabitch, Taemar\n\nShe had fully expected some snarky remark, and her painted lips parted then closed quickly in surprise that he had said something nice. Her cheeks turned only an ounce more pink, and she lifted the glass to her lips. \n\nUntil he made the comment about his ass, and she laughed once, her hand moving to her nose to hide the smile and the rest of the laugh. \"If it's going to make it difficult to sit through dinner, then I would suggest it.\" She answered, lowering her hand and inspecting her palm for lipstick. \n\n\"I wouldn't know, I wasn't in attendance for the last Council. Also another reason I should make an appearance. If we really are going to present as a united front, this is the place to do it.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "I dunno I forgot\nA building I think\n\n\"I understand that, Lady. I'm not arguing the politics, I'm simply against Astoria going down with the rest of the ship. And I must be honest,\" He pulled his cup away from his mouth and set it on a nearby decoration, \"I miss southern wine.\" He spat into his hand and wiped the excess off on his lapel.\n\n\"Is this your first time in Taemar as well, Lady? I must say it's not changed much, but the north never seems to change does it.\" He coughed again."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nTaemar\n\nShe was against it too, but here they were. \n\nHe spoke of southern wine and she smiled, \"A year ago you were in North Shore, I'm glad you've taken so we'll to Astoria and all its Glory. \" The wine wasn't as bad as it could have been, so she finished her glass, opting to let the empty chalice dangle from her fingers at her hip. \n\n\"Yes, first time in Taemar. Can't say I love the climate, but it certainly explains Lord Stafford's ability to be comfortable anywhere. I don't know how someone like him came from here, it's so culturally different that the South.\" It was something she had never thought about until Angelica mentioned it, and now she couldn't stop comparing every Taemar citizen to her Lord to spot the differences."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "\"You forget, Lady, before that I was a travelled man. And I've always known the obvious, Southerners make better wine, Northerners make better warriors.\" He laughed.\n\nHe folded his arms, and leaned against a pillar nearby to give his muscles some relaxation.\n\n\"I disagree, however, it makes perfect sense that Stafford is from here. He knows how to use his hands.\" Another giggle.\n\nThe room was getting loud, and the distractions were numerous.\n\n\"Aleks, find me something to eat, and make sure it's not bathed in salt.\" The boy meekly nodded and stepped into the crowd.\n\n\"Why do I get the feeling one of these days I'm going to lose that kid?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar**\n\nHe wasn't wrong. The south of Marin was less for fighting - if they were better at it maybe they wouldn't have destroyed so much of it. The North just breed harsher men, she thought, Southerners were more luxurious. Amorothians were heathens and whores, but that wasn't the topic at hand. Jax dismissed Aleks to find him something to eat, probably wanting to not have to sit through dinner himself.\n\n\"You'll spoil your appetite.\" She murmured, and returned her empty glass to a servant as they passed. Her eyes moved once more over the room as it grew louder. \"Actually, that's probably for the best from what I've heard about the cuisine here.\" There was a beat. \"What do you take of the turnout?\""
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Lady Surany Torok**\n*Grunewald Castle, Taemar*\n\nAs people begun to slowly filter into the hall, Surany gazed around, taking in a lot of information. For example, the dress on the woman with the Pirate King? Simply exquisite. If she found the time the girl was most certainly going to ask where the beauty had had her outfit made. Oh, and there was also the Pirate King. Now that was a man Surany was not the most familiar with, but his title was most certainly known by her family. Anyone who was somewhat involved with the water trade was important to keep an eye on, and this man was practically a part of the family with the information they had gathered of him (of course, more like a distant cousin. That weird one everyone knew of, but not exactly inviting to the more important balls and such). \n\nShaking her head, she took in the other royal and important officials in her presence for the night. How on this continent King Gregor had gotten this variety of people here, she did not know. But the noblewoman had to give him credit; it was not a terribly boring party. Although, at the sight of the musicians and mind-numbing minor music, she was beginning to take that back. And it wasn't like the wine was helping her in any way. Dear gods, this blood wine was horrendous! She honestly was drinking it to be polite, but she couldn't bear another glass of this stuff. \n\nFunny enough, as the glass was raised to her lips again, her slow sipping was jerkily interrupted by the sudden *Crash* Towards a table. Whipping her head, Surany almost choked on the entire gulp in her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the figure of a male. And was then bombarded by his overzealous screeching. Taking a moment to collect herself, the Lady swallowed back the awful alcohol, as well as swallowing back her urge to laugh. Oh gods, he was definitely interesting. Surany made another mental note to try and get to know that stranger. He surely knew how to entertain.\n\nSuddenly, a female voice whispered to her, and she immediately recognized that voice. Losing her composure, Surany whipped around, a smile wide upon her face. \"Bella! You made it!\" Excited (and very fucking relieved) her arms embraced her hand-maiden tightly, making sure to leave room for the gowns to breathe. Satisfied, she scanned the other, an intense look in her blue eyes. \"Yes, oh yes, my dear blue is certainly your color. And those roses! I am very glad we have gone the nature-theme. Come, we must have some real fun!\" And with those words, a new bottle of wine miraculously appeared in her hands, the cork popping off loudly. Not caring, she begun to pour the family wine into her empty glass, while nodding to the other's glass. \"Now this is real alcohol. I thought I was going to die without you Bella, truly. I mean, minor key? Who thinks minor key is okay for drinking? Do I look like a noblewoman married to a boar of a man, stuck with more kids than I could ever want, and also have to suffer in a drafty castle without ever feeling pleasures?\" Winking, Surany added \"And we both know what pleasures I truly mean.\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nCharity misjudged the amount of time to eat a light snack before the feast. She wanted to ensure that she had eaten just enough such that she could eat minimally at the feast to still appear as a grateful guest. It was due to the odd feeling she had of the feast that she took this approach, the feeling that came about from the already presumed mad King of Taemar suddenly inviting everybody to a feast after the 'Blood Breed' was murdered infront of him. Charity would now need to rush in order to make it to the feast before the doors closed.\n\nThe Queen chose one of her simpler fancy dresses for this occasion: a dark moss green dress with golden trim. It hugged her torso and showed off her femininity, but became loose after the waist allowing her the freedom of movement she so often desired in her dresses. She donned this dress after a quick bath, and made her way by carriage to the castle. When she arrived at the castle she could tell the party was already in full swing, but the castle servants were still outside checking for council members and attendees, they announced her arrival, \"Queen Charity Lane\"\n\nCharity saw many familiar faces upon her arrival, from close relationships like Anyanka Durkhan, to those she more or less distrusted like Bradai Maith. Most, if not all, of the familiar faces were other council members and their courts."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunwald \nVallen, Taemar.\n\n\"No, thank you.\" The alchemist waved away one of the female servers carrying around plates of drink, who awkwardly approached him with his mask still raised, unsure just how to approach the man. \"I don't drink.\" \n\n\"Uh- sure.\" She shyly replied with a nod, moving on from Danico to another as he stood silently on his own, a small cloud of fragrant, spice smelling smoke slowly building above from the herbs and flowers burning inside the mask. He clutches his side momentarily, breathing heavily as the sudden wave of pain subsides. *\"Magic..\"* He mutters to himself, scanning the room for what or who could be the culprit as the jade necklace hanging from his neck begins to glow in short, rapid succession. \"Yes, yes I know.\" The alchemist seemingly replies to the stone, quiet and inconspicuous enough so that no one could hear or see him.\n\nDanico chuckles quietly at king Mercurio's little scene, raises an eyebrow at the odd little *Girl.. Boy.. Thing* In the pink dress cutting themself and remarking a quiet *\"...Fuck\"* As Queen Anyanka makes an appearance- two people who would *Not* Be happy to see him had now made themselves present. *\"Please make this night go quick.\"* Danico jested to himself as if he actually believed in a god."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\n\"I couldn't leave you alone at such an event\" She replied as Surany's arms embraced her \"Oh you think so? I usually go for darker colors, but not matching with that magnificent gown of yours would have been a horrible mistake, my Lady\"\n\nShe gladly accepted the wine being offered to her, taking a look around as the crimson liquid filled her glass. Kings, queens, lords and ladies... The room was filled with royalty and nobility from all corners of the map, if she didn't find what she needed here she wouldn't find it ever in her life.\n\nAmong the people, she spotted a man with a peculiar mask. Could that be... He went out of her sight in the blink of an eye. Did that little swamp man send an acolyte?\n\n\"Dying? Oh you're exaggerating my Lady...\" Bella almost choked in her drink, as she took a sip at the same time Surany made such a comment. She brought the side of her hand to her lips, not so subtly trying to hide a chuckle.\n\n\"I don't think any of them even know about those pleasures anymore\"\n\nLady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nShe entered the dining hall, alone this time. She usually hated feasts, even though little to no attention fell on her; but now? She was in a room full of nobility and royalty, covered in mud, dirt and sweat, with travel clothes and a worn coat, and her hair a mess. Sibyl would have killed her.\n\nShe stayed at one corner of the room, taking a deep breath as she surveyed the place. How would she be able to ask for help, who did she have to ask? She barely knew the attendees names... Why didn't she pay attention to all the democratic chatter of her sister?!\n\nSo many faces all around, so much noise, all while Vyvain stayed at the Iron Plaines. Would she be back on time? \n*Dun dun, dun dun, dun dum*, her heart drummed in her ears. \n\n*\"You can do it, come on, you promised, you can do it\"* She thought to herself.\n\nAnna's stomach growled, it had been two days at least since she last ate. Would food be served soon, she surely hoped so."
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{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nGrunewald Castle**\n\nDennon saw a woman in filthy clothes enter the dining hall and was silently thankful, hoping the blood wouldn't stand out as much should he legs be exposed if someone even more disheveled was present."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan\nTay-more Kast-ol\n**\nBefore Jax could comment, Eric and Angelica seemed to make their way back over to them. Angelica had changed from what she had last seen her in, and Anya tilted her head a bit to let her eyes wander over her friend. For someone she'd seen doning blues most of her life, the green, gold, and brown colors of the Stafford house always made her do a double take to assure it was the same woman. Angelica gave a small smile, and moved to take the space closest to Anya, offering a half embrace. \n\n\"This crowd's pretty dull, isn't it?\" She mused, raising her hand to summon over a Grunewald servant with a tray of wine. \n\n\"It's not the people I would invite to a party, but I think it's more because this isn't supposed to be a party.\" Anya reminded her, taking one of the glasses that was brought over. Angelica took one, took a sip, cringed, and placed it back on the tray.\n\n\"Maybe you were right about coming here.\" She murmured, and looked to her husband. \"Eric, darling, Keep Anyanka company? I'm going to see if there's anything remotely good being served.\" With that, Angelica placed her hand on Anya's shoulder, then pressed a soft kiss to her husband before ducking away into the crowd. \n\nAnya watched her go, then looked to Eric. \"Is she alright? She's been strange all afternoon.\""
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{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe guests were beginning to develop a glaze on their eyes and their movements became significantly less coordinated. The blood wine had certainly done its job. King Gregor presumed that now was the time to officially begin the festivities. He looked over to Kenmath for confirmation and the servant smiled widely with a bow. \n\n\"ALRIGHT,\" Gregor boomed, clapping his enormous hands together to gain the attention of the glittering nobles. He grinned, barring his yellowed teeth once all eyes were on him. \"We have a special, Taemarian treat for you, *My distinguished guests*. I am not sure how much you know of Taemarian cuisine, but our finest and most decadent dish is a *Fresh* Hog, born and bred in the boglands. Of course, I have nothing but the best for you all tonight!\" He said, enunciating every word with his hands and splashing wine all around his vicinity. \"If you will all take your seats, we will begin!\" \n\n\"LOWERING THE HOG, YOUR HIGHNESS!\" Kenmath cried, untying a rope from the corner and letting it have some give. Gregor motioned up above and four thrashing hooves appeared below the floral garlands that concealed the ceiling. Kenmath's scrawny arms quivered and a whole hog appeared, squealing like mad and dangling high above the center of the dining table. It wore a crown of roses and thistle.\n\n\"WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?!\" Gregor yelled in glee. The Romanov clan stared up with mouths agape in horror. Prince Nickles shuddered as the bloodlust poured over his small body. \n\nPrince Auburn entered the dining hall with his arms full of daggers. He began to pass one to every guest. \n\n\"Everyone will get a chance at the hog! Whomever deals the deadly shot gets to eat the tail!\" Gregor explained, taking a dagger for himself, \"My son, Auburn, will demonstrate!\"\n\nPrince Auburn twirled the dagger in betweeen his fingers before dashing forward and throwing it up at the hog. The hog squealed, a high pitched cry of pain as the dagger sank into its flesh near its ribcage before clattering back down to the table. A stream of blood followed, swirling on the table as the hog was swung around on the rope. \n\n\"WHO'S NEXT?!\" Gregor asked, his beady eyes scanning his guests, \"I'd hurry! Kenmath hasn't the strength to keep the hog aloft for much longer!\" He added, roaring with laughter."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "Judas Merrilweather\n\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n*A knife? What a peculiar thing.* Judas thought to himself as he was gifted the blade. Judas stared at the prince as he walked away on his quest of offering guests their... Dangerous cutlery... Until he disappeared in the ocean of guests. The light of the room glinted off of the blade in his hands, catching the eye of the masked lord as he stared down at it. It seems all they wished was to play games with the pig pinata - well, perhaps it was time to show off a little.\n\n\"My king!\" Judas spoke up through the mask, bowing humbly in Gregor's direction, \"The hog is a mightily generous and gracious gift for us in your presence. I due hope that I speak for everyone here...\" Judas gestured his hands widely, looking around the room. \"...When I say that such a display requires an equal show of prowess, as Prince Auburn's skill would be impossible to rival with the throwing of the blade.\" Judas would walk forwards from his corner spot and into the center of the room, setting the knife down on the table with a careful motion. \"But as your hog-hoister's strength is dwindling, I will gladly perform the honors in a different variety.\"\n\nJudas looked up to the bleeding hog, holding out his arm towards its head as he began to concentrate. He was no good with throwing knives and had no chance in performing a killing blow with such a weapon - but the crown of roses and thistle was perfectly placed in his favor. As he opened his palm, the crown began to twist and grow as if it was still alive, as the plants were likely recently picked they had to be somewhat so. Judas waited a moment or two as the roots grew out like spokes on a wheel, then suddenly clenched his fist shut. The roots whipped down and into the hogs' eyes, nose and ears - causing a momentary squealing of pain before it stopped moving - but the spectacle wasn't over. Judas's hand clenched tighter as the roots continued to embed themselves into the hog, causing a bloody dripping mess over the table until finally, it's head looked like a rose bush, with the tendrils of plant life a colored blood red. During the ordeal he spoke no words, remaining silent until the bush finished it's growth. Turning to the king, Judas's breath was ragged and tired as he did his best to recover, sounding like quiet gasps underneath the mask. \"Does that count, my liege?\""
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{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nThe Presence of a Poor Sport in Vallen Taemar**\n\nDennon blinked multiple times with his lips pressed pressed together after the scene was over. \"Well, that was fun,\" Dennon said with annoyed sarcasm, dropping the knife he had only just been handed to the floor. \"...For everybody.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nNot Astoria.**\n\nHer lips had parted in horror at the suspended hog, and at the first throw from Prince Auburn she flinched, taking a step back. Then, some unknown stepped forward. She didn't recognize him, but the scene that played out before her made him unforgettable. Her stomach churned and she turned, her face tucking into Jax's shoulder as she leaned into him. \n\n\"I'm gonna faint.\" She muttered, closing her eyes tight as she suppressed a gag."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Kenmath Vaughn\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe hog had died in a peculiar way. A man magicked its head into a rosebush, from what Kenmath could see. Nonetheless, the servant wailed in grief and let go of the rope. The hog corpse fell onto the table with a large crash, spitting the surface of the wood. Blood pooled around it. Kenmath wept into his hands."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola/Valentine Godwin\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nGrowing up in Taemar, the tradition of pig slaughter at a party was not entirely alien to the noblewoman, though being handed a dagger and watching the slaughter was not something she had wanted to happen tonight. But her doublet stayed clean with the rather quick sport and she went to find her seat.\n\nLooking for either title of \"Lord\" Or \"Professor\" Proved fruitless as she walked around the tables which felt rather like an insult but she thought better than to bring it up and loose any favour she had with the royal family, which already wasn't a lot.\n\nEven more distressing than not having a title on her placard, she seemed to have been sat beside some other women, at least one other Lady. Tonight, she was sure, would bring dull company and worse conversation. Still, as she took her seat she hoped those she shared a table with were pleasing to look at. That always made a dull conversation bearable."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Captain Sir Lord Doctor Brightwater the III, esquire\nVan+Halen\n\nJax was finding it hard to get a word in about the crowd. Before his reply, the Staffords showed up, even then the King of Butchers decided the most opportune moment for a speech was the first break in their conversation.\n\nThe pig, admittedly was impressive. Jax hadn't seen a beast that size this far north since, well ever. The dagger he was given was simple enough for being mass produced for a royal party. In all honesty Jax was very excited to take a turn at the beast, *When in Rome, yaknow?* But unfortunately, that was ruined. Almost as abruptly as the downfall of his disappointment, the hog died at the hands of some stranger.\n\nHowever Jax is a Lawful person, and lawful people have to abide by the law apparently. When Anya pressed to his shoulder he prepped an arm around her in case she did in fact fall. The knight then turned to the South Feyshore diplomats.\n\n\"My Lord, My Lady, would you mind helping me find Her Majesty something to drink that isn't bloodwine?\" Jax's spare hand stuck the dagger into his belt."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nThe Islanders were dumbfounded. They set their daggers on the table beside them. They had been briefed and prepared on the concept of the \"Hog Dangle\", but Bradai had not once considered that Melsi Witches would provide entertainment. He watched as the head of the hog grew horrendous tumors, shifting and cracking with alien vasculature and shards of sharp, thorny bone. A few drops of viscera, a deep cherry red dotted with specks of white, stained the tablecloth before the hog came slamming down to the table. The candles all flickered at once, ushering a silence to fill the room.\n\nBradai watched the mass of flesh warble with a confused, wailing energy. The neck came off in a clean, flesh covered stump, and from it sprouted the wicked tendrils of flesh. He watched as they pushed against each other, letting out pained and muffled squeals. The shoddy imitation of pork seemed to come at rest, before Bradai could feel its stare on him. He watched a leg twitch backwards before pushing his seat away from the table. His hand wrapped around the knife.\n\n\"It's not fucking dead.\" His men came off the walls, coming to his side. \"Gregor, vhis is a fucking poor joke.\" Bradai looked to his left and his right, ushering for them to back away. \"I do not know what fucking witch magic is legal 'ere, but vhis is—\" The body on the table jerked angrily as it rose to its hind legs."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nA fucked up situation, Taemar\n\nArin watched in horror as the corpse began to twitch. The head slid off, but the body began to move, and stood up. Arin clenched the dagger beside him as the mutilated ball of flesh turned side to side, and Arin could feel nonexistent eyes staring down each of the members in the room. \n\nThe hog's head lied still in a bloody puddle as the main body of the beast began pawing the shards of the table. Its muscles began to ripple as it geared up for a charge, and turned towards the object of its demise, the man who had killed it. It ran, leaving a trail of blood and sweat in its path as it charged, causing some of the people at the party to back up. Arin clenched his jaw and aimed quickly, before releasing the dagger. It whistled through the air and lodged itself between the ribs, and if it had been a normal hog it would have been a clean kill, piercing the heart. But it only seemed to piss the hog off. The hog spun and began staring at Arin. The people around him backed up quickly, and Arin stood frozen. The hog began to charge the young man. \n\n\"Oh fuck.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "A somewhat amusing situation from an outsider's point of view\nVallen, Taemar\n\nDanico took the dagger with a curious brow, before eagerly finding his position at the small table he was sat at, tucked away near the corner of the room. An invitation to distance from the crowd and be surrounded by less people was surely accepted.\n\nOnce it had been made clear the daggers purpose, Danico stuck his into a crack on the wood of his table, standing at attention like a royal guard. Though deciding that sitting by and simply observing the actions (and reactions) to the observably barbaric feast opener would be all he would do at this moment, he couldn't help but feel like the way in which the hog ended up being slaughtered- through replacing it's facial cavities with plant matter- was oddly familiar. A certain swamp witch from danico's recent history performed a similar magic trick, a trick that turned his insides from the thought of such. Looking down at the jade necklace around his neck, Danico sighs deeply at the thought, though his adventure on the thought train was abruptly interrupted by the screaming of a certain pirate king, followed by the presumed-dead hog charging through the crowd with renewed vitality. A couple of nobles trip up on his table as they scurry out of the way of the hog, forcing Danico to his feet once more or risk being battered by the table getting pushed. \n\n\"Great..\" He muttered, had he had his apothecary satchel he might have had a solution to this."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nDennon discreetly picked up the knife he had dropped and inched a bit closer to Kirk, whispering. \"I read in Cleburn's journals that he re-animated the head of a dead woman that severed at the neck and chased him around the room. I thought he was just exaggerating until tonight.\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather\n\nAn event that needs the Ghostbusters, Vallen**\n\nThe spectacle has fooled Judas's eyes for a moment, in fact he was dumbfounded enough that he almost got hit by the falling body. He had attempted to kill the hog... But apparently, his magic had latched onto something else entirely - as when the body fell, that obviously was *Not* A rose bush. Judas hurried back and away from the beast, looked around wildly to spot what the magic had actually affected until he spotted the gift he had brought in the first place. The jar was now cracked and broken in several places as roots had grown out and around it like a basket, and the petals grew into a moonlit whitecaps, though it was terribly cramped and squished over.\n\n\"Oh, bollocks. I grew the wrong plant!\" He stepped back into the crowd in order to make his way over to his original spot. Judas huddled near the jar with hushed mumbling, scooping it up with his hands as well as fallen glass shards. As the pig-thing prepped whatever it was to do, he hid against the wall and slowly attempted to piece the gift back into a presentable piece of art. \"Oh dear, Oh dear... I hope they can deal with that thing.\" Judas's task was simple and he was, as usual, talking to himself."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nCecilia parted her ways with Heath the moment King Gregor announced for everyone to take their seats, taking advantage of the hog that thrashed against the ropes it had been bound to while lowered towards the table. It took no more than a few minutes to find the pirate king as he took his seat amongst the nobles and royalty, noticing how his men were forced to remain by the wall a distance away from the table. The shifter eyed the empty chair on his right, cocking her head slightly in thought. She waited as the hog's squeals were silenced when an unknown man used some ability he should have harboured, supposedly murdering the animal. Even though she was dying to look at the scene unravelling, Cecilia kept a focused eye on the empty chair, waiting for someone to take ownership of their place by King Bradai. \n\nWhen the corpse began to mutate, the shifter kept watch of the king and his men as they reacted towards the magic shown in a gruesome manner. It amused her when he shouted at Gregory for the hilarious stunt he pulled, motioning away his men. It was that moment Cecilia rushed towards the unclaimed spot by Bradai's side as the mutated hog began to rise on its hind legs. \n\n\"Don't tell me you're frightened by some *Animal*, King Bradai.\" The shifter chuckled as she stepped in from behind and took her seat, acting as if there was no danger currently present. She kept her gaze towards the headless hog, keeping herself from facing the pirate king while noticing how many were running from the beast as it terrorised the dining hall."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe musicians stopped playing.The king's fist tightened around his dagger when the man by the name of Judas blatantly disregarded the rules that he set out about *Throwing* The dagger at the hog. To add insult to injury, he used magic to attempt to kill the beast. The blood rushed loudly through Gregor's ears as the hall went silent. Guests began to put down their daggers at the abrupt end of the Hog Dangle. \n\nThe hog crashed to the table and sprang back to life, albeit headless. Then, it charged. \n\n\"DO YOU THINK I ORCHESTRATED FOR THIS MAN TO MAKE A MOCKERY OF OUR KINGDOM'S TRADITIONS, MAITH?!\" Gregor roared at the Pirate King over the screams of the guests. \n\n\"MY LORD, THE HOG!\" Kenmath cried, quivering violently in the corner. \n\n\"MOVE!\" King Gregor said, shoving the Astorian knight out of his way as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbow. His deep voice was thunderous, echoing through the hall over the ever-growing dissonance. He lunged forward and tackled the undead hog. A great deal of blood shot out of its gaping neck, splattering the Lady of Araedia who always smelled of wine. Gregor stood and then brought all of his weight back down on the hog over and over again, body slamming it until it was an unmoving pile of broken bones viscera. \n\n\"Gods, you've killed it,\" King Daniel Black said in awe. Queen Elle looked as though she was moments away from vomiting. Sir Heath looked as though he had seen it all before, a million times over. \n\n\"This is no good,\" King Gregor muttered, brushing some of the blood and flesh off of his fur coat. His lips turned down in disgust and he pointed back and forth at the eviscerated hog. \"We can't use this one. The magic already ruined the meat before the bloody thing hit the fucking table.\n\nKenmath will butcher a fresh hog in the back and serve that for dinner.\"\n\n\"Ay, my Lord!\" Kenmath bowed loyally and scurried off to prepare a proper first course. King Gregor breathed heavily through his nose, his breath steaming like a bull about to charge. The candles flickered, casting harsh shadows over the faces of the nobles. \n\n\"*You*,\" King Gregor snarled, pointing at Judas. He walked to the corner where the man had cowered and grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt, dragging his feet along. \"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? USING MAGIC IN A ROOM FULL OF EVERY BLOODY KING AND QUEEN ON THIS GODDAMN CONTINENT?! DID YOU PLAN FOR YOUR HELL BEAST TO KILL US ALL?!\" He barked. His knuckles turned white and he shook the man to prod a quicker response. \"Murderous cunt!\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nLiteral pig Hell**\n\nThe damned beast hit the table, and before Bradai could finish yelling it came back to life, and charged towards Arin. King Gregor somehow ended up with it in the chaos that ensued, and with every strike of his meaty elbow into the poor porkers side, Anya flinched. Once the beast was nothing more than a broken mush of unretained sausage, Anya swallowed thickly, and fainted."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather\n\nApparently blamed for HorrorHog™, Vallen**\n\nBeing dragged along by Gregor was probably the most exciting thing that had happened to Judas in a while. When they stopped and the old king shook him, Judas felt confused. \"Murderous? My king, I have no intention to deal any of you harm.\" \n\nWhen the shaking was done Judas fell out of the man's grip, brushing off his collar before continuing. \"I have never seen a hog before, nevertheless a castle like this. \" Judas held the shattered jar and plant in his free hand, and the roots twisted and grew around the jar like a vase. It was somewhat calming and mesmerizing to the eye, but it was incredibly boring. The glass shards clicked back together to show a soft design of sorts, and Judas fell to a knee, holding the plant carefully. \"I'm... Let me catch my breath..\" He coughed, \"I'm a botanist by trade, all I have is lands useless to all but me, but it's home.\" He wheezed as he set the plant down at the King's feet, continuing to talk quietly. \"The animal was not my doing, whenever my abilities occur they often give me nausea or nosebleeds, like when you get seasick kind of nausea. T-that there is... Runecraft or blood magic. Something that requires a great deal of preparation - you all saw me, I was and remain unarmed and without help.\" Looking around at the nobility that lined the room, as the mask hid all emotion from his expressions it was likely hard to tell what he was feeling. His voice sounded excited and chipper as it had before the hog became, well, whatever it did. \"My magic is not as... Precise as I hoped... Instead it turned the petals that was my gift to the King of Vallen into a flower. A Moonlit Whitecap. Don't touch it, please. I can explain in a moment if you'd like before you throw me out - but the hog was not my doing. I grow flowers, not reanimate the dead. Or, near-dead. I don't mock your traditions, I wanted to give you one of mine, a plant from m-my home, as a gift.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\n100% Blaming Judas for HorrorHog, Taemar\n\nArin dropped to one knee as the king caught the hog with a bellowing roar, and breathed a small sigh of relief. He met eyes with Anya on accident and quickly looked away, hoping she didn't realize he shouldn't be here. His fears faded quickly as she passed out. He watched as blood splashed those near the incident, especially the woman standing to the side. He stood up and brushed himself off before turning and watching the king grab the man who had started everything. \n\nThe king screamed at the poor man, and Arin didn't feel sorry for him in the slightest. It was the man's fault all of this had started in the first place, and if Arin had not intervened the man would certainly be dead."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nEric had been quietly annoyed since the seating arrangement had been enforced, forcing him to be across the room from his wife. Then, was made moderately worse by sitting him next to an _Araedian_ of all people. He didn't know the other two at the table, but the sound a wailing hog caught his attention.\n\n_No way._ Eric, who had lived in a village in western Taemar when he was younger, was shocked to see the dangling hog. _That fucking madman is doing that?_ He thought, having only been present for the tradition a couple times in his childhood. \n\nThe spectacle was gruesome, and his eyes shifted to Anya who had leaned into Sir Brightwater. The gruesome event turned weird with some man twisting and turning the pig into some sort of... Bush? \n\nEverything else happened fast and the headless pig got up and charged his table. Eric rose to brace for the pig but was shoved by the massive King Gregor, who seemed quite practiced in handling hogs. The king proceeded to beat the hog to a mush, sending gore all over the Araedian woman before turning his rage toward the man who had caused this. \n\nEric was so stunned by the event, that it took him a moment to see Anya had fainted. Quickly he bolted toward her and Brightwater. \n\n\"We need to move her away, make it easier to breathe.\" He offered, getting ready to help Brightwater pick their queen up."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Lady Surany Torok**\n*WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS, Vallen*\n\nContinuing her chatter, the sudden call for the actual feast had gained her attention. \"Well, my dear Bella, we must not be rude guests. Let us find our table and see what the king has provided.\" Surany sipped at her glass, eyeing the other guests who were... Well, much more \"Off\" To say the least. If there was one thing she knew, it was that that so-called blood wine had been obviously tampered with in some way, or at the least was the worst batch ever made. It had been a miracle her stomach had not overturned at the first taste. \n\nWith a silent sigh, she turned to the source of the commotion, and her blue eyes widened in a mixture of awe and disturbance. While she was familiar with wild customs, the noblewoman had not expected to see a hog descending from the ceiling. And every time it squealed she could only flinch from it; Surany was not the biggest fan of having her meals still alive in front of her. And when the daggers appeared, the custom for this particular scenario flashed in her mind, and as the blood begun to spew she felt the digested wine and appetizers rising in her throat. \n\n*My gods that is very gross.* Her entire body shuddered from the sight and sounds, very clearly uncomfortable with this. But then the scene changed when a new player joined; a man with... Magic?! It was nice to see another magicker using their gifts, and this was one just as impressive as any other she had had the honor of meeting (and having at her parties). And yet, things started to become ugly. And by ugly, she meant 'Holy hell that pig is NOT DEAD RUN.' \n\n\"Bella! I believe now is the time to do my familiar wine dance routine!\"\n\nHoping that the girl would follow her lead, the Lady of Wine gulped down her drink, threw down the glass, and then leaped on top of a nearby table. Her eyes focused onto the moving creature, never letting it out of her sight. All of this while she proceeded to down an entire bottle of wine, and, once finished, then hit it against a chair top. The sound of shattering glass echoed with the shrieks as she called out \"OI! Rose man! If you would be so kind as to distract this dastardly beast, \n\nOf course, the chaos was soon ended by King Gregor himself, who had made it very well known that he was disgusted by this. And while finally ending the beast, more blood was spilt. \n\nOnto. Surany's. New. Green. *Hand-made.* Dress. \n\nOh, that was definitely the proverbial straw to break the camel's back. With a stone-face, the Lady stood in the gown, letting the rivulets of blood flow down her skin and dress. \"Your Majesty, I do say that this is a rather extravagant feast. Much more lively than what I tend to throw at times.\" Still emotionless, Surany steadily stepped down from her table, and suddenly produced another bottle of wine from seemingly nowhere. Downing another gulp, she swallowed thickly and then continued with \"Now, may I assume that we may eat? I do insist that the musicians be brought back in. But within reason, something more joyful or at least in a faster tempo would make this evening be much easier to get by. Bella, my dear, get me the lute I packed. And yes, I did pack one. I need it to truly find a way to rescue this dinner before more blood is shed.\" It definitely appeared that she was not paying too much mind to the matter at hand; rather, she seemed to want to move on."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen amidst the hog chaos\n\nThe flicker of disgust flashing across her jaded eyes was the only betrayal of how Serafina felt as she witnessed the barbaric scene in front of her. Though, had you not been paying attention, the flicker may have been nothing more than the reflection of a torch blazing nearby. The Wisdom stood in the back corner, her silk, olive green dress cascading from her waist to flatter her petite curves, strawberry blonde hair flowing down her back in loose, elegant curls from the simple bun on the crown of her head, two tendrils of hair framing her face and the intimidating gaze that followed those she recognised at the council.\n\n'A castle full of fools.' She thought to herself as her gaze passed over King Gregor and the other Taemarian nobles in attendance. While she would never openly admit it, Serafina had a intense disdain for Taemarian nobles. Their obsession with hogs stemmed from a misguided belief in the Hog God, a religion built entirely on maintaining control by selectively choosing which villages would survive the winters by selling them hogs at exorbitant prices. She inwardly scoffed at the thought. 'Calling it a religion alone is laughable. A stain upon the gods.' \n\nGiven the choice, Serafina would have been studying in the royal library back at Terresol, but where Queen Charity went, she did as well. Officially as a royal advisor, unofficially to learn, benefit, and perhaps even manipulate the political climate to the benefit of the Southern Pantheon. A sly smile flickered across her face as she watched the hysteria ensue, the hog charging with renewed fury toward those who had done it harm. No action was too far removed from the hand of Saris and the members of the Taemarian court would be wise to heed it. Though, of course, they were likely too ignorant to recognize a lesson even if Saris herself slapped them across the face.\n\nAs the nobles raced away from the hog, Serafina held her hand out as a man from the table in front of her stepped backwards to avoid being crushed by the fleeing mob. Moving back a few paces, she let her scarred hand fall and glanced curiously at the unfamiliar man before her. He had a mask on, one that covered the lower portion of his face, which Serafina found odd given the purpose of this meeting. It would be difficult to enjoy the festivities if you could not eat or drink. \"Watch your step, my Lord. Scurrying nobility are not known for caring about those they step on in the process of saving their own neck.\" Her voice was quiet, not one that echoed, but it held an undeniable air of wisdom, authority, and experience."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald. Taemar\n\n\"You had no intention to deal me any harm? Well you ruined our Hog Dangle and you've frightened all of my damn guests within a matter of minutes!\" Gregor said, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Gregor snatched the jar from Judas and brought it up to his nose, inspecting the flower. \"Take your fucking seat for dinner. We are done speaking,\" He said gruffly. He stalked off to the table and swallowed another goblet of wine. He looked to the lady who was now covered in hog blood. \n\n\"My apologies, I did not realize you were in the line of fire,\" Gregor slurred, motioning to her ruined gown, \"Yes, yes. We're about to start the bloody feast.\"\n\n\"Everyone please take your seats and we shall begin the first course!\" Kenmath squealed happily from the doorway. His eyes gleamed in anticipation as the royals settled themselves. \"Ah, yes, wonderful!\" He said, wheeling a cart of soups and Bog Bread, \"Gray and bouncy, Bog Bread pairs excellent with nettle soups!\"\n\nThe musicians resumed their music, though their droning was less lively and more suitable for a funeral procession. \n\n\"Bog Bread is one of the 12 wonders of dining in Marin,\" Prince Nickles whispered from under his pink hat to the Pirate King. His legs shook under the table, delighted that Bradai Maith was his dinner companion for the evening."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather\n\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen**\n\n\"Yes, my king. Please be careful with the flower - it's extremely rare and deadly. Moonlit Whitecaps only grow in select places of the selerine, and their petals make for an odorless and virtually tasteless poison when dissolved in liquid. Think of it as a gift of a blade, however, this is much more fit for royalty. No blood, no mess.\" Judas stepped away from Grunewald with a slight bow, leaving the tension in the air from earlier with the gift he bestowed upon the king, as the gift had been a result of the earlier problem. Making his way back to the table, Judas looked at where he was going and avoided the glances of royalty. He wasn't a brawny man, so in order to get anything done, he had to use his intellect - which probably got him out of the stupid scenario he was blamed on in the first place. But one thing came to mind: Who *Did* Alter the hog? One thing was for certain, this meeting of royalty and nobility had a traitor in its mix or liars and violent folk, not to say Judas was exempt from these sins, but he was not to blame for the hog. Now that the event was concluded, it gave Judas something to think about. Who in the castle committed such an act?\n\nSoon enough he made his way back to the table, of which had his name poorly scribbled on a folded note at one of the four corners, as it seemed it was a last-minute effort when one of the members had not shown up. Judas was uncomfortably close to the table of royalty but due to his mask, the expression of disgust was unseen. He would sit down in the chair, looking at the other places around him as he awaited the first course - which happened to be a delicacy that he was somewhat familiar with! Bog Bread was not a common thing for him to eat, in the Selerine they had their own variant that was nicknamed \"Melbine Mud\" Due to its unsavory flavor and unusual softness, almost as if it was unbaked. However, the soup was new."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIt was difficult to contain her smirk when she felt Bradai's stare burn into her, using her peripheral vision to keep an eye on his movements as he placed an object between the two. Her suspicion towards the object was confirmed when the shifter quickly glanced towards the makeshift knife before rolling her eyes dramatically. Reaching for the dagger that had been given to her like all the other guests for the slaughtering of the hog, she held a tight grip against the handle before slamming the pointed end towards the side of her left leg, missing her flesh by a mere centimeter as it embedded into her chair. \n\n\"Who said I am here for hire? Perhaps I simply wanted to enjoy the feast as well as the entertainment provided.\" She did her best to conceal her amusement at her own joke, however it didn't last when she broke it with laughter. \"But yes you are correct about my death, some bitch managed to kill me when I let my guard down. It wouldn't surprise me if she was one of your *Poppies*. But thanks to a certain someone, I've risen from the dead. Who knew THAT could happen?\"\n\nShe made sure to avoid giving him answers as to who hired her. It was bad business to give away names and even though she may not be the smartest person, she wasn't a complete idiot. As the music resumed, Cecilia gripped the knife she had stabbed the poor furniture with and placed it back on the table in front of her in hopes to make the pirate king doubt himself. \"There are many worthy kills in this dining hall with a hit on their head, you're not special King Bradai. So I agree, let's enjoy the feast because I am starved.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, Kirk Pinewood, Leah Pinewood, and James Pinewood\nVallen, Taemar**\n\n\"Did I miss anything?\" Lucrezia asked, returning from the privy.\n\nKirk was the first to find the words. \"The pig was killed, but then it-\"\n\n\"And then they cut it up,\" Dennon spoke up quickly, interrupting Kirk.\n\n\"Did Gregor take a bath in it's blood?\" Lucrezia asked, slightly shocked at the state of their host.\n\n\"Oh, you know... Taemarian dinner customs,\" Dennon explained vaguely.\n\nLeah and James returned from scoping where everyone would sit. \"Father, I don't know how you didn't get a seat at the main tables. You can have my place.\"\n\n\"No, enjoy it. Find a nice rich boy to marry,\" James joked.\n\n\"But it means so much to you,\" Leah said kindly.\n\n\"Are we not sitting together?\" Lucrezia asked.\n\n\"No. Everyone is split up, and it's not just our group either,\" Leah answered, prompting Lucrezia to go look for her place.\n\nKirk pulled Dennon aside while his family argued if they should or shouldn't trade. \"What was that?\"\n\n\"What was what?\" Asked Dennon.\n\n\"Is there a reason why you didn't want to acknowledge the undead pig in the room?\"\n\n\"It's not undead anymore. It's dead... Dead.\"\n\n\"I think you're missing the point.\" Kirk continued, not letting it go.\n\n\"Look...\" Dennon glanced around to make sure no one was listening before leaning closer and saying quietly, \"I know things have been slow with the plague and all, but do you know how hard it would be to do what we do in Ibethiel if Lucrezia thought magic was real?\"\n\nKirk stared at Dennon in disbelief. \"...What?\"\n\n\"Did I say it too quietly?\" Dennon asked.\n\n\"No... It's just... How does she think magic isn't real? She's the queen of Ibethiel.\"\n\n\"It's precisely because she's the queen of Ibethiel. When was the last time the kingdom had a magical event?\" The question made Kirk think, and he began to count them silently in his head on his fingers. \"A magical event that was public knowledge.\" The king added. \"Magic isn't a thing in Ibethiel. It's hard to say why. Maybe mages just don't like walking over mountains. Maybe most know to stay out of sight.\"\n\n\"Doesn't she have spies? Certainly, some of them would have tipped her off. I can't take a piss without them reporting it.\"\n\n\"If they wish to keep their credibility, that's probably the one thing they don't report. Do you think she would have let me outside again without a padded coat and helmet if she knew I had been attacked by a shifter? Do you think she would have let you or that sword you found at my request get anywhere near me if she knew it blew the stone wall of my office to bits after the muttering of an incantation? She doesn't know. She doesn't need to know, and I intend to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. Now, let's have a nice dinner.\" Dennon patted Kirk's back before they parted ways to look for their seats."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nHas order finally come? Vallen\n\nDanico jumps to his feet, out of the way of the table, shoved by a pair of careless noblewomen more interested in the care of themselves than watching their surroundings. \"Watch it!\" The alchemist barks, though not too loud as to attract the ire of anyone not in the immediate vicinity. His eyes meet the noblewoman's own with a scowl as he brushes his suit off, watching the two walk off with a furrowed brow, their awkward gaze shifting away as they make their leave. \n\n*\"Pompous and privileged...\"* The thoughts burned in his mind briefly before taking a step back, only to be stopped by a gentle hand. \"Oh! My apologies.\" Snapping out of thought, he motions as the girl begins to talk, taking a moment to find his footing.\n\n\"You're not kidding..\" He adds with a soft chuckle, straightening his jacket with a tug. He always had a distaste for nobility and their tendency to accept what they're handed and never lifting a finger to do much more. At least, that's how he perceived them. Of all the subjects of his study and things he's researched, the lives of those who live in castles were not among them.\n\n\"Saving one's own neck is likely the only reason a lot of people here still live. Given the current state of affairs outside of Taemar, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if any one of these people tossed me to the fangs of sickness if it meant they get to live in their towers for a day longer.\" Danico's words were sharp and judgemental, though his thoughts come from a place of someone on the outside looking in- though not of jealousy, but rather a stance on his idea that people should work for a good life- work and research is everything he has, after all. \n\n\"But, listen to me ramble.\" The alchemist continues with a chuckle, fixing the table back into position from its rude and sudden shove. \"Danico, I don't believe we've met?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \nAs the man spoke of the plague that had befallen Marin, Serafina took the opportunity to study him. His bright red attire compounded with the beautiful floral embroidery of the jacket gave off an air of importance. Not royalty, but perhaps lower nobility. She chuckled at his mention of being thrown to the plague as if a noble or royal had the power to set the plague upon those who displeased them. Its beauty was that it had no bias on those it embraced. Of course, those in the lower castes were more at risk, but Grissom's hand was guided by fate and those he touched would earn a peaceful respite in the Space Between. \n\n\"And yet, the fangs will only penetrate the skin of those chosen by the hand of fate.\" She had noticed the change in his tone, words leaving his mouth as a sharpened sword. Unlike many in Marin, Serafina understood the true purpose of the plague: to offer respite to the learned souls who had been unnecessarily suffering or ultimately served the purpose Saris had set out for them. She spent many waking hours praying to Lockaster for their safe passage after death and a short Mourning.\n\nUpon moving to the other side of the table to help move it, tendrils of smoke brushed past her face introducing her to the floral scent of whatever the man was burning inside. Once the table had returned to its position she stood up and studied him more closely, suspicion of herbalism and holistic healing flashing through her mind. The thought was further substantiated by the jade necklace hanging around his neck. \"Likely not.\" She chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, white scars on her hand fully visible in the light, \"I prefer the library to the crowded throng of a thriving feast.\" The woman brushed the silk of her dress down as if removing invisible dust before lifting her piercing eyes to meet his own. \"Serafina.\" She replied, stepping aside to let the Grunewald servants through as the feast began. \"I must admit, Danico, you've sparked my curiosity.\" Her eyes held proof of that, sparkling with a thirst for knowledge. \"Are you an herbalist? Or perhaps a spice merchant?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nWhat the fuck is going on at this hell of a castle, Valen.\n\nAfter having a seat at her assigned place, Bella's chatter with Surany was rudely interrupted by the announcement of the so called king of the castle.\n\nHe looked even more decrepit that she had been told. Spilling wine all over himself, how fit for a king, wasn't it? What a waste of a soul, must be a torture to be inhabiting such a *\"Man\"*.\n\nThe public execution of the pig could have been considered barbaric, but Taemar is Taemar. She took the knife she was given and discreetly hid it in her gown; who knew if it would be useful in the future?\n\nThe magician's disaster took her by surprise.\n\n\"Amateur\" She scoffed under her breath as she witnessed the decapitated animal run aroun.\n\n\"Of course my Lady\" Bella nodded as she heard Surany, and helped her get on top of the table.\n\nPunches and slamming and chaos reigned over the place, situation that greatly amused the sorceress. Until the gown of the lady of the wine got ruined. Oooooh yes, *That* Was about to be amusing.\n\nBella followed Surany's command and gave her the lute, using this moment to lean towards her.\n\n\"I can take that bloody mess off of you, my Lady. If you need so\"\n\nLady Anna Barrmount\nThe cause of one more trauma, Valen\n\nShe had barely taken her assigned seat when the fuckery began. The Lady refused to even look at the knife on front of her, and felt her insides twist when the butchery was announced. The screams of the poor animal clenched her heart.\n\n*\"And this are the people I'm supposed to ask for help?\"* The thought disheartened her as she flinched at the first bloodshed.\n\nAnna fixed her eyes on the table and tried to ignore the scene, until the decapitation took place.\n\n The table almost got covered in her bilis when the animal run around without a head. Mortified, she witnessed how the king ended the nightmarish creature's life, her whole body trembling worser than in the harshest winter of the Witherlands. \n\nShe had never been outside of her home before, and judging by what was about to make her puke she would never in her life do it again. \n\n\"We are doomed\" She quietly cried out in her seat, trying not to cry."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nZane slipped in the dining room a few minutes before the hog incident had happened, and almost wished he hadn't shown up. Robyn and Nero had gone out for drinks before Zane left for the dinner, and he was beginning to regret not joining them.\n\nThe last few minutes almost had him walking out of the castle.\n\nHe slipped over to the table that had a placard with his name, grimacing a bit as he saw Angelica's name also at the table."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon of Milo\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nKallophon gently opened the door, leaving only a crack for his dark, almond eye to scan the room through. As a man dependent on patronage, he'd developed an acute sense for prestige, and the waft from this room was the strongest one yet. He'd caught word that two of his kinswomen were here: Queen Lane herself, and some prominent courtier. With the narrowness and angle of his view, he couldn't spot them. He couldn't really identify anyone yet, for that matter. The thought of stepping inside in the middle of such a prestigious event filled him with anxiety. He was an actor, however, and anxiety was the perfect fuel for his fire.\n\nHe leaned away from the light and grinned madly. This was what he'd left Terresol for, besides refuge the deadly plague. He'd be the only artist in all of Terresol to witness this. The only one to see Marin's most important personalities all gathered in *One room*. It didn't matter that he was late. It didn't matter that he'd mainly been hired to carry around spare strings and additional little instruments. Destiny had brought him here! To serve the grand weave of history, he would ask for no payment.\n\nHe pulled down his hideous boar-face mask - complete with real fur and tusks - to conceal his uncontainable excitement, and slipped inside the room. The light illuminated his slender, five-foot-nine-inch form, clothed in a cream-coloured, ankle-length tunic, and a shorter, heavier one over it, which had red woollen embroidery of diamond patterns woven into its white linen base. Under one arm, he carried a traditional Terresolian lyre, complete with a turtle-shell sound chest; he hoped his Queen would recognise him as a kinsman. His other hand carried a heavy leather sack. His curly brown hair bobbed gently behind his mask as he sidled over to Kenmath. \"Pardon my tardiness, sir. Where are the other players?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nQuestioning her life choices in the middle of chaos, Vallen\n\nThe hog was not much of a surprise to Viola. Her family had held a similar tradition on the winter holidays, though on a much much smaller scale. So she found herself sitting at one of the smaller tables, sipping something that she hoped was wine and staring at a soft red spot on the table cloth.\n\nHer mind whizzed through the reasons she was at the council. To present her findings, to maybe gain a benefactor, ~to actually interact with other people~. Was it worth a tedious dinner? A night of dull small talk and pleasant smiles? She could feel herself pull her extravagant hat over her face for a moment and slouched before the small shrill voice of her mother corrected herself in her head.\n\nSuddenly a lady seemed to stand on top of the table and Valentine immediately looked away in fear of being chided for staring up a lady's skirts. Standing, and now realising the chaos of the room, she held a hand out,\"Ma'am would you kindly step down from the table?\"\n\nIt had been so long since Viola had played Valentine that she almost had forgotten to deepen her voice. She looked to the dark haired lady beside the other for help."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Kenmath Vaughn\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"A paticularly springy morsel for you, my good sir,\" Kenmath said, pushing his finger deep into the Bog Bread that he placed on Anna Barrmount's plate. The divot in the bread sprung back up instantly as soon as he removed his scraggly finger. He grinned at her with his three teeth when he was addressed from behind. \n\n\"Tardiness is the burden of the beast. Once must always consider how time has a consequence, and in this case, you deserve redemption,\" Kenmath lectured, wagging his finger at the late musician. \"The other players are but over there, playing on time and in time for a long time,\" He said, jutting his chin to the side where the skinny musicians droned on. He grasped the seat of the man's pants and pulled him toward the trio. \"Play with them, good lad.\"\n\nThe string trio looked up at Kallophon as he was dragged toward them. Imogen, the one woman in the group, dropped out of the trio and blew her cigarette smoke in his face. Her inkly black hair was chopped to her chin and every puff she took from her cigarette seemed to make her cheeks look even more gaunt than before.\n\n\"You're late,\" She said, her voice just above a whisper, as though she was always breathless. Her dark, kohl lined eyes passed over his boar mask. \"You look hideous.\" She picked her instrument back up and continued to play."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nThe young lady shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking at the bread on her plate. Were all nobles from outside of the Iron Plaines this... This *Nasty*?\n\nShe pushed the bread aside, her stomach not even wanting to eat anymore after the show and the unpleasant gesture of the man."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nStill confused at the fuckfest, Taemar\n\nArin picked at the clothes that attacked his neck, pulling the collar so he could breath. He quickly stopped as he felt faces turn towards him, and he quietly turned and looked for his name. He walked amongst the tables, ignoring noises of disgust as he walked past. He finally found his name seated in the far corner of the room, and made his way to sit down. \n\nHe looked at the woman beside him, and his eye twitched as he tried to figure out who she was. He shrugged slightly and smiled softly at the obviously terrified woman. He watched people as they mulled over their food, offering baseless rumors as facts as they spoke amongst themselves. He frowned and poked at the food on his plate, but the bread seemed to taunt him with an unholy grin. He fought the urge to dispose of the food and chose to take a small bite, tearing a bit off of the edge and lifting the fork to his mouth. He looked up and watched the man stick his finger into the woman's food and Arin gagged, dropping the fork. His face turned bright red and he grabbed the fork and muttered a quiet apology. \n\n\"I'm so sorry.\" He said softly."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon of Milo\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nShe's only trying to get a rise out of you, Kallophon told himself, maintain your composure. He was about to apologise through the little nostrils in his mask's long snout, but then decided to hush himself, in favour of getting to work. He laid down the sack, and within a minute, he'd apportioned spare strings and small alternative instruments to each of the musicians, laid out on three squares of furred leather. He put his hand through his lyre's strap, and fished a tuning key out of the sack, stepping aside from the trio to quietly tune his instrument one last time. He'd try to join in when the next tune began. Kallophon lowered his ear to hear the demands of each of the ten strings, allowing him to discreetly survey the room through two black-rimmed eyeholes."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nThe clinking of metal against the floor distracted her from the disgust, bringing her back from her thoughts.\n\nShe looked at the man sitting beside her and smiled through the dry mud and dirt that covered her. At least he didn't exude the murder-y vibe...\n\n\"Don't be silly, it's just a fork\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"*Heh*.. Fate\" The alchemist mutters under his breath amidst heaving the table, followed by carefully retrieving the name placards and decorations that had fallen on the floor- nearly obsessively replacing them in the exact place they were in prior to taking a floor dive.\n\n\"Though the idea of fate escapes me, I, too, would much rather be in a library than having the judging eyes of nobility burning the hairs off the back of my neck.\" Danico inspects Serafina with curious eyes, though her dress tells of nobility and importance, her words struck a tone of knowledge, wisdom and experience. Of course, studying for a noble was easy in their fancy libraries, but not just anyone would go out of their way for such.\n\n\"Oh?\" He responds to the woman's admittance of curiosity, making sure his shirt remains tucked into his belt. \"You *Could* Say I am both of those things.\" His eyes follow the hand of the woman, taking note of the scars that cover her hand. Odd, for sure, he'd be likely to ask about it later as it most certainly sparked *His* Curiosity. Though asking about someone's scars- no matter how unusually arranged they may be- would likely draw the ire of the questionee. \n\n\"I'd much rather be labelled an Alchemist- Specifically, I dabble in all aspects of alchemical research.\" He raises a hand to shift his mask back into place, a small cloud of smoke escapes from underneath as a couple of servers bring the bog bread to their newly-fixed table. \"Ahh.. Just in time...\" Danicos words were made with a sense of sarcasm at the sight of the food. *\"Typical\"* He thought, this is Taemar after all."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\"The idea may escape you, but I sincerely doubt the experience has.\" The Wisdom returned, righting chairs that had been knocked over and placing them in their proper positions. \"A tingle of excitement, the inquiring mind, an intuitive push to perform an action.\" She paused thoughtfully. \"Have you ever felt drawn to a book without reason? It may be related to your field, certainly, but it was not the topic of current study? Yet, upon reading, you made a connection you may have missed otherwise. Is such an occurance coincidence or were you guided to the information by another hand?\" A smile had gradually formed as she spoke of the common occurrence in her own life. While fate was not who she would give the credit to for her discoveries, she was aware not everyone believed so strongly in the gods and their power.\n\nUpon the arrival of the Taemarian delicacy, Serafina gracefully lowered herself into a chair, opposite of Danico, crossing her legs and leaning against the plush fabric backing as he continued to speak. '*A truly inquisitive mind.*' Serafina was familiar with the basic tenants of Alchemy thanks to her studies alongside masters Terresol House of Wisdom, but her expanded knowledge was limited given her preference for other topics. She chuckled as the smoke that had been suffocating at the edges of the mask were finally released and watched it rise. The floral incense was a welcome respite from the bog bread in front of her, which was giving off a less inspiring smell. As if the smell were not enough to put off the attendees, the sight of the gray, resilient mass on her plate served to make her stomach twist at the thought of it passing her lips. If Serafina hadn't known better she would have sworn the food was a reflection of their worship of the Old Masters who focused solely on the death, rot, slime, slugs, and death. \"*May Reuben help me endure this tragedy of a feast.*\" She begged silently.\n\n\"I'll admit my knowledge of the subject is limited.\" She took a sip of the blood wine as she collected her thoughts. \"But do you have a subject that fascinates you more than another? Seeking immortal life, or perhaps you'd prefer something to cure ailment such as the Panacea?\" The last item was a targeted suggestion. There was no reason to consistently burn incense or herbs inside a mask unless he was a seer or trapped in an impaired body. She had a feeling it was the latter given his lack of belief in fate. \"Or, are you are like others, wishing for wealth and thus study the transmutation of metals?\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Regretting her life choices in a tavern, Vallen, Taemar**\n\nFar outside the castle in a tavern, Wilhelmina eyed the undrunk glass of alcohol before her. She had never fancied drinking, but she was seriously considering it. She had successfully pissed off the king of Taemar, gotten banished from the council before it had even begun, and cut off the Iron Plaines from trade with its largest source of food, likely damning the already inundated populace to starvation as farming was nigh impossible that far north. She had none of her belongings, save for the dirty funeral attire she had escaped castle Barrmount in. What could she do? Return to the Iron Plaines and potentially face death at the hand of Nathaniel Vivayn and his men, or return to the castle and beg to be heard, and immolate the last shreds of dignity she had left? Would the Council *Actually* Have done anything to save them from the plight of Vivayn? Likely not. As far as she knew, she had no allies in Taemar, and her allies in the Iron Plaines might have been very well dead. It was very fitting for the Councilor of Agriculture to be dirty, without allies, and disparaged. She reflected the state of the country that she had so *Gracefully* Screwed over. \"I'm sorry, Ladies Barrmount.\" She whispered to herself. \"I have failed you. I have failed the Iron Plaines, and I have failed the people\" She decided to take a swig of the whiskey, and nearly coughed it up. The stuff tasted simply vile and it burned her throat on the way down, so she pushed the glass away. No getting drunk for her, it seemed."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nAbsolute fuckery of an event even juicier than she thought, Valen\n\nThe sorceress dark eyes wandered around the room, landing on a feminine looking boy that approached her and the Lady she was accompanying. The words that came out of his mouth were spoken in such a voice that made her suspicious. \n\n\"Oh good luck at trying to get her off that table, my good sir\" She replied, with amusement in her face, as she saw him looking at her for help \"May I ask your name?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nSlowly loosing her ability to keep calm, Vallen\n\nViola, when taking Valentine's name, usually managed to stay confident and convicted. However, with a lady standing atop a table and another looking at her with a strange look (she could only assume it was amusement at her helplessness) she could feel her confidence waning.\n\nWith the dark haired girl's words and one last look up to the lady on the table, she dropped her hand and stood back a little from the table. She was sure that if the lady refused help she would either fall (and break nothing more than a nail) or be carried by someone much more able than herself so it seemed there was little danger.\n\nShe turned to the dark haired lady, face now turning as red as her hair as she gave a small bow,\"Lord Valentine Godwin-or-or Professor if you're so inclined.\" She spoke, quickly as if afraid the other would move on before she could finish speaking. She straightened once more and held a hand out to kiss the other's,\"And what may I call you, my lady?\"\n\n*Smooth, Viola, smooth*."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton \nTaemar \n\nArin grinned and shrugged. \"It seems that everything has a larger meaning these days.\" He said, taking a sip of the wine that was passed around. He settled into his chair, unfazed by all of the royalty sitting around him. \n\n\"So what is your name?\" He asked, glancing over at her."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\n\"Tell me about it...\" A sigh scaped her lips as she spoke, thinking \n\nHer sore muscles were not being able to relax after what she just witnessed an instant ago. She was glad for being able to finally sit on a chair, but not so much of the company around her.\n\n\"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm Anna, Lady Anna Barrmount. And you sir?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nThey had been scarce the times she had encountered a man so nervous, and would she even dare say intimidated, by the sole presence of women. His face was so red that it could have been used as a lamp in a dark night. Would it be cruel to make him even more nervous? Last time she encountered a man like this she had him get so nervous his nose bled. \n\n\"Professor and a Lord, how... Versatile\" She said with her usual enchanting smile and charming voice, keeping eye contact as she offered him her hand with a delicate and well practiced gesture.\n\n\"My absolute pleasure. I'm Belladonna, milord, personal maid of our table-climber Lady Surany\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nAbout to faint, Vallen\n\nViola was not a people person, she much rather preferred the company of a book or scroll and her own thoughts, so she tried to convince herself that was why she was so flustered and not because a very intimidating woman was smiling at her. \n\nWhen she gave her name, Val pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and lingered a little more than she should have before dropping it. It was coming to her realisation that she had seldom seen a man introduce himself to a lady and she wasn't sure how she was meant to act.\n\n\"And a pleasure to meet you Belladonna. Though I find it difficult to picture you as only a maid,\" She told her, hands behind her back now,\"Surely you seem better suited to be a Lady yourself.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\n\"Oh dear, what a flattering man, aren't you?\" She let out a soft and short chukle \"You should be careful with your words, professor, someone could think that such a statement coming from a Lord could be hiding a... Maybe *Indecent* Proposition\"\n\nShe ended her words with a not-so-discreet wink.\n\n\"You know milord, I haven't had the chance to hear your name before... Where do you come from?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nScreaming internally, Vallen\n\n*Oh*. **Oh**!\n\n\"Oh, nothing like that!\" She said quickly and suppressed a squeak from escaping her throat. That wink could surely have killed.\"I didn't mean to offend your character, ma'am.\"\n\nShe had truly hoped no one would ask about her name. Whilst the Godwin's were not particularly well known if one was to write to her family or look up her family tree (which she hoped she wasn't interesting enough for anyone to do) they'd find no Valentine Godwin for a good few generations.\n\n\"The west of Taemar, near the coast.\" She replied hesitantly, rubbing her thumb over her left wrist from nerves.\"And you, m'lady? I'm sure I would remember your face or name if I'd ever seen you in Vallen before.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nThe disguised sorceress let out a soft laugh.\n\n\"Offend me? Oh no milord, quite the contrary\"\n\nShe retrieved her long forgotten globet of wine from the table and took a sip, listening to the feminine man in front of her.\n\nFunny, she knew Taemar like the palm of her hand, but she had never heard of a Lord Valentine Godwin anywhere near the west. Did he also sneak in this \"*Party*\"?\n\nAn overly dramatic sigh scaped her lips before she responded.\n\n\"I have been traveling my whole life, I come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time...\"\n\n*Dear Mother, Bel did you scape a novel?* She thought to herself, amused by her act.\n\n\"If you so want to remember my face I could pay you a visit\"\n\nShe hid her grin by drinking a bit more of wine.\n\n\"Oh how rude of me!\" She left her glass back on the table and got the nearby bottle and an empty glass \"You want some wine milord?\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantes\nPhilosophical chats are fun, Vallen\n\n\"Interesting-\" He replies to her monologue about fate, taking his place at the table at his placard's designation. \"Though it seems we both are people of study, I do not commit to study without the intention of forethought.\" The words she spoke rung inside his head- though he had never truly considered fate as anything other than a farcical wives tale designed to add meaning to the mundanity of everyday life, the way the woman laid it out in colour like that got him thinking. Though the thought of its potential never crossed his mind- not even for a second- she had a way with words that made it seem applicable.\n\nDanico eyed off the food.. *'food'*, with a curious glare, prodding at it with a gloved finger. 'Curious' was the only word his mind could muster to describe the lump of grey sponge. Though the smell was most certainly off putting, it failed to rival the old cheese and stale bread eaten on long travel jobs. The smell of cheese sat in a bag for days on end could cause the most rank rat to turn inside out. With the pluck of ribbon holding the mask on, Danico removes the mask, blowing short and fast into the herb chambers to stifle the soft flames inside as he places the mask on the table.\n\nThe removal of the mask reveals lips dry and mildly cracked- a result of long term exposure to nearly direct smoke. On the plus side, breathing freely was never an issue. Taking the lump of so-called bread between his fingers, he raises it as a cheers to the woman across from him. \"When in Taemar\" He exclaims sarcastically before popping it into his mouth. The bread tasted every bit as bad as he thought it would, loosing a small chuckle at its near comically bad taste. \n\nDanico took a moment to clear his throat of the absolute assault he'd received to his senses before responding to the other's questions. \"I merely study for the simple love of learning.\" He continues as his eyes circle the goblet of blood wine placed alongside the food, the temptation to try and get the taste from his mouth was strong. \"What I choose to study usually comes from the chances I'm given. If you've visited the smaller villages, you'll of learned that life is fleeting, regardless of its meaning. If I die knowing that I've learned something new at every chance I get, then I'll die a happy man. It's truly that simple.\" \n\nWith a long, drawn out sigh, Danico bites the proverbial arrow and takes a swig from the goblet, scrunching his face up at the taste. Sure it wasn't any better, but at least it wasn't bog bread. \"But,\" He continues briefly, though interrupted by a second swallow to try and pass the lingering flavours, if it could be called that. \"What do you do? It's my assumption from your words that you are a lady of the cloth, no?\" He leans back in his chair, bringing his ankle up onto the other leg, eyes locked with Serafina in inquisical intent."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \nSerafina studied the Alchemist's face over the rim of her goblet, eyes focused on the cracks in his skin - no doubt the side effect of the overwhelming dryness of herbal smoke. He likely had a salve to assist the desert so she resisted the urge to offer one herself. Perhaps she would make one regardless and offer it as a gift later. A means to visit and continue providing a new perspective and learn even more herself. \n\nShe chuckled at his performance upon eating the bread and the excessive throat-clearing followed by a slight grimace as it journeyed to the stomach amongst plenty of blood wine. She raised her glass in response and took a small portion of the bread in front of her, popping it into her mouth and downing it with a large drink. When eating unsavoury food, Serafina had found it best to push it back far enough to escape the majority of the taste receptors and then drown it with something less pungent. While blood wine was not the best source to do so, it was better than their swamp infested water, which would not doubt enhance the grime of the bread.\n\n\"The small villages do offer a unique perspective on the meaning of life.\" The Wisdom agreed with a slight nod and smile. Before becoming a Magistrate she had spent a good deal of time in the outlying villages of Terresol and Ibethiel. The villages fared well, often producing large amounts of food for the inner cities. While many Wisdoms simply visited the outskirts when requested, Serafina had gone with a very different intent. For nearly a year she integrated herself into the villages, working alongside them, assisting in harvest, and showering the workers with the praises of Camira and Hema. She showed them the power of the gods by raising her own plants, praying that they would grow strong and be bountiful in their production. By the time of harvest, her crops rivalled those of the best farmer in the village. In many ways, Serafina missed that time of her life. The city, and even the House of Wisdom itself, had faux believers with professions of faith simply for monetary or power gain. The villagers had been the complete opposite. Their faith had always been strong and they offered ingenious interpretations of some Southern Pantheon theologies, including the lessons they had learned in their lives. In her opinion, the shitbloods of the outer villages were not given enough credit. But Serafina knew the praise would come. If not during their Mourning, in their following life.\n\nSerafina's gaze returned to Danico's at his question of her profession and she smiled coyly, taking a sip of blood wine before replying. \"Indeed.\" Pausing to collect her words, she thoughtfully formulated her response. \"We are cut from the same clothe, Danico. You study the world with a physical view, an innate desire to obtain all you can from the knowledge it offers.\" The coy smile began to transform into one of true enjoyment, her eyes glistening with the flame of passion she felt for her work. \"I study the world through lenses of the physical and spiritual. When separated, they provide a limited understanding. Combine them, and well.\" She paused with a soft chuckle. \"You'll see things you never imagined.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nOh the woman's laugh made her happy.\n\n\"It sounds as though you have an interesting life, Miss Belladonna.\" She said honestly. It was rare to find a woman (other than herself) so seemingly interested in travel and it seemed to impress the noble.\n\nThough, blood crept up her neck at the thought of being visited by the lady who only gave her more and more reason to faint,\"Oh, I'm rarely home and I don't believe the university of Azarya allows women to visit.\" She spoke quickly, as if to brush aside the notion. She shook her head,\"Oh, no thank you. I think I've had enough to drink tonight and I'd like to keep my wits with me in case knives are thrown again.\"\n\nOh this council couldn't be over with sooner."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nHighly regretting being alive, Valen.\n\nHer stomach refused to let food in, and she didn't quite like alcohol, so there was nothing for her to do except to worry about the situation.\n\nShe couldn't get scared, not after everything she had to go through on her way to get there. The Barrmounts' future depended on her.\n\n\"Excuse me sir, I have something to do\" She excused herself from the conversation with her table companion and got up.\n\nAnna feared her legs wouldn't be able to make it to the table, but she surprisingly reached it. The looks of disgust towards here on the faces of the royalty sitting there were making the Lady want to run away and hide in a corner.\n\nShe cleared her throath and did a well practiced curtsy to king Gregor.\n\n\"Your majesty\" She addressed him, her head down in respect \"Please excuse my appearance, but I have had to endure a rather rough travel after fleeing my home to get help from... From you, your majesty\"\n\nAnna swallowed hard, the looks of the nearby people piercing her skin like knives.\n\n\"I am Lady Anna Barrmount, from house Barrmount in the Iron Plaines, second daughter of Yaron Barrmount. A-and I request your help\"\n\n*\"I will end like that pig, won't I\"* She thought to herself."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Indeed\" He replied to her mention of perspective amongst the outer villages, though the work he found himself doing out in said villages were mostly just healing or reagent trading, there were often times they needed something less.. Savoury. A blood ritual here, torture there, sometimes they needed someone to perform an autopsy but could not afford to send someone to the cities, sometimes crops would fail to grow as the land became less furtile through the colder months and so they were taught how to sacrifice blood to the land for better harvest. None of this bothered Danico, however. He did these jobs out of the pure intent to learn more about those jobs and the lives of the outer villages. So to that extent, Danico found it mildly amusing that she thought they were cut from the same clothe. Though he did not disagree- they were certainly both people with a high degree of interest in the art of learning, he also couldn't help but feel like they were worlds apart. \n\n\"I view the world through a lens of science, sure, but I also take in every angle I'm granted.\" Finally, as the taste of the *'appetizer'* Left his tongue, the blood wine was returned to the table, happy if he'd never have to touch it again. \"Seeing it for what it is, inspecting the parts you can physically touch only provides so much insight.\" His eyes remain locked with the wisdom's, not a thought crossed his mind about her flattering dress or auburn hair- she was pretty, but he had no interest in physical desires. He was far too interested in the woman and her ideals and background to be distracted by such carnal distractions.\n\n\"Tell me, Serafina, have you dabbled much in magic?\" He fully expected her answer to be *\"No\"*, from what he understood, most religious people shunned magic on the basis of it being corrupt and innately evil. And although a lot of magic required some kind of ritual and/or sacrifice, Danico saw this aspect as simply a part of the science that makes the magic work. Much like how Callow Water- one of the most basic alchemical ingredients- is required for so many potions due to its ability to bring out the potential in reagents which all have their own part to play in the tinctures, each element of a ritual or spell has its own part to play."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nAt the mention of magic, Serfina's right eyebrow rose slightly in surprise. 'What a curious question.' It was not unexpected given that few religious scholars had the patience or desire to practice it themselves. But Serafina, during her own study of the gods had taken it upon herself to learn all she could. As often as one may find her studying religious texts of Saris, they would find her among the alchemists, astrologists, and experts in other fields. To her, the neglect of science and magic cultivated among scholars of the Southern Pantheon was a grave mistake. What was the point of worshiping the gods if one did not take the time to understand the tools used to bring about their will? That was where all study met at a crossroads. \n\n\"On the occasion.\" She admitted, taking a swig of blood wine before putting the empty goblet on the table in front of her. She smiled at him, knowingly, eyes holding an air of humour and mischief. \"What use is worshipping the gods if you are ignorant of the tools they use to bring about their will for us?\" Rearranging her position in the chair, Serafina sat a little straighter and leaned forward, curious about how the discussion would proceed. \"I presume you've dabbled in much more than I have, however. Why do you ask?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"Play faster, will you?\" Gregor called to the musicians, waving his finger vigoriously at them as if he was their conductor. His eyes were bloodshot and his face housed a lazy grin, courtesy of the blood wine he'd been binge drinking since the beginning of the evening. \n\n\"Fresh hog meat, for our esteemed guests!\" Kenmath announced, wheeling out a massive, roasted hog. It had an entire head of cabbage stuffed in its mouth. The servant wielded a butcher's knife and began to slice and serve. \n\n\"Eh? Barrmount? Of the Iron Plaines? Yes... I've heard whispers of what's happening there. Shame. Your people are sick and starving, are they not? And now Vivayn has made his way there. Now *That's* A good man,\" Gregor said to Lady Anna, chewing loudly on his bog bread, \"Why do you seek my help when you have Lord Vivayn there? Surely he will do more for you than I ever could, him being a native northerner and all.\" \n\nPrincess Wilhemina poked her skinny finger at the jarred flower that Judas gifted the king. Gregor looked over and grinned. \n\n\"OI, JUDAS!\" He yelled over the polite conversations of the royals to the table at which the magician sat. \"TELL ME, WHAT EFFECTS DOES THIS POISON HAVE?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n It took a while for the Pirate King to get settled, sitting next to Cecilia. Although the hand on his left side relaxed, it never dropped the knife in his pocket, and he took to eating the bread and soup with a singular right hand. \"It wasn't us, no I try to 'ave tha Poppies avoid contact wiff you, on tha account vhat you're a bottomless pit for gold and silver.\" Bradai said in between bites. The bog bread and stinging nettle soup that Kenmath had brought around wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. The texture of the bog bread was a bit off, but when ripped apart and dunked in the thick cream soup, it became less egregiously awful and more bearable. The little girl next to him had whispered something about it, but frankly, Bradai didn't talk to mumblers. He looked down at her from above, she should hardly sense his glare through her wide brimmed hat. The girl kept sipping at the soup, skinny legs and knobby knees knocking with excitement. Bradai turned to Cecilia, \"Is she wiff you?\"\n\n\nHe watched as Gregor placed a sweaty hand on the top of the table and barked something to one of the private setting arrangements in the corner of his ballroom. Bradai turned towards Cecilia and leaned in, \"The Hog King picks up a man and fhreatens 'im wiff deaff and execution. Vhen 'e's shouting down 'is ovher guests to talk about tha poisons 'e brought into 'is 'ome. It's nice to see our 'ost isn't fond of remembering grudges.\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather \nGrunewald Castle, Vallen.**\n\nThe young lord ate in silence for some time, observing guests from his spot as he ate and drank from the meal that was laid before him by the King's servants. When asked about the poison, he was in the middle of drinking Gregor's famed Blood Wine. He set the chalice down on the table, having eaten with the mask on. Droplets of the wine remained on the lips of the mask, making him look as if he was a vampire. \"The Wine is delicious, my king.\" He began, wiping the mask with a napkin before continuing. \"A true delicacy masterpiece, if I do say so myself.\"\n\n\"The poison,\" He began, \"Is virtually tasteless and completely odorless when the petals are introduced to a liquid compound, such as water or wine. It takes effect rather quickly, causing paralysis in the limbs in a matter of minutes as if they're falling asleep. The numbness leads to statue-like symptoms and eventual death. Either your heart fails or you go catatonic and drift off into eternal sleep.\" Judas looked down at the chalice of blood wine before picking it up again, holding it as if he was to toast the King. \"The life of which we live in is dangerous and bloodthirsty. Should you want to kill anyone and kill them quietly, the gift will do it nicely. Avoid the slaughter and reap the rewards, as my father always said.\" He'd finish with another taste of wine, enjoying the beverage unlike many others in the room. He was not a man of guilty pleasures or rich cuisine, so this tasted just fine to him. It tasted like the food from his home, minus the hog."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nKing Gregor listened to the man's description of the poison, a prickle running down his spine. The familiarity of the symptoms Judas listed called forth an apparition in Gregor's eyeline. He blinked the being away and turned his drunken gaze down to his plate. \"Paralysis? That would be cause for a frightening last moment...,\" He rasped. His fist tightened on his goblet, pink knuckles instantly turning a ghostly pale. His expression darkened and he eyed the flower, clearing his throat loudly. \"Ah, I see. A grand gift, indeed,\" Gregor replied to Judas. \n\nOnce his guests lost interest in the conversation, his eyes flickered over to the Queen of the Northshore and she stared back, her head cocked slightly to the side and her food untouched. He grinned broadly at her before forking an enormous piece of hog meat into his mouth. The queen looked away in disgust. \n\n\nThe Romanovs\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"How do you feel about that?\" Queen Elle whispered to Sir Heath, keeping her gaze ahead. \n\n\"I'll keep an eye on him,\" Heath replied back, eyes narrowed and focused on King Gregor. His lip curled in distaste as he watched the king chomp messily on a slab of meat. \"Are you worried?\" He asked softly, voice only registering to his sister. \n\n\"Quite,\" She replied, sipping delicately on her wine."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen.**\n\nJudas sipped from his drink as he carefully acknowledged Grunewald's reaction behind the sunken eyes of the mask. The king was a peculiar man who, in a way, was very much like Judas. But in others, they were drastically different. Watching him gesture to who Judas presumed to be a queen brought forth his attention, his gaze shifting to her and the man that accompanied her. Never before had they met, but due to the clothing she wore his first guest was that she was royalty - a queen of some sort at best. The man who accompanied her was, in Judas's eyes, an escort or a bodyguard. \n\nThe hog set before him smelled delicious, diverting his attention from the royalty to the plate that was set before him. He grabbed his utensils and began to carve bites from the meat he had been given, eating them every so often and continuing to observe those around him, with watchful eyes and listening ears. Royal gossip wasn't very interesting, but perhaps he'd learn something this evening."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nVallen, Taemar\n\nA small, intrigued smirk builds on the edge of Danicos lip, genuinely surprised that the answer had in fact not been no. \"Colour me surprised.\" He replies, his expression turns with a smile for the first time during the conversation. Having genuinely thought that the practice of magic was banned from nearly all facets of religion- as it was in most of the southern countries, the Alchemist leans forward onto the table as a plate of hog was brought around. Inspecting the new, far more appetising dish for a moment, his attention darted back to the woman across from him. His eyes were full of curious intrigue, intent and a thirst for knowledge, but his demeanour had slowly become more casual, his usual uptight posture had begun to relax as the conversation continued. It wasn't often Danico had a decent conversation like this, but he enjoyed it all the same.\n\n\"I had believed that magic was looked down upon by the many faiths.\" He continues as he meshes his fingers together in front, pushing the dish to side for the moment to indulge the conversation further. \"And I have indeed practiced the magical arts to a practical degree.\" His words become somewhat quieter as the conversation of magic continues- he knew there were people here who certainly wouldn't take kindly to someone openly admitting they practice magic \"But to what extent does magic play a role in your job? If it does, that is.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nThe invisible scent of food filled Serafina's nose as the Grunewald servants strode past their table with platters of hog to serve the royals. The discomfort she saw among many of them made her chuckle quietly, but it quieted as her eyes crossed with the Pirate King. 'A enigma if ever there was one.' The man called himself a \"King\" But he was nothing more than an established merchant with an extraordinary ego. He, among others, had been an obstacle to the spread of the Southern Pantheon in the Southern Isles. If murder wouldn't add the remaining years of his life to her Mourning she may have been inclined to remove the obstacle using the flower the magician had so kindly explained the function of. Serafina felt a sense of disappointment in her chest at the thought and sighed, turning back to face Danico while sending up a silent apology. 'Free will and without provocation, Saris, yes, I remember.'\n\nThe main course was delivered to their table moments later, steam rising from the freshly carved hog. Serafina had to admit the smell was heavenly and a welcome respite from the abysmal appetizer. She chuckled as Danico spoke, watching him through the steam that rose from her plate. \"It is.\" She returned, her smile losing its glow for a moment as words of her own elder mentors chastising her for filling her mind with insignificant information rang in her ears. \"But I am not like my colleagues. Ignorance is as equal a sin as robbery.\"\n\nSerafina had nearly missed his admittance of practicing magic as it was covered by her own chewing and inner thoughts. Not that it mattered much, he had indirectly implied his involvement earlier. \"More intellectual than true practice.\" She admitted, washing down a bite of the surprisingly delicious meat with a sip of blood wine. \"Understanding its nature assists in discussions much like the ones you and I are having. If I do dabble,\" She paused with a short smile, \"It was in the outlying villages where they believe in it more heavily.\" She took another bite of hog and studied him for a moment, unsure of how he would take her next remark. \"However, many of the problems they wish to solve with magic have mundane solutions.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen, Taemar\n\nKallophon wrinkled his nose beneath his mask. Surely it was inappropriate to speak openly of *Poison*, especially at a gathering meant to engender ease and diplomacy. If these people grew too defensively minded, then any performer inquiring about patronage would seem more to them like a crafty assassin hired by a fellow guest! Kallophon would spend the next few months either eating, sleeping, and working well, or limping near-penniless back to Terresol; it all depended on tonight.\n\nAs he struck sparse, thin notes on his lyre, Kallophon's eyes began to prospect. King Gregor was an unattractive mark; nothing about the man spoke of good artistic taste to Kallophon. Merely looking upon the rough-cut king made Kallophon queazy. His nausea peaked when he noticed King Gregor seeming to lear at a woman at the middle of the table. Kallophon followed his gaze and contemplated her.\n\nHer description matched what he'd heard of Queen Elsinore. Following the criteria of \"Handsome, lavish-looking blondes\", he identified the man to her right as Sir Heath, who caught the Kallophon's eye for a few seconds too many. If the Romanovs lived as sumptuously as he had heard, surely they were the kind to appreciate his crafts? The idea of spending time in so lush and cosmopolitan a court was also very enticing. He thought about strategy. The Queen had a few children, yes? Maybe he could offer himself as a tutor. He made a note of it.\n\nTo the right of Sir Heath; was that ...? Ah yes, it was. Queen Lane. She was nicely dressed, he supposed.\n\nAt the end of the table were two regal-looking women. He didn't recognise one, but the other was remarkably familiar; those silver eyes, that elegant nose. By the gods, could it be? He thought, and waited for an intermission in the music. He hurried a hand into his coin pouch and sifted around. With an excited grin, he produced an Astorian silver and interposed it between his eyes and she the object of his curiosity. A quick comparison between her face and the one on the coin's obverse yielded the answer he'd hoped for: he was looking at Anyanka Durkhan, Grand Duchess of Astoria and Queen of South Feyshore! If his recent experiences in Ostrava were any indication, Astoria was the perfect place for an artist of his calibre to prosper; if he could manage to insinuate himself into *Her* Patronage, he'd be set for life.\n\nHis excitement took a brutal fall when he realised she wasn't conscious. Maybe if she roused just as he was beginning to win over the crowd with sweet music, then she'd be even more captivated? Either way, between her, the Romanovs, and any other potentially adequate patrons he had yet to identify, he was spoiled for choice. All he needed to do was show them.\n\nHe leaned over to Imogen just before they resumed playing. \"Imogen, I have a proposal,\" He said, his voice soft and humble. \"If you and the other two offer some accompaniment while I play my own material, you can keep every coin you were going to pay me, as well as my tunic. I might need you to do a bit of mid-range singing. All I need is a half-hour. Please.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nProbably the only point in time when zombie boars could be boring.\n\nJax barked at his squire. The pale boy quickly materialized from the crowd, holding a placard and pointing to a chair at the end of the table. Jax swept his arm underneath his lady's leg and lifted her up to carry her to the only available seats.\n\nThe pale boy in a cadet uniform ran ahead to pull the chair away from the table and kick Jax's away to create more space, a feat that would have destroyed the former indentured boy from the leg up.\n\nJax was using every bit of discipline he could to not jostle Anya too much while moving his feet as quickly as possible. Jax was Geisha running. The delicate part was putting her in the actual chair itself without knocking her head against anything. Once she was seated and he was kneeling next to her, he held out a hand to the air, in which Aleks placed a piece of ice wrapped in thick linen. Jax brought it up to his queen's forehead and gingerly placed it there for a few moments before removing it, he repeated this process multiple times while calling: \"My Lady, can you hear me? Wake up, please.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen, Taemar\n\nKallophon thrust up a finger before she could answer, looking away from her with a furrowed brow of reconsideration. \"Actually, forget that. Um ... Hmm ... Yes, I'll approach Gregor and ask him to call for a moment of silence so I can perform a short solo piece. You can keep half of what I'm owed.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nKirk took his seat at one of the four secondary tables. It was empty except for a man whose place tag read \"Advisor Zane.\" He didn't recognize any of the names on the tags. Hopefully, the advisors present would be honored to be seated next to Ibethiel's Royal Antiquities Dealer, a title which unfortunately had been omitted from his place tag. The tag belonging to a woman next to him also had no title, so hopefully it didn't mean anything. After settling in, Kirk began the work of eating his serving of bog bread.\n\n. . .\n\n**Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nLucrezia found her seat at the end of the table. Sharing the end with her was Anyanka Durkhan, who seemed to be passed out in her chair on the left with a man dabbing at her face with a cloth. \"At least the dinner will be quiet,\" The queen mumbled to herself as she sat down. She looked at the table off to her right and noticed Kirk sitting at it, facing her direction. It wasn't the greatest view. Whoever was sitting at her right at the long table had not yet arrived, and she couldn't read the tag for whoever it was at her angle. In silence, she began to eat the bog bread.\n\n. . .\n\n**King Dennon Bigsby\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nDennon sighed when he saw the child in pink sitting next to his place at the table. At least King Whylder hadn't taken his seat yet. Dennon inched both chairs to the left, away from the kid as much as he could before taking his seat. He made eye contact with his wife once before trying to eat the bog bread, which was quickly followed by the serving of a roasted hog. The cabbage was a nice touch."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Imogen\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nImogen's spindly fingers plucked at the strings of her instrument as she considered Kallo's offer. \n\n\"All of your coin and you must buy the drinks tonight once we retire to the tavern,\" She countered with a smirk."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nIt felt like years had passed when she blinked open her eyes again. Jax Brightwater crouched before her, doing something that made her face feel slick and she scrunched her nose in distaste, turned away from the... Rag? It was a rag, it had to be, the slick wasn't hot like sweat or the humidity of the bog-king's court. She blinked twice more, remembering the sight of the reanimated hog and swallowing down the thought. \n\nWhen finally her vision cleared she looked up and past him, finding herself seated across the table from a sloppily eating Gregor with Sir Brightwater to her left. \n\n\"We're still fucking _here?_\" She breathed, all too aware of the smell of blood still in the room. Mikhail was seated next to Auburn and Queen Elle, and she gave him a look to try and catch his eye. He was distracted, however, by his Aunt who was sipping wine. There was a moment of hesitation before he took the glass before him, and Anya turned her attention to Jax. \n\nHer entire party had been divided and placed in different positions in the hall, and she inhaled deeply, straightening herself. It was already a long night."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"Fine,\" He replied, his eyes rolling playfully, \"But *Only* If he says 'yes'!\"\n\nHe stepped into the corner, taking some obscurity behind them. If he was going to get anywhere near those people, he needed to make sure he was sensually tolerable. His hand fished another useful item out of his pouch: a small tube of rosy liquid. He popped the cork and dripped it gently onto his wrists and the flanks of his neck. Rather than rub the rose-petal perfume into his olive skin, he waited about ten or fifteen seconds for it to become sufficiently soaked into each spot. Taking care of his appearance could demand every ounce of patience in his soul. Once he was confident he *Smelled* Pleasant, he decided to hike his boar mask to expose his countenance. Perhaps having it down would be too much, but he at least wanted to show King Gregor a bit of respect for the man's culture.\n\nKallophon tucked his lyre under his arm and set off with a confident stride. As King Gregor's imposing image grew larger and larger in his view, he felt a sense of impending doom rattling in his chest. Steeling himself, he came around Princess Walburga, and, gingerly stepping in beside Anna, gave the king a low bow. \"Your Majesty, if I may intrude upon your time to make an offer of myself.\" His manner was gentle and courteous, and he relaxed his larynx to hit the deeper, most soothing tones of his voice."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nThe alchemist pulls the plate back to his front as the Wisdom begins into her cut of hog, taking the cutlery and beginning to carve into the far more appetizing dinner. \"Interesting\" He replies to the mention of her rejection of the principles taught by the many faiths against the use of magic. The practical, forward thinking mindset was certainly a fresh take. Most he had worked with in recent times were either clueless to the practicality of magic or simply shunned it out of fear they would be targeted by those that tried to wipe its existence from the present day. \"But I certainly agree. Ignoring the tools at your disposal, especially when based purely on morals and ideals, is a fool's errand.\"\n\nThe alchemist shoves a fork-full of pork into his mouth, clearly enjoying the taste over the barely edible sponge he consumed earlier. After savoring the bite of food for a moment, he clears his throat to talk again. \"Though I agree, there are often mundane solutions to many tasks and many tasks require mundane solutions. However, magic is a powerful tool that cannot be denied. For instance-\" Danico takes hold of the jade necklace around his neck, holding the jewel up for the other to see in a decent light. The jade embedded in the necklace sparkles a peculiar, vibrant purple hue under certain angles- similar to the way a bent mirror will reflect direct light only when viewing it from a certain angle. \"This necklace causes the Fern Hoppers found in the swamplands of The Melsoh to become passive towards me.\" He shows the gem in specific angles towards the other for a few seconds longer before releasing it again. The Gem also had a few other hidden effects, though he wouldn't so eagerly tell of them. \"No preparation, no forethought beside putting it on. It works on its own.\" He rubs the gem momentarily, clearly thinking about it fondly as he talks. \"Sure, you could just actively look for ferns and avoid them.\" He continues returning his attention to the girl. \"But this makes it so much easier.\" \n\nDanico shovels another bite of pork into his mouth, savoring it again as if he hadn't tasted anything this good in years. \"Say, if you ever find yourself with an inclination to learn the magical arts, I'd be happy to educate.\" A smile returns to his lips once more, interested in all she has to say."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nWith his Queen once again awake and the party returning to a more normal state. \n\n_As normal as Gregor gets, I suppose._ He remarked in his head. \n\nEric hadn't forgotten his frustrations despite almost being head(less?) butted by a undead hog. If anything, they multiplied. His gaze passed to his wife, who made eye contact for a moment. They'd placed her next to Zane, something he knew she wouldn't love. \n\n_Who the fuck made these arrangements?_ \n\nKing Gregor was as distracted as he always was, so Eric crossed the room and appeared at Zane and Angelica's table. \n\n\"Having fun, 'Gelica?\" Eric asked, knowing the answer. After her response, he'd look down at Zane and place a hand on the back of his seat. \n\n\"We should trade seats.\" Eric said to Zane in a sort of asking-but-not-really tone, but holding a pleasant smile."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nZane let out a small sigh as Eric walked over, masking it as a yawn, barely paying attention to the man as he spoke to Angelica. When he crossed the table and placed an arm on Zane's chair, his brow rose a bit, idly glancing at him.\n\nWhen the man propositioned him for his seat, Zane had to bite back on a snort. \n\nSit at a table with people he doesn't know, or annoy Angelica for a few hours? Easiest choice of his life.\n\n\"Talk to your wife all you want, but do me a favor, Eric.\" Zane grabbed a glass of wine from the table and leant back, taking a small sip as he glanced at the man. \"Don't try to demand things from me.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Gruneald, Taemar\n\nThe long tapers of the candles had melted down to half their original size, sealing base onto the table in dripped wax. Kenmath weaved through the tables with a decanter of blood wine, refilling all of the goblets to the brim. Per Gregor's instructions, he was not to let one sober person leave the dining hall. \n\nKing Gregor was admiring the neckline of Duchess Anyanka's gown when a peculiar boy with a boar's mask caught his attention. He reached up and pulled the mask back down over the boy's face and admired it for a second.\n\n\"I don't fuck boys, if that's what you're hoping for,\" Gregor wheezed with laughter, pounding his fist hard on the table. Tears streamed down his ruddy cheeks and he took a moment to collect himself. Though the boy's expression was concealed behind the mask, his posture indicated that he was, at the very least, uncomfortable. \"Ah, no, I kid. What is it? Do you wish to sample some of this boar meat? I'll slice your fingers off, if that's the case,\" He said, tapping the mask's snout with his greasy dagger."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"I'm sorry you took it like that, _Advisor_ Harmattan.\" Lord Stafford said with a continued pleasant smile. \n\n_I see why Angelica hates him now._\n\nA flash of everything he would have liked to do to Zane in that moment flashed through his mind. His muscles tensed and his left hand twitched for a moment. \n\nBut, as King Randall had taught him, he breathed and looked back across to Angelica. \n\n\"I will see you later, love. Enjoy dinner.\" He said, his eyes meeting hers for a moment. \n\nWith that interaction over, he about-faced and made the walk back to his seat. \n\n_After everything I've done for Feyshore, that motherfucker denies me the right to sit next to my wife._ Eric thought, fixating on the pork in front of him, beginning to carve sections up. His left hand trembling slightly with rage."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nKirk quietly sighed with relief as Eric walked away from the table, grateful that he hadn't been asked to make the trade. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but he didn't want to be the one to draw negative attention from King Gregor for upsetting the seating chart."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nUncomfortable Kallophon most certainly was. The way the king roughly handled the minstrel's mask, the crude joke and raucous laughter that followed; it was almost enough to make Kallophon shiver. Gregor's particular *Arrangement* Definitely was the style of male art that he found most pleasing to the eye; Prince Auburn, on the other hand, was quite a different story now that he could see the young man more closely. Wilhemina as well. What nymph had this boor married whose overpowering beauty had managed to save those two from their father's ruinous seed? Kallophon shook his head a little, casting off such unbecoming thoughts. He couldn't let any sign of disrespect slip through.\n\nHe nervously paused as Gregor tapped his 'snout'. Kallophon swallowed. He recalled a favourite stage technique and bent his knees slightly, focusing the anxiety in his body down into his legs. Play along and speak plainly, he told himself. \"Your Majesty, could you put a bit of hush on the guests for just a minute or two? You see, I've come a long way from Terresol, and I'd like to have a moment to *Present* Myself, if you understand.\" Too soft. He had to play the man harder. \"Ease some of these fops off their tenterhooks, as it were.\" Wait, was that too pretentious?\n\nKallophon's mind raced and raced, trying to devise a forceful punch to this request. An idea of a sort he'd long tried to bury in the black soil of his mind wormed its way into the open, leering at him. It wasn't a clever manoeuvre so much as a tactical submission to one of his profession's most egregious and perilous stereotypes. Going through it with it felt like breaking an unspoken oath, but Kallophon's immediate reaction to the thought - for he had no time to contemplate - was that it was his only choice. He was plainly asking for what he wanted for nought but selfish desire; to get it, Kallophon needed to promise Gregor what he desired.\n\n\"And you know, Your Majesty,\" Kallophon added, leaning in towards Gregor, in towards the danger, \"Sweet music has been known to loosen the hearts of even the most austere woman. Queens, Your Majesty? The right tune can totally undo their pretences, leaving you with nothing but a fair woman whose thoughts lie towards love, and who should be quite susceptible to offers of marriage, or even more ... 'base' proposals. Whether from the musician himself - who in this case has no such interest - or, well, any fortunate man who approaches them.\"\n\nYou're everything they say you are, Kallophon hissed at himself. Not only was he encouraging the slavering cad, but he may have been about to start a war. This is how wars started, wasn't it? It was in all the plays."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nKing Gregor scratched his bearded chin at the musician's proposition. The royals at the dinner were absolute, uptight bores and he did not see any reason *Not* To interrupt their drawl for some more entertainment. If the musicain failed to entertain to their hearts' content, then Gregor would merely string him up and redo the Hog Dangle the proper way. He would be happy, either way. \n\n\"Of course, my boy!\" Gregor boomed, standing up abruptly and causing his chair to clatter back onto the floor. He swiped his plate off the table and grabbed the musician from under his armpits, heaving him up onto the table with no effort at all. \"*Silence, everyone!*\" Gregor yelled, causing the crowd to immediately hush and earning more than his fair share of annoyed stares. \"This boy wants to impress you with his magnificent musical abilities. Quite the attention whore, don't you think? Aha— well, lets hope he's as good as he thinks he is,\" Gregor said. He picked his chair back up and sat his heavy body down, looking up expectantly at the boy."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nKid table #2\n\nThe exchange between Eric and Zane seemed to happen faster than she could properly react to it, she was more than a little uncomfortable, and with every passing moment she was starting to think that maybe -just maybe- Anya had been right for once. The whole evening seemed like a shit show, and she looked to Ollie with a sympathetic smile. \"Got anything stronger than this shit wine?\"\n\n\nAnyanka Durkhan\nStill here\n\nAnya had only barely seen the end of the interaction between her representatives, and she didn't like the way Eric tensed before leaving. Zane was probably antagonizing Angelica, which meant either she was fighting back or Eric had tried to play hero and didn't manage it. Either way, she wanted to swat them all in the back of the head for acting like children when her own child was actually behaving. He'd taken up a conversation with Prince Auburn, though she had no idea what the two might have in common. Gregor stood up shortly after, demeaning silence in the room for a performer. Anya inhaled deeply, then shifted forward in her seat, pressing an elbow to the table to prop her chin upon her wrist as her eyes moved to the bard."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ollie\nSecondary Seating, The Castle Grunewald\n\nOllie looked up briefly from the work in his lap, and noticed that Lady Angelica Stafford was looking at him. \"No. This bloodwine is supposedly the best in Vallen.\" The boy ran his fingers along the rim, rubbing the ruddy liquid between his thumb and forefinger. \"Either we're to be sober the entire night, or this wine kicks in later on.\" \n\nThrough the pages in his book, he produced a letter. A time for the meeting, and the demands for Mikhail's presence, were passed across the table. \"Take care of that, my lady.\" He motioned to the Astorian spymaster, preoccupied in bickering with the ambassador's wife. \"We really shouldn't involve warriors in the disputes of politics. They were made to fight, not rule.\" The boy gave a comforting smile, and raised the papers back over his face. His pork sat on his plate, untouched."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Magistrate Wisdom to House Terresol\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nSerafina watched him describe the necklace around his neck with a smile. The man clearly had a strong connection to it and Alchemy as a field. She cut another bite off of the hog in front of her and chewed it as he continued, nodding her thanks to the Grunewald servant who refilled her cup. 'Though it should probably be my last.' \n\nThe dichromatic crystal was breathtakingly beautiful, even if one considered magic a hoax, you couldn't deny it. The purple teasing the eye at different angles popped up to entice you and then disappeared, playing a childish game of hide and seek with the viewer as one might with a child. She nodded in agreement about the simplicity, but had also thought of an alternative solution that would also give her an idea of the Alchemists capabilities. \"Interesting.\" She mused, glancing back down at the jade hanging around his neck before returning her eyes to his own. \"Wouldn't an elixir made of plants that sang of the same vibrations have a similar function?\" This was one of the things she had learned during her brief time of study with the Alchemists in the House of Wisdom. Life was full of supposed vibrational energy and much of \"Magic\" Was just an alteration of such energies to achieve your desires. Serafina had similar thoughts about the gods based on her own experience. \"And if so, if it is the vibrations of the crystal that you've simply redirected for a specific purpose, I wouldn't consider that magic, but I'm speaking purely theoretically.\"\n\nGlancing down at her plate, Serafina found herself surprised by her dismay at the emptiness it reflected back at her. With a sigh, she pushed the plate to the side, indicating she was finished before picking up the goblet of wine to lean back in her chair. Danico's proposal caught her off guard in that very moment and her eyes flashed to his own at the offer, remaining locked as she leaned back and strummed the goblet with her fingers. \"A curious proposal, and perhaps one we should reconsider at a later time lest our heads be removed for talking during the bards performance.\" She chuckled, turning her attention to the bard who had the misfortune of being singled in front of the courts. She sent up a silent prayer to Auryn for the man's soul should he fail to impress and become yet another sacrifice of the feast."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nKallophon froze like a dead mouse as Gregor plucked him up and stood him on the table. His face, which he thought to be a pleasant, refined encapsulation of the Terresolian visage, was concealed by that of a boar. His instrument, as magnificent as Kallophon thought it was - nearly the same width as him and over a third of his height, with a turtle shell for a chest - must have seemed very unusual, perhaps even primitive, to those before him. At least he had pretty clothes. And a damn good hand.\n\n\"Yes, Your Majesties and other esteemed guests, please forgive my whoring. I'd consider myself a musician looking to advertise, more so than a sashaying strumpet, but many would say there is not much difference. Perhaps they are right; but rather than present my *Favours*, I would present to you one of my favourite *Tunes*. Here it follows.\"\n\nHe gently lowered himself onto crossed legs. He'd performed in some strange settings before, but sitting on a dinner table in front of royals? They'd never believe half of this night back in Yiannopoulos. Having never played in front of such dense foreign nobility before, he felt butterflies swarming in his stomach. By Saris, was that the Pirate King to his right? And Queen Durkhan was not only conscious again, but looking straight at him!\n\nThankfully, no one could see the full extent of his apprehension through his mask. He took a calming breath, secured his lyre by its arm in his left hand, and took up the plectrum in his other. When he opened his eyes, the ten catgut strings filled his view. He brought his plectrum to gentle contact with a high note, and then drew it across the strings in a ripple of notes. The song wavered, then became crystallised by one clear dyadic note. From there, the tune spilled forth."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia de Blanc\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nAmicia had arrived in Vallen only a day ago and already she was lost. The winding, twisting streets of the capital city felt so alien from the familiar streets of Gorgonys and every time she thought of the place she grew up in a knot would tie and tighten in her stomach. A horrible sensation really. So, she pushed the thoughts down and focused on learning her way around.\n\nWalking, the small girl's fingers fell over a chain of lockets at her neck and she twisted it around a spindly finger. The weeks of travel left the short girl looking a little worse for wear, the travel had not been good for her appetite and her clothes hung looser when she arrived than when she had left. Finally feeling her feet on solid ground should have been a blessing but a night of rough sleep in a stranger's doorway in the cool, damp air of Taemar had left her in a strange mood and the ground no longer felt like a blessing.\n\nStuck in her thoughts, the young mortician turned a corner and was instantly pushed into by a small gaggle of kids, some almost as tall as herself. She fell onto her side, scraping open the skin of her elbow on the rough cobblestone streets. With a yelp and a glower the children ran off and Amicia got up and found a step to sit on, picking away at the stones that embedded themselves in her skin - wincing each time a new one was poked at."
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"author": "thebeardedmystic_",
"message": "Edward Cyneward\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nFrom a single glance, one could tell that Edward was rather impoverished. Edward wore a ragged set of wool clothing and a long, but torn beige cloak. Edward's blonde hair was tied back with a scrap of linen. More importantly, he was barefoot and carried a bindle against his shoulder. \n\nCyneward had been in the streets of Vallen for a few days by now. Edward was walking down a cobblestone road when he heard the commotion around the corner. As Cyneward turned the corner, not only did he spot Amicia, but the kids had run right past him. Edward made a concerned face and called out to the woman as he approached her, \"Hey, are you all right? I'm a . . Doctor. . Uhm apprentice.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia de Blanc\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nFrom her stoop, Amicia glanced towards the voice calling to her and immediately grew suspicious. Quickly, she stood and took a few cautious steps back. She did not like doctors. A doctor meant illness was nearby and she was *Not* Ill.\n\nBesides, a doctor usually had the money to have holes in their clothes fixed. Amicia covered her elbow with her opposite hand and stared through him with wide eyes.\n\n\"I'mmm... Fiiine.\" She sounded as though talking were a struggle. The girl's voice was gravelly and low and didn't *Quite* Fit her face,\"Yooou're not a-\" The tip of her tongue sat rested on the top of her mouth as if she was trying to finish the sentence, eventually, she just closed her mouth."
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"author": "thebeardedmystic_",
"message": "Edward Cyneward\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nEdward seemed a little curious at whether she would finish her sentence but decided to not press her about it. The man smiled gently as his grey eyes scanned her. \"You don't look fine though... I know it's hard to trust a stranger but I mean no harm. My name is Edward Cyneward.\" The man offered an outstretched hand towards her as he said, \"At the very least let me make a salve for those cuts. My mentor wouldn't let me walk out alive if he found out I didn't treat a woman who'd just been attacked.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nA bard in a hog mask had been hoisted up onto the table and began to strum his instrument. The music was indeed *Enchanting*, but Heath could not help but pass his gaze over King Gregor, who stared up blankly as the musician played. \n\n\"I suppose he expected something a bit more raucous,\" Heath murmured to Elle, taking a sip of his wine. Elle nodded, bemused at the man's performance. Any other royal would have been delighted to have such fine entertainment. The Hog King merely sat there bored, chunks of hog meat hanging from his beard. Kenmath, the scrawny old servant, danced on his own in the corner of the room, tears of happiness streaming down his wrinkled cheeks. His hat fell off and his expression quickly changed to one of dread. \n\n\"He plays so elegantly...,\" Elle said, touching her hand to her pearl choker. \n\n\"Yes, he does,\" Heath agreed, adding, \"A thousand gold pieces says that he'll die two minutes into being strung up.\" Elle drew her lips into a tight line and nodded slowly, accepting the wager. Elle then turned and regarded the boy on the other side. \n\n\"Mikhail, I am elated that we're seated next to each other. I've missed you. You must promise to visit us up in the North Shore sometime soon. Your cousins ask about you often,\" She said, patting Mikhail's hand. \n\n\"As do your siblings,\" Heath added with a smile, leaning forward so that he could see Mikhail past his sister's curls."
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{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe prince had been drunk upon his own majesty, a state that no amount of blood wine could come close to providing. Not that wine ever had any effect on the boy. Yet, in that moment, he felt the most intoxicated he ever had in all his life. To his right sat the Pirate King; the bane of his existence, the fire of his loins. To his left, King Dennon; the brand new, red and plump apple of his eye. Prince Nickles turned his tearbright eyes up toward the heavens (in this case, up toward the painting of Queen Matilda's gaping cunt), and thanked the God of Plenty for blessing his night with promises of devoted and sensual enjoyment. \n\nHe peeped coquettishly out from under the brim of his hat at the Pirate King. \"I did not know that pigs could play instruments. What is next, I beg your pardon? Shitbloods being allowed to wear proper shoes?\" Nickles cracked, giggling prettily. He placed his hand upon the Pirate King's knee and scratched at his pantleg, attempting to create some snags in the fabric. \"Finely tailored and beautifully worn, you have outdressed us all.\" He untangled his jagged nails from the king's pants and turned his attention to One Dennon Bigsby. \n\nHe leaned in, pushing his hat up to reveal his heavily makeuped face. His cheeks were bright with rouge and his lips looked beestung. They were, in fact, beestung. Prince Nickles believed staunchy that pain is beauty, and he absolutely refused to be seen at a royal dinner without full, red lips. \"Have you seen what the Pirate King turned up in? Snaggly pants. Quite the statement. Perhaps... The wrong statement,\" He whispered urgently. He turned to glance quickly back at Maith. \"Shh... We mustn't disturb the pig man. He is performing nicely for us all to see and hear.\" \n\nPrince Nickles folded his hands delicately in his lap and turned back to the musician, listening intently."
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{
"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nDanico tilted his head with curiosity at her suggestion that the necklaces effect could be duplicated with a simple potion. It wasn't so much a matter of being schooled in the matter- he had known that the effect he mentioned could most certainly be replicated with a potion. It might take a while to brew but it could certainly be done. No, rather he had been rather impressed by the girls knowledge of herbalism. Learning basic principles and common procedures was one thing, but learning the uncommon material was another entirely. Curious.\n\n\"Interesting hypothesis.\" Dancio replied, letting the jade hang free as he takes another bite of the pork. \"Though you could certainly recreate the effect as a elixir, the effect of such would only last so long. As such, you would be preparing the elixir time and time again, each time you had to travel through The Melsoh, and depending on the length of your stay, multiple times per trip. Potions do wear off as the body purges it from the system.\" Upon finishing the pork, the alchemist pushes his plate to the side, cutlery aligned neatly side by side in the centre of the plate as he too leans back in his chair, though all too happy to leave the blood wine where it is. \"The effect of the necklace is, however, permanent. So long as I continue to wear it.\" His eyes follows the finger of the other as she plays with the goblets rim momentarily before returning to her eyes. \"I must admit I do not fully understand the enchantment attached to this piece of jewellery, it was a gift from a friend after all.\"\n\nDanico pauses as Serafina mentions being quiet during the bard's performance. *\"A good idea.\"* He retorts quietly, casually crossing his arms as the performance plays. He watched as the bard played his song and did rather well at it. A performance fit for a feast meant for royalty. The host of this feast, however, did not look so pleased. Where most of the guests looked as though they were enjoying this song and its rather catchy tune, the king Grunewald himself looked as though he was about to simultaneously fall asleep and bury his boot up the bards behind. *\"I wonder if his head will too end up a thorn bush.\"* Danico jested grimly and discretely and from the side of his mouth."
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{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nCastle Grunewald, The feast\n\nThe shifter ignored the fainting duchess to her right, picking up one of the utensils used for eating before using it to poke at the roasted hog served in front of her. Her gaze shifted around towards the royals and nobles at the table, studying the way they ate before mimicking their etiquette. Something that turned out to be a lot easier than she had hoped. Returning her attention to Bradai, she raised a questioning brow before leaning forward to look around the pirate King. The child covered in pink was someone she did not recognise one bit, however the large brimmed hat he wore allowed most of his features to be seen. Leaning back in her chair, Cecilia began eating the hog with as much restraint she could muster. It was difficult to not use her hands or shove all the food into her mouth. \"I don't travel with children.\" \n\nWhen the duchess woke up, Cecilia felt a smirk pull at her lips towards the comment she spoke before King Gregor demanded silence in the room. She had barely dropped her fork as she continued to eat, looking towards the musician whose music soothes her ears before the child besides Bradai took her full attention. She continued to watch the Bard while listening to the pink abomination's rambling, doing her best to keep her laughter contained until she noticed in her peripheral the child took off her hat. She immediately turned towards the child before dropping her utensils in disgust. \"I never thought I would ever say this but I'm officially not hungry anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia de Blanc\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nAmicia didn't like this at all. She was small enough that if things went sideways she could duck into a nearby alley and hide. But she was tired already today.\n\n\"I wasn't ah-attacked.\" Her tone sounded argumentative though her cadence seemed too flat for it. She rubbed at the cuts to show she was fine, though only succeeded in digging a small stone further in.\n\nWincing, she hid her arm behind her back and shouldered her bag on her other arm."
},
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**Vallen Taemar**\n\n\"What do you reckon's going on in there, Elbaroda?\" Another Captain in Bradai's fleet asked the very bored Bard Captain. \"Fuckin' eatin'? How am I supposed t' know?\" His ship had arrived just a few days before the dinner, and he left it at port Sturm with the rest of the Maith ships and crews. It was a joy to see Lord Bradai's personal vessel, the *Man O' Wars* Again, for it was a beautiful ship. That, however, had been the only bright spot in that damnable country. The whole fucking country somehow smelled ranker than a crew's quarters after a month at sea, and the locals were no better. The islander had received nothing but slurs and grief the whole horseback ride to the capital. Fuckin' horses. That had to be the most uncomfortable trek he had ever experienced, every single jostle or bump from the creature made him wish even more to be on the seas. Finally, he was there in Castle Shithole, stark in the middle of Capitol Shithole of Shitholeville, miles from the sea. He wanted to sing a shanty to pass the time, but he supposed etiquette or something along those lines was stopping him. Ultimately what stopped him was his knowledge that Lord Bradai Maith had a lot to gain from the council, and he needed to be on his 'best behavior' during his stay. For a pirate at least. Certainly they wouldn't notice a few silver trinkets missing from their vast collections of wealth. He considered it compensation for him and his crew's hardships. \"If Lord Maith didn' wan' me here, I'd be far away. I don' like bein' so far from th' sea. It feels unnatural, besides, they just stuck us in this side room and forgo' 'bout us. So much fer a warm welcome.\" He crossed his arms and looked crossly at the door to the main dining hall. \"This shite better be done soon, else I'll lose me mind.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nBradai paused when Cecilia said that she didn't travel with children. He turned to speak again to the little girl, and watched as her warped hand came across his thigh. The pallid hand was covered in a chalky white dust, but Bradai could see that beneath the glamour were splotchy rashes and bruises. The fingernails, long and warped, ripped at the fabric on his pantleg and for a brief moment he could feel the cartilage, sharp as the tongs of the fork in his hands, brushed up against the skin. At that, Bradai jerked his leg up, smashing the girl's hand between his knee and the table. The sudden movement yanked the girl's hand from the fabric of his pants, which now looked like it had been eaten by moths. Bradai gripped the back of his chair as his eyes widened. _Oh._ \n\nWhen the boy turned and leaned into Dennon Bigsby, Bradai turned towards Cecilia. \"I will protect you vhis Council. Fuck tha man vhat paid ye, I will double it. I'll make sure you're protected.\" He looked down briefly at the hairpin between them as it found its point in the side of her dress, pressing lightly against the shifter's skin, only a thin layer of cloth dividing the two. \n\n\"Oi,\" He said, smiling, \"Look up 'ere.\" He directed her view away from the knife with his fingers, \"I don't want to stab you in tha stomach and let everyone know you're 'ere. I was going to do vhat during dessert, I will be 'onest. But vhere are greater concerns now. _You_ might just become the luckiest bounty 'unter in tha world. I'm sitting next to tha Prince a' tha Isle of Rikkon, 'oo is currently responsible for murdering tha wife of tha King vhat owns vhis castle. If you give 'im as a Council gift? 'oose to say 'ow vhey'll reward you.\" He pulled away from her, but kept the hair stick firm against her.\n\nBradai watched as the bard spun above him. \"Do tha smart fing for once, Lady—\" Bradai pursed his lips, concealing a smirk, \"_What_ is your name, my lady?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nKallophon's head blissfully swayed to the music. His bore mask seemed locked in eternal porcine indignation, though one close enough to see his eyes in the candle-light could tell his expression underneath was one of utter serenity. For him, this song evoked beautiful memories. This was one of the tunes that Mother would play for him and Lais to soothe them into their night's rest. He could still see the faint smile that the music brought to her kind, elegant face. In moments like those, Kallophon had thought she looked more like a queen than even Romanov and Durkhan as he saw them now. A gentle, skilful queen, swaying gently to the divine sound she decanted from her brilliant mind into the sleepy heads of her children, swaying gently just like he was swaying now.\n\nShe was the reason that Kallophon was in that dining room. This sentiment his heart held with certainty. She'd held his hand every step of the way. The last words they shared were what drove him to finally seize his destiny. Her unseen, unfelt hand had rested on his shoulder every time he was dreading the audience's scrutiny from offstage. She had guided him through every motion. Whenever he sang, he could hear her sweet harmony joining his voice. Every time he'd fallen asleep in some rough inn on the road here, she'd been sitting at his bedside, watching over him. It was half-pagan to think of her as still being with him; if all that the Wisdoms preached was true, she'd surely moved on to a higher place in life, and yet he could not deny the feeling that her spirit was always with him. The idea of her, if nothing else. Knowing that someone so perfect could exist was all he needed to make it through.\n\nReality roused him. Kallophon's fingers pulled a final descending ripple of notes, then struck the last three notes out from the lyre. That was it. The essence of the tune hung in the air for a moment and weighed him down onto the table. He reached up to pull his mask off of his face, and his eyes were glistening. He smiled, however. He felt accomplished. He knew this was only one step in his quest, but the hardest part was out of the way. Kallophon bowed, still sitting. \"Kallophon of Milo dearly thanks his audience.\"\n\nKallophon blew a quick, happy sigh as he turned and moved to dismount the table. His eyes landed on Gregor's face. He'd entirely forgotten that the man was sitting behind him, and though he tried to hide it, a sharp stab of anxiety struck his heart as he tried to process the king's expression.\n\nOh well, he thought to himself, at least I'll be a pleasant-smelling meal. In the haze of his apprehension, he found himself wondering if roses even grew in Taemar."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe King grunted as the man finished his song. He continuously rubbed his chin, eyes upon the expectant musician. The hall was dead silent, save for the scratchiness of Gregor's beard. \n\n\"Well,\" Gregor said, a smile breaking his lips, \"That was quite a performance. But was it worth interrupting our dinner?\" He mused. He swept his arms out, eyeing the guests. \"Let them decide! Should we string this lad up after that performance? AYE or NAY?!\" \n\n\"AYE!\" Cried Kenmath from the corner, his eyes glistening in hunger. \n\n\"Nay,\" Princess Wilhelmina said quietly. \n\n\"AYEEEE!\" Prince Nickles screamed, wagging his newly injured hand in the air. \n\n\"WHAT DO THE REST OF YE SAY?!\" King Gregor demanded. \"Two to one thus far is *Not* In his favor! Perhaps we'll get a proper Hog Dangle, after all.\"\n\n\"Nay,\" Heath said, leaning back in his chair. \n\n\"Nay,\" Queen Elle and King Daniel echoed. \n\n\"Aye!\" Lord Aleksandr called from his side table, a smirk playing at his lips."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Astorian party \nTaemar\n\nAngelica raised a brow at the call for a vote. \"Nay.\"\n\nMikhail hadn't had time to respond to Heath or Elle before the vote was called, and he and his mother both echoed an \"Nay!\", Lest the poor man be strung up."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nTaemar\n\n\"Nay!\" Valentine called out, momentarily stopping her conversation,\"He's just a boy!\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islanders\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nGitten had hardly looked at the poor bastard and had gone for a piss during his performance, but on account of the fact that he was a mainlander and for no other reason at all, made the solemn decision to string him up like a hog. \"Aye.\" She shook her head in mock mourning. \"And may 'e rest in peace.\" \n\nThe Pirate King sighed, cutting Gitten off. \"Gitten, vhat is a _bard._ 'is job is to write songs vhat people will sing for centuries. You want the legacy uff our 'ouse to be defined by random bard killings? Fuck off. Nay. Nay for boff uff us, my sister is drunk on bloodwine, she knows not what she means.\" \n\nOllie, who really was drunk on bloodwine, looked up briefly from his cold slab of pork, \"Don't string him up unless he supported the Kelwynd rebellion. Otherwise, you should do it.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Princess Walburga Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"*Ouaaaa*,\" Walburga groaned, slumping forward into her bowl of nettle soup. \n\n\"That's an Aye from my daughter!\" Gregor bellowed, laughing jovially."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald\n\nSerafina listened to the Alchemist speak, his biggest critique of her suggestion being that one would need to mix the elixir consistently depending upon how long one planned on staying in The Melsoh. What Serafina didn't understand was why the man seemed so attached to a necklace who's supposed only function was in a particular area. If that was the case, why wear it constantly? His admittance of the enchantment answered her question partly, though she remained unconvinced. \"I see. Pardon my ignorance, it was only a suggestion and certainly not one based in practicality as I've never had to use a potion in that manner myself.\"\n\nThe bards melody fell upon a quiet hall and Serafina watched the bard sway to the music. While the nobility didn't seem overwhelmingly impressed by the performance, the Wisdom found her eyes closed and head swaying as the harmonies flitted around her head, through her ears, and into her memories. He was masterful at his craft and Serafina appreciated the respite from the droll of conversation, much as she enjoyed it. As the song finished her eyes flitted open and she smiled at the bard, though it was unlikely he could see her. Her smile quickly faded as Gregor called for a vote over whether the man should live or die and she found herself grow irritated. 'No King, especially that pig, should have a say on a worshiper of Emin's life.' Even if the bard wasn't aware of Emin, his music was something she would look favourably upon and denying the world its beauty would only add to his Mourning. She smirked for a moment, a flash of contemptment in her eyes. 'Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad thing.'\n\n\"Nay!\" She called out from their table in the back sending up a prayer to Saris for his protection whether it be by vote or striking down of the hog-noble that requested the vote to begin with."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nTaemar, Castle Grunewald\n\nCecilia followed Bradai's gaze towards the hairpin before returning them back to his eyes with annoyance as he continued with his proposition. She did her best to withhold a growl once he finished, knowing it would only bring about the attention of others if they weren't currently distracted by the music. \n\n\"So I understand you correctly. You're threatening me *And* Giving me an offer only an idiot would refuse?\" She shook her head before leaning back against the chair, deciding whether or not to accept his proposal. Since Bradai had threatened her, Cecilia was currently leaning towards accepting his offer and before turning on him when he least expected it. However as she thought on it further, parts of her memory that hadn't vanished during her death began to resurface. She couldn't remember most details when it came to her past with Bradai yet she could remember the many times he helped her. If she was to accept his offer without the betrayal, he might be able to help her in return. \n\nThe sudden silence brought Cecilia's attention back towards the table after finally deciding what she would do. She waited until everyone spoke their thoughts on the fate of the Bard, tempted to say Aye herself but remained silent until the pirate king answered Gregor with his and his sister's answer. \n\n\"You should really work on your negotiation skills since threats don't work with me. Lucky for you, I will gladly accept but if anyone under your watch attempts anything towards me that I don't like, I will slaughter them like a dangled hog and you cannot get upset at me for doing so.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nKallophon was stunned. Was the king truly putting his life at the mercy of a vote? He looked with a bewildered expression at each person who gave their answer, one by one. \n\n\"I don't! *Damn* Kelwynd!\" He barked in response to Olaevar. That question had ignited something in him, but it shortly flickered out, and the morose smoke swelled into his head and made him frown. He sighed pityingly at Walburga as her father laughed at her suffering, then turned a sad smile on Wilhelmina. \"One of them, at least. Thank you for your clemency, Your Highness.\" He gave her a nod, and then another to the Romanovs. Kallophon's eyes fell to the table. He arched an eyebrow and pouted slightly, awaiting the final judgement with a darkly contemplative expression."
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen.**\n\nIf you wanted honesty, well Judas hadn't really paid any attention to the performance, at all. Even despite the bard being right next to him - he stared at the blood-wine in his cup as if he was in a trance. The liquid reflected the mask on his face like a crimson mirror. A mirror to reflect a face that was not his, rather a face that was designed to hide his own. Such a peculiar thing it was - so delicately crafted and put together, at times he touched the face of the mask in order to differentiate the feeling of the skin from his own. It felt cold and deathly - it was not the same. \n\nWhen Gregor called for a vote, Judas snapped out of the trance and looked up at the others. Aye's here, Nay's there - Judas had no idea what the performance was like, so he just shrugged. \"My vote remains neutral, for music is something I rarely pay attention too. Let the others decide.\" His voice was soft and monotone unlike it had been before. A strange and peculiar adjustment to his previous demeanor, as if he was someone else completely. Perhaps it had something to do with the skin if the mask, the covering to shield Judas from the world and convince others in false truths and horrid lies. It was hard to tell."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islanders\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe Pirate King raised his hand, \"Damn Kelwynd.\" Bradai echoed. \"Some of you would vote to string up a man 'oo voted tha same as us, last Council, on a whim. Vhis is folly.\"\n\nAn Islander guard moved from his post on the wall, speaking to his fellow countrymen. \n \"Damn 'ouse Kelwynd. Terresol 'as not been a friend to tha Isles since 'is arrival.\" The armored men began to discuss among themselves. Whispers of \"Nay\" Were heard from them. Ollie spoke up for them, \"We vote nay. The bard speaks rightly.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Queen Elsinore Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"Bold to speak ill of the dead in front of his widow,\" Queen Elle said, raising a brow upon the Islanders' proclamation."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nTaemar\n\nThe woman events at the cheer from the Islanders as they spoke out against House Kelwynd, and get gaze moved to Charity, ready to pull her away should she need to be excused."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Ibethiel crowd\nThe Dinner**\n\nDennon nodded along at Nickles's whispers to him, glancing briefly at the Pirate King's pant leg.\n\n. . .\n\n\"Nay.\" Said Kirk.\n\n\"Nay.\" Said Leah and James from the side.\n\n\"Nay.\" Said Dennon.\n\n\"I personally found it rather annoying...\" Said the Ibethiel Queen.\n\n\"Lucrezia!\" Called out Dennon.\n\n\"Fine, nay.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallopon\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nKallophon looked up, brows scrunched. Was that three to nine in his favour? Or four? Numbers were not his strong point. It sounded like it was going his way, at any rate. Queen Elsinore seemed to be reacting poorly to the heated anti-Kelwynd sentiment, however. He wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or only to the men in the trenchcoats, but he wanted to avoid losing any favour with her. He held up a hand and interposed, \"A pause! I ask that my sharpness be pardoned.\" He looked off, pouting. \"Kelwynd was undoubtedly a man fit to be ... Debated upon ... However, I cannot proclaim my queen to be aught but a just and humble ruler.\" He gestured towards her. \"Long live the Queen.\" \n\nHe glanced at Charity with ambiguous eyes, then flashed a smile at the king, before looking between the two coherent Grunewald children. He was sure he just hadn't heard Auburn speak his disapproval. Or perhaps the boy feared to displease his father. That was something Kallophon could sympathise with all too well. They seemed like a pleasant pair, at least, and perhaps more like him in youthful fresh-mindedness than the old, darkened royals and courtiers all around them. He focused his friendly gaze on the son. A bit of conversation would take his soft, ongoing brush with gruesome doom off his mind. \"You know, Your Highness ... Auburn, isn't it?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Nay.\" Eric said, loud enough to be heard, turnning his full attention to the center table. Then to Anya, ready to act in accordance to her in response to the rising anti-Terresol sentiment from the islanders.\n\n_Why are they here? They aren't Even from Marin._"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nVallen\n\nArin grinned as the hog was laid in front of him. The delightful smell made its way through his senses and left his mouth watering. He hungrily dug in, but slowed when Gregor called for silence. He raised an eyebrow, juice dripping off his chin. He wiped it off and looked up as the musician began to perform. He felt his eyes growing heavier and heavier as the man sang, but had it not been for the plate of food lying in front of him he would have fallen asleep on the spot. He grit his teeth for a moment and dragged the sharp blade across his pinky. The sudden pain cleared his mind and he sat up, wiping his eyes and snapped to attention. \n\n\"Nay. As much shit that has happened tonight I wouldn't enjoy seeing another death, even if they sing as beautifully as this one does.\" He said, speaking for himself for one of the first times of that night."
},
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"author": "thebeardedmystic_",
"message": "Edward Cyneward\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nEdward withdrew his hand back to his side, moving the cloak away momentarily to reveal a lack of weapons by his waist. \"See, I'm unarmed, miss. No need to fear, I won't harm you.\"\n\nThe man was persistent enough to still try helping out. \"At the very least, take the salve that I make for you.\" The man lowered himself to the ground and knelt down as he began to untie the bindle from the stick. Once the bindle was loose, he set it in front of Amicia. He gently unraveled the cloth and sorted the contents. \"I've been traveling in the countryside for some time now and helping whoever I can. There's a plague going around. Don't worry though, I'm not sick.\"\n\nThe bindle contained a small clay bowl with a few herbs, ranging ever so slightly in size and color. There were also some scraps of linen and a small, round stone. The man picked most of the herbs out of the bowl and crushed the remainder with his stone. \"I managed to pick these in the bog. If you place this salve on your cuts, they should avoid infection.\"\n\nThe man picked up the bowl with the salve and offered it towards the lady. \"Don't be shy.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nDanico chuckled a little at the Wisdom and her mention of ignorance in the matter- as if she was some student failing a test. She had already mentioned not having wholly invested her time into the study of alchemy- she was a religious person after all, that required it's own set of rigorous study. \"Nonsense.\" He dismisses with a wave of his hand, \"Ignorance merely means you've more yet to learn.\" \n\nDanico listened along as the bard played his song. It ended up being a beautiful song that Danico had the upmost most respect for. As a man who has built himself and his livelihood on his talent and learned skills alone, he could respect amount of time and effort that goes into practicing, and even potentially writing, such a beautiful song. Though he did not know the context behind the peice, it still resonated an air of skill gained over many nights. With the room going quiet, the king of the evening declares his thoughts on the performance. Though maybe not directly, his mention of, and apparent willingness to, string up the poor bard for his performance was enough, anyone could see that. \n\nAlthough Danico rarely cared enough about such petty things- people come and go and people die as others are born, death is a natural part of reality's continuing cycle- he strangely felt the need to add to this man's continuation. Mayhaps it was the song, perhaps it was the identified skill involved. Either way, he made his vote heard; \"Nay\" He called as others did, returning to crossed arms."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar**\n\nEvery minute that passed somehow made this night worse. She looked to Jax, who had gone quiet in his seat, and then past Charity to Heath. He looked just as exhausted by the exchange, so she moved to stand, and made her way over to the back of his chair. She leaned down, taking the space between Elle and Heath as she looked to the Queen Black. \n\n\"Elle, darling, do you mind to keep an eye on Mikhail for a moment, I need a word with Heath in private in regards to..\" She trailed off, her eyes flicking upwards towards the other end of the table where Gregor was still abusing the poor bard with the idea of being the next poor bastard hung from the ceiling. Instead of finishing, she just returned her gaze to Heath. \"Well really I just need a moment away from the chaos.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\nKing Gregor Grunewald's expression soured. He needed not to tally the votes. It was obvious that the spineless bores did not want to see the musician hang.\n\n\"...,\" Said Prince Auburn to the bard, staring back at him with his warm eyes. \n\n\"He doesn't speak,\" Princess Wilhelmina piped up. Droplets of blood graced her chin, courtesy of her lips, which she had been picking incessantly throughout dinner.\n\n\"I suppose I cannot argue the outcome of my vote. Pity, it would have been great fun,\" King Gregor lamented, picking Kallophon up off the table and placing him on the ground. \"They liked your performance. Do come back tomorrow and perform for us once more at the council, under no duress, of course,\" He said. He made a quick mental note *Never* Pose another vote among the Marin royals, as they had no idea how to make a party worthwhile. A quivering figure in the corner caught his eye.\n\nKenmath shook uncontrollably, sweat pouring down his face. He looked as though he was on the brink of death. King Gregor knit his brows together in concern. It was not unusual for the castle servant to act *Unusual*, but for him to have a fit in front of their guest was downright inappropriate. \"I forgot to make dessert...,\" The servant rasped, knees buckling, \"*I FORGOT TO MAKE DESSERT!*\" He screamed. Gnarled nails found their ways to his eyes. \n\nKing Gregor blinked. \"Well, I suppose that's that, then. Finish your food at your leisure and then get the hell out. I'll see you all tomorrow for your council,\" Gregor said gruffly. He stood and swiped goblet up, lumbering out of the hall. The door slammed shut; the king had retired for the night.\n\nSir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nHeath waited until Gregor was gone before laughing into his wine. \"I am so *Fucking* Grateful that you dragged me here,\" He said to Elle. Elle pursed her lips and raised her eyes to the flower garlands above. \n\n\"It seems our vote put him off his tea,\" Elle said with a slight shake of her head. The two glanced over their shoulders when the familiar, feminine voice addressed them from behind. \"Anya, hello. You look lovely this evening,\" Elle said pleasantly, rising from her seat to peck the duchess on the cheek. The queen smelled of the roses and gardenias of the North Shore, mingled with her brother's scent of tobacco and cedar. \n\nA few of the men began throwing out the name of the tavern down the road, *The Burnt Thistle*, while others lingered to finish their meals before retiring to camp. \n\n\"I never knew you to be one to shy away from chaos,\" Heath said with a grin. He pushed back his chair and stood, as well. \"Did you want to stay here and speak?\" He asked, lifting a brow, \"Or outside of this godsforsaken tower?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nAnya straightened as Elle stood, allowing her the room to do so and returning the peck with one of her own on the opposite cheek. She had always been under the impression the Romanov woman didn't care for her, so it was always refreshing to be greeted warmly. \"You as well, I'm glad the front row seat to the bloodbath didn't ruin your gown, it's divine.\" She was speaking genuinely, and returned her attention to Heath when he stood. \n\n\"Taemarian chaos is out of my depth it seems,\" She gave a small smile and looked to Mikhail. \"Will you be alright for a while if we step out?\"\n\nMikhail nodded, indicating to the side tables. \"There are enough of ours here to keep me company, I'm sure. \" He agreed, taking another sip from his glass. Anya didn't know how she get about it, but she wasn't going to stop him either considering he was almost grown. \n\nShe nodded, directing her next comment to Heath. \"Let's get out of this tower. I want a lungful of air that hasn't been panted out of Gregor's mouth.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, and Kirk Pinewood\nPost Feast, Taemar**\n\nOnce Gregor had left for the night, the Ibethiel group gathered as other people began to stand and move on to other things. \"The dinner was rather quiet for me,\" Lucrezia began before lowering the volume of her voice. \"The duchess was asleep for the first part of it, and the islander woman took forever to take her seat. Neither of them spoke to me.\"\n\n\"Do you think at the next dinner-\"\n\n\"I don't think there will be a next dinner,\" Lucrezia cut Kirk off.\n\n\"Still, at whatever next event has place cards, I noticed some people had advisor in front of their names, do you think it would be possible for them to add one for me?\" He asked.\n\n\"Kirk, you're here because you were in the castle when the plague broke out, and my husband didn't want to leave you behind when we left. You're lucky they even knew your name at all to put it on a card. You are *Not* My advisor. You're an antiquities dealer,\" Lucrezia said harshly.\n\n\"The Royal Antiquities Dealer.\" Dennon added, giving Kirk a pity fist bump.\n\n\"Perhaps I could make a request if you learned anything useful at your table tonight.\" She offered a sliver of hope.\n\n\"Well, no one spoke to me either. However, that did leave me open to listening. Eric Stafford asked Advisor Zane to trade seats so that he could sit across from his wife, Angelica, but Zane declined, and Eric went back to his seat, upset. I'm glad he didn't ask me to switch. I wouldn't want to see what Gregor would do to someone who messed up the seating chart.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Kirk. I suppose it's helpful to know that the man currently running our neighbor, South Feyshore, gets upset easily.\" Lucrezia commented. \"How about you, Dennon?\"\n\n\"The little girl in pink whispered something to me. I'm not even sure if Whylder ever sat down.\"\n\n\"A productive night, then,\" Said the queen sarcastically. \"Let's get some rest. Hopefully, the bed will be clean,\" She said naively."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nThe outburst from Ollie, King Bradai, and their colleagues had stolen Serafina's attention and she studied them with calculating eyes as King Gregor pardoned the bards life. She had read about islander traditions after the establishment of a House of Wisdom in Cloverhold. It had taken them years to establish it as many of the Islanders did not take to the faith easily. They were fortunate that ruling House were believers and open to the establishment of the Southern Pantheon in the isles.\n\nAt the mention of Kelwynd , her eyes had flickered over to Queen Charity to study her reaction. Serafina was impressed by the boldness of the Islanders accusations with his widow at the feast. Their lack of Terresolian support was primarily her decision. A smile brightened the young woman's face as she realised why she had felt drawn to the feast and council meeting. 'The gods have provided a unique opportunity. And how ironic to use the Islanders to accomplish it.' Attendees from the different kingdoms began to slowly leave, excusing themselves with overcomplicated niceties and mock expressions of joy at seeing each other the next morning. Turning back to the table, she gently set her goblet down at let her eyes meet with the Alchemist. \"Thank you for the enlightening conversation.\" The embroidered edges of her simple moss coloured gown rustled against the ground as she stood up. \"I won't keep you as I'm sure you have business to attend to.\" She smiled, making her way over to the man to put a friendly hand upon his shoulder. \"If you ever find yourself in Terresol, please visit the House of Wisdom and ask for me. I'd be happy to keep you company and introduce you to some of our alchemical masters.\" She chuckled as she continued. \"I promise I'll keep the religious scholars away from you.\""
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"author": "l0rd_z00m",
"message": "**Judas Merrilweather\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen**\n\nWhen the announcement from Gregor signalled that it was time for him to leave, Judas finished eating his plate and slowly stood up from the table. When everyone began to take their leave, he blended in with the crowd and disappeared into the night. Where he went was unknown, but it was assured that he would be there the next day for council."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nGrunewald Castle, Taemar\n\nKallophon watched Gregor leave. He wondered if the man was only playing around, having known beforehand that the present royals surely weren't crazy enough for his slaughter to get a majority vote. No matter what the king had intended, Kallophon still had his breath, and he blew it out in a sigh.\n\nHe turned his attention to Auburn and contemplated the boy as he processed what Wilhemina had said. A mute, was he? Kallophon wondered what had caused that, assuming it wasn't a defect of birth. If any upbringing were to leave a child a bit off, it would be one that happened in this strange, offensive place. Wilhelmina hadn't seemed to escape this sad effect either. Kallophon didn't ask her why she'd harmed herself so. He reached inside the neckline of his tunic and produced a fine, white handkerchief. Proferring it to her, he bowed and said gently, \"For your lips, Your Highness. Return it to me at your leisure.\"\n\nOnce she'd accepted it, he looked over at the musicians and frowned. \"I hope I may speak to you two another time.\" Gods, he hoped that hadn't sounded like a jape at the Prince. \"Just as well your father didn't get his funny way - I'm sure I would have made for quite a boar-ing meal.\" He waved his mask, smirking. \"I bid you both a good night.\" Kallophon turned and made his way over to Imogen, eyebrows raised in anticipation. \"I suppose I owe you a top and a round or two, then."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia de Blanc\nTaemar\n\nAmicia seemed to relax a little when the stranger showed that he held no weapons. But a dagger can be concealed and her small frame could be easily overpowered. Needless to say that her guard did not completely drop.\n\nShe watched him untie his bundle and get to work. Her eyes flickered over everything as a hand fiddled with her lockets - an action that seemed almost idle to her.\"Would yooou know if you were sssick?\" She asked, her consonants sharp but words drawn out. \n\nHesitantly, she reached out with both hands and took the bowl. Her eyes went back up to the amateur doctor for a moment then back to the salve.\"Thank you.\"\n\nCarefully, she began applying it."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nThe awful dinner, Taemar\n\nCharity went into the dinner with expectations that it was not simply *Just* A dinner preceding the Marin Council, as it immediately followed the murder of a Taemarian on Taemarian soil by a foreigner attending the Council. Throughout the dinner Charity attempted to keep a low profile, despite wanting to sit next to Anyanka, she instead went to her assigned seat, there would be time to catch up later in the evening. The task was hardly difficult. At the beginning of the dinner, the hog dangle, which Charity was dreading. But Charity was saved by the most bizarre circumstances when the hog was killed magically and revived only to be body slammed by King Gregor himself, what a wild start to the night.\n\nUnfortunately, the whole night couldn't be so chaotic. Events calmed after the horror hog's demise. She'd heard horror stories of Taemarian food, but nothing quite like that. But despite what she'd heard there was nothing particularly wrong about the food at the feast. The entertainment was entertaining, and Charity voted \"Nay\" For killing the bard, even if she did not find it entertaining she would have voted the same.\n\nBut soon all eyes were on her as the topic of conversation came to her dead husband. She had no great love for him, their marriage was purely political. She would just as soon damn him for attempting to ruin her home as those damming him at the moment. \"The loss of Kelwynd is a tragedy to be sure, as all life loss is, but I think Terresol will be in a better state without the regressive policies that came from his god.\""
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"author": "thebeardedmystic_",
"message": "Edward Cyneward\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\n\"Sick with the plague? Oh, I was sick with something a few weeks ago. As you can see, I'm all fine. My mentor cared for me. You won't get sick from me, I promise. Although I do help sick people, I take some precautions to make sure I don't spread illness around.\"\n\nThe young man smiles softly as the stranger begins to apply the salve. There are hints of naivete in his voice. \n\n\"Do you want me to take a look at those?\" Cyneward points at the small rocks imbedded in her skin. \"I have tools to pluck things like that out. However, as you can see, I don't have them on me though, miss. A local blacksmith is letting me sleep in his shop — I have several of my supplies there. No pressure though.. On another note, what's your name?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nVallen\n\nSir Heath did not expect to be leaving the dinner with his old flame, Duchess Anyanka, though there was a great deal that happened that night that far surpassed what he had initially expected. Lord Aleksandr Romanov's pointed look from across the room had not been lost on Heath. He was aware of how it looked; his wife, the mother of his two young children, was horribly ill back in the North Shore and yet here he was, lighting up a cigarette and offering it to Anyanka as soon as they exited Castle Grunewald. \n\nIt was humid outside. The loud croaks of the bog toads and crickets made an intense racket and the moonlight was dimmed by passing clouds. Nonetheless, there was a specific chill that made the Taemarian night more bearable than the sticky daytime. In the distance, a crowd of people exiting the dinner spoke loudly, heading in the direction of the tavern. Heath found it almost pleasant. \n\n\"What was it that you wanted to talk about?\" Heath asked finally, \"Is it about Mikhail?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe vote being tallied, Kenmath crying out, The Hog King vacating the room. The dinner had ended just as soon as it had started. Bradai watched as Gitten pounded what remained of her blood wine and followed the rest of the mob out of the door, rambling on about the taverns in town. The Pirate King's brow furrowed as he stood from his spot at the dinner table. Bradai pocketed the hair pin and wiped his palms on his pants, grabbing his cane beside him. With he free hand, he rested his weight on the Araedian diplomat, his hairy hand wrapping around her thin wrist. He moved his face up next to hers and whispered harshly through his beard, his breath smelling of pork and stale wine. \"Be fucking normal and get tha Prince. Deliver 'im tomorrow at tha Council and we'll discuss payment.\" He loosened his grip on Cecilia and stood, straightening his back. \n\n\"My men know where your room is. Vhey searched for it during dinner. You should fix vhat\" The Pirate King stared her down for a moment, before a smile began to creep across his bearded face. \"And if you 'adn't noticed, _vhat's_ a fucking fhreat.\" He shook his head and walked away. \n\nOn his way across the dining hall, he placed a heavy hand on Angelica's shoulder, patting it as he walked by. \"It's nice to see a friendly face.\" He didn't bother to look at her as he passed, his men forming a protective barrier at his back as he began his meetings for the night."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Castle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nEyes hungry, Prince Nickles watched the Pirate King walk out. \"Kenmath!\" Nickles barked, wiping the frothy saliva that had accumulated in the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, \"Tell me where the Pirate King's chambers lie.\"\n\n\"West Wing, third door on the left,\" Kenmath answered. \n\n\"Excellent.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia de Blanc\nThe streets of Vallen \n\nHearing that the man had been a while ago seemed to only make Amicia feel weary of him. She's never quite understood the workings of illness in life but the few times she had been sick left her terrified.\n\nThe salve was cold on her arm and the sharp pain of the cuts made her avoid rubbing it in. At his words, she quickly shook her head,\"No tools.\" She murmured, and instead picked at the stones once more with her nail. She probably had surgical pliers in her bag if any caused her trouble.\n\n\"My name isss...\" She seemed visibly annoyed at her inability to speak for a moment,\"Amicia.\n\nViola Godwin\nVallen\n\nThe inn Viola was staying in was only a little ways away from the castle and an easy walk - though the night always made her anxious about walking alone. Even disguised.\n\nLuckily, the walk was short and even shorter at the brisk pace she chose and she made it to her rooms as her eyelids became heavy. She would surely sleep tonight and tomorrow the council was to start. \n\nWeary of tardiness, she readied herself immediately for bed and fell into a restless sleep."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle\n\nAs the pirate king departed from the table, Cecilia's glare burned towards his back while scoffing at the audacity. Had he not listened to her when she warned him to not threaten her? Either way, she wasn't going to let him off without planning to deal with him in a petty manner. Peeling her gaze from Bradai once his guards began to shield him, Cecilia turned to face the disguised prince who was currently asking for the location of the Pirate King's sleeping chambers. \n\nHer brow raised as she questioned why Nickles would need such information until she remembered the boy was a ramsalot and gathered it was most likely for his own perverted reasons. As she stood, she cocked her head and took a couple steps towards where the boy sat, her finger dragging along the wooden frame from her chair to Bradai's. Ignoring everyone else as they parted from the dining hall, Cecilia cleared her throat to gain Nickles attention. \n\n\"What would a lovely young lady like you want with the Pirate King?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nCastle Grunewald \n\nPrince Nickles jumped, startled by the intrusion. \"Oh MY!\" He screamed, adjusting his hat atop his misshapen dome. \"Oh... Do forgive me. You gave me a horrendous fright. I nearly soiled my knickers,\" He said in a falsetto, \"I am Dame Clarabella Cooch. I am here to strike a deal with the Pirate King over a matter most severe. You see, I own a small boating business and it seems that his vessels have reduced three of my boats to mere driftwood. He has yet to pay for damages. Though, I daresay I am not *Surprised*. I hear he hasn't a penny to spare. His coin purse is pinched tighter than Marshall Carter's bumhole.\" \n\nWith that, Nickles performed a pretty curtesy and dashed away."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nGrunewald Castle\n\nThe shifter's eyes widened in complete surprise towards his response and stifled her oncoming laughter with a cough as the so called Dame made a run for it. Unfortunately for the prince, he carried a strong foul smelling odour that made it too simple for Cecilia to follow.\n\nShe strode from the dining hall and down one of the corridors, keeping a steady pace while following the boy's scent. Using both her hands, Cecilia reached back awkwardly to unlaced the back of her dress and loosened it enough for her to slip out of. She paused for only a momentary second before giving up with the lace and began to rip apart the material instead. Once loose, Cecilia stripped from the gown which revealed an outfit beneath before discarding it into one of the passing rooms. She didn't fear others catching sight of her, knowing they would most likely mind their own business while stuck inside the castle of a mad king. Or she could simply silence them if they were to interrupt the shifter from her task. \n\nNickles scent remained pungent as she continued to track the boy through the Grunewald castle. A painful ache rushed through her left index finger as the fingernail thickened into a claw, using it to cut the rope holding the dagger beneath her sternum. She gripped the handle tightly with her free hand as she continued after Nickles, keeping the other two daggers hidden on her thighs untouched for later use."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**Vallen Taemar**\n\nElbaroda had taken to rolling a gold piece across his fingers as he waited for the dinner to conclude. He assumed it had as he watched a couple walk out of the dining room. A beautiful noble woman who he guessed was a queen or duchess of some sort and one of her knights, perhaps? It didn't matter to him, as there was only one person in that dining hall that he had any respect for, so he didn't pay them much mind. He then spied King Bradai Maith and his men exiting the hall, and pocketed the coin. \"Right, there's King Bradai. Let's go.\" He stopped leaning on the wall and ushered the other pirate captain representatives who weren't allowed in the hall to follow suit and join the escort. \"King Maith, 'ow was th' dinner?\" He asked respectfully as he and the other captains caught up with them. Despite his apparently casual demeanor, the captain was alert, his eyes scanning for even the menial sign of a threat to his Lord, and a hand rested on the hilt of one of his sabres. If there was anything true in the world, it was that treachery could rear its hideous fangs at any moment, in any location, and he would not have it. \"Is th' food 'ere jus' as bad as they say it is?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nOf all the men to join his retinue, Bradai Maith was not expecting Rhetto. The last time he had seen him, it had been from a balcony on the Maith Mansion. He watched the Singing Siren get loaded up with supplies and sent to the settlement of Sangeli, while his crew capered and danced for the entertainment of the smallfolk. There was something about him, most likely his cheery attitude and prowess with the hurdy-gurdy, that made Bradai fear for Rhetto's safety. It was his indominable sense of happiness that was the problem. From what he had heard, Rhetto was a stern Captain, a loyal servant to the crown, and a fine swordsman but there was something about that kind and smiling face that gave him the feeling that one day, a Scag would carve it off with a knife. \n\n\"Aye.\" The Pirate King turned to face Rhetto, \"Be fankful you weren't vhere. I can't see anyone remembering vhat feast fondly. But if it's honesty you want, vhat might just be one of tha better 'ogs I've ever eaten. Tha Taemarians may not be fans of us, but vhey do love vheir 'ogs.\" He thought about making a jab at Gregor, that the King was a hog, or that he laid with hogs, but as he passed by a tapestry of a traditional Taemarian mudbirth, he held his tongue. \n\n\"I can only assume vhat tha packages you transported to Sangeli are safe and dry? I don't suppose you'd be 'ere, talking to me, if you failed in your task.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The castle Grunewald, Taemar**\n\nElbaroda nodded his head in affirmation to his king. \"Aye, that's par' of why I'm here. All of th' cargo made it safe an' soun'. There were no issues a' all. 'Twas a quiet voyage.\" Elbaroda couldn't stand the thought of failing Bradai at all. The idea of it made him ill to the stomach. At any rate, the comment that the hog was good took him aback slightly. \"I'm surprised tha' anythin' good came out of this country, M' king. It's too far from th' sea here for my likin'.\" He commented as he looked around the castle's halls as they walked. Perhaps it was bias, or the stench of the country had permeated his brain, but he found Castle Grunewald just as drab and awful as the rest of Taemar. The whole place reeked of deception and malice, particularly towards the islanders, he had found when the *Siren* Docked at the port of Sturm."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"Watch your tongue, we're guests 'ere. Gregor might seem like 'e respects guestright, but I'm not sure vhat any uff 'is guards do.\" \n\nThe Pirate King continued down the hall and straightened his overcoat. He had taken the time to have his men navigate through the corridors and check the locations of everyone's rooms. The Islander guards had fashioned a crude map of parchment and ink, and two of them guided the group to what they could only assume was a library.\n\nWhile Kenmath and the Grunewald children had done an excellent job of cleaning the foyer, their cleaning of the library was less than adequate. Large tapestries, detailing the sordid history of their ancient house, hung from hooks built into the tall, sloping ceilings. The thick swaths of weaved cloth made sure that sound didn't carry or echo at all. Built into the corner of the room was an impressive stonework hearth, it's crooked chimney snaking up the corner of the room. With a point of his cane, the Islander guards began shifting around the furniture, placing two chairs and a table in front of the hearth and moving the remaining furniture to create a makeshift social area, complete with a cask of bloodwine they had taken from the feast. \n\nAs his guards dispersed to check the area for any unseen dangers, Bradai milled around quietly. The shelves, he was disappointed to find, were more dust than books. _Gregor probably uses vhese tomes as kindling._ He thought to himself. _What a waste of ink, parchment and time on a man who probably can't even read._ \n\n\"Dust vhese shelves, Captain Elbaroda. Vhis is fucking sad.\" Bradai pursed his lips, a finger hooking into the spine of a lone manuscript, pulling it from the shelf. Probably the work of one of Gregor's ancestors. He tucked it carefully under his arm and made his way to the hearth, where two of his men were checking the flue and attempting to start a fire.\n\nThe Pirate King inspected the manuscript intently, finding no title on either side of the thick leather bindings. Gently, he cracked open the book and ran his fingers over the pages. Although they had grown flimsy with age and the humidity of the daytime, the parchment seemed far from rot. He ran his hands over the dried ink, probably decades old. The penmanship was gorgeous, as were the illustrations. He began to search for the author, suspecting it was more likely that one of Hog King's ancestors had stolen it.\n\nHe crossed his leg over the other, trying to find any words of High Hogtongue he knew. \"I know a little uff tha language 'ere, but not like vhis, it looks like poetry. I did not know Taemarians 'ad art.\" He chuckled to himself. \n\n\"Are you literate, Captain Elbaroda?\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The castle Grunewald, Taemar**\n\nElbaroda straightened up at King Bradai's reproach. \"Aye, M'lord. I will work on me manners in th' future\". He walked with his hands in his pockets until the group reached the library. It truly was a sorry sight, and looked as if it hadn't been used in a few years. It likely was magnificent at one point, alas, that had to have been years ago. He was watching Bradai's guards move the furniture about to make a sitting area when he was ordered to dust the shelves. \"Aye, me lord.\" He walked over to the shelves, and he did indeed feel a bit of sorrow at the neglect of the books. \"These poor thin's don' look like they've been read in years. A damn shame, indeed.\" He mused, wiping a finger across the shelf, leaving a clear line in the fine dust that had settled upon it. He began to wipe off the dust the best he could when his king asked him if he could read. \"Aye, jus' a bit, enough t' know 'ow t' write a letter, I suppose.\" He responded as he continued about his task of wiping off the thick layer of dust from the bookshelves. He had seen collections of books on captured Scag ships that were in better condition than the ones he was tending to. \"Makes ye wonder if there be any poin' t' 'avin' a library if ye jus' goin' t' be leavin' it in a sorry state like this. They migh' 'ave art, bu' they certainly ain't appreciatin' it.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunwald Library, Taemar\n\nThe Pirate King absentmindedly flipped through the pages of the manuscript, admiring the art within. \"Most uff tha Isles is too 'umid to keep books safely. It's one uff tha reasons my castle is built upon tha Redwall 'ills. It's more brisk up vhere.\" \n\nThe Islander guards had sparked a small fire within the hearth, and Bradai motioned for one of them to come closer. He whispered something in his ear, and the man was off down the hall. The others began to make themselves comfortable, tapping into the bloodwine and playing dice. \n\n\"Where _does_ a pirate learn to read? Or play music, for vhat matter?\" The Pirate King closed the book and set it on an end table as it was placed beside him. A man poured the King a stiff cup of rum they had brought in with the provisions, and he gingerly took it from his grasp, thanking him with a nod. \"What isle do ye 'ail from, Captain?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n*To Ollie, colleague of the Pirate King of Tonate Proper, King Bradai-Daran Maith.\n\nYou and the Pirate King have friends in high and influential positions in Terresol. Should you wish to do something about your plight, the King will take a moment of respite upon the highest turret before the council meeting. I will be waiting. \n\nRegards,\nA friend*\n\nWith a sigh, Serafina let the quill gently drop from her hand, a sphere of ink falling from the tip onto the wood of the ornate desk in her room. She had formulated her plan to meet with the Pirate King, but it had taken her long than usual to compose the intriguingly vague message. She preferred being straightforward and had the letter not run the risk of being delivered to the wrong hands she would have simply spoken her mind on the parchment. Her plan was bold. The way she was going about it would fully depend on the cooperation of a man who did nothing selflessly. She was counting on that last trait and praying to Saris she wasn't making a huge mistake. Yet, despite her qualms, Serafina felt the comforting heat from the embers of Xolile's eternal flame flow through her veins, giving her the confidence to move forward.\n\nThe Wisdom stood up and pulled the pearl-encrusted pin that held her hair into its standard updo when she needed to focus. The waves of strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back and the women folded the parchment and stuck it into a well-concealed fold of her clothes. Fearful her mind would change, she quickly left her room and began her stroll back towards the dining room. She passed a Grunewald servant moments into her journey and politely stopped him to ask directions. \"I'm afraid I'm a bit lost.\" She smiled gently. \"Could you direct me to the library and tell me where the Islander rooms are located?\" She held up the folded note. \"I have a message for the Pirate King.\" The servant gave her directions and Serafina made sure to note and repeat those to him for confirmation before thanking him and resuming her journey. She knew sleep would be the last greeting she would receive after she delivered the letter as her mind would be far too restless with what ifs or playing the conversation possibilities through her mind. 'No, I'll need a distraction.' If she was going to stay up all night, the least she could do would be to peruse the royal library to save her sanity.\n\nAfter delivering the letter, sliding it under the door to Ollie's suite inconspicuously, Serafina stood and adjusted her dress before turning to continue towards the library. 'Was it a right or left at the corner?' She mused, glancing down the corridor. Confident it has been a left, she turned and continued her leisurely stroll to the library, wondering if she would feel when Ollie picked the letter up. Caught up in her own contemplation, Serafina pushed open one of the doors and strode inside before coming to a screeching halt as she noticed the scene before her. A number of guards from the Southern Isles were playing dice near the warmth of the hearth, no doubt to protect their leader who was sitting directly in front of the fire, a large book in his hands. Serafina's surprise quickly morphed into a gentle smile as she spoke calmly. \"My apologies for the intrusion. I wasn't expecting the library to have such life at this hour.\""
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{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The castle Grunewald, Taemar**\n\nAfter he had finished his task of dusting the shelf, he poured himself a flask of the bloodwine. Elbaroda had never had the stuff himself, and was curious to its taste. He took a sip of it and decided it wasn't bad, but he preferred rum. \"I hail from th' Isle of Cloverhol', me king.\" He responded, a smile forming on his lips as he took another sip of the wine. \"'Twas me father who taugh' me t' read and play. A good man, he was, and a bette' father. Durin' th' War, he was murdered by Scags. I didn' fine out about i' 'till I returned 'ome.\" His grip tightened on his flask. He had never forgiven the Scags for their betrayal of Bradai, but even less so did he forgive them for murdering his father in cold blood. \"Forgive me, my king. I didn' mean t' somber th' mood.\" \n\nAs the strange woman walked in, his hand flew to the hilt of his saber, watching for any form of malice against the King."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Grunewald Castle Library, Vallen\n\n\"Your favher seems like a good and learned man, it's only natural vhat tha Scags would kill 'im. Vhey were probably afraid of 'im. Tides preserve 'im.\" He took another sip of white rum. Cloverhold made sense. \"Did you come from wealff? 'ow much did vhat cranking instrument cost you?\" \n\nIt was only when the door opened and the sounds of swords being jostled did the Pirate King set down his glass. He placed a hand on the back of his chair, leaning over the side to see a Wisdom. She served under Charity Lane and had spoken up in the defense of the bard at dinner. \n\n\" 'ello, vhere.\" Bradai smiled, watching as the Wisdom went from surprised to composed. \"I'm sure you were expecting to study vhese dusty manuscripts alone. You look nervous, Mainlander. We can read, us Islanders, we don't just come to burn the books.\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library\n\n\"Surprised, King Bradai, nothing more.\" She chuckled, forcing muscles to relax, as her gaze fell on the others who were staring at her as if she had a desire to kill the man. \"I had anticipated time to study alone, but this is a welcome surprise.\" She took a few strides forward, hands raised to indicate her goodwill before falling to her sides and gesturing to other chair in front of the fireplace. \"May I?\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald Library\n\nBradai pursed his lips, settling down into his chair and finishing off the rest of his rum. His cupbearer was in tow, refilling his glass. It had been a while since anyone had simply called him a King. Flattery. \n\n\"The last time I broke bread wiff a member uff your faiff, you all tried to convert me.\" He glanced over to the seat beside him. \"You may.\""
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{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Castle Grunewald**\n\nReluctantly, Elbaroda released his grip on the hilt of his saber, as his king seemed to be fine with her presence. \"Forgive me for me prior suspicions, me lady. Usually when someone comes in t' where the king be unannounced, they 'ave I'll will in min'.\" He turned back to where his king sat. \"Me family weren' tha' well off. We did okay, though.\" He unstrapped his hurdy gurdy from his back, and held it in front of him, showing the king. \"My instrumen' 'ere is me pride an' joy. Set me back two years of savin's back when I was no more than fifteen. 'Ad it ever since\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\nSerafina nodded graciously toward the guard. \"No apology necessary. I'm sure King Bradai is grateful for your vigilance.\" The Wisdom glanced over the shelves to her right for a book while the guard showed his instrument to Bradai. A red leather bound book caught her eye and she pulled it from the shelf, dusting it off with her hands before glancing back toward the Pirate King. At his mention of conversion she smiled and made her way over to the chair before lowering herself into it gracefully. \n\n\"If your eyes are to be opened they will do so on timing outside of my hands.\" She paused for a moment to open the book and read the title. 'Royal Bloodlines of Marin. Fascinating.' Ignoring her own sarcasm, the woman turned back to the Pirate King with a knowing smile. \"I have something of more consequence to discuss with you. Your disdain for the Queen is no secret. I'm here to offer my assistance.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King \nThe Castle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\nBradai cocked his head, giving the hurdy gurdy a twice over. \"What kind uff wood is 'at fing made uf? Since your fiffteenf year? Aye, it's in gorgeous shape.\" He did not reach out and touch it, for fear that he would damage the delicate instrument. Although he couldn't see it clearly, a series of complicated cranks, pullies and gears flickered within the wooden hull. He longed for his accordion. \n\nHe turned to the Wisdom, \"Aye, see? A real Islander bard, playing real Islander music. Not whatever lute and lyre fair you teach vhose Mainlander children.\" He pursed his lips when she picked up a book and began to talk politics. \n\n\"I—\" _His disdain for the Queen is well known. There was something to be said about the confidence of Mainlanders._ He turned towards Rhetto, cutting the Wisdom off midsentence. \"Aye, Captain Elbaroda, do you mind playing a song for us, per'aps by my men? Vhis uh...\" He gestured to Serafina, \"_Wise Woman_ wants to talk wiff me privately, and you understand vhat I'm a busy man. I don't mean to dismiss you so early in tha night, but I need you tomorrow for tha Council, awake and ready to rally my men, aye?\""
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{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Elbaroda**\n**The castle Grunewald**\n\n\"It's made of rosewood.\" He answered honestly. It was partially why the instrument was so expensive to begin with. The composition of the instrument was rather exotic. As for the request for him to play a song for Bradai's men, Elbaroda knew a conspiracy when he heard one, and it sounded like a very serious matter. \"Aye, sir. I understan'. Are ye pinin' fer somethin' upbeat, or more mellow, me lord?\" He asked as he moved closer to Bradai's guards, and placed one hand on the crank, and the other on the neck as he waited for a song request."
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{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\nSerafina studied the instrument and compared it to what she was familiar with. It was... Interesting. At the mention of rosewood her eyebrows rose in surprise and she smiled. She didn't know why she expected their instruments to be crude and ill-though out, but it was a surprising difference to see the instrument so masterfully crafted and with a feminine wood nonetheless.\n\nWhen Bradai cut her off and asked for a song, she leaned back into the cushions hiding a victorious smile. 'I have his attention. That's more than I was hoping for to begin with.' When the guard asked what song to play, she made her own suggestion. \"I'd love to hear some of your folk tunes from the Southern Isles. Something upbeat, perhaps?\" She turned to the Pirate King expectantly, waiting for him to make the final decision so they could continue their discussion privately."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\n\"Somefing mellow, Captain Elbaroda. Wait until I get into my rum and vhis Wisdom 'ere gives your King what 'e wants. You'll get your chance to play celebratory ballad vhen.\" The Pirate King smiled at him, holding his open palm out to his cupbearer for the bottle of rum. The Islander boy nodded, and quickly came back with another glass for his partner before joining the bard and the rest of the guards at the dicing table. \n\nBradai poured both he and the Wisdom a small cup of white rum on the table between them. \"I know a lot uff people, Wisdom, but I 'ave never met you.\" He took a sip from his glass. \"What do you know of me?\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The castle Grunewald, Taemar**\n\"Aye sir. Mellow it is.\" He began to slowly crank the instrument, a somber drawl echoing throughout the room. He then began to hit the keys, and the melody splayed forth for his King and the visitor."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nGrunewald Castle\n\nAnya lead Heath from the dining room only a step ahead, not wanting it to appear to anyone else like a scandal but a conversation. As that's what it was to be. \n\nThey stepped out of the Halls and out into the night, watching others leave the castle for the town. She hadn't realised the heat inside the castle until it was absent, and the woman inhaled deeply on the night air that offered reprieve. \n\n\"No, actually I wanted to talk about you.\" She started, turning as he offered the cigarette. She took it, pulling a long drag from it, before passing it back to the man. \"I heard about Gabriella. How's she holding up, are the kids alright? They haven't caught it, have they?\" A beat passed. \"Or you?\"\n\nAngelica Stafford\nGrunewald Castle\n\nThe dinner concluded without any more excitement, even Zane and her managed not to claw each other's eyes out for the duration of dinner. But he had definitely made an enemy of her husband for the night. She was certain she would hear about it from Eric before the night was over. \n\nBut before that, there was a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up from her glass of wine as The Pirate King passed her. The words exchanged were brief, but she gave a small smile at them. \n\n\"Have a good night, King Maith.\" She called, raising her glass to his back."
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\nSerafina pursed her lips and inwardly rolled her eyes at Bradai's suggestion. Her eyes turned towards the cup of rum being poured for her, causing her to politely declined, leaving the cup where is sat on the table. \"I'm afraid I've reached my limit for the evening.\" \n\nAt the mention of knowing a lot of people she chuckled with a smile and watched him take a drink. Her forearms rested on the cover of the leather book in her lap as her gaze focused on his own. \"Enough to know that you and I have a common goal. There are powerful people working in the shadows who are open to assisting you with your Terresolian problem.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King\nThe Castle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\n\"Oh?\" The Pirate King hid a smile in his glass, taking a light sip. \"I wasn't aware I _'ad_ a Terresolian problem. Your Queen sits tha frone, a Shitblooded Islander who fhreatens to open up public academies for the smallfolk outside tha reach uff your Panfeon.\" He set the glass back on the end table.\n\n\"And 'oo, if you don't mind me asking, are vhese shadowy figures you're talking about? Surely tha honorable Souvhern Panfeon is above such back 'anded tactics.\" He reached across his armrest and nudged the untouched glass towards her with his fingertips. \"Where exactly _do_ the ambitions of your religion and my empire connect? Because I don't even know your name. When did you join tha Queen's retinue? Was it before or after she boldly married tha Usurper and took your city from you?\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen \n\nSerafina ignored his mention of the academies, though she certainly held strong opinions on the validity and necessity of them. \"Queen Charity is not a friend to you or your trade, King Bradai, and the people of Terresol are not pleased with her leadership.\" She raised an eyebrow as he nudged the glass towards her and reached over to gently slide it back towards him with a smile. \n\n\"The Southern Pantheon is concerned with the souls lives of its followers. A ruler with no guidance from the divine is ill-suited to make the best decisions for the kingdom.\" Her eyes traveled to the guard who was still strumming away and she let the music flow through her for a moment before returning to the conversation. \"My name is Serafina, Magistrate and Religious Advisor to the Royal House of Terresol. You want to extend your legacy, King Bradai, I want to fulfill the wishes of the gods and put the proper heir on the throne.\" She paused, watching him for his reaction."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Feltrantres\nGrunewald castle, Vallen \n\nDanico stood with the other as all the guests began to make their leave. He noted the varied farewells spoken amongst the others, though cared little for the formality of it all. \"It was nice to meet you, Serafina.\" He chuckled a reply to the wisdom as he took the mask from the table, placing it upon his lower face once more. \"If you've ever a need for a conversation, casual and outside the boundaries of the politics we find this strange world being pulled into time and time again, I'd be happy to take you up on a debate.\" He replies, a pleased and rewarded tone in his voice. \"And if ever you find yourself in Azarya, come find my shack to the north. I'd be happy to take a guest.\" He chuckles mildly at the continuing thought- \"Just ask the locals, they'll tell you to stay away from the place.\" Nodding at Wisdom Serafina after placing a hand on his should and making her leave, he decides not to stick around too long either.\n\nAfter heading to his allocated room inside the castle to get changed into his regular clothing and to grab his side bad, the alchemist headed back out into the street without hesitation. Castles always felt far too grand- their long hallways and complicated layouts always made him feel on edge. Perhaps it was the possibility of thieves and assassins skulking around in the dark, or having watchful guards always burning their eyes into anyone who walks by. He didn't like crowds, and liked narrow hallways even less. The night time streets were far less active then prior, which was always a welcome change to the hubble of daytime traffic, it didn't take long at all to return to the tavern he had come from. Hopefully the girl he had spoke to previously was still there.\n\nEntering the tavern, his concerns had been put to rest as in the same spot sat the girl with the request. Hopefully this request is able to be completed- he knew this owl griffin cub wouldn't stick around for much longer, so it was important to finish soon. \"My apologies for taking such time.\" Danico motions as a greeting, approaching the table."
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{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby and Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nAssigned Lodgings in Grunewald Castle**\n\nAfter their group parted ways for the night, the king and queen went to their room provided by Gregor, where they were meant to stay for the duration of the council. Upon closing their door, Dennon noticed a statue of a fat pig conspicuously placed in the room with a note on it. \"Peculiar choice of home décor,\" Dennon commented.\n\nLucrezia grabbed the note from the pig's snout and read it aloud. \"Dearest king and queen of Ibethiel, because your three years of marriage have yet to produce an heir, I have taken the liberty of placing this traditional fertility statue of the Hog God faith in your room. It would be an honor to have the future ruler of your kingdom conceived on Taemarian soil. May all your nights at Grunewald castle be pleasurable.\"\n\n\"Does it really say that?\" Dennon asked.\n\n\"I took the liberty of removing the spelling and grammatical errors from my recitation.\" She turned the note in her hand to flash the text at her husband. \"Romantic, wouldn't you say?\"\n\n\"The placement isn't exactly convenient...\" Said Dennon as he squeezed between the rear end of the statue and a dresser to get to his side of the bed. He took off his outer layer of clothes and laid down, grateful that the long day was coming to an end. With closed eyes, he let out a sigh before looking at the statue again with his head on a pillow. \"I feel like it's staring at me.\"\n\n\"Maybe it likes to watch.\"\n\n\"Well, it will be disappointed because there won't be much to see.\" Dennon leaned over the side of the bed and picked up his discarded pants, stained with a child's dried blood. He flung them at the face of the pig statue, and they landed with each leg covering an eye. \"It's large enough that they could have put someone inside it to spy on us.\n\n\"That's not how I'd spy on someone. Much too noticeable,\" Said Lucrezia as she examined the statue.\n\n\"How would you do it?\" Dennon asked, placing his hands behind his head.\n\nThe queen looked around the room for a moment. \"Behind the painting, the other side of the mirror, ventilation holes in the rafters, and possibly with a trapdoor under the rug.\" As Dennon glanced uneasily around the room at the things Lucrezia had listed, she went to the washroom. \"I'm going to clean my face.\"\n\n\"You know, I asked, but I don't think I wanted the answer.\" He pulled the covers out from under him and dragged them over himself.\n\n\"Honey!\" Lucrezia called out.\n\n\"What?!\" Dennon sat up quickly in the bed.\n\n\"They have 'his' and 'hers' chamber pots!\" She called back. Dennon sighed and laid back down, hoping he'd be able to get some sleep despite feeling like he was being watched."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nNickles shrieked at the top of his lungs as the feral woman ran after him. His heels clacked loudly on the floor as he scurried. He'd heard stories of this shifter, in particular. His father had been violated quite horribly by that woman in her horse form. It seemed that she had developed a taste for Ramsalot men and he did not want any part in her lewd games. He'd escape with his virtue if it was the last thing he'd do. \n\n\"LEAVE ME, VIPER!\" He screamed. He knew where he had to go. He ran through the back doors of the castle and dove into the bog."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nGrunewald Castle\n\nShe had almost caught up to the fleeing prince when he threw himself into the bog. Did he think she would give up the chance of capturing him with the sight of a swamp? She could care less about the muddied and moss filled water and without another thought, the shifter leaped into the bog, continuing her advances towards the prince. \n\n\"Come on Nickles! You don't have to make this so hard on yourself. If you make this easy on me, I can promise you some private time with King Maith! I swear it on my soul!\""
},
{
"author": "thebeardedmystic_",
"message": "Edward Cyneward\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nEdward began to close his bindle. \"Amica? Well, it's nice to meet you, miss Amica. Where are you from? You don't seem to be from around here. Well, neither am I though. This is actually the first time I've been to a big city like this, but it's definitely so much from a village. My mentor always warned me about cities. He always called them unsafe, but then again, what kind of healer would I be if I avoided danger?\" \n\nThe man then began to attach the bindle to his wooden stick. He looks up from his bindle for a moment and comments, \"Sorry if I talk a lot, I noticed most people don't talk much around here. Anyhow, are you definitely sure that you don't want me to take another look? Believe me, I am good at this type of stuff. Especially when it comes to cuts like that, I used to always get hurt myself, so I developed a knack for fixing myself and conveniently others.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Botulated Bog\n\n\"Ye have no soul!\" Prince Nickles gurgled down in the murky depths of the bog. He immediately sank to the bottom, his foot going through a decayed bog body. His pink dress parachuted around him, enveloping him in a great balloon that trapped enough air to allow him to breathe for hours. He began walking, pushing water weeds and a bog frog out of his path. The shifter was fast, but he knew he could be faster. \n\nHis only regret, in that moment, was that his facepaint was dissolving off his features with every second that passed under water.\n\nSir Heath Romanov\nVallen\n\nHeath hesitated, not expecting her to bring up his wife so early on in the night. \"Ella's doing better. She was very sick for a few weeks. I stayed with her in our cottage by Lake Fey. We wanted to make sure that the children were not exposed. I did not catch anything, which was a bit odd...,\" Heath trailed off, shrugging a shoulder. A moment of uncomfortable silence fell between the two, despite them being old friends. He used the momentary lull to finish off his cigarette and discard it on the ground.\n\nThe bog critters went silent all at once. He could hear shrill screams in the very distance, causing him to straighten and look back with narrowed eyes. The scream died off followed by a splash. \n\n\"Could they not have chosen a more accursed land?\" He muttered. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and stopped walking, turning to address Anyanka face-on. \"I am relieved that you and Mikhail are in good health. He's lucky to have someone who keeps him safe.\" *Unlike the Pirate King who turned and ran as soon as his so-called son was stabbed and thrown into the sea*."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe bog, Vallen \n\nThe shifter's eyes gazed over the surface of the bog, eyeing the ripples and bubbles that formed after Nickles, once he sunk below the bog. As the ripples began to lessen, Cecilia decided it would be more useful and less draining to wait for him to return for air. She began to walk backwards carefully towards the edge of the bog. With each step she made, Cecilia was sure to not make enough movement for the boy to notice as she trudged out onto solid ground. Not once did she lose her focus as she kept an eye on the water, making sure not to miss Nickles attempt of an escape if he was to make one. \n\nThe water stuck to her skin and the bandages on her arms with a thick paste of decay and moss, causing the materials to stick to her flesh while adding extra weight. Seeing as she didn't have much to fear from Bradai currently with his silver toys, Cecilia began to unwrap her arms and the makeshift ropes around her thighs. She was tempted to shift but decided it was best to remain human as a precaution, unsure if Nickles would attempt to make a run for it into or away from the castle. \n\n\"This better be fucking worth it.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\n*3 hours later*\n\nPrince Nickles remained underwater. Deep beneath the surface of the scummy bog, a pink puff pastry was crushing a bog frog under the heel of his tap shoes."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\n*3 hours later* \n\nCecilia simply waited through the hours that passed, having nothing better to do besides planning a murder list in her mind of the people she witnessed at the feast for the fun of it."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\n*2 More Hours Later*\n\nPrince Nickles had pruned. He was still breathing."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\n*Fuck Nickles*\n\nCecilia stifled a yawn as she continued to sit impatiently. However, she was willing to wait until a corpse rose to the surface of the bog."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith \nCastle Grunwald Library, Vallen\n\nThe Pirate King sat back in his chair. \"And if I told 'er? If I walked up to 'er room and talked to 'er about your treachery, what would 'appen to you? Do you fink she'd execute you for treason? Would she even suspect you?\" He went silent then, pursing his lips and holding the cup of rum in his lap. \"I suppose you'd blame it on your Gods and die wiff honor.\" \n\nHe considered it for a minute, running a hand through his beard. A _legacy._ The Queen had no love for him. She had no love for him when she was an Islander, she had no love for him when he married her sister, and she had no love for him when her husband slaughtered hundreds of his settlers in Amoroth. Despite their commonalities, there was no kinship between them. He considered that it hadn't been Vronti Kelwynd that put her on the throne, but him. He had shown the world that Islanders could lead, and it was him that had left a good impression on Caderyn, who had appointed her to her position. And when he died, would they just let her keep it? He doubted it. Not that she would have supported the reign of his daughter anyways.\n\n\"I'm 'er bruvher, by marriage. Tha same could be said for any Islander, but it 'olds true. 'ave you considered marrying 'er off again? You'd make more friends wiff a wedding vhen wiff a war.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nUnder the Bog\n\nPrince Nickles could smell the mutt awaiting his arrival back to dry land. He procured a large rock and gripped it in his grubby fingers. All it took was for him to unzip his dress the slightest amount and all of the air was released from under his skirt, propelling him up out of the water. As he broke through the surface of the bog, he yelled triumphantly in victory. \n\n\"DIE, SHE-WOLF!\" He hollered, chucking the rock at her head. It made swfit and damaging contact. With the shifter discombobulated, he took his chance to make another run for it. His soaking dress squelched as his scrawny legs made a mad-dash out of the boglands and back into the castle."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\n*Wasting her time with Nickles*\n\nAs the rock was launched at her head, Cecilia attempted to use her arm to deflect it but with the little warning she had, the rock collided with her forehead. A large gash formed causing blood to drip down her face between her eyes and along the nose before wiping it with her forearm. The blood only trickled for a minute or two until the wound began to heal, along with the painful ache that was left with it. \n\nCecilia stood from where she had been sitting for the past **FIVE** Hours and felt the result of doing so when pins and needles rushed through her legs. The shifter shook her legs to rid herself from the prickling sensation in her feet before rushing back into the castle. It barely took her a minute until she began to catch up to the little shit, clenching her teeth in annoyance. \n\n\"Once I catch you Nickles, I'm going to slit the back of your damn ankles!\" The shifter growled, pushing herself to run faster until she was only a couple meters away from the prince. \"Or maybe I'll just cut off both of your feet so you're left with nothing but stumps!\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickes \nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"I'd like to see you try, you scum fuck oaf!\" Nickles cried, panting heavily as he weaved through the corridors. Unfortunately for the young prince, a rug had been upturned at the end of the hall and his toes got caught in it. He squealed as he fell to the ground, chin hitting the stone floor hard. \"NOOO!\" He clawed at the ground, ripping up his nails. He managed to pull himself up and he broke into a sprint, yet again. The shifter was gaining on him, spewing threats. He could not imagine why she was so angry. \n\n\"I HATE YOU!\" He yelled."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nRunning through Gunewald Castle\n\nAs they ran through the halls, the shifter reached towards one of the decorative vases holding decaying flowers that were due for a change, tightening her grip around the neck. Her knuckles paled as she gripped onto vase tightly so it wouldn't slip through her fingers before raising it to her shoulder. She mustered all the strength she could to throw it towards Nickles, the dry soil separating from the vase along with the flowers as she did so. \n\n\"THE FEELING IS MUTUAL!\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nCastle Grunewald\n\nHis vision momentarily went black as Cecilia's vase conked him on the back of his head. Stunned, he fell backwards onto the ground. \n\n\"You've killed me,\" He whispered, staring blearily up at the ceiling, \"You dumb whore, you ruined my hair.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nCastle Grunewald\n\nIf she hadn't been annoyed from having to chase a possible immortal child who managed to survive five god long hours in the shit and mud swamp, Cecilia would have celebrated for the way she threw the vase at a child and succeeded in knocking him down. \n\n\"Oh no, you hurt my feelings.\" The sarcasm was strong in Ceci's tone as she drew closer to the boy until she was standing above him. The heel of her foot went to press down against Nickle's throat so he was unable to flee, feeling thankful they hadn't played the game of cat and rat through to the morning. \"I ruined your hair? I have to find a new damn OUTFIT because you wanted to jump into the bog! Be lucky I don't tear each strand of your precious hair from your scalp and make it into a wig for King Gregor.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"You don't have feelings, for you are an *Animal* With *Mange*,\" Nickles spat. He struggled under the weight of her foot, choking and gurgling on his own saliva as she pressed down on his windpipe. He began to see multi-colored spots in his vision. It was no wonder that King Cleburn led the extermination of the shifter race all those years ago. They were barbaric. \n\nNickles' legs thrashed under his wet, pink dress. He managed to lift her clodhopper a tiny bit off of his neck so that he could breathe. \"Release me!\" He gasped, \"I am Dame Clarabell Cooch and I will *Not* Be treated in such a manner! The audacity! I have half a mind to call the authorities!\"\nIn that moment, he would have said anything to protect and preserve the three, fine strands of red hair that he so proudly owned atop his scalp."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle\n\nThe shifter cocked her head slightly as she looked down towards the prince, the right corner of her lip raising with a smirk. She didn't mind the saliva he spat on her ankle as it was unable to reach any higher while he spoke. Releasing the weight from his neck only a mere centimetre, Cecilia knelt down and slid her shin towards Nickles neck, replacing where her foot was. She reached out to brush the side of Nickles face using the back of her hand and showed him her unpainted skin before placing her fingers around his bicep. Each nail had been replaced with a set of claws during their chase, however the shifter was careful to not puncture the boy's arm as she went to drag him up. \n\n\"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your *Disguise* Did you no justice the moment you submerged yourself under water. No one is going to fall for your distressed Dame act.\" Her grip would tightened once he regained balance on his feet, doing her best to not let him slip from her grasp. \"So it wouldn't be a smart idea to scream out for help.\""
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{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n\nHearing that he had separated her from the children assured her. As much as she didn't care for his wife, she did care about his children. \n\n\"I'm glad to hear Dar and Serena are well. Though I'm not surprised that you're finding yourself immune to the disease. Mikhail seems to share that trait ever since he returned from the Witherlands.\" \n\n'Returned from the Witherlands' was the nicer way of saying 'came back from the dead' or 'was murdered then bodysnatched then brought back to life via blood magic'. Anya pressed her lips together and moved her hands behind her back, palms outward to brace against the stone as she leaned back against it. \n\n\"He's doing well at it on his own, I have to admit. He's been traveling the holdings.\" Anya tilted her head, giving him a soft smile. \"I think he's trying to build his court, it's sweet watching him bring home friends from Astoria and South Feyshore, I wish you were there to see it.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"*Oh I'm sorry to tell you this, I'm sorry to tell you this*,\" Nickles mocked her in a garbled tone, swatting her hand out of his face. He thrashed as she lifted him onto his feet. \"I'm sorry to tell *You* This, but your Araedian disguise is the worst I've seen in years. You *Clearly* Stole your dress from some Taemarian peasant. That rag did not have fine, Araedian stitching. DID IT LOOK LIKE FINE ARAEDIAN STITCHING TO YOU?!\" He snapped. He slicked back his three, fine hairs and attempted to shove Cecilia out of his way. Much to his dismay, she seemed to have shifted into her whale form. \n\n\"Gods, did you eat enough hog at the banquet, Lady De Lancret?\" He said, struggling to push her. \"I wish you were dead.\"\n\nSir Heath Romanov\nVallen, Taemar\n\nHeath chewed on the inside of his lower lip when Anyanka mentioned their similar *Trait*. He found it somewhat funny that despite being father and son, the most defining trait that they both possessed had been acquired individually. \"Well there's a silver lining to every affliction, I suppose,\" Heath said airily. He was not in the mood to talk about death, dying, or being undead. It consumed his life to such a degree that he had, on more than one occasion, found himself wildly drunk and teetering on the edge of some cliff face over the South Sea. Briefly, he wondered if Mikhail had ever found himself in a similar situation. \n\nIt was not that he wanted to die. Heath Romanov very much preferred being alive, seeing as his afterlife had not existed. Being nothing, *Again*, had no appeal to him. What did appeal to him was the flickering lights of the tavern down the road. \n\n\"He's a smart boy. Smarter than I was, on top of having his mother's charm,\" Heath said with a small smile, \"I too wish that I could have been there to see it.\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\nSerafina felt her heart begin to race as the Pirate King rambled off the things he could to end her career, if not her life. She hadn't made the decision lightly and consulted Saris and other gods for their guidance in the matter. The answer was always the same. 'A non-believer is not fit to rule our people.' The Wisdom's eyes held her opponents steadily, though her heart was pounding her ears, and she responded with an eerie calm of someone who was content with her fate. \"I cannot speak to what the Queen would do, but if Xolile calls me to her warm embrace as I act upon the gods will, so be it. I am not afraid of death.\" She wondered if he could say the same.\n\nThe suggestion of marriage came as a surprise to Serafina and she drummed her fingers against the leather binding of the book on her lap in thought. She wasn't close with the Queen and couldn't say if the woman would be open to a proposal of marriage. Not that it mattered one way or another, Cleos Vortigern was just a boy and Serafina knew Charity wouldn't support the bastard on the throne, especially once she realized his parentage. He would be a popular choice among the people, a Terresolian who had lived among them, ate at their tables, and bought their goods. The boy was a prime candidate for the throne with the remaining Vortigerns in exile.\n\n\"Marriage is an arrangement that leaves uncertainty.\" The Wisdom paused, her fingers resting flat against the book at she looked back up at King Bradai. \"Putting a Vortigern on the throne ensures your trade and legacy will thrive and their leadership would be blessed by the gods.\" At the mention of making friends, the Wisdom chuckled. \"You would have more friends in Terresol than you do currently if this were to occur.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar. \n\nShe couldn't help the smile at his own when he turned to face her. Every time she saw him up close her image of him changed. In her minds eye, they were both still young lovers in Feyshore. And every time she saw him, not old but definitely older, she swooned a little bit more at the man he had become.\n\n\"He's so much more like you than you realize. I was hoping he'd spend some time in North shore with you and his siblings in the upcoming warm season. But that's his decision to make.\" As she spoke, her hand moved back around her, lifting to push back some of his golden hair from his face. \n\n\"You look well, Heath. I'm thankful you didn't get pulled away before we could speak.\" Another set of shouts came from the distance and her eyes moved from his face to the horizon, then back. \"Even if this place is overcrowded and dripping in shit wine.\" She laughed, and let her hand drop from his face to his own hand by his side. \n\n\"I had anticipated that though, there's a case of Terresolian wines in my room, if you'd like I will happily share with an old friend.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\n\"You're an Araedian.\" He grabbed the bottle of rum, refilling his cup. \"You should know just 'ow much your religion expects of women, vhat includes marriage. She sacrificed 'erself once to an unfair marriage, if you'll remember, not vhat living tha life uff a Queen is much of a sacrifice, even if 'er 'usband did fuck fish.\" He stared into the fire of the hearth. \n\n\"You propose to put a Vortigern on tha frone? And 'ow do you plan to do vhat? I didn't fink vhat Carney wanted tha damned fing. And, maybe I'm missing somefing, but I can't see 'ow vhat ensures my trade and legacy. Would vhis Vortigern of your put it in writing? Vhey're too prideful to submit to an Islander.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle\n\nThe shifter dug her claws deeper into his bicep as he attempted to push her off him, wondering if he knew how pointless it was considering he was nothing but a scrawny sewage rat beneath a shifter who's muscles hadn't weakened while under the bog water for five hours. She began to drag the prince back to his room while rolling her eyes towards his insult, not fazed the slightest bit.\n\n\"It isn't the first time I've been told that, however some are idiotic enough to fall for it like Gregor's servants. But to me a dress is a dress and *Now* I have to find another.\" She huffed before using her free hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Perhaps if he was kind enough, Bradai would help her with some clothing."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nGrunewald Castle\n\nPrince Nickles squealed as the shifter began to drag him away to a second location. \"I CAN MAKE YOU A DRESS! I MADE MY OWN EXQUISITE DRESS TONIGHT!\" He said, struggling against her grip. He dug his heels into the ground, in an attempt to slow them down. \"You can't turn me in to him! He's going to *Kill* Me!\" Nickles pleaded, \"I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!\" He cried, his shrill voice echoing through the chambers."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle\n\nHis cries were like music to her ears, not finding a single empathetic bone in her body to release him like he begged. \"I highly doubt that. But either way, I prefer to have you bound and gagged the rest of the night so it wouldn't exactly be possible for you to make me a dress.\" \n\nCecilia found his resistance futile, noticing they weren't as far as she thought from her room. Nickles happened to make it easier for the shifter by running back into the castle like some idiot. \"I don't care if you did nothing wrong. You could be innocent and I wouldn't give to flying fucks about your current predicament.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians \nThe Burnt Thistle \n\n\"The mulled mead in this tavern tastes like an old rag,\" Imogen sighed moodily, pushing her glass away from her vicinity with a wrinkle of her nose. \n\n\"The bread tastes like grit,\" Arnaud added. There was a reason the Taemarian musicians were so gaunt. They resorted back to smoking, leaving the loaf of bread to stale on the table.\n\n\"So be thankful we haven't had to spend what little coin we have on it,\" Bertolt said with a wry smile at Kallophon. The tavern was warm and crowded, filled with a diverse group of Marinese people who traveled from all over with their royals. A pair in the corner had a hushed conversation in Silvertongue, while a raucous group at a nearby table old storues in Old Feyorian. The majority, however, conversed in Common. A band of fiddlers played jovially from up on the stairs, above the haze of smoke that had settled upon the crowd. \n\n\"Did you piss your pants when you were up on the table?\" Imogen asked Kallophon with a slight smirk, \"I would've.\"\n\n\"I'm surprised you're still lucid after that ordeal,\" Bertolt said, \"I would've drowned in a bucket of rum after that fucking show.\"\n\n\"Mhm,\" Arnaud hummed.\n\nSir Heath Romanov \nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"I would hope that he is not much like me, at all, actually. Your court would look more favorably upon him,\" He said with a small chuckle. There was a large degree of truth behind his words. Heath had neither the disposition nor the selflessness to be a ruler. \"He is always welcome in the North Shore. He will always have a home there.\" \n\nHer touch took him by surprise as she moved his hair from his face. His eyes met hers and his gaze lingered for a bit before he refocused on a passing carriage. Despite having undergone five lifetimes worth of loss, Duchess Anyanka truly did look as radiant as ever. \n\n\"*Terresolian* Wines?\" Heath said teasingly, \"I'd heard rumors that you've developed a taste for Terresolian goods. Yes. A drink with an old friend sounds great.\" \n\nWhen they'd walked back to the castle, the screams had seemed to have died off. Nonetheless, Heath was glad that he had his sword at his side. He noticed that the corridors were unusually dark. \"Are you truly planning on sleeping in this place? It's fucking—\"\n\nA shrill scream cut him off midsentence and he looked up, stunned at the sight in front of him. Cecilia was dragging a thrashing Nickles down the hall. The boy prince spotted the couple and screamed, once more. \"HEATH! HELP ME, HEATH!\" He yelled. \n\n\"Cecilia, stop!\" Heath said, angrily. \"Why are you abusing a child?!\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle\n\nThe corridors were slightly confusing as she dragged the prince along them, doing her best to remember where exactly her room was. She was surprised no one so far had attempted to interfere with her task at hand until the boy screamed out a familiar name. Pausing in her steps, the shifter's head whipped around to face Heath and a female who was unknown to her yet for some reason, had a familiar face. An agitated sigh left her lips as she raised the hand holding Nickles, showing Heath who exactly the boy was. \n\n\"For ONCE in my life, I'm following orders. This specific one was to bring Nickles to King Gregor during the Council.\" The two of them stood covered in filth water, however Cecilia hadn't been completely drenched compared to the boy. Instead, only below her waist had been soaked while her face had been covered in blood from her earlier wound. \"You out of everyone should be proud that I haven't murdered him and instead, simply captured.\"\n\nHer gaze shifted towards the woman he was with, trying to figure out why she was so familiar until recognition flashed in her eyes, causing a large grin to form. \"You're the one who fainted right near me!\""
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nThe Burnt Thistle, Vallen\n\n\"Poor piggy didn't piss his britches, thankfully,\" Kallophon replied as he chewed uncomfortably on the bread. It's exotic. That's what he told himself. He sighed and held his glass of mead up to his soft, inspecting gaze. Kallophon's face had a thin sheen of sweat; partly from wearing a mask in a warm room, partly from his brush with cannibalisation. \"Listen, I enjoy a good laugh, and I enjoy other people who share that love. I also have to appreciate Old Potentate Porky's desire to put on a 'good show', I do. But where am I left now? I need patronage. Clothes, shelter, being on the *Right* End of a good meal. And thanks to Gregor's antics, I'm no further on that quest than I was wading into this backwater.\" \n\nHe leaned back to stare out the window. \"Couldn't find out what Queen Blondanov or Yankydurk Skirt-Splitter thought of my performance. The list of 'desirable clients' ends there, really. I'm too pretty to survive Beardy Maith's magnificent sailing circus. I imagine the South Feyshorians are too busy eating bricks and drinking their own tears. Witherlands, they'd butcher, salt, store, and then devour me come a bad winter. Araedia, too much of the same. Azarya, I'd never be seen again. Back to Terresol? Beautiful kingdom if you've never seen it, friends. I prefer the countryside personally. Truly a delight. But I'm not playing a peep or tapping one foot for Queen Lane, I'll tell you that much.\"\n\nHe looked wistfully into his glass. \"Oh, Queen Lane. I mean listen, in many ways she's perfect. I would love, *Love*, to diligently serve my queen, provided it wasn't in the same bed in which he diligently served Vronti. I can see why that cocksucker - oh, that's an ironic word to use, isn't it? - I can see why he accepted her hand in marriage. I'm sure they've heard even as far as Amoroth that she's Charity Lane on the streets, Vulgarity Lane in the sheets. But after I'd done my duty to the crown, I'd be out of there faster than you can say 'Kelwynd' and get her foaming at the mouth.\"\n \nKallophon frowned, dipping a finger into the warm mead. He looked sadly upon his fellow players. \"Listen, friends- and I think I can call you friends - I have more serious reasons. The Witherlands is ever war-torn. In Araedia, they torture young women to serve a false god. Terresol ... I just need to get away from home for a while, you know? I poke fun at Lane, but in the end, I just don't appreciate her rule. And ...\" His eyes went wide and strayed from them. \"Oh. Oh, I *Just* Remembered that Ibethiel exists.\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\n\"Yes, she's lived quite the life of sacrifice.\" The Wisdom scoffed, her tone betraying her dislike of the woman she was forced to call a Queen. Serafina tolerated Charity and in the recent past her dislike had grown even more as she tried to upset the Blood Caste by starting those cursed academies. \n\n\"I have my ways, King Bradai, as you'll no doubt come to learn.\" Serafina smiled as he asked her how she planned on putting a Vortigern on the throne. \"Vronti Kelwynd attacked the Southern Federation and cost you good men and part of an island. I can give that back to you. I can also add your company to the official Terresolian trading register.\" She paused for a moment and looked at the men in the library. \"I will put a Vortigern on the throne with or without your assistance, King Bradai.\" She replied, her eyes reflecting an undeniable determination. Having said her part, Serafina slowly rose from the chair, smoothing the wrinkles of her dress, the red book hanging loosely at her side. \"If you doubt me, I encourage you to watch things unfold. My offer remains on the table. For now.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nGrunewald Castle Library, Vallen\n\nBradai was impressed at her curtness. It was rare to find a Wisdom that wasn't longwinded. \"Your secret is safe, I suppose. Vhere seems no use killing you, you're too bold.\" He gave her a short smile, if only for an instant.\n\nHe reached across the table, grabbing her glass of rum and pouring it into his. He sipped on it lightly, \"I fink what you can provide to me can be discussed. I know when a trading partner is 'olding out.\" He set the glass back down onto the end table, lifting up the book he had taken from the shelf and placing it back in his lap. \n\nFor a moment, he turned around to get a good look at her, remembering her face. \"Try and get 'er to abdicate. Charity Lane is a rational woman, but 'er people? Vhey'll tear 'er to shreds once tha rightful family is back wiffin tha borders. Do vhat soon, or I'll 'ave to, and when she asks me 'ow I know just what's being planned, I might not 'ave tha strengff to lie.\" \n\nHe paused for a moment, then stepped towards her, his voice hushed. \"Caderyn Vortigern is alive, as is the Late King's daughter Fleur. Boff uff vhem are in my protection. If vhis does become a war uff succession, I do fink you'd be 'ard fucking pressed to do better vhan vhat.\" He shrugged, standing up from his chair and making his way to his men. \"Sleep on vhat information, write down what you're willing to give me, and vhen double it. I do not like being fucked wiff.\" He took a step away, \"Like I said, sleep on it.\" \n\nExpressionless, he returned to his seat by the fire."
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby and Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThe Suite of Love in Grunewald Castle**\n\nThe married pair were laying on their backs in bed. Dennon was staring at the ceiling, but occasionally looked at the giant pig fertility statue King Gregor had graciously left in their room. Lucrezia broke the silence. \"Do you think that musician would take a job playing in Ibethiel?\"\n\nDennon turned his head to stare at her. \"You almost voted to kill him.\"\n\n\"But I didn't.\"\n\n\"We could all hear your verbal hesitation!\"\n\n\"I was hesitant because I thought it was rude and disappointed that I didn't get to participate in the first hog dangle, but I thought his playing was nice.\"\n\n\"Well, despite your heart being in the right place,\" He said sarcastically, \"I think he would still turn us down. I'm sure he heard you.\" He paused for a moment. \"It may have been rude, but it did get you thinking about him.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nThey listened as Kallophon lamented. Their line of work certainly did not provide the most coin or security. It was also unsurprising that he wanted to leave the boglands. \n\n\"There's no culture here,\" Imogen said in disgust, \"We've traveled the continent quite a few times.\"\n\n\"Some kingdoms are more receptive to music than others,\" Arnaud said, crushing a bit of ash between his thumb and forefinger until his fingerpads were blackened with the soot. He wiped it off on his pantleg and sighed. \"But playing for a court is hellish. Playing for an unstable court will fucking get you killed, which you've discovered firsthand tonight.\"\n\n\"The frozen pricks in the north are too busy defrosting their balls to listen to a ballad,\" Bertolt said. Imogen nodded with a cringe. \"And the queen of Ibethiel is a baby killer. It's poetic justice that she's seemingly barren, the fuckin' cunt.\"\n\n\"Araedia appreciates the arts,\" Arnaud said, \"But they *Are* Uptight. Your quick tongue would be most unwelcome.\"\n\n\"Terresol is where I'd go,\" Bertold nodded, \"However, I do not mind the queen. She has horsey teeth, though. I could do without seeing those.\"\n\n\"If worse comes to worse, you can always resort to conducting the Great Taemarian Bog Frog Orchestra and Choir. Unless you're allergic to bog frogs,\" Imogen said with a shrug of her thin shoulders.\n\nSir Heath Romanov\nGrunewald Castle\n\nHeath rolled his eyes at Cecilia's explanation. \"*Whose* Orders are you following, exactly? And since *When* Do you follow anyone's orders? I assumed that you came here on your own accord. I swear to the gods, Cecilia, you better not be planning on eating this child,\" Heath said, reaching out to grab Nickles' arm and moving to tug him out of Cecilia's grasp. He wrinkled his nose in digust upon smelling the two of them. They were damp and scummy, with the unmistakable musk of the bogs that polluted the air with their rank stench. \n\n\"And why is your face all bloody? You look like a fucking nightmare,\" Heath added. He wanted to apologize to Anyanka for this scene. The two banes of his existence were currently ruining what would have been a nice evening together."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nGrunewald Castle\n\nWhen Nickles was tugged out from her grasp, the Cecilia's eyes instantly shifted to a striking blue shade. It had been a struggle to capture the prince and she was not going to let Heath ruin it for her. \n\n\"There was a change of plans and I found a better, easier way to earn coin for double what I was offered. Who gave me the order is none of your business.\" When she spoke, Cecilia's voice had been mixed with a threatening growl. She made sure to keep her attention towards the boy in fear he would make a run for it. \"Now give him back to me or I swear Heath, you will not like the outcome. Nor will your friend or anyone else who attempts to stop me.\" \n\nShe knew it was wrong to threaten him, however she had her own neck to save and he was preventing her from doing so."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nGrunewald Castle\n\n\"Tell me,\" Heath challenged, pushing Nickles back behind him. Heath was basically Cecilia's father, as he was the one that gave her life this time around. The jagged scar around her neck from where Heath sewed her head back on was a permanent reminder of that. \"If you need coin, I can give it to you,\" Heath said, \"I'll double whatever the hell you're getting for kidnapping a child.\"\n\nHer threats had little effect on him."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Heath was basically Cecilia's father"
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen Taemar\n\nThe tease had her brow raising, and she gave a laugh. \"There are a lot of rumors about me, I thought you would have known better than to start believing things just because I have been gifted a _significant_amount of Terresolian wines from Charity.\" She turned, letting him lead the way inside. They were both unsettled by the castle, but she was using it as an excuse to linger close to Heath. \n\nUntil there was a scream.\n\nThe scene that unfolded was chaotic, and she blinked, feeling like she was missing a crucial piece of information. \n\n\"Wait is this Nickes as in _Ramsalot_?\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nGrunewald Castle\n\n\"Yes it is Nickles Ramsalot. Someone who is WANTED.\" \n\nWhen Heath asked her the second time, Cecilia took a couple steps towards him so she was merely inches from his face. She rose her clawed hand towards the Duchess beside him and used her index to point. \n\n\"It was King Gregor who have me these orders so either give me the boy or I will have to start my murder spree with her.\" There was no point in answering his question truthfully. Cecilia could feel her heart pounding against her chest, indicating that she was close to shifting and losing control. \"Then I will kill the boy next, *Even though* I wasn't planning to originally and then I will murder your entire family starting with those currently in this castle and then move on to Gabriella and the rest, leaving you for last. Shall I continue?\"\n\nShe cocked her head as she waited for his answer. It was harsh for her to threaten his family, considering Heath was like family to her himself."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nVallen Taemar\n\nShe blinked as a hand was raised and pointed to her. \"Why am _I_ being threatened cause you couldn't keep a child in your control?\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\nSerafina raised an eyebrow at his passive aggressive threat to kill her wondering how much alcohol he could drink before turning into a sputtering idiot. She had taken a vow not to engage in some pleasures beyond moderation, but experience with scholars of the libraries she frequented suggested men couldn't hold their liquor if their life depended on it.\n\nThe Wisdom chuckled as he insisted on holding to the timeline he dictated. \"You cannot rush the will of the Gods, King Bradai, but rest assured the plan is already in motion. Saris has made her will known and I will fulfill it.\" \n\nSerafina's knuckles whitened around the book in her hand when he stepped towards her, the smell of rum mixed with blood wine and hog from the feast rolling from his mouth causing a wave of nausea to settle in her stomach. Her eyes shot to the Pirate King's at the mention of Caderyn and Fleur Vortigern being alive and she searched to find the smallest flicker of deceit. A number of thoughts overwhelmed her in the moment, surprise being the most prevalent with the new information. Maintaining her composure, she returned the book to the shelf nearby to give herself a moment to process. The Pirate King's voice drew her back to the moment. \"You'll have to forgive me for not taking you at your word. If you want me to extend my offer, I want proof of your claims.\" The woman made her way to the door of the library and turned back to examine the Pirate King lounging in his chair surrounded by his guards. \"May the Tide Bearer look favourably upon our arrangement. I look forward to speaking with you again.\" She nodded graciously to the guard who accompanied their conversation with his melodic strumming before pushing the door of the library open, stepping into the cool night air flowing through the corridors of the castle."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nPrince Nickles sighed heavily, tapping his foot on the floor as he waited for their confrontation to be over. \"It is *Far* Past my bedtime,\" He muttered with his arms crossed. \n\nHeath Romanov grit his teeth, his jaw flexing as he stared Cecilia down. He gripped the hilt of his sword. He felt a pang in his chest as his oldest friend threatened his loved ones. She was crazed with a look about her that Heath knew all too well. She was teetering on the edge of shifting into some murderous animal. He hoped it would be the pigeon looking bird, but knew she'd go for her horrid wolf form. Nickles whimpered and clutched Anyanka's skirt, burying his lopsided head into the fine fabric. \n\n\"You'll murder my entire family? Over this boy that *Might* Get you a handful of coins from that Hog man?\" He asked with a scoff. \"You're fucking ridiculous and if you touch Anyanka, I swear to the gods that I will detach your head from your body and put you back in that fucking snow bank.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nGrunewald Castle\n\nShe lowered her hand away from Anya, ignoring her comment while remaining her narrowed stare towards Heath. She hated the fact Heath happened to be in her way yet was more upset with him for not allowing her to take Nickles. \n\n\"Then give me the damn boy. You're the one with the choice, give up Nickles and there will be no bloodshed or continue hiding him and I will be forced to follow through with my promise.\" She had lied in regards to killing his whole family, knowing she wouldn't be able to bring herself to kill Heath or his children and wife, especially when it was Toula who had killed him originally. His siblings and the duchess beside him however, she didn't give a damn about. \"Is Nickles really worth all this trouble for you? A boy who is wanted? What the hell is WRONG with you Heath?! For the first time in my damn life, I'm not killing for the pleasure of it and you just *Have* To make this difficult. Do you want me to go back to my old ways? At least this boy is guilty!\" \n\nShe felt her body begin to tremble as she spoke, feeling herself about to shift any moment whether she wanted to or not. She could barely think straight as her animalistic nature was beginning to take over due to the conflicted emotions she was experiencing."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nGrunewald Castle\n\nThe boy in question had moved behind Heath, and has somehow slipped his way around the man. She hasn't noticed until she felt a pressure against her thigh, and looked down to see the child pressed against her. \n\nShe moved to place her arm over his shoulder, keeping him in place against her. The mud and bog covered boy whimpered and her heart lurched, prepared to put herself between the woman and the child if she needed to do so. \n\nHe may have been wanted, but he was also a kid, and deserved something more than being ripped apart in a game of tug a war between Heath and the stranger."
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\n\"I'm not going to give him to you,\" Heath said, \"He's a child. *Cleburn's* Child.\" He paused, narrowing his eyes further. \"Why would Gregor ask you to do this? He was seated at the table with Nickles never voiced any ill will. By the end of the night he was too damn drunk to remember his own name,\" Heath said. He advanced a step in her direction, eyeing her suspiciously. \n\n\"SHE WANTS TO DO UNTO ME WHAT SHE DID UNTO FATHER!\" Nickles shrieked into Anyanka's dress. He hugged his scrawny arms around both of her legs. \n\n\"What the hell is wrong with *You*?\" He said, \"My fucking family, Cecilia? After everything?\" Cecilia was one of the few people in the realm for whom Heath was hesitant to draw his sword upon. His knuckles turned white against the hilt and he silently prayed that she would snap out of her lunacy. \n\nHe loved Anyanka dearly and felt overwhelmingly guilty that she was in this situation with him. He loved her dearly and she was the mother of one of his children. He knew that if it came down to it, he would murder Cecilia to protect her. And to protect Nickles."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle\n\nShe did snap, just not out of her psychotic behaviour. She felt a fiery pain spread through her body as her bones snapped and rearranged themselves, shifting her form until she stood on all four paws in front of the three. She snarled threatening towards Heath, her upper lips curled in as she ferociously snapped her canines in his direction. \n\n**I warned you.** Her voice hissed in Heath's mind before immediately turning her head towards the duchess. In a blink of an eye, she lunged for the woman. Her canines latched onto Anya's shoulder and tore deeply into her flesh, narrowly missing the Duchess's neck before snapping her head to the side and releasing her maw to throw her. Instantly after, Cecilia lunged for Nickles who had been behind Anya, aiming for his thigh in hopes to incapitate him. If she was lucky, he would lose his leg."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia de Blanc\nGrowing increasingly tired of talking, Vallen\n\nThe poor girl felt as though she couldn't get a word in with the boy's talkativeness. Each time he would as a question she would open her mouth to answer but would be unable to get anything out on time. Frowning, she waited for him to quieten. *How frustrating* She thought. \n\n\"I ammm from gorg-gorg-Gorgonys,\" She finally managed out, looking rather annoyed with herself as the words tripped on her tongue.\"My arm will beeeee fine.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nThe Burnt Thistle, Vallen\nKallophon sighed as he absorbed their comments. Sweat still clung to his face and locks of his hair in the humid air. He reached into the neckline of his tunic, but found no handkerchief. *Oh right*, he thought to himself, *I threw it to the proverbial wind to curry favour, just as I've been doing all night*. He hoped he'd get it back, even if it was stained with blood and, quite possibly, bitter tears and snot.\n\nThe performer swished his mead around the circumference of the cup, meeting Imogen's eyes as she spoke to him. He tittered. \"Bog frogs? Haven't heard of them before now, so I don't have the pleasure of knowing. And anyway, I try to keep an open mind, but it doesn't really sound like my style. As for Terresol, I'll be the first person to wax poetic about my homeland being an artist's paradise, but, even though it pained me to leave, I need to see more of the world if I'm going to be the kind of writer I want to be.\" Kallophon leaned towards them and pointed out the window. \"You said it yourselves. Lucrezia the baby-killer? Gregor the player-dangler? Let's not forget that bastard Pirate King having, what, twenty-seven children slaughtered for their father's actions? My own queen, practically a usurper, who married a murderer? Most of them are evil. Almost *All* Of them have dark pasts. Call me crazy, but I'm here because I want to get to know these people for who they really are. The common people get most of their history through artistic expressions, so we performers need at least one of our own out there seeing the major events in person.\"\n\nKallophon relaxed back into his seat. \"But you'll have to forgive me if I ramble. You said you've seen all the continent. What about North Feyshore and Astoria? They seem nice. Comparatively, at least.\""
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"author": "thebeardedmystic_",
"message": "Edward Cyneward\nThe streets of Vallen, Taemar\n\nThe man rose from his knees and wiped the dust off of his pants. With genuine interest, the man said, \"Gorgonys? I've never heard of such a place. The man slung the bindle over his right shoulder and smiled at Amicia. \"I won't press you more about the arm. But if you do reconsider, I'll be at the The Steel Hammer.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n\nAnya knew of shifters, but she's kind of assumed they were extinct. She's never met one personally until right now, when one was shifting and lunging at her inside the dark hall. \n\nShe screamed, unable to have enough to react let alone get out of the way. Nickles had effectively trapped her in place with his arms wrapped around her legs, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was calculated to put her between himself and the shifter. \n\nThat bastard. \n\nTeeth sunk into her shoulder and another scream ripped from her at the pain that radiated from it. The beast had cleanched it's jaw fully, and she feared it would rip flesh instead of releasing when she tried to pry it off her, frantically swatting at the creatures maw until it threw her with unnatural strength. The woman hit the opposite wall with a yelp and collapsed into a heap on the floor, clutching at the wound as warm blood poured over her fingers and down her chest."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe wolf stared back at the knight. Heath anticipated for Cecilia to lunge at him and rip out his throat; she had torn at his veins before. Her warning rang in his head and with numb disbelief, he watched her leap onto Anyanka. A sickening tearing sound followed, piercing through Anyanka's screams.\n\n\n\"*Cecilia*!\" Heath yelled, drawing his sword and moving to stop her. She was far too fast and he whipped around just in time to see Cecilia rip into Anyanka's flesh. Anyanka fell against the wall and sank to the floor, blood blooming on her dress and flowing thickly down from her shoulder. \n\n\"STAY AWAY, MUTT!\" Nickles screamed, kicking her multiple times in her snapping jaw. When she clamped down on his leg, he cried out in horror. He could feel her teeth tearing through his skin, causing blood to rain from his flesh, reaching the bone. His mouth dropped open when he saw his leg begin to tear; muscle fibers separated and his abnormally soft tibia was visible. \"Are you taking that?\" He asked woefully, feeling faint. \n\n\"*BITCH!*\" Heath bellowed. He drove his silver-tipped sword through her back, puncturing through her right lung. Her fur became blood-wet and Heath pushed his sword in deeper.\n\nHis old life was dying before him as Cecilia and Anyanka lay bleeding. The inexplicable pain in his chest was back. Placing a foot on her back, Heath pulled his sword from the Shifter. He looked away and let out a shaky breath. \n\nCatastrophe followed Cecilia, he knew that. He had been well aware of the devastation she was capable of causing, ever since they were young and in Old Feyshore. Bitterly, he thought, *If there were any just gods looking over them, they would wash Cecilia innocent*; lifting the matted, sanguine fur from her torso and leaving the girl whom he had cared for deeply over the years. She was his friend and yet, it was she who stained the sword clutched in his hand. There were no gods, and there was no justice; not for him, not for Anyanka, and especially not for Cecilia. \n\n\"Anya, fuck,\" He cursed, dropping to his knees next to her. He tore a long piece of fabric from his shirt and wrapped it tightly around her shoulder in order to stifle the blood-flow. \"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.\" Nickles whimpered on the ground, tears streaming down his painted cheeks. The corridor had been ravaged with chaos. \"We have to get you to a physician,\" Heath said, lifting her off of the ground. Her gown unstuck from the stone floor as she was lifted, leaving an angry red stain."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrindelwald castle\n\nAs her canines dug into the boy's flesh, Cecilia began to violently whip her head from side to side while remaining her hold on Nickles as his leg began to tear. She hoped to rip his leg from his body as it would either kill or severely maim him, knowing he wouldn't be able to hide or run while bleeding to death. A small voice in the back of her mind screamed out for her to leave immediately, knowing she was putting herself in danger by remaining in the castle. Once she was certain the damage had been done, Cecilia released her maw from the boy and went about to take her leave until she felt her back begin to burn with agony. When the sword puncture her lung, Cecilia's eyes widened in disbelief mixed with shock as a pained whine escaped her maw. The pain was similar to being stabbed through the chest with a glowing red iron poker fresh from a flame's embers. \n\nWhen the sword left her body, Cecilia felt her legs collapse beneath her while she attempted to breathe, struggling as blood began to rush inside her injured lung. Once she hit the ground, Cecilia was glad Heath left to Anya's side when he could have finished the job by killing her while she was trying to recover from her injury. The shifter felt as if she was drowning when darkness slowly took over her sight, passing out so her body could focus on healing the damage done while laying in the middle of the corridor in her wolf form."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nEric was in his room making his bed with sheets and bedding he convinced Angelica to let him bring. He didn't trust anything King Gregor gave to his guests. Then a faint scream and incoherent shouting.\n\n\"I'll be back.\" Eric said to his wife before quickly exiting the bedroom and dashing down the halls following sound of shouting. Initially Eric followed the sounds of what seemed like arguing, but when he heard a significantly more painfilled scream he broke into a full sprint. Eventually he rounded a corner to find his Queen bleeding in Heath's arms, a dying wolf, and blood everywhere. The scene initially shocked him before he shook it off and moved quickly toward Heath. \n\n\"_Holy shit_! Where can I find a physician? Do you need help carrying her? What can I do?\" He asked."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford and Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n\nAngelica had been watching Eric remake the bedding in their room. While she'd questioned his choice in bringing more bedding to begin with at the time, she was certainly willing to admit it was a good idea now that she had actually seen Taemar. And though she missed him dearly, she was also willing to admit it had been wise to leave Marcus in Alsher with the Vignola's instead of bringing him here. She worried he would have come home with a rash or some terrible disease. \n\n\"I think dinner went surprisingly well, for as bad as it could have been. I'm surprised there wasn't any bloodshed or fighting from the guests.\" Angelica admitted, pulling a comb through her hair as she watching him through the reflection on the vanity. It was fogged and spotty, but she could see her husband well enough in it's dirty glass. \"I thought for sure you were going to rip Harmattan in half though to get a seat near me.\" Her voice dipped, almost to a purr of delight at the idea of him literally ripping the bastard in half because of her. Zane was an ass and deserved a headache or forty. \n\nBefore Eric could respond, there was a scream and shouting in the halls, and she raised a brow to look in the direction of the door. Eric moved to investigate, and she stood as well, figuring it was best to follow. As if she would wait in the room while he went and potentially got hurt.\n\nInstead, they were met with chaos. The fur was the first thing she noticed, followed by Heath Romanov crouching and then lifting what looked like Anya into his arms. \"What the _fuck_ happened here?\" She asked of him, her voice catching in her throat at the sight of blood that glinted in the light of the torches. Anya was bleeding, pretty badly, and her heart jumped into her throat. \"Eric, Eric she's _hurt_.\" Angelica breathed, and watched as her husband moved when she couldn't. Anya had gone limp in the man's arms, probably from shock or blood loss, and Angelica swallowed hard, knowing that standing here in shock wasn't going to help her. \n\n\"Downstairs, there has to be someone here who can help, Gregor isn't an idiot he wouldn't have no physician in his court.\" As she spoke, her eyes moved to the second victim of the wolf's attack laying slumped and whimpering on the floor. Her eyes widened as recognition flickered, and her brow furrowed deeply. Her attention moved to Eric, who had yet to take any kind of grip on Anya, and she pointed a firm hand to Nickles.\n\n\"Eric, this is a fucking _Ramsalot_. Hoist him, I don't want him out of our sight or bleeding to death either. Both of you grab a body and follow me.\" She instructed to Heath and Eric, moving to take the front of the odd trio they had formed to race down the hall. \"We need a physician!\" She called, hoping someone within the doors would open and accommodate the call for help as they headed down to the main areas of the castle."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nLord Eric Stafford ran to them first. The shock registered on his face, followed by frantic questions about how he could help. Heath dared not look back at Cecilia. Judging by the look on Eric's face, it was a gruesome sight. His wife followed after, exclaiming that Nickles be apprehended.\n\n \"We need silver shackles. She's a shifter and she can only be restrained in silver,\" Heath said, hoarsely. He shook his head at the order to lift Nickles. \"The boy lost his leg. He won't go anywhere. The shifter needs to be dealt with, first. She can heal and get away if we're not careful. She said that King Gregor gave her the orders to be here.\" He could feel Anya's warm blood begin to soak through his shirt sleeve. She became heavier in his arms as she faded from consciousness."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nEric just took whatever he was told at face value and looked toward Sir Romanov, \"Where would I get _silver_ shackles then?\" Eric asked in hurried tone, hating standing here when he would much rather be acting. The urgency of the situation was driving him insane and he didn't have his hammer to keep the shifter down or to finish the animal off. He'd scarcely even know shifter's were a real thing, but he didn't have time for questions. Hearing his wife call for help, and no doors sounding, Eric took his turn also, hoping his voice, significantly louder, might wake up _someone_. \n\n\"WE NEED A PHYSCIAN _NOW!_\" Eric boomed, his voice likely reverberating much farther than Angelica's. Eric then moved toward Nickles' body, with a distinct lack of silver chains Eric tore off his jacket and and tightly wrapped it on the boy's gory wound to prevent more blood flow."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nVallen, Taemar. \n\n\"We don't _have_ silver shackles and furthermore we don't have _time for this_.\" Angelica retorted to Heath's insistance that they needed to restrain the shifter first. Her mind was moving too quickly to think through any real decisions, and no doors had opened. \n\nHer Queen and best friend was bleeding out in a Romanov's arms, and they were debating on what to do with a damned mutt. \n\n\"Your blades got silver, ya?\" Her hand moved to the sword that had been abandoned, blood stained already from what she could only assume was an initial attack on the creature after it got to Anya. She hoisted it high over her head, and pushed it forward with a lunge. It broke skin and grazed bone as it went through the beasts slumped form once more, angled down into it's shoulder with all the might that Angelica Stafford could muster. It hit the wood panel of the wall behind it, sticking into the wall and through the shifter, pinning it's limp form in place for now. \n\n\"That'll have to do until we deal with _Anyanka's fucking gaping hole in her shoulder_\" She didn't give time for Heath to argue, starting down the hall once more, bloodied fists pounding on doors as she passed."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nDanico arrived back in his room after meeting with the girl down in the tavern. Thankfully, the meeting was quick. Keeping business formal was always nice. His quarters were one of the smaller rooms at the far end of a hall- quaint, simple, just the way he liked it. All was quiet, finally. *Peace and rest would surely come soon* He thought to himself as he placed his bag down at the end of the bed he was to stay on. Though such a thought was interrupted, quite rudely he added, by people arguing some way down the hall. *It's late people. Go to bed.* Danico scolded internally, sitting on the side of the bed to take his shoes off. Finding himself listening to what he could of the argument, he noticed it certainly sounded heated. Half way through untying laces, his attention is fully stolen by the yelling- holding still half way through the second shoe. Something certainly wasn't right about what he was listening to, his gut told him to be prepared in case anything would happen. Upon the arguing briefly going silent before more yelling and the general tone of the noises turning to panic, the shoes came back on.\n\n*\"We need a physician now!\"* He heard echoing through the halls.. \"Shit...\" Post haste, Danico throws the laces back together and checks his bag- the usual, reagents for simple remedies, cloth for bandages, a small amount of numbing ointment left over from a previous incident. He had a small pouch with a couple of ivory needles left but no string, so hopefully no one needs stitches. The ingredients he currently had in his mask, notes and note pads, quills, a small vial of sealed ink. *\"Well.. Fuck.\"* He vocalizes as the bag is resealed and thrown over his shoulder, bashing open the door into a careful sprint, making sure the bag doesn't bounce around too much. *\"You know, for a man who prides himself on being prepared for anything, you're woefully prepared.\"* He chastised himself out loud as he ran, head first towards the commotion. \n\nTurning the hall corner, the scene comes full into view. *Blood* He notes, the first thing he sees, noting the large red patch growing and draining from Anya's shoulder, hoisted by Sir Heath, followed by that creepy child limp and bleeding and.. *A wolf.. Stuck with a sword?* \"What the fuck happened here?\" Danico questioned, heading straight for the duchess as he removes the bag from his shoulder once more. This certainly wasn't the reacquaintance he thought he'd have with Anyanka, but he pushed the thought out of mind for the time being as he places the bag down on the ground, kneeling beside Anya and Heath. Upon whipping open the bag, Danico tears the fabric from her shoulder and pulls out the ivory needles. \"Quick, tear apart a clean part of her dress pull out as long a strand of fabric as you can.\" Danico demanded, pushing the goggles down over his eyes in order examine the wound closer."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians \n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\n\"You are set to see the most major event of the year tomorrow. A fucking stroke of luck being invited back for the council. I suppose you can choose which royal you prefer that day,\" Bertolt said. \n\n\"The Feyorians and Astorians are... They're good,\" Imogen said simply, raising her eyes up to the ceiling. The fiddlers played more vigorously as a couple of the drunker patrons got up to dance with their arms interlocked. It added the unpleasant scent of body odor to the atmosphere, causing Imogen to retch into her mug of mead. \n\n\"Feyorian court is complicated. The Romanovs may look like glamorous airheads from afar, but they are full of nothing but treachery and deceit. The Astorian court is lively but the Duchess rarely stays in her kingdom. She spends the majority of the year trolloping all around Marin in search of her next fuck,\" Arnaud said with a scoff. \n\n\"There's not a goddamn kingdom here that will make you happy. They're all shit,\" Bertolt said pointedly, \"You needn't waste your time *Deciding* Which is the lesser of countless evils. If I were you, I'd just pick a kingdom and go.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\n\"I'm like to have my heart broken by one or both of the Romanov siblings, both of them married if my sources are correct.\" Kallophon bit off some more bread, and continued through his chewing, \"Astoria sounds promising. I have a few good friends in Ostrava. If the Queen travels, well, that's all the better for my plans.\" \n\nHe furrowed his brows in consideration, then swallowed and asked, \"Who does she fuck, exactly?\" He broke into a muffled chuckle. \"Don't mistake my reason for asking. It just seems a bit unqueenly.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\n\"Oh you have no idea, my good sir\"\n\nHer travels, accompanied by the magic she always liked to be surrounded by, could be considered an exciting experience by some.\n\nShe put the bottle back on the table after his response.\n\n\" What a shame. Maybe we could cross paths in our travels instead, if you'd like the idea\" She dedicated a wink to the nervous man, who seemed to be a bald's man hair away from having a heart attack."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\n\"Both are married. King Daniel Black and some Lady from the Bear Isles. She's rumored to be quite ferocious. Heath Romanov married a feral, wolfy woman,\" Bertolt chuckled with a shake of his head. \n\n\"Who hasn't she fucked?\" Imogen said, \"She is called the Whore Queen for a reason. She has been with Heath Romanov on *Numerous* Occasions. Nathanial Vivayn, King Gregor, Prince Carney, Bradai Maith, Eric Stafford, every man in her court, every woman in her court...\"\n\n\"There was also King Cleburn,\" Arnaud snorted. \n\n\"King Cleburn *Multiple* Times! The most, they say. They did things with *Cake*,\" Bertolt said. \n\n\"If you're looking to be added to the list, I suggest going there,\" Said Imogen, eyeing Tom knowingly."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola Godwin \nApparently back in the castle and wanting to drop dead, Vallen\n\nTrying her damn best not to lean against the nearest table to keep from fainting, she smiled and hid behind her empty tankard for a moment.\n\n\"You'll have to tell me about your travels some time, should we meet again of course.\" \n\n*Oh. Oh that wink was unfair*\n\nViola opened and closed her mouth a few times as if to speak. Finally she cleared her throat.\"I cert-certainly wouldn't be adverse to the idea.\"\n\nLooking around, she finally noticed all those beginning to leave for their rooms and she looked back to Belladonna,\"It's getting quite late and I'm sure you're in need of sleep after travel. Are you staying in the castle?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nHe winced, watching the wolf get skewered and pinned to the wall like a butterfly specimen. *Well, thank the GODS there are three of us and ONE person can restrain the shifter while the other two handle Anya. God forbid we split up*, Heath thought in annoyance at Angelica's hysterics. He kept quiet, however, choosing his battles carefully. \n\nThe physician came quickly and Heath laid Anya gingerly down for him. Heath did what he was told, tearing at the silk of her dress for the physician to use. He would have felt bad about ruining the fine gown, if he hadn't already been through dozens of her dresses. \n\n\"A shifter bit her. Their saliva isn't venomous like their blood, but I'm not sure if it can still cause infection,\" Heath said."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nHer rper forgot to read the room fully and messed up, Valen\n\n\"Oh no, we're staying at an inn nearby. Until we cross paths again then sir\"\n\nShe did a slight bow with her head and went back to her Lady.\n\n***((stop laughing at me I'm dumb)))***"
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nKallophon absorbed the musicians' comments as he nursed what was left of his mead. He savoured the spice and the warmth of its taste. It had been a bit unpleasant and greatly condemned by the others at first. To him, however, it was just exotic. It was a delightful consequence of human variety. That's all there was; no good, no bad, just variety—beautiful, fascinating differences.\n\nHeath Romanov, married. That philosopher Nasar was right; the gods were dead, and mankind had killed them. All that remained for Kallophon and all other mortals in this world was heartbreak.\n\nHe contemplated the Astorian royal as the musicians offered rather unflattering comments about her. He couldn't care less if she had high passions. He didn't get around as much as she did, but his heart indeed followed a similar track; therefore, he could sympathise. Judging by what the musicians were saying, they had another inclination in common, and she seemed to be comfortable with and open about it. To him, that was very promising.\n\nAnd the thought of bedding her? He tried to conjure up her image in his mind. Her face was a sculptor's dream and a painter's euphoria. From a distance, she seemed thinner than what he usually preferred, but it *Was* From a distance. In Kallophon's experience, a lot of things you held as criteria could melt away when you were close enough to hear the voice, smell the scent, feel the aura. He did not need to be close to her, however, to sense that he was only going to suffer if he tried. Either she'd reject him and possibly end his employment, or indulge him but eventually be another one who broke his pathetic little heart. The time of depression that followed such an end always made him write his worst material, contrary to what most other artists said of themselves. There would likely be others in her court. If there weren't, there would be food, clothes, company, a place to sleep, and maybe the chance to see all the world. Just not a chance at the heart of a queen; wisdom forbade it.\n\n\"Not a fan of her nose,\" He replied to Imogen, then threw back the last of his drink. \"But she sounds like she has a wake of fun for me to join in on. Let's hope she liked my music.\" He pointed to the three of them, the glass still in his hand. \"What about you lot? Where will you go after all this?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nEric blinked, watching his wife plunged a sword into the shifter to keep her in place. He almost forgot about the bleeding Nickles beneath him. \n\n_Goddamn I love that woman._ Eric thought, before he remembered that the boy beneath him was bleeding heavily from a mangled leg. He applies pressure with his jacket covering the wound and wrapped the sleeves around his leg before tying them as tight as he possibly could to prevent further blood flow. Though he couldn't get as high as he'd like. Quickly, Eric took off his belt and fastened it around the top of Nickles' thigh before fastening it painfully tight. \n\nThe action momentarily brought him back to Feyshore, when he was still a squire. A man was bleeding heavily from his thigh and another man-at-arms was wrapping him with fabric as high and tight as possible to prevent blood flow from the leg. \n\n\"Fuck...\" Eric muttered, his hands slick with blood. He gave the belt a last tighten to make sure it was tight as it possibly could be."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nAngelica Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n**\nDanico Felrantres, of all the physicians in Marin, of course it would be him. Angelica gave him a begrudgingly thankful look before moving away from the beast she'd just pinned to the wall. It wasn't moving, but she didn't think it was dead either. Instead she moved to where the trio were hunched over Anya, dropping to her knees and trying to ignore the warm and wet feeling that came across her shins as she did so. \n\nShe was most certainly kneeling in Anyanka's blood, and she had to clear her throat to keep from letting bile rise as she got a look at it for the first time. Anya hadn't made a noise yet, and it only just occurred to her that it was because she had fainted. _Twice in one day,_ must have been a record _She was right about this fucking place._ Angelica pushed the auburn locks back out of the Queen's face, noting her closed eyes and paling complexion.\n\n\"Anya, Anya you've got to wake up, you've got to stay awake.\" She started, her hand gripping the Queen's chin and squeezing a bit to see if she'd get a reaction. \"Heath how long as she been out?\" She asked, her blue eyes darting from Anya's face to Heaths. In the blur of the motion between them, she could see how Mikhail was their child, but that wasn't a thought for now either. \"Danico can you help her? Do I need to go find someone else to help as well?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvellous Malefactor\n\nHe had a point. Sucking in her lower lip, Marsila nibbled against her skin in thought before giving a short nod towards the man in front of her. \"I guess that will work.\" She was unsure of Danico, feeling slightly uneased by the way he would occasionally pause and look towards her like he was attempting to figure out some clue. However, she remained quiet and didn't question him on it, instead she glanced towards the notepad and writing instruments he brought out. \n\n\"Of course I can write. It would be quite idiotic to not know how to read if I am able to write, right?\" She replied rhetorically with a matter of fact tone. Marsila felt her eyes widen the moment after she spoke, realising her response was quite snarky and mentally palmed her forehead. This man was offering his help towards her parent's search, it was idiotic for her to talk back with an attitude and possibly push him away. She reached for the quill and pulled the notepad closer towards her while waiting for him to finish with the ink. \"I'm sorry, that was rude. Forgive me. Yes, I can write. My parents were wealthy enough to have me educated in writing, reading and math. The basics.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor, Vallen\n\nDanico raised an eyebrow at the girl's remark, not responding to the brash response until she apologized and explained herself. It was fine, he thought, she was likely stressed by the whole ordeal so he'd give her the benefit of the doubt. \"Forgive me. My question was based purely on your vanity, you look as though you've just crawled out of a hay bail.\" His question was cold, though not malicious- just to the point. \"Either way. What I need from you is as much information as you're able to recall about your parents. What they were wearing, what they look like, who they might have been seen with..\" He leans in closer to the girl, his face serious, \"If they had any enemies?\"\n\nReturning to a casual position, the alchemists questioning gaze studies her reaction, he knew this would likely be a point of contention for her- naturally- but it was important he gets as much info as possible about her parents. He's only just met her, after all, she's a complete strange. Never mind her parents."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\n\nHe wasn't wrong. The woman knew she looked similar to a shitblood with her appearance due to the lack of sleep from her travels and her breakdown while rummaging through her destroyed family home. Looking down towards the notepad, Marsila dipped the tip of the quill into the jar of ink before hovering above the paper hesitantly. She had no idea what her parents were wearing or whom they could have been seen with, so instead she wrote down their description. Below their descriptions, Marsila wrote down the list of people she knew were jealous of her parents which only happened to be a couple who lived not far from them. Victoria and Bracken Hundver. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she attempted to remember one specific man who stood out when she was younger. Someone who used to constantly harass or threaten her parents until she fled from her home. Unable to remember his name, she instead wrote down every feature she could remember which included a large scar that ran from the right of his neck down to his right wrist and a strange accent he carried that was far from Taemarian. He used to terrify her as a child. \n\nPlacing the Quill to the side, Marsila turned the notepad towards him before sliding it over. \"I'm sorry, I don't know much. I only recently came back home and found my parent's house ransacked. They didn't have many enemies that I know of. If they did, they hid it to prevent me from worrying.\" Her parents would do everything in their power to keep Marsila calm when she was younger to prevent any shifting.\n\n\"I think the couple that I wrote down were simply jealous because my mother was supposed to be infertile. Since Victoria also couldn't have kids, she thought it was unfair my parents were suddenly blessed while she and her partner were not. Then they started blaming them for witchcraft. They actually did their best to make my childhood a living hell though I highly doubt they would do anything to my parents since they wouldn't gain anything from their disappearance.\" She did her best to avoid saying 'or death', not wanting to think of that being a possibility."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor, Vallen\n\nDanico takes the note pad back once she had finished writing, reading it over with curious intent. Her parents and their descriptions, the jealous couple who had given her grief, and the strange man that harassed them when she was younger. \"Sounds like your parents cared about you?\" He questions, taking the quill and scribbling a couple notes on the side of the page. \"And their names?\" Danico looks down at the page and writes as he talks, listening to her answers to his questions while jotting down his thoughts.\n\n\"Though I'd be as surprised as yourself if this jealous couple had anything to do with it, I'll still pose them a question or two. They may know something. And as for that other fellow you've mentioned here..\" Danico quickly scans over the details she's written down to make sure he got them correct. \"Would you have any clue where I might find this man?\" Letting the quill rest between index and middle finger, away from the page, the alchemist returns an inquizitive gaze to the girl. \"I'm sorry, I hadn't cought your name?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\n\n\"They did.\" She sighed softly as she felt the guilt weigh on her shoulders. She shouldn't have left them. Even though she was scared of losing control and hurting them, Marsila couldn't help but feel she should have stayed. Maybe then they wouldn't be missing. \"Their names are Michael and Arielle Vema.\"\n\nWhen he asked further about the unknown male, Marsila simply shook her head. \"He was definitely from the south if I am guessing by his accent but I couldn't tell you more than that. Maybe he left something behind in my parent's home?\" She felt hopeless being unable to give any further details. Resting her arms against the table, Cecilia brought her hands up to rest her head against while gripping her hair with a small groan. Staring towards the table, she did her best to think harder on her past that may help. \"The couple might know more. They witnessed him harassing my parents a few times though I am sure it was nothing but entertainment for them.\" \n\nShe could feel the amulet heat up against her chest as tears threaten to fall, the jewel doing its job to calm her emotions. After she released her hair and wiped away the tears, Marsila leaned back against the chair and regained her composure before looking towards Danico. \"Marsila. My name is Marsila Vema.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\n\nDanico wrote down the names of her parents as she mentioned them, nodding along to the details given. He stopped writing as she mentioned their home- \"Has it been cleaned? I assume it has not, though it could seriously hamper progress if it has.\" His eyes still studying her reactions to the questions and her rising emotions, *Natural*, he thought, though curiosity struck as the jade necklace around his neck glowed green momentarily while her bubbling emotions calmed. *Magic, huh?* He continued his thought, curious of the necklace and why she would need some kind of emotional suppressant- assuming that was it's role. He couldn't be sure without asking. \n\n\"And potentially from the south...\" He wrote as he spoke little notes on the pad. The page had mostly filled with thoughts on the matter. \"And this couple, they're your parents neighbors, yeah? They seem rather spiteful.\" He continued on, once again relaxing the quill between fingers. \"Nice to meet you, Marsila.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor \n\n\"It hasn't been cleaned. I only arrived at my parent's home this afternoon and then found myself here asking for help soon after. Everything has remained untouched.\" Marsila swept behind her ear a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face before placing both her hands against the table's edge. Her fingers tapped lightly when Danico continued to jot down extra notes while confirming what she had written. \"Spiteful is probably too kind of a description for them if I am honest. I never understand how someone could have so much hatred inside them.\" \n\nAs she thought of the couple mentioned, Marsila felt her teeth clench momentarily before forcing the memories to the back of her head. \"Under the circumstances, it's nice to meet you too Danico. Unlike the **Rest of the assholes here**, you're the only one who has offered to help so I am thankful.\" She made sure to raise her voice towards the other patrons when she spoke, annoyed at how little they cared for a woman in desperate need. Then again, she may have looked a little too much like a shit blood for them to bother."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor, Vallen\n\nDanico continued to nod along to her statement about the house being untouched. That would certainly be a great boon to the investigation- especially since it was only found within the day. With a little luck, what or whoever had trashed the house only did so within the week just gone, making the evidence as fresh as possible. Of course, there is always the possibility the trail has gone cold by now, the culprit disappearing into the hills, never to be seen again. He was more optimistic then that, however. People don't just disappear without reason. There should be a trail, a note, plans to travel, a ransom note, anything. Hopefully, it was still there. And hopefully, those neighbours saw it.\n\nDanico chuckled lightly at her remark of their hatred. \"Some people just want everything with no will to chase it. Sad, really.\" He flicks the quill back and forth between index and middle fingers. \"Though rest assured, once I've looked through the house they'll be my first suspects.\" His words were both sincere and reassuring. It did no one any good if the girl's mind strayed into the clouds with grief and worry, so keeping her hope in him was key. \n\n*\"Shhhhhhhhh!\"* Danico hushes the girl as she raised her voice at the guests to the tavern. Though he had to hold back a laugh at the motion, the atmosphere in the tavern surely invited the unsavoury kind. \"It'll do us no good to get you ran through for disrespect. However entertaining it may be.\" His words spoke low as the tavern-goers glared in their direction before going back to whatever it was they were prior. \"Though I'm happy to do this for you. After all, you'll get me that bird, yes?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor \n\nShe felt her worries settle when Danico assured her he would question the couple. Even though it would be a struggle to not think of her parents while completing the task given to her, Marsila was relieved to know this man would be investigating their disappearance. She glanced towards the few in the tavern as many left before the sky grew completely dark. Some of the customers were either too intoxicated to have heard her while others glared in annoyance. Turning back to face Danico, she sheepishly towards him apologetically. \"I apologise. Sometimes my anger gets the best of me.\"\n\nStraightening herself, Marsila gave Danico a short nod when he mentioned the Owl-griffin. \"You have my word about the *Bird*. I will start on it immediately and leave for Terrasol when the sun rises.\" She would need her rest before she left Taemar, though Marsila doubted she would get a proper night's sleep with the thought of her parents playing on her mind. \"When I have the bird, You will find me at the home of my parents. It may take a while for me to successfully find and capture this creature so I will aim to be back within a month. Does this suit you?\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\n\nThe alchemist let out a soft chuckle at her admittance of emotional instability. \"Careful with that emotion.\" He mentions, prodding with curiosity about the pendant around her neck. \"Don't lose your tongue.\" He raises a brow at the other as he packs the the writing tools away, satisfied with the information he has. \"One last thing, before I must head back to the castle.\" He motions as he picks the bag back up off the ground, letting the strap rest atop his shoulder. \"If, in the case I'm unable to find your parents, what are you going to do?\" He casually leans against the table so it would be easy enough to stand once again. \"Not with me or the target I want, but yourself? You see, It'll do me no good to have the the finger of blame pointed at myself for whatever retaliation you may commit from a lack of resolution. Not that I expect that outcome, of course.\" He studies the girl for a reaction once again, curious about her response. \n\nTaking a stand, the alchemist prepares to make his leave, he nods at the girls proposition of a months time. \"Hopefully, a month shall be enough to do all the research I need. If this other man does indeed live further south than I may need some more time. Hopefully, however, it shan't come to that.\" Walking up to Marsila, he places a hand on her shoulder. \"Good luck on the hunt, Marsila, You'll need it.\" With a final nod, he makes his leave from the tavern, back towards the castle."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nThe Marvelous Malefactor\n\n\"I would have to continue my search.\" She replied while he stood after having packed away his writing instruments. She hoped Danico would find a trail leading to her parents, knowing she would end up living with the guilt on her shoulders if he was unable to succeed in the task she had given him. \"However, I am a person who keeps to their word. If you search for my parents and find yourself unable to locate them, I will still hand over the creature so you don't have to worry in regards to that. And I will not point any blame towards you, only myself.\" *For leaving them behind.* Inhaling deeply, Marsila stood from her seat as Danico confirmed the timeline for when they were to meet again, readying herself to leave also. \"Please keep yourself safe, I shall hopefully see you in a month's time.\" \n\nOnce Danico departed from the tavern, Marsila began making her way towards the entrance. As she reached the tavern doors, the shifter turned to face everyone in the tavern and raised her hands with her middle fingers pointed upwards. \"I hope you lot get food poisoning or an invitation to King Gregors living quarters so he can bed you. Because that's what all you fuckers deserved.\" \n\nAfter she finished shouting profanity towards the customers, Marsila ran out the doors and made her way towards Romia who had been waiting patiently all those hours by his post. Removing the reins from the wooden beam she had tied him to, Marsila reached towards his saddle and lifted herself up until she was laying on her stomach against the stallions back. She wasted no time as she adjusted herself properly on the saddle before ordering Romia into a canter by digging her heels into his sides."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSir Heath Romanov silently cursed Elle for forcing him to attend the damn council. Anyanka was bleeding out before him and Cecilia was bleeding out in the corridor, pinned to the wall with a puncture in her lung and another one in a location that was a mystery to him. \n\n\"She passed out just as soon as you all came out,\" Heath said in response to Angelica, \"She was lucid for longer than I expected, honestly.\" He looked down at Anyanka, watching the blush leave her cheeks, leaving her pale skin paler than he'd ever seen. It pained him to see the visible life draining from her. His blond locks fell over his face as he leaned his head down, concealing his expression. He clutched her hand, praying that Danico was competent enough to save her. In a fleeting thought, he wondered if the physician could help Cecilia, as well. \n\n\"Gregor should know what the fuck is going on in his castle,\" Heath muttered to Lord Stafford."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"While you're at it,\" Danico muttered, never taking his eyes off the procedure for a moment, \"If you *Do* Go, would you please request permission for me to use the kitchen?\" Focus intense on the procedure at hand, he constantly swaps between soaking up the copious amounts of blood still gushing from the wound still unstitched and, of course, stitching. \"I'm going to need access to make more numbing ointment if the queen is to make it past this with as little pain as possible.\" \n\nThe alchemist glances over at the shifter laying lifeless on the ground, sword pinning her to the wall. Still focused on the procedure, but noticing her body hadn't so much as twitched since he got here. \"Someone make sure the shifter still breathes.\" He demanded, focus returning to the task at hand. \"Many people are going to have many questions.\" Though his demand seemed purely out of interest for those around him, truly he simply had questions for Cecilia himself."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nVallen Taemar\n\nHeath informed them she hadn't been our long, which was somehow still concerning and comforting at the same time. Danico worried she'd wake in a panic, and now every passing second has her wondering if Anya would wake up screaming. \n\nDanico had asked them to make sure she didn't move and to pinch at the puncture wounds on her shoulder, and while Angelica had started at her hands to keep her pinned, Heath seemed to take that over. \n\nIf he hasn't undoubtedly caused this, she could almost see it as being sweet. But as it was, she was now the one tasked with pinching bloodied flesh for Danico, until he ordered someone to check on the shifter. She had never really considered herself to be squeamish woman, but the lifeblood of her friend rushing over her fingers was doing more to her than she'd like to admit.\n\nSo she gestured Eric over having him take her place at the Queens shoulder instead while she moved to stand. A brief swipe of bloodied hands on her dress was all she managed in terms of cleaning her hands before she moved to the shifter pinned to the wall. Hesitantly, she reached her hand out and placed it a couple inches before the creatures nose, there was a slow but steady exhale coming from it's nostrils and she contemplated briefly removing the sword and finishing the job then just reporting it dead. \n\nBut she didn't. \"It's alive.\" She answered, moving back to the group briefly. \"I'm going to go secure you the kitchens. If she _dies_,\" She swallowed thickly. \"If she dies, Eric I want them all detained.\" She said firmly, and hurried off to the kitchens.\n\n**\nMikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar **\n\nThe dinner had concluded with Angelica catching him on his way out and an exchange of a letter from her possession into his. It wasn't marked with anything but his name, the three names stacked on top of each other, each name a little heavier handed than the last. \n\n_Mikhail_\n_Durkhan_\n_**Maith**_\n\nThe Prince moved out of the main dining hall, intent on retiring to his room for the remainder of the night. There was talk of heading to the taverns in town, but he had no interest in partaking in drinks with strangers in a land he didn't know. The last thing he wanted was some incident that spread like wildfire through the courts. The Eclipse that had been assigned to him followed closely behind him, along with another Astorian guard whose name he could never recall, and he broke the seal on the letter with ease. \n\nAs he walked, his eyes skimmed the short invitation. It was to meet with the Pirate King, tonight in the library of Castle Grunewald. He clicked his tongue, and folded the letter back once more to replace it back into the envelope. What Maith wanted to see him about, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't exactly going to turn down the request from the man who had given him so much. Mikhail looked to the Eclipse and nodded to another hall. \n\n\"We're headed to the library for a private meeting. You might be posted outside, but feel free to clear the library first, it would make me more comfortable.\" Mikhail explained, and they trio turned to find the library in question."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"Of course.\" Eric replied to his wife before taking Angelica's place to start pinching off the puncture wounds and keeping a firm grip on Anya in the event she woke up. Eric was pretty sure when she woke up, she wouldn't be able to move very well. Both Heath and himself had a lot more strength to keep her down. \n\n_Fuck..._ Eric thought, now getting a better look at the Queen's wounds. _A shifter?_ Eric questioned in his head, having thought they had been wiped out or weren't real to begin with. Now one attacked his queen. _Someone should've been with her to take the hit, she should not have been alone._"
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nAs the evening waned, the tavern's cacophony grew. Imogen cocked her head to the side upon Kallophon's comment, her dark hair sliding across her shoulders and settling as a silky curtain to the left. \"Her nose?\" She asked, wrinkling her own, \"I suppose the regal nose is known to be more sizable.\"\n\n\"If it's true, he should say it,\" Arnaud snorted, \"I am quite tired of the bastard royals being held up on a pedastal with all the pee-ons fawning below with glittering eyes. They spit on us because they fucking can. No one *Says* That they're not gods. She has a big fucking nose.\"\n\n\"I disagree. It is of average size,\" Bertolt said, \"She is beautiful.\"\n\n\"Well, I never said she was not,\" Arnaud countered. \n\n\"We're going down south to Araedia. Taemar is too grim when the trees lose their leaves and the boglands are exposed,\" Imogen said. \n\n\"Actually, we're going to the North Shore for the equinox festivals,\" Said Arnaud, \"Because we do not want to be penniless and starve, come winter.\"\n\n\"We have yet to decide,\" Bertolt said to Kallophon, sotto voce.\n\nSir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"Not sure who the hell she thinks she can have detained,\" Heath said, growing more and more irritated with Lady Stafford. His eyes moved to the corner, where a figure moved. Upon seeing that he had been spotted, Kenmath Vaughn stepped out of the shadows. \n\n\"Dear me, dear my. The Duchess has found herself in quite the sticky situation. Sticky blood, sticky fud,\" Kenmath hummed, clasping his hands behind his back. Heath blinked in confusion. He figured the poor old man had lost his mind due to being *Ancient*. \n\n\"Tell King Gregor that there has been an attempt on Duchess Anyanka's life and to come quickly,\" Heath ordered. \n\n\"But what of the stoolie?\" Kenmath asked, rocking on his heels. \n\n\"Beg your pardon?\" Heath asked, shaking his head. \n\n\"The stoolie,\" Kenmath clarified, pointing at Prince Nickles' limp form on the ground. He turned his eyes to Lord Stafford. \"A boy without a leg is much like a crow without a beak. You would think there would be a song about *That*. I must ask the little lad with a instrument to draft a piece in honor of him. Wouldn't you agree?\" He took a cautious step toward Eric. \n\n\"We'll take care of him. Just go get your king,\" Heath barked. Kenmath giggled and sped away, his long beard trailing after him."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nLord Stafford bit his tongue to Heath's comment, he was rather sure he could detain the old knight rather easily but he didn't say it. His queen getting the care she needs was more important than a dick measuring contest with Heath. Eric's attention was shifted to Kenmath and a growing sense of frustration with this place. \n\n\" I hate this place _so_ much.\" He said when Kenmath sped away. \"Where are the fucking guards?\" Eric grumbled. \"Should we begin moving her to the kitchen?\"He continued looking between Heath and the physician."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nDanico briefly moved focus to \nKenmath as he made his way in, though quickly turned back to the task at hand. *\"What an odd fellow.\"* He mutters about Kenmath's odd sensibility. \"Question.\" Danico asks as the ...*Butler? Servant? Walking corpse?* Walks off, posed to no one in particular, \"What actually happened here? The queen is bleeding out, that creepy kid lost a leg, there's a shifter pinned to the wall...\" He pulls tight part of the thread, the lace coming neat against the skin. There's about a third to go. \"Seems like a wild animal attack.\" His words said in jest, he knew Cecilia was at the bottom of this somehow. He just hoped she hadn't turned wild.\n\n\"Don't stress about moving her to the kitchen.\" He replied to Eric, \"In fact, once I've finished the sutures, we'll get her to a bed.\" He continued as he worked. Though the quality of the sutures may have been better if done by a certified doctor, Danico was pleased with the current result and was certain it would be more than adequate enough to heal proper with time. \"She should heal with time.\" He continued, \"I cannot, however, guarantee that she'll have full motion in her arm and hand.\" His brow furrows at the thought, a steady rhythm guides the procedure. \"This wound is deep. Wolf bites generally tend to be. If there's damage to the nerves then they're likely to not heal proper. I'm confident she'll still be able to use her arm, but there is a possibility she may not be able to fully grasp items. Keep that in mind going forward.\"\n\nNodding between Eric and Heath in thanks, he begins to pull through the last few stitches. \"Thank you, you've both been a great help.\" Pulling the goggles up onto his head, he bites off most of the loose silk after tying it taut against the skin. Gently poking at each of the stitches, inspecting their quality, he nods in approval of the work done. \"If either of you wouldn't mind, please carry her to a bed.\" He places the vial of numbing ointment on Anya's lap, so it's carried with her. \"*Very* Gently, apply no more than what will fit on the tip of your finger to the wound.\" Danico articulates with his hand, gesturing to the tip of his finger. \"It should kick in within the hour. If they permit me use of the kitchen then I'll percure enough to last a week or two. Once I'm done I'll come check on her.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nKallophon beamed at the idea of seeing the equinox festivals. He imagined that playing for Queen Anyanka would afford him as much of an opportunity to see them as patronage under the Romanovs and Blacks themselves would.\n\nKallophon caught a passing barmaid and ordered one more cheap drink, then looked at the trio. \"Heading to Araedia might be tossing the dice, sure, but I think they'll love your music. I know Araedians–well, not many by any measure, but I do know Araedians–to be very sombre, and grave, almost as grave as their girls who fail the Trials. I'd say you lot can hit those sinews of their hearts just right if you use the right pieces of your repertoire.\" He waved a hand. \"Please forgive me if I'm patronising you, I just enjoy talking about my kinsmen in the Southeast. It reminds me of being closer to home.\"\n\nHis drink arrived, and he gestured towards them with it. \"You know, friends, I was just thinking about the Durkhans and the Romanovs. Am I right in saying that there's some *History *There? In particular, the delightfully *Lewd* Kind of history?\" He grinned, leaning forward and folding his arms on the table. \"Tell me what you know, fellow gossip-masters.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar. \n\n\"The shifter attacked the duchess and then went after the child,\" Heath said wearily. The physician finished stitching up Anyanka's arm and instructed them on the application of the ointment. He nodded and carefully scooped Anyanka's limp form up into his arms. \"Thank you, Danico. We are so grateful you came here when you did,\" Heath said. He made a note to pay the physician handsomely for his service. \n\nHe hoped Angelica Stafford got lost for good in the kitchens. His head was pounding from the events of the night and he just wanted to get through the remainder of it in peace. Upon coming to the Duchess' assigned chambers for the night, Heath nudged the door open with his shoulder and laid Anyanka down in the bed. He pulled the silken sheets over her and sat beside her unconscious form to open and gently apply the numbing ointment. \n\nIn the corridor, Kenmath stared at the bloody wolf. He batted her paws with glee. He decided not to wake King Gregor, for he wanted to have a chance to play with the new decoration. \"It is a good night, it is a good night indeed,\" Kenmath said in glee. He gave Cecilia's paw a great big bat, causing it to hit against the wall. \"You smell like a gutter,\" Kenmath proclaimed. He gripped the sword and began to tug."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nEric breathed a sigh of relief when the last of the stitching went through the wound of Anya's shoulder. Heath beat him to picking up Anya and beginning to carry her off. Eric wanted to protest, but now was not the time to play tug-'o'-war over his queen, he took a double glance at the wolf and the child without a leg and felt torn. He should probably stay with the beast that attacked his queen and with the wounded child that Angelica had said was Ramsalot. On the other hand, the last time Anyanka was alone with Sir Romanov, she was attacked. \n\nEric elected to make sure his queen got to the room safely, where he would stand guard for her for the rest of the night, not particularly trusting the knight he scarcely knew."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen Taemar**\n\nWhen Anyanka came to, she felt like her body was on fire. The fear that had caused her to faint now coursed adrenaline through her veins and she awoke with a start, her body jolting upwards in surprise that the shifter hadn't taken her head clear off her shoulders. The sudden movement made her yelp, a hand moving to her shoulder instinctively, her mind alerting her to the knowledge that there _should_ be pain. \n\nHer hand clamped over sticky skin, and she would only realize later that it wasn't from fresh wet blood but a mixture of dried blood and some kind of ointment. It smelled heavily of something that made her nose tingle, and her palm and fingers felt the same effects after a while. Tears threatened to well but didn't fall, and wide silver eyes examined the poorly lit room for the shifter. Instead, she found Heath sitting at her beside, and him alone. \n\nAnya looked to him, taking a few seconds to collect herself as she fought a quivering chin and the urge to cry and scream all at once. \"What happened, where's the woman?\" She asked, disgusted with how her voice shook. She cleared it, her hand coming away from her shoulder to examine what she thought would be blood -and her brow furrowed to see the reality of it. \"My heads spinning, _fuck this hurts_\" She muttered under her breath, aware of how the bite didn't hurt on the surface but it did in her bones and muscle where the teeth had torn. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, trying to offset it. \"Are you alright, did she hurt you?\" She questioned, eyes closing as she sunk back into the damp pillow of her chambers, all too aware that she had moved to fast and was now regretting it as she _had_ been tossed into a wall by a fucking wolf creature. Fuck that woman. \"Is she dead?\" She added."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin stumbled out of the castle, almost tripping on every stone in his path. He almost knocked over an old vase, catching it as it fell off of its small table it was resting on. He set it back gently, making sure no one was watching him. He blinked his eyes a few times before exiting the main hall into the courtyard. \n\nHe walked through the front gate, and looked around for a moment. He pondered about which direction his tavern was, shrugged, and let his feet decide their direction. He began walking, grinning as the alcohol wore through his system. The buildings blurred together as he walked, and he forced his way through the small crowd in the streets. All of a sudden he heard shouting, and he made his way toward the small tavern before a woman burst out and jumped on her horse, but before she could leave Arin stumbled in front of her horse."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nShe hadn't seen the man stumble in front of her Stallion but luckily for the man, Romia had. Marsila was forced to lean her body forward while holding tightly onto the reins so she wasn't thrown when the stallion reared in fright from the man's sudden appearance. \n\n\"What the hell Romia?!\" She yelled out, not yet noticing the man until the stallion lowered. When he did, Marisla caught sight of the intoxicated man. How idiotic was he to think it was a smart idea to jump in front of a horse? Regaining her balance on the saddle, Marsila's gaze pierced down towards the stranger in annoyance before shaking her head disapprovingly. \"Are you asking for a deathwish?\" She asked with an irritable tone, occasionally looking back towards the tavern doors as she expected one of the patrons to storm out. After her second glance, a large burly man marched out from the tavern and took no more than three steps before collapsing onto the ground when one of his legs tripped over the other. Marsila winced slightly when his head hit the ground with an audible thud, knocking him out cold. Seeing as the alcohol in his system took him out before he had the chance to release his anger out on the woman, Marsila turned back towards the stranger who had jumped in front of her horse. \"What were you thinking? Jumping in front of a horse like that?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nHeath slipped out of the room for a moment to deal with the shifter and bleeding prince situation, seeing as Lord Stafford had decided that he would be most useful posted outside the door. \"You alright, mate?\" Heath said in passing. He sighed loudly at the sight of the Grunewald servant attempting to free Cecilia. He grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck and pulled him back \n\n\"Nein!\" Kenmath shrieked. \n\n\"You wouldn't survive if she comes to,\" Heath said. Prince Nickles watched from the ground. His leg hole was no longer bleeding. His blood clotted at five times the speed of a normal human. \n\n\"Feed me pastries,\" Nickles demanded of Heath. \n\n\"Later,\" Heath said, dismissively. He yanked the sword from Cecilia and let her limp form fall into his arms. \"*You*, show me the dungeons quickly.\" Kenmath nodded and began to sprint. Heath followed. \n\nThe Grunewald dungeons were located far underneath the castle, in the damp and dark basement. The iron bars of the cells were thick and barely spaced apart. The light pattering of rats scurrying around echoed through the chambers. Kenmath opened a cell and Heath placed Cecilia on the wet ground. Her wound already seemed smaller than it had when they were upstairs. He stepped back and allowed Kenmath to slam the cell shut. \n\nHe swallowed the key with surprising ease as Heath looked on in alarm. \n\nBy the time Heath got back to Anya's chambers, she was stirring awake. He had placed Nickles back in his chambers and told him to sleep. He sat back down on the bed and prepared for her to panic upon awakening. \"Cecilia is in the dungeons. She attacked you and you passed out from blood loss. Danico stitched you back up,\" He said, quietly, \"She's alive. She's very hurt, but she's alive.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nDanico exhaled with audible disappointment, though he had no words on the news of Cecilias attack.\n\n\"You're welcome. Come an hour or two, I'll bring up more of the ointment for Anya's scar.\" Wiping his hands of dried blood against his jacket, the alchemist bends down to begin packing away the tools used on the procedure, tearing away the left over silk from his needle. \"Careful!\" He calls after heath as he carries the still uncontious duchess away, followed soon after by Eric. Looking over at cecillias corpse, alone in the corridor, the alchemist walked over to take a peak. *\"You stupid girl.\"* He thought to himself as he squatted down to investigate the wound where the sword left the body. Blood flowing from the wound, down the sword and onto the ground, Danico pulls out an empty vial from his bag, pulls out the cork and begins filling it with her blood. And again with a second vial. Only seconds after filling the vial Danico heard the soft patter of footsteps in the distance. Not wanting to be cought collecting one of the most potent and dangerous poisons on the continent, he made his presence scarce, walking off to find the kitchens."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin paused for a brief moment, blinking and rubbing his eyes to try and clear his head. He realized what was going on, and frowned. \"I'm... Sorry.\" He said, standing up straight and shaking his head. Someone inside cheered and Arin nodded, and flicked a coin inside. A glass was tossed his way and he caught it, and gulped it down. \"The name is Arin by the way. I'm... New around here.\" He said, resting a foot on top of the man and nudging him. He was out cold. \n\nArin popped his neck and sighed. \"Though I do suppose I owe you for wasting your time.\" He said, rubbing his neck. He bent over the man and ran his fingers through his pockets before his eyes opened wide in surprise. \"I will take that. You don't have much... Use for it I don't suppose.\" He said, extracting a money pouch and a dagger. He tossed the money pouch over before sliding the dagger into his belt. He looked up and squinted because of the light. \"Anything else?\" He asked."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen**\n\nThere was nothing reassuring about the knowledge that she was alive. He presented everything so factually it made her heart swell and shrink back in her chest, feeling as if she was being scolded for being attacked by _his_ companion. He didn't sound frightened or concerned, only exasperated, every word like a sigh.\n\n\"I'll have to give my thanks to Danico, if I ever see him.\" She noted, her voice almost a whisper as she made the note to herself. The man had disappeared from her court without a word, she wasn't even aware he had been _at_ the council to begin with. Her eyes remained closed and she swallowed the tightness in her throat, all too aware of the way her shoulder pulsed with discomfort. \n\n\"Thank you,\" She started \"For getting me here. You're not obligated to stay. Obviously whatever was happening with the child and that woman is only going to get worse.\" Her eyes opened, and they moved to him slowly, fighting that quiver of her chin once more. \"I'm surprised to see you still here to begin with, in truth.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nWhen the stranger was given a glass, Marsila couldn't help but tilt her head slightly while looking towards him in judgment. Was it wise for him to continue drinking? She highly doubted it. However Arin didn't stop there and decided to pickpocket the man who knocked himself unconscious. When it was thrown towards her, Marsila caught the pouch with ease before throwing it back towards the man like a game of hot potato. \"I have a better idea.\" She began while throwing her left leg over the stallion's neck until she was facing Arin fully and slid from Romia's back, landing heavily on her feet. \"I don't want that asshole's money. But I do need a favour if you're interested in escaping this shit hole of a kingdom?\" \n\nHer gaze never left Arin as she began studying his appearance. By the way he was dressed, the lack of shame when it came to taking the man's coin and the accent he carried with the occasional slur, Marsila had an idea what type of person he was. He would be a perfect companion to help her find and possibly kill the Owl-Griffen mother, considering pirates were skilled in theivery. The youngling however, would remain Marsila's secret. \"I'm about to leave for Terrasol and there is a creature I plan on hunting. Did you want to come with me? Rather than be stuck in a town filled with Nobles and Royalty?\" \n\nShe hoped he would say yes. Even though he was currently a drunken idiot, she needed all the help she could receive if she was to be successful with the mission given to her. Even though she could heal at a remarkable speed, the dangers she read on this particular beast had Marsila doubting herself."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin took another gulp and shrugged, catching the bag and pocketing it. He had no problem taking another man's coin, especially when it was this easy. His ears perked up as she began to speak. Her voice wasn't like the rest of the people around. She was too confident about her words. He paused for a moment, scratching his forehead and began to run his fingers through his hair, brushing his hair out of his face. He listened closely as she spoke, watching her carefully as she slid off of her horse. He watched her size him up, noting her demeanor begin to change as she began to realize what type of man Arin was. He began to laugh softly for a moment. \n\n\"These nobles are complete idiots! I have made more coin in two weeks than I have in my entire life. All of these men think that their life is going perfect and the women have their fat filthy fingers firmly planted in the men's pockets. It's perfect for someone like me. Why would I ever want to leave?\" He said, grinning wildly. \n\n\"But your proposal interests me. I haven't been on a proper hunt in ages. So I'll accept. Might be a nice change of pace, and some exercise. I don't want to grow content in this place. My legs need stretching.\" He said, rambling on for a moment before stopping suddenly. \n\n\"What sort of creature will we be hunting?\" He asked, looking back at her. \"It must be... Terrifying for someone as confident as you to ask someone else for help.\" He said softly, looking back at her."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe room offered very little light in the form of flickering candles. The sconces were old and some were tilted, as though they could fall from the wall at any moment. Heath almost wished that a fire would start from a rogue candle, engulfing them all in flames. Perhaps Marin would be better off if every bastard at the council died tragically. Anyanka spoke up, pulling him out of his thoughts. \n\n\"Why wouldn't I be here?\" He asked, raising his brows. He paused, raising a hand rub the back of his neck. \"I feel as though I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have confronted Cecilia with you there.\" He could sense that she felt uncomfortable. He hoped that she was not blaming herself for what happened. \"Cecilia and Nickles have already been taken care of,\" He said. \n\nHe hoped Cecilia would choke on a rat down in the dungeons. \n\n \"I can go, if you prefer. I imagine you want to get some rest,\" He added, looking down at her.\n\nPrince Nickles\nThe Best Chambers in Castle Grunewald\n\nNickles laid upon his silken sheets in his king-sized bed. He had a platter of pastries that he was \nIndulging on.\n\n\"Boy I'm glad I'm not in a wet dungeon with no choice but to feast on a rat,\" He said with a mouth full of creampuffs."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon and Queen Lucrezia\nThe Suite of Love in Vallen, Taemar**\n\n\"Dennon,\" Lucrezia said, shaking Dennon awake. \"I heard a noise outside the door.\"\n\nDennon sighed heavily as he sat up on his side of the bed. He got up and pushed past the giant hog god fertility statue in their room before walking to the door. He listened for a moment before opening it up, not hearing anything. \"Holy Hogcock!\" Dennon exclaimed groggily at first glance. \"It looks like they dragged that pig through here.\" There was blood all over the floor of the hallway. He closed the door in disgust. \"Hopefully that server, Kenneth or something like that, will have it cleaned by morning.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nThe moment the sword was removed from the shifter's body, Cecilia's flesh began to heal. The puncture in her lung was first to close, trapping the blood that leaked inside her organ during her unconsciousness. Once her body managed to mend the damage to her lungs, the muscle and skin on her back began to repair itself, almost like it was stitching the flesh together with invisible thread before moving towards the injury by her shoulder. After Cecilia's shoulder began to restore the damage to its best ability, the wolf's eyelids began to flutter, signaling that she was about to awaken. The pain in her chest was excruciating when she woke, the agony from the damaged inflicted by the silver temporarily distracting her from the fluid in her lungs. The moment she attempted to inhale deeply, the wolf began to choke. Cecilia became fearful as she attempted to breath, her eyes widening in fright while forcing herself to roll onto her stomach. With each choking cough, blood began to pool from the wolf's mouth and onto the cold, blood and shit stained floor. Cecilia wondered if Heath or whoever brought her down to the dungeons had removed the sword from her back as every breath she took felt similar to inhaling razorblades. However, when she turned her head to glance towards her back between her blood filled coughs, she noticed the weaponed had been removed. It confused her.\n\nThe wolf's head dropped against the floor while a pained whine left her maw before she closed her eyes, knowing her body would continue to heal if she remained still. During the couple hours it took her body to repair itself, Cecilia thought back to the moment that resulted in her imprisonment, recalling the argument between Heath and herself before she attacked the duchess and then the boy. She found herself feeling guilty when she remembered threatening Heath's family, wishing she had taken a different approach towards the whole situation. It was tempting to call out to Heath and explain why she had been after Nickles even though she knew there was no chance of redemption, especially if he found out who it was that gave her the hit."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nVallen, Taemar\n\nThe dining hall cleared out quickly, and Charity followed suit. She was hoping for a night less eventful than the dinner that preceded it, but she was expecting the opposite. After being guided to her quarters, she was greeted by a small room with a bed in the center and four chamber pots. Given what she knows of the Grunewalds, this was as fancy as it gets.\n\nShe didn't want any funny business during the night, so she stacked up three of the chamber pots in fron of the door, should anyone try to sneak in, Charity will know. She then settled in for rest. She would need it for the council, and any meetings she might have with any other queens for any reason."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nHours later after the feast, the young Barrmount laid defeated on the bed of her assigned room. With her eyes fixed on the ceiling, she let out a heavy sigh.\n\n\"Not even the bath lifted your spirits, my Lady?\" Pippin asked as she delicately put the white gown on the bed next to Anna.\n\n\"Not a bit...\" Anna sat up on the bed, her hair a semi dry mess \"The king of this lands thinks Vivayn is the perfect man for the Iron Plaines. I bet his family does too, and may the gods forbid it but what if the rest of the council attendants think so too?!\" Her voice was close to a cry.\n\n\"C'mon! Don't be so grim. Why don't you go for a walk in the castle? Exploring always cheers you up my Lady\"\n\n\"In a mourning gown?\"\n\n\"I'll have the traveling clothes clean when you come back\"\n\n\"I don't know...\" \n\n\"Stand up and go explore!\" \n\n\"Okay okay!\"\n\n...\n\nThe white gown, adorned with black floral details and ribbons, and Anna's soft appearance clashed with the interiors of the Taemarian castle. Her feet dragged her through the corridors as her mind wandered over everything that had happened in the past weeks.\n\nWas Sibyl safe? Did Rodrick have a proper goodbye? How many died? How many survived? How many survived only to sucumb to the illness?\n\nAnyone walking by could have easily mistaken her for a grieving ghost haunting the place.\n\nBy the time she came back to her senses and noticed her surroundings, Anna couldn't identify where she was.\n\n\"Oh perfect, now I'm lost, of course I'm lost\" She muttered under her breath. By the looks of it, it seemed like she ended up in the dungeons.\n\nThey weren't like the dungeons back home... They felt strange, with the tingle of a metallic scent in the atmosphere that made the Barrmount's stomach turn upside down.\n\nAnna was about to make her leave when she heard a whine. An animal? A person? Was someone down there injured? Did they keep a hunted animal? Before she could realize it, she was following the sound.\n\n\"Hello? Is there someone down here?\" She dared to call out in a soft voice, a bit scared deep down \"I got lost and... Well I-\" She gasped and put her hand over her mouth, as she turned the corner and encountered the origin of the grunts and whines"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons, Taemar\n\nThe wolf's ears perked towards the soft sound of footsteps as someone neared. Her heart pacing at the thought of Anya's men or possibly Bradai making their way towards the dungeons in hope to finish what Heath didn't have the ability to do. Considering the wolf had been incapacitated, Cecilia doubted she the strength to defend herself properly against any attack. Though her body had almost completed it's healing process, the loss of blood made the shifter incredibly weak. Fortunately, her fears were soon calmed when a faint voice began to call out within the dungeons, growing louder until an audible gasp escaped their lips. Perhaps luck finally had decided it wanted to visit Cecilia tonight. She could only hope. \n\nNot wanting to scare away her possible escape, the shifter refrained from releasing a threatening growl and instead, continued to whimper from the pain in her chest. Even though the wounds had thinned into a fine scar, Cecilia felt pressure along with a painful ache against the back of her lung, making it difficult to properly breath. Lifting her head, the shifter turned from facing the wall and brought her attention toward the bars that caged her, glancing between the thin spaces until her eyes caught the sight of a female in a white gown. The wolf once again lowered her head until it rested against the side of her legs closest to the bars, looking towards the woman with curiosity. She stared silently before attempting to reach out towards the female's mind in hopes to communicate with her. If she was successful enough and hadn't been completely drained in energy, the woman would feel a tingling sensation rush through her head until a woman's voice could be heard.\n\n'*You won't find anyone else down here besides me.*'\n\nHer eyes glanced over the stranger as she spoke, observing the bags had settled beneath the woman's glassy bloodshot eyes. She could only assume they were a result of tears that had fallen previously."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nDungeons of Grunewald Castle, Valen.\n\nA wolf lied in front of her, damaged and tired in their cell. Some bright blood drops stained the jet black fur of the animal\n\nAnna barely took a step foward when a faint voice ringed in her head. Did she imagine it? No no no, a wolf couldn't speak, she surely imagined it. She was too tired, that was it, exhaustion making her imagine things.\n\nShe shook her head and slowly walked towards the bars. The young Lady got down to her knees in front of the bars, grabbing them with her hands for support.\n\n\"Hi little one, what are you doing here? Did they hurt you?\" It was more of an observation than a question. She cautiously extended her hand between the iron bars, towards the animal \"All that blood doesn't look good... Who did this to you?\"\n\nAlthough it was common knowledge in the Witherlands that wolves were dangerous animals, this one was the first one alive Anna had ever seen so close; it cautivated her. It looked so fragile in that state, but so magnificent and beautiful at the same time... Could it bite her hand off in the blink of an eye? Yes. Did she care in that moment? Not much."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nJudging by the woman's reaction, Cecilia came to the realisation that this woman mustn't have crossed paths with a shifter before. As she drew closer towards the wolf, Cecilia couldn't help but feel slightly amused. She spoke to Cecilia like she was simply nothing but an average wolf and decided it may be worth playing along with her assumption. \n\nRemaining on her stomach, Cecilia approached the woman through a crawl, dragging her body against the floor until she neared the woman's hand. The wolf continued to whine pathetically as she reached her snout out until it connected with the woman's hand. She had an idea that humans felt sympathetic towards an injured animal rather than a beast or human and used that to her advantage. \n\nShe attempted to reach into her mind again to communicate, however she kept it subtle so the woman would assume it was her conscious or simply blamed exhaustion. \n\n*'Feed her'*\n\nCecilia could only hope that her plan would work as her stomach made a soft rumbling noise. She preferred to avoid eating the rats that scurried through the dungeon, knowing their small skeletons made it difficult to devour while providing very little meat. If she was to regain her energy, she would need to eat a minimum of a dozen rats. Something she did not look forward to.\n\nMarsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nShe didn't blame him for feeling hesitant towards her offer, considering the riches he was gaining. Thankfully, he decided to question her further on the proposal given, curious as to what it was they would be hunting. \"It's a rare creature that was supposed to be extinct in Marin, an Owl-Griffen. However there have been recent sightings in Terresol so I am currently heading there.\" Her head tilted slightly as she looked towards Arin, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips when he mentioned her confident behaviour. Rather than explaining further about the beast she happened to be after, Marsila faced away from the man and reached towards the saddle, readjusting it property so it wouldn't slip during her travels. \"I won't judge you if you decide against helping me. Many would be too afraid to travel into Terresol and place themselves in front of this creature.\"\n\nShe hoped playing on his masculinity would encourage him to join her. It was a common trait among men from what she has witnessed. Once the saddle was stable, Marsila reached her foot into the stirrup and lifted herself onto Romia's back before turning back to face Arin. \"I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening digging your fingers into pockets.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen.\n\nThe moment the palm of her hand touched the nose of the animal, after it crawled to get closer, Anna's face lit up instantly with surprise and excitement. The signs of exhaustion and tears became less prominent in her pale face.\n\nA child with a new toy would have looked less excited than the Barrmount in that moment.\n\nSomething in her told her to feed the animal. Of course! It was injured and locked, it must have been hungry.\n\n\"Oh, oh! Wait a minute, I'll fetch you some food, you must be starving...\" Anna stood up swiftly \"It will be a moment, okay? I'll be right back\"\n\n...\n\nIt was a miracle the Lady found the way back to the dorm *And* Back to the dungeon, but there se was back after a small run. She kneeled in front of the animal and opened a handkerchief that she used to store some food from the feast for later.\n\nAnna put the piece of cloth with meat through the bars, offering the untouched food she had on her plate earlier on.\n\n\"It's not much, but I hope you like it...\" She said with a warm smile drawn on her face \"I would have brought more, but the feast is over. It was a disaster anyways...\"\n\nThe young woman sighed as she shook her head, trying to keep her sorrows and worries away for a bit.\n\n\"I'm Anna Barrmount. Well, Lady Anna, but I doubt animals care about titles\" She sat more comfortably, letting her butt lay on the floor and putting her legs a bit to the side \"I'm really far from home, I guess you must be too...\"\n\nShe observed the animal for a while, in silence. *In a dungeon talking to an animal, peak of the day...*\n\n\"Whoever hurt you like this must have been barbaric\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durhkan \nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n**\nHe questioned why she was surprised, and she could have listened off a hundred reasons why she didn't _expect_ him to have stayed. \"The child you were defending, the fact you know that woman by name and there was something happening that caused not only Nicholas Ramsalot to be in the castle but to be hunted by a shifter.\" She suggested, feeling like it was a start to a long list of reasons. \n\n\"I don't prefer you to leave, but I ever want you to stay anywhere for me out of obligation.\" She added. If she had her way, he'd lay beside her and stay until her wounds had long healed and the scars had faded into oblivion. But she wasn't going to say that, because she had an inkling that he was here because he felt personally responsible for what happened. \n\nAs if he'd controlled the woman into doing it. Or made the call to hunt down Nickles. Or had been the one to ask _her_ to talk after the dinner. \n\nIt felt like once more the world was just giving her every signal to run hard and fast away from Romanov, and yet: \"Will you lay with me? For a little while at least?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "An Islander Guard\nThe Castle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nThe guard had seen the lady run back and forth from the dungeon the whole night, carrying handkerchiefs full of food. The man sighed, rolling his eyes and she descended yet again into the inky darkness of the basement. What horrors awaited her was unknown, and although the Hog King had dismissed his own guards, he had elected to stand by and check over the area. He pulled a small club from his belt and wrapped it on the doorframe to the dungeon. \n\n\"Oi!\" He shouted down, \"Ye best not be feedin' that wolf. I've seen 'er disembowel a little girl in fifteen seconds flat. Tha Last Council 'a Marin, she killed one of my kin, and now she's back. Don't let 'er pull ye through tha bars.\" \n\nThe Guard sighed and went back to his own business."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen\n\nAnna almost got a heart attack when she heard the voice.\n\n\"I-I... I'm not?\" Her voice had less confidence than a mice in front of a cat \"I'm not sir!\"\n\nThe young woman cleared her throath as she looked back to the animal. So bruised and bloody and... And *Weak*. If it wanted to kill her it would have done it at the first chance.\n\n\"Don't listen to him, you seem nice to me\" She said in a low voice to the wolf."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Kenmath Vaughn\nThe Castle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nHe clutched a bloodied rat between his teeth and walked calmly to the cells. He brushed past the islander guard, casting him a perfect wink. Kenmath had been practicing his winking for years, always finding that it was almost impossible to coordinate the exact timing. His left eye was a tad bit slower to close and his right was hyperactive. There had been many occasions upon which Kenmath wanted to quit, to resign himself to a winkless life. \n\nAlas, that was not in Kenmath's nature. He would never quit. He practiced tirelessly, staring deep into the depths of his personal mirror, lowering his eyelids steadily over his eyes. Some days were better than others. The nights were particularly hard, when Kenmath attempted to sleep in his wink formation. He suffered from a chronic dry eye, but that was not enough to deter him. \n\nHis hard work had paid off handsomely. His wink was precise, coquettish, charming, and masterfully done. He saw the astonishment upon the Islander's face. \"Never thought you'd see something like that in Taemar, now did you?\" He asked, his voice muffled due to the rat in his mouth. He violently shouldered the Iron Plaines' lass out of the way and spat the rat into the shifter's cell. \n\n\"A rat,\" He announced, wiping the dark blood from his mouth."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islander Guard\nThe Castle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nSaeman watched as an old man shook a mouse between his jagged, yellow teeth and blinked rapidly in his direction. His eyes were flickering so quickly one couldn't tell if they were open or closed. As his teeth sunk into the rat he mumbled something and a mess of red blood bubbles formed on his bottom lip. \n\n\"Evening.\" The Islander Guard said, shaking his head in disgust. He heard the man stumble down the stairs and toss a rat into the Shifter's cage. \"She's very dangerous!\" He warned again."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nThe wolf waited with anticipation as the woman left the dungeons, her stomach bubbling from hunger as she laid impatiently. Her eyes remained on the entrance towards the dungeons for what felt like hours due to the hunger pains settling in her stomach. She was glad the woman who called herself Anna found her way towards the dungeons before Cecilia was forced to feast on rodents. \n\nWhen Anna returned with a handkerchief, the wolf could smell the food the moment she entered the dungeons. Her ears perked upwards as she made her way towards the cell, excited almost for the little food she had to offer. As soon as it was slid towards the wolf, Cecilia wasted no time in devouring the meat until there was nothing but the handkerchief in its place and nudged the material back towards the woman. \n\nCecilia felt relieved when Anna lied to the Islander guard, reminding herself to thank the Barrmount if she was to escape her imprisonment. Her relief was short lived when another male entered the Dungeons and immediately recognised him from the feast. If Cecilia was being honest, she thought Kenmath to be her new favourite human with the way he entered, carrying a rat between his teeth. She caught the rat with ease when it was thrown towards her and caught it with ease before swallowing it almost whole."
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{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nShe wanted to make a friend in this trying times and now is panicking a bit, Vallen.\n\nAnna felt someone shoving her aside in a much rude manner. A rather disgusting man threw a half eaten rat into the cage.\n\n\"Who do you think you are to be treating people like this sir?\" She stood up as she spoke, trying to face the man. The putrid teeth and fresh blood on his face stinguish her sudden burst of confidence and made her gulp."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nThe wolf felt herself healing faster with her internal injuries after being fed by both Kenmath and Anna. Using the little strength she had, Cecilia lifted herself onto all four of her paws to keep blood flowing through her legs before they became cramped. The shifter then turned her attention towards Kenmath before curling her upper lip so her canines were bared. Even though he gave her a rat, she wanted him away from the dungeons so it was once again only Anna in her presence so she would have the chance to befriend and use her. \n\nHer chest began to rumble as a threatening growl escaped her throat, making it look as if she was defending Anna while the woman stood up to Kenmath."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Kenmath Vaughn\nCastle Grunwald, Vallen\n\n\"You're feeding the wolf who just ripped a boy's leg off,\" Kenmath said, flicking her nose. \n\n*Exeunt*"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen.\n\nAnna stood there, confused, as the man took his leave. She sat back were she was before being shoved aside, staring in disbelief at the animal.\n\nThey had been so nice, and that growl... Was the wolf protecting her? How could it hurt a kid like they said?\n\n\"Did you really do that?\" She asked, her soft voice back to being the only sound resonating against the dungeon walls, while putting her hand on one of the bars.\n\n\"Well you're a wolf, wolves are supposed to attack in certain circumstances, or so I was taught\" She started to chatter mindlessly once again \"Father used to hunt, tried to teach us but I didn't like it... And honestly I was horrible at it\"\n\nAnna noticed the blood running down the legs of the animal and furrowed her brows as she worried. Poor thing..."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nHer head cocked slightly to side as Anna spoke, amused with the way she was being spoken to. Was this common among humans? Where they spoke to animals without expecting a reply? Cecilia was tempted to reply, wondering how she would react to a wolf talking to her. Deciding it would do her no harm, the wolf lowered her hind legs until she sat against the floor and attempted to reach into her mind once again so she could defend her actions. \n\n'*He was hardly a child. He was an immortal creature who was responsible for the deaths of many. I tore off his leg so he wouldn't be able to do any more harm.*' \n\nHer ears once again perked towards the sound of legs scurrying behind her and twisted her body slightly while remaining seated. Using her paw, the wolf pressed down against the rat as it went to flee away and trapped it between her extended claws. Batting it in front of her, Cecilia leaned down and snatched the rat into her muzzle before biting into it, efficiently killing the rat before eating it. Once again returning her attention towards the Barrmount, the shifter thought on the conversation before Cecilia asked to be fed. \n\n*'Why are you far from your home?*'"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nAbout to have an existential crisis, Vallen\n\nThis time the voice sounded clear as day in her mind. And it wasn't her voice. She fell backwards, strugling to sit up again. Her eyes opened like full moons.\n\nDid the wolf just talk to her? *Through her mind?*\n\n\"You... You just...\" Her voice got like an octave or two higher \"You speak? You speak... You speak\"\n\nHer brain was having a really hard time processing it. Maybe she was hallucinating? She got sick too and was hallucinating? No she wasn't sick, *WHY DID THAT WOLF SPEAK THEN?* ***HOW?***\n\n\"I'm in a dungeon, speaking to a wolf, that just told me, through my mind, that it tore an inmortal being's leg off. Yes. Of course. It's... It's completely normal\"\n\nAnna pinched the bridge of her nose as she felt a small hammering pain in her head.\n\nAfter some deep breaths and self conviction that she wasn't losing her mind, the Lady got closer to the cell once again.\n\n\"Uh... Well I... I had to flee my home, long story...\" Her very core was trembling slightly at how this animal could have spoken to her \"W-what's... What's your name?\"\n\nIf the wolf could speak, better make that fact useful at least."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Castle \n\nThe wolf waited as Anna mentally debated whether she was going insane or not. It was Cecilia's entertainment of the day, however she remained expressionless while the woman had a slight mental mental breakdown. It was a normal reaction for someone who had never met a shifter and began to wonder how oblivious she was to the magic that existed in Marin. Cecilia had seen much worse compared to a shifter like herself. Nickels was one of them. \n\nWhen Anna returned her attention towards the wolf and explained her situation, Cecilia found herself interested and wanted to know more. She soon followed her answer with a question of her own. The wolf's name. Fearing she may of heard of the infamous assassin who was also known as a mass murderer, Cecilia decided to play it safe and gave Anna original birth name. \n\n*'My name is Arabella. Funny enough, I too was forced to flee from my home, though it was a decade ago.'* She began, hoping to play on Anna's sympathy. *'I don't think I will be leaving here any time soon, did you want to tell me the story on why you had to flee?'*"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen\n\nThere its was, the voice was replying to her. She wasn't hallucinating, the wolf was speaking to her... Was this something wild animals could do? None of the birds or snow hares she healed spoke to her before, not even that one deer long ago. \n\n\"A-Arabella, that's... That's a really cute name...\" Bit by bit, Anna slowly assimilated the situation. The fact that the animal was holding a conversation made it easier, as she never stopped talking when given the chance.\n\n\"Ten years? Oh gods...\" As the animal spoke, she forgot her manners an made herself comfortable, sitting cross-legged despite the dress. She rested her elbows on her knees and her head on her hands, leaning fowards as she listened.\n\n\"I couldn't be able to stand being away from home for so long...\" Grief slowly crept up her face as realization hit her: it was very much possible that, if they weren't able to kick Vivayn away, she would have to spend all that time away. Maybe she wouldn't be able to come back ever.\n\n Tears dwelled on her eyes, making her eyes go red once again. At the wolf's next question, she dried her oncoming tears with the back of her hand. Did the animal really endure so many years away from her home?\n\n\"Well uhm...\" How to explain the whirlwind of chaos that interrupted her life \"Sickness came, the plague. It killed my brother and my people. Then that *Rat* Came and killed the remainder of my people and crashed the funeral and... My sister told me to flee and come here for help, but so far I'm doing a horrible job\" A sad short laugh scaped her lips as she fixed her eyes on the floor.\n\nAnna shook her head, enough grief for today.\n\n\"And you Arabella? Where do you come from? Why did you flee?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nThe wolf eyed the Barrmount as she made herself comfortable while she continued to speak. From the short amount of time Cecilia had gotten to know her, the shifter concluded that Anna was the type of person who could talk another's ear off. Usually she would have no interest in listening to someone's pity stories, however she had nothing better to do while trapped like the animal she was. As Anna began to tear up, Cecilia reached her paw through the bars and rested it agains't the woman's lap. She felt uncomfortable when she began to cry so the shifter did her best to comfort her in hopes to prevent any more tears. \n\nThe shifter listened to the situation Anna was currently in and what had brought her to leave her home before making a mental note in regards to the plague reaching the Witherlands. It seemed Taemar was currently the only kingdom that remained plague free. Was it witchcraft that allowed the plague to remain by the borders? Leaving Taemar untouched. Though Cecilia felt little to no empathy towards humans besides Heath, the shifter knew what it felt like to lose a sibling before being forced to go on the run.\n\n*'The Council will commence tomorrow, you still have enough time to ask for help.'* The wolf brought her paw back towards herself and lowered her body until she was laying against the floor. She hadn't expected Anna to question her about her own past, so the two sat in a moment of silence while Cecilia thought on what to say. \n\n*'I don't know where I am from originally. When I was younger, I never stepped foot outside my village. I was too young to know the names of each towns and kingdoms that surrounded my home, so when I was forced to escape, I didn't take note on which direction I travelled. I never stayed in a town for too long either in fear I would be found and constantly travelled from kingdom to kingdom. Eventually, I lost track of where my village was located. Not that I would be able to return there. Now that I think about it, It must have been over a decade when the hunters came and murdered my family and neighbours. I'm not the best when it comes to tracking dates or years.'*"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen\n\n\"I know it is tomorrow, but the king thinks that rat is a good man, I'm sure the rest will too...\"\n\nAnna pet the nearby paw mindlessly as she paid close attention to the wolf's story. Not knowing where you're from, losing all your family, wandering around your whole life trying to not get caught, not being able to come back... The Barrmount felt as if an invisible hand clenched tightly around her heart. How much pain and loneliness must the poor animal have endured?\n\n\"Who's hunting you? Are they the same people that did those wounds to you?\"\n\nShe couldn't see the wounds with all the fur, nor had she been able to notice the slow self healing of the beast, but if there was blood there must have been wounds. Maybe she could help, it wasn't the first injured animal she had patched up.\n\n\"Did the... *Inmortal*\" The word felt strange in her mouth \"Do this to you? Do you need help? I could find bandages, or maybe get you to safety\"\n\nWhat if the person who did this to Arabella came back? Would they kill her? Oh no no no, Anna couldn't handle the idea."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nShe doubted everyone would side with Nathaniel at the council, knowing it was impossible for all the nobles and royalty to agree with eachother without an issue rising. When Anna began asking questions in regards to her story and the injuries that were currently present, the wolf gave a small shake of her head. \n\n*'I haven't crossed paths with the hunters that took my family as of yet. I never remain in one place for long.'* In saying that, Cecilia hoped to flee her imprisonment before the week came to an end. That was, if she was to survive her current ordeal. The shifter was unsure on her current predicament, knowing many would want her head after her attack against the Duchess. \n\n*'Nickles hadn't cause me me any harm besides the rock he through at my head.* She assured before falling silent towards the question on who had caused her wounds. She was unsure how to explain her predicament, so instead, the shifter decided to move the conversation along. *'I don't need bandages. My wounds have almost fully healed and I doubt the dumb islander guard would allow you to take me away from these dungeons.'*\n\nCecilia **Hated** Those islanders."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen\n\n\"Nickles? I feel like I've heard that name before...\" She scratched her head as she tried to refresh her memory \"Oh the wounds are healed!\" Her voice sounded alike to a squeak when that phrase came out of her mouth \"When you're recovered I could maybe... Uhm...\" Her face lit up as an idea came to her mind \"Oh! I could sneak you out! No wait, you're too big... And I'm a terrible liar...\"\n\nShe tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she was deep in thought.\n\n\"Is it really that hard to open this cell? Maybe I could steal the keys, though I've never stolen anything... Ugh!\"\n\nShe stood up and approached the lock, examining it. It wasn't much different from the ones used back home, but alas she knew barely anything about locks. \n\n\"Arabella, do you think we could break the lock?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\n*'You need to lower your voice.'* She shifter warned while occassionally glancing towards the dungeon entrance, hoping the guard hadn't heard her. In her peripheral vision, the shifter noticed a few rat's scurrying from the darkness and hoped they would make their way towards her cell so she could eat. Retuning her attention towards Anna, the shifter wondered if it was as easy to escape as the Barrmount made it out to be. She highly doubted it and preferred to not risk getting the both of them in trouble. \n\n*'I don't have the strength to escape at the moment.'* She replied with a sad sigh, her ears lowering against her head. When Anna began to study the lock, the wolf simply watched her with curiosity before an idea began to form in her mind. *'If you're able to break through the lock, I might have the chance to regain my strength to it's fullest potential. Even though I won't be able to escape now, I would have a chance with escaping later.'*\n\nThought it was tempting to attack the woman the moment she managed to open the cell doors, Cecilia knew it was smarter to have the lady on her side for the future. Human's didn't taste that great anyways."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islander Guard\nCastle Grunewald\n\nSaeman was still standing by the dungeons when the Lady started remarking at just how quickly the wolf was healing, promptly followed be a loud and verbal suggestion to escape. \"Fucking _Mainlanders._\" The Islander sighed, knocking his wooden club against the doorframe.\n\n\"Aye well, it appears that tha time fer visitation hours is over. Thank ye fer feedin' 'er. But ye best get on yer way, milady.\" Saeman's tone was annoyed. Although he was trying earnestly to give the girl some respect. What kind of a woman just _walked_ into a King's castle and began to arrange the escape of the prisoners inside? During a Council of Marin? He shook his head. \n\n\"Get out of there now, girl.\" He hit the doorframe with his club again. \"We're locking up fer tha night.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin chuckled slightly. \"Afraid? I wish I could be afraid. Fortunately fear doesn't often cloud my judgement.\" He said, playing right into her game. He fingered the bag now weighing in his pocket, teasing it open with a finger. He slowly lifted a coin out, and tossed it between his fingers as he thought.\n\n\"An Owl-Griffen, eh? I have heard rumors, though that's all they have been. No proof, no witnesses, nothing I have seen points to the existence of such a creature. But you tell me that you know where one is. What an interesting idea.\" He said, biting his lip, deep in thought. \n\n\"I think I may join you. But I need to know if there is any reason for me to help. What would I gain in return for helping you?\" He said, his words slowly becoming more coherent as the alcohol began to run its course. He looked over at the woman as she began to hop on her horse, frowning as she joked on his behalf. \n\n\"My evening plans are open to change.\" He said, smiling again."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen\n\n\"Well maybe-\" She was cut off by the guard, which made her jump a bit. *Oh darn it*\n\nShe stood up as quickly as she could, patting the dust off herself.\n\n\"B-but... I didn't-\" The guard wasn't one to be reasonable with, and her skills weren't quite good when it came to negotiating. Resigned, she sighed and looked one last time at the wolf \"Bye, be safe\"\n\nWith slumped shoulders and dissapointment drawn all over her face, she accepted the *Kind invitation* To leave the dungeon.\n\nShe got ready to sleep once she reached her assigned room, not telling a thing not even to her maid about Arabella. Distracted by thinking about how to free her new acquaintance, she was able to have a proper night's sleep for the first time since Rodrick fell ill."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nThe Castle Grunewald Kitchens\n\nPeaking a head in, Danico inspected the kitchen environment. Dimly lit with torches, pretty spacious, all the stations needed to cook with.. It was a kitchen. On the far side of the kitchen was one of the cooks, it looked like she was finishing up a dish involving mashed potatoes submerged in boiling water. Appetizing.\n\n\"Excuse me!\" Danico motioned, getting the attention of the slightly older lady. \n\n\"Yes dear?\" The cook replied, stepping away from the cook pot, wooden spoon still in hand. \n\n\"I've urgent requirement of one of your cooking pots. You see, the Duchess Anyanka was attacked by-\" \n\n\"I know dear.\" She interrupted with a raised hand. \"Angelelica mentioned. I've set a fire under the pot over there.\" The cook pointed to the cooking pot in question, as well as a handful of ingredients with which to make the base of an ointment. Thickening agents, reactionaries, etc.\n\n\"Oh!\" To his surprise, the alchemist moved over to see that at least an hours worth of work had been done for him already in the form of pre prepared ingredients. \"How generous of you! I won't take any more of your time than needed.\"\n\n\"Don't stress yourself dear. You're doing a great thing\" The cook waved dismissingly as she returned to the pot she was at previously. \"Angelica mentioned you needed to make an ointment so I figured the least I could do was make your job a little easier.\" Danico heard the lady's words as an echo as she spoke into the pot of boiling water, stirring it gently. Pulling open his bag, Danico shuffled through a tucked away reagent pouch; Torset Tree Leaves, Bloodroot, Herald Grub Silk.. There was more but they were the important ones. \"Say, you wouldn't happen to have any Callow water prepared, would you?\"\n\n\"Uhh.. Yes!\" The cook took a jug of callow water from the pantry, placing it on the bench by the pot. \"Use all you need.\"\n\n\"Thank you, miss...?\" \n\n\"Gretts. Kerin Gretts.\" Kerin said with a smile.\n\n\"It's a pleasure.\" Danico nodded, returning the smile, beginning to carefully prepare the ointment. *Gross..* He thought, thinking about what he may have to do to make what he wants to make. But he was prepared to do what needed to be done. \n\nThe two work in silence for a time, only the sound of bubbles and the occasional shifting against the cold stone floor could be heard. Having finished the numbing ointment, he turned to the cook once more. \"You wouldn't happen to have the ingredients for an Imedryn Philtre, would you?\" \n\n\"That's the one that infuses the body with energy, yeah?\" The old cook replied, looking over her shoulder at the alchemist.\n\n\"That's the one.\"\n\n\"Over in the pantry over there dear.\" She followed with a point of her finger. \"I've not made that one myself. I'm told it's particularly dangerous if made wrong. Could put a person in a coma for a long time.\" \n\n\"You would be correct.\" Danico mentioned with a chuckle, looking over the ingredients available to him, pulling out each one as needed. Without further conversation, he set aside two clean pots, one small and one a fair ways larger.\n\n\"What.. What are making with those?\" Kerin questions as she notices the two pots. \n\n\"One simple, one potent batch.\" He mentions casually. Knowing full well he wouldn't be able to hide it. \n\n\"Oh, that's not a good idea. We uh, we won't be doing tha-\" The cooks words are silenced by a finger slapped against her slightly wrinkled lips.\n\n\"No one needs to know.\" His words were serious, though without a tell of it being threatening or otherwise. \"It can be our secret.\" He followed with a wink and an almost seductive point at the corner of his lip, hoping to whatever god Serafina would have suggested that she wasn't a dedicated, married woman. \"I'll make it worth your while.\" The alchemist traces the cooks skinny form with his eyes as he spoke. *Gross...* Was all he could think, though he'd done worse for less. At least that's what he told himself. \n\n\"Uh.. Oh.. I uhh..\" She fumbled over her words, as he removed his finger from her lips. \n\n\"Don't worry yourself Kerin, the regular batch is for Anyanka anyway. You won't even know who the other batch is for.\" He winked once more at the cook before returning to the two pots, keeping an eye on her. \"Just tell me where your room is. I'll be there after the council.\" He fake promises, continuing on with the Philtre. \n...\nPouring the two pots into two separate yet equally sized vials, he seals the two with corks. Though both deep yellow in hue, the more potent one is a far more vibrant yellow. \"So, I'll see you at your room after the council?\" Danico muses, placing the vials gently in his bag, pouring the rest into the fire underneath. \n\n\"I'll be waiting, alchemist.\" She says seductively.\n\n*Gross..*\n\"Well then, Kerin.\" He continued, picking his bag up once more, approaching and giving her flat butt a squeeze as he moved past. \"I'll be seeing you in your room tomorrow night.\"\n\n\"Yes you will!\" She mused after a squeak escapes her lip from the tushy pinch. \"Don't you forget, alchemist!\"\n\n\"I won't.\" He winked once more before leaving the kitchen. Once the kitchen was out of sight, he froze in place. A dry heave makes its way up his chest. *... So gross...*"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nTaemar, Vallen\n\nLooking down towards the man, Marsila couldn't help the grin as it appeared on her lips when he thought about joining her on her quest. She knew he wouldn't accept her request unless she had something she could provide him, so instead, Marsila reached into one of the pouches attached to the side of her saddle and retrieved the bag of gold she was originally offered to Danico. Reaching her fingers into the sack twice the size of the one he pocketed and pulled out a gold piece between her index and middle finger. \"I'm sure you would rather this pouch than the one filled with only copper and silver pieces.\" \n\nOnce she spoke, Marsila returned the coin to its pouch and hid it away once again before raising her brow as she waited for his answer. \"However I don't trust you enough to hand it over now seeing as I barely know you. Interested?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin's eyes grew wide as she pulled out the coin. He couldn't hide it, he never did have a good poker face. He shook his head and stood up straight, frowning. His stomach growled and he looked down at the ground, before looking back up. \"I may have.. Lied. Things aren't going so great. Maybe I will join you.\" He said, lowering his head. He wasn't lying, exactly. It was true that the coins in his pocket were all he had, but he also wasn't lying about the people in the town. He just didn't feel right about taking money from people who did no wrong. He looked up and nodded. \n\n\"When do we leave?\" He asked, before whistling sharply. Arin's horse began trotting over from where it was resting. \"I can be ready whenever.\" He said."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jack MacLerie\nIncreasingly living up to the family disappointment, Vallen\n\nJazzy was of the opinion that a gentleman was to never see two four o'clocks in a single day so, naturally, he slept long after the rooster had cried for morning, far into the afternoon until night was drawing close, the last flickers of sun beginning to die atop the horizon.\n\nJazzy, as he had come to be known, woke not to the smell of baked bread below his apartments but to the shaking tremors that a lack of substances left him with. From under a pile of soft duvets, a hand slowly shot out from the depths and felt around the bedside table, picking up bottle after bottle until one felt heavy enough, then sitting up (groaning from a pounding head ache), he took a swig.\n\nHis throat had dealt with harsher liquids before and the vague burn almost felt therapeutic, grounding him in the reality around him. Reality like, it was sun down and he hadn't left bed yet.\n\nGetting up, he readied himself for night at the nearest tavern (*The Burnt* Something - he'd never bothered learning the name). In front of a mirror, he layered powder over the purple under his eyes and he dressed in his cleanest deep green doublet and trunk hose which almost disguised the gauntness of his frame.\n\nWith one last look in his mirror Jazzy ruffled his hair, gave himself a lopsided smile and an encouraging thumbs up then shouldered his lute and began his walk to the tavern.\n\nThe walk was uneventful and unmemorable. If the way to the tavern wasn't already muscle memory then Jack was sure he would have disassociated long enough to find himself on the other side of the town. Instead he found himself inside a warm, slightly crowded bar. His eye caught quickly on a comically large lyre and a grin tugged at his lips, recognising the group as he confidently strode towards them.\n\nPlopping himself on an empty seat, he rested his cheek on top of his fist and looked round the table,\"Image! Bertot! Arn-whatever! Great seeing you guys, how's that whole council gig going?\" He asked, saying everything in a single breath, then looking to the stranger with a devilish wink,\"Who's the pretty one?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\n\"The Durkhans and Romanovs? There's a history of syphilis, if anything. They fuck like rabbits,\" Arnaud said, \"You saw them at the dinner. Simpering looks, as if no one can see.\"\n\n\"Her son looks like a Romanov, through and through,\" Imogen said, tilting her head back and blowing a stream of smoke up toward the ceiling. \n\n\"But he carries the Maith name,\" Bertolt said with a nasty smirk, \"*Cuck*.\" It was true that the Musicians knew more about the royals' love lives than the average shitblood. They performed enough for them and were wholly ignored at the events they played at. They were background noise, an ambient for the nobles and royals. They saw more than their fair share of lechery. \n\n\"Do you want to see something?\" Bertolt asked Kallophon, leaning in with glittering eyes. He reached into his breast pocket and whipped out an ornate, silver dragonfly hairpin. He held it out in front of Kallophon between his middle and pointer fingers, turning it in the candlelight so that the green emeralds would glitter. \"Nicked it from the castle.\"\n\n\"He's a fucking kleptomaniac,\" Imogen said. Bertolt chuckled. \n\n\"I prefer *Procurer of fine items*,\" He said, \"They're fucking filthy rich. I can take what won't be missed.\" He re-pocketed the pin and winked at Kallophon. \"Plus it gives us a reason to leave far away from this shithole kingdom.\" The Musicians all looked up when a new person joined their table. \n\n\"The dinner was dreary. Our friend Kallophon here is the only one who was invited back to play for the council,\" Imogen said, \"Pretty? Again, that'd be Kallophon.\"\n\n\"Unfortunately we have to get going,\" Arnaud said coolly, standing from the table and straightening his coat. \"No good can come of the tavern this late at night. We prefer to leave beforehand.\" Imogen snuffed out her cigarette on the surface of the table and rose with Bertolt. \n\n\"Good luck tomorrow, Kallophon. We hope you make it out alive,\" She said, kissing his mouth.\n\nWith that, they left."
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh, The Black And Gold\nTaemar, Vallen**\n\nSiona turned her head ever so slightly, looking over her shoulder and glancing at the commotion behind her as a young woman on a horse nearly collided with an obviously drunken man on the street. She wasn't the only one to look, several others swiveled their heads around, to check if everyone was OK, or to rubberneck at whatever tragedy may or may not have befallen someone. But when it was clear there was nothing interesting to gawk at, the all turned away, returning to whatever it was they had been doing before hand. Siona lingered a moment longer however, peering out at the pair from over the high collar of her cloak, before her attention was drawn back to the merchant behind the stall. \n\n\"Are you gonna take it, or are you just gonna gawk at the people?\" Said the merchant, a small, thin man with the face of a rat. He glared at Siona with beady, angry eyes, while nervously looking at every person who walked by or seemed to think about stopping. \"You're gonna scare off buying customers if you just keep standing around. \"\n\nSiona turned back to the merchant, and dug around for her coin purse. \"How much will it be?\" She asked, taking out a handful of copper pieces.\n\n\"That'll be a silver missy,\" Said the man, \"Or something equivalent.\"\n\nSiona stopped digging and looked back up at the man, narrowing her eyes at him. \"You dont really expect me to pay a silver for a few strips of jerky do you?\" She asked, incredulously. \n\n\"Thats the going price the whole city,\" Said the man, shaking the bag of jerky in Siona's face. \"Now, are you gonna take it or leave it.\"\n\n\"Going price for the whole city?\" Said Siona, \"Then why do I have Vishtan down the street telling me he can give me twice as much for a silver?\"\n\n.\n\"Fine,\" Said the man with an agitated wave of his hand, \"A quarter off then, twenty five percent off. Is that fair for you?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Said Siona with a quick, almost professional smile, \"That'll be fair.\"\n\nReturning to her coin purse, Siona pulled out a small handful of coppers, and dropped them in the merchants hand while he handed off her jerky. \n\n\"Thank you,\" Said Siona, tucking the meat into a large pocket on the inside of her cloak. With a final parting nod to the merchant, who only scowled at her before waving in a new customer, Siona turned back to the street, and paused. The young woman and drunk man from earlier were still there, standing off to the side and communicating. About something. The young woman seemed particularly adamant, while the drunk man seemed cheeky and blase, like he was trying to be more charming than he really was. \n\nShifting her weight from one foot to the other, Siona threw her cloak over one shoulder, to try and relive some of the heat of the day, before stepping out into the street. She listened in to the conversations around her as she shifted in and out from the piles of horse shit, piss, and other detritus that lay scattered around the cobblestones, until she passed the pair from earlier and heard one of them say, 'Owl-Griffin.'\n\nSiona stopped, and looked back at them, watching as the young woman made a play of sorts with a gold piece, which she watched the man eye up with a hungry look in his eye, before glancing down at the ground with a hangdog expression. So far, Siona wasn't so sure how she felt about either party. But what she was sure of was a desire to see an Owl-Griffin. But, they were supposed to be all dead. \n\n\"Last I heard,\" Said Siona, speaking up so her voice would carry over the sounds of the city, \"The Owl-Griffins were long extinct. So either you're planning to rob a museum, or you're sending yourselves on a wild goose chase.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nThe Burnt Thistle, Vallen\n\nKallophon's eyebrow peaked at the mention of Mikhail's surname. He hadn't heard much about Prince Mikhail, and never his full name. So the Pirate King was his father by the prim pigeon's proclamation, and *Romanov* Was his father according to the creeping cock's crow and its covert after-mutter of 'cuck'. He felt a bit jealous of Queen Anyanka, and her fortune in getting to experience the Head Knight of North Shore's ... Creeping.\n\nHis dark eyes flashed with awe at the sight of the scintillating hairpin. Gods, I wish I could fit such a thing into my style. Maybe he could get his imminent patron to buy him a beautiful cloak of dark-blue wool with lilypads and the faint images of fish embroidered on with silk, and a brooch - a gorgeous brooch, a *Silver dragonfly* Brooch - to hold it as one upon his breast! The *Resplendence*.\n\nGiddy and fanciful, he couldn't help but giggle at Bertolt's shameless thievery. Of course, he thought it was terrible for one's business as a performer to be 'nicking' things from potential employer's and the guests of their immediate employers. That hairpin could have been something of great sentimental value; perhaps a gift meant to reignite the spark of love after it had nearly been snuffed out by lovers' quarrelling. Alas, there was no righting the wrong now. Unburdened, he swam happily with the mood of his company.\n\n*It gives us a reason to leave far away from this shithole kingdom.* \"That it does, dear Bertolt, that it does.\" He opened his mouth to say more, but his face froze as his eyes flicked up to train themselves upon the newcomer. He grinned invitingly at the man. His manner was delightfully playful, and boyish charm made Kallophon tingle in the breast.\n\nHe nearly fainted with that wink, and soon he was all ablush at Jazzy and Imogen. Pretty? \"Oh, please,\" He replied, loosely batting a hand at them. He could still feel the bitter sting of the words thrown at him when he was a youngster, how all those other children said that he had a 'ratty' face. That was back when he was small and, well, rat-faced, he supposed. But those reprobates changed their tune when his voice broke and his last few inches came to the rescue. Now he was Kallophon of Milo, and Kallophon of Milo was pretty.\n\n\"Good night, friends.\" Kallophon grinned brightly as Imogen leaned to kiss him, and for a long moment afterwards as well. After he'd finished savouring the taste of her spent tobacco, he looked at Jazzy with a friendly face and extended a bronze hand. \"Kallophon of Milo,\" He said with a drawl. \"And you? You seem to be familiar with the trio.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jazzy\nThe burning... Something or other, Vallen\n\nHe watched as the stranger -Kallophon- went a darling shade of red, only more so when the lady leaned down to kiss him. Jazzy slapped on a pout,\"What about my kiss, Imogen?\" He called after, receiving only a rather rude single digit in response.\n\nOh well, now he had a new court musician to toy with and this one wasn't going to flip him off. He took an unfinished drink from the table and raised it to his lips as the other spoke, having to stop himself from downing the weak liquor in one go. Looking up from under his lashes, he smiled against the rim of the cup,\"Kallophon? That's a lyrical name. Are you a lyricist as well? You look as though you'd sing wonderfully.\"\n\nWas he layering it on thick? Maybe a tad, but Jazzy was never one for subtlety.\"Jack MacLerie of Amaranth. My friends, of which you are now one, call me Jazzy.\" He set down his cup and leaned his lute against his chair, doubting that he would be moving anytime soon.\"The little trio is also one of my dearest group of friends. Sometimes.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nShe was relieved when her plan worked through the art of bribery though couldn't help feel slight pity towards the man when he began to out himself as a liar. \"I'm hoping to leave immediately. The sooner we ride, the sooner we arr-\" Her reply was cut short when a female began to voice her opinion from behind, causing Marsila to turn her shoulder for a better visual towards the stranger. Raising her brow, she felt slightly annoyed in regards to the doubtful woman, hoping Arin wouldn't suddenly feel the need to stay behind. However Marsila was positive they would find the owl-griffen. They said shifters were supposed to be extinct yet here she was. \n\n\"You might be right. There might no longer be any Owl-Griffen's left in existence but a wild goose chase is a lot better than sitting in this shit hole. I will be paying this man either way for his troubles, is that such an issue?\" She questioned while lightly tugging the right rein so Romia would turn to face the stranger. Marsila's eyes observed the woman, finding that her appearance gave very little information on what type of a person she was. \"Besides, what if the information I've been given turns out to be correct?\"\n\nShe had felt the confidence in Danico when he explained to her about the Owl-Griffen. When it came to reading people, Marsila had no issue in understanding their emotions even though she had little control over her own. Nudging Romia towards the woman, Marsila lowered her hand towards her as a gesture for her to join them in their adventure. \"Why don't you join us so I can prove how incredibly wrong you are about their exctinction. We could even make a bet out of it.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\n*You look as though you'd sing wonderfully.* Kallophon chuckled. \"Aye, so I hear. All thanks are to my dear mother for that 'lyrical' name. And what's yours?\"\n\nWhen he had his answer and heard Jazzy's comment, he smirked knowingly. \"I know what you mean with all-too-terrible familiarity, Jazzy.\" He leaned onto the table and simpered at the Azaryan. \"I hear a telling accent. You're from that strange corner up north. You aren't going to try and bewitch me with your dark, sordid magic, are you?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jazzy\nThe burning thimble? Vallen.\n\nAs Kallophon leaned closer and spoke, Jazzy made a point to carefully place a ringed hand on his lap, hidden from sight. While his face was rather calm and showed no emotion less than playful, his head was another matter. *Magic. Fucking magic.* He thought. Surely someone could ask him about Azaryan jewel imports and clothing merchants for once instead?\n\nBut he wasn't going to let that spoil the whole night, so he took another drink and flashed his teeth at Kallophon with impish mischief in his eyes,\"I have many bewitching and sordid things about me, Kallophon of Milo, but I assure you they're nothing more than traits of my charming personality.\"\n\nHe looked into the young man's dark eyes, wondering what secrets and stories he could pull from them.\"Though, I'm sure dear Imogen would disagree. What was it she said? *Nothing good comes from the tavern this late*?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burning Thistle*, Vallen\n\nKallophon wondered which way this encounter was going to go. Normally, with these deep-night affairs, he was afraid of falling in love with someone who would only lead his heart and spirit to ruin. Upon further contemplation, however, he got the feeling that this fellow was only looking for a bit of repartee. That, he had no problem indulging. \n\n\"Mm. Imogen says a lot of things,\" He affirmed. He eyed the hog mask in his lap, obscured beneath his lyre strings, with a pang of indignation. He cast his eyes around the room. \"People sink into the depths of their drunkenness. The heart - jolly, fiery, or gloomy - usurps the crafty head.\" He laughed wryly behind his lips. \"I'd sink myself deeper too, but, unfortunately, I haven't many coins left, and I need to be careful lest my earlier venture for patronage proves unfruitful. \n\n\"Anyway–as I'm sure you can tell, I'm a 'child of the rising sun', as it were.\" He nodded towards the east. \"Not that evil place where they torture noblewomen. The fairer place north of that.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jazzy\nThe burning title? Vallen\n\n*The depths of their drunkeness*. Well, Jazzy did not feel like he deserved that little call out tonight. He was rather sober for once. Though, sobriety was a little different for him. A lot different. He wasn't sober at all really. \n\n\"Well, darlin', if you want something a little stronger than this watered-down ale, I'm willing to share.\" He spoke, voice a little lower than before, almost conspiratorial. He wasn't sure of the laws on drugs in Taemar but he didn't want to catch himself on the wrong side of the law. Again.\n\nListening to him talk about where he came from, Jazzy flashed another smile,\"Terresol? You're far from home aren't you?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nKallophon had raised a palm and given a gentle 'I'm alright' to Jazzy's offer. He'd been in circles like Jazzy's often enough to know what the man meant, and he had no interest in indulging in any substances like that. Not for now, at least. Then he'd gone on to talk about his origins.\n\n*You're far from home aren't you?* \"I am. I miss my homeland, of course, but I needed time abroad. Primarily to avoid the plague, of course, but also to get a better sense of the greater world. I wiggled my way into King Gregor's dinnertime entertainment so that I could show myself off to some potential patrons amongst the royal elite.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jazzy\nIt's definitely The Burnt Thimble. Vallen\n\nThe young lord almost frowned when the other refused his offer, he had almost been looking forward to see how his new friend would act with some poppy in his system. Still, it wasn't like he could change the other's mind.\n\nAmusement flickered over his features as he idly rubbed something into his gums, trying to make it look natural as he listened to Kallophon,\"In the laps of the rich you'll learn nothing,\" He assured him as he reached over to touch the boy's shoulder, accidentally brushing over the nape of his neck.\"What will you learn that you can share without fear of death? Who a queen slept with? The pedigree of the great pirate king?\"\n\nJazzy was giggling now as his hand fell back on the table.\"The poor is where you will find your tunes. They are what will lead you to a more worldly life.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nKallophon pouted unconvincedly. \"In a way, yes. I've spent my fair share of time around the more rustic folk, and they've provided a wealth of material and inspiration. I'm not a lordsblood myself, nor am I still connected to my wealthy inheritance. I am myself a common man.\n\nHe shook a hand. \"I digress. I'm not looking for 'tunes', as it were. I want to know these people for who they are. I don't care about adultery or other petty scandals of that sort. I want to see the significant threads. War, murder, truly raging love. Most of these things pass into the common consciousness eventually, but I want to record and express these things as they truly happened, without any twisting, and with minimal assuming.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunewald Library, Vallen\n\n There used to be a pit in his stomach, but not anymore. He had filled it with rum. He glanced down at the pile of papers on his lap, stiff pages of trading ledgers hastily ripped out, a few intercepted letters and at the bottom of the stack, a tightly bound leather journal. The cover was black with no inlay or engraving and had sat unopened the entire way to Vallen. Campbell had regarded it blithely, stating that it wasn't his job to look and that frankly, he hadn't even noticed it at the bottom of the courrier's satchel. Bradai, on the other hand, had opened it right away. It was the boy's personal journal, and he had only read up until the boy mentioned his mother and leaving home that he closed the covers and placed it at the bottom of the stack.\n\n They had killed him, Odette had sent a crossbow bolt through his neck once he stepped into the carriage. _That was fine_, Bradai had decided. The boy had information about the supplies in Sangeli and the Isle of Pythons, so naturally he needed to be dealt with. Rough fingers played with the edges of the papers, flicking repeatedly over the edges. There was something about this one, though, that had bothered him. The Black Poppies told him that afterwards, as the boy was bleeding out, another boy had shown up, wearing rags and speaking in choppy sentences. Against their better judgement and to protect him from the plague, they let him bury the body in exchange for a free ride to Vallen. Dead boys didn't usually bother him, but tonight, he felt a chill in the air.\n\nBradai fell back into his seat, laying heavy against the armrests. \"Hmph.\" He sighed and ran his fingers over the top of the stack before tossing it, journal and all, into the lit hearth. An instant pang of regret shot through him when he did. He didn't feel the papers leave his fingertips, numb from the alcohol, but he could feel the heat on his blushed cheeks as the embers devoured the pages of unread thoughts from a dead boy. He had spent his entire night drinking, all to find an omen at the bottom of his glass. Bradai hoped that when they found his journals, they would read them instead. A hand rested lightly against the Pirate King's hand, and he recoiled away. \n\n\"Your Grace?\" Ollie looked perturbed, but not at him. \"Your Ward, the Astorian Prince Mikhail Durkhan, has entered the library. He says that he's received a letter and he'd like to speak with you.\"\n\nAnother dead boy, and he'd make a dead man out of him by years end. Bradai pursed his lips before silently waving Ollie to go and retrieve him."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jazzy\nThe burnt thimble, Vallen\n\nOh that pout was just *Darling*. Though Jazzy was a little surprised that Kallophon wasn't a lordblood as instruments were far from cheap, his farmboy looks made a little more sense now.\"Oh you'll learn plenty,\" He said, taking another drink,\"How much you'll be able to sing about before they gut you is a different story.\"\n\nJazzy had a friend from the academy who'd been killed by a highborn family for simply alluding to a scandal in a poem. He couldn't remember the poem anymore, or the family... His head felt fuzzy.\n\n\"Besides, there's no fun 'mongst tight-laced corsets and sleazy old men for a boy your age.\" He hummed, smile returning to his features after his more somber tone a moment earlier."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thimble*, apparently; Vallen\n\n*How much you'll be able to sing about before they gut you is a different story.* Kallophon took on a rueful face and looked down at his belly. In Terresol, poets and playwrights were adored. They had an ancient, traditional power. Of course, they made enemies, but this 'Jazzy' fellow painting a much grimmer picture than what he'd imagined. He studied the man carefully as he spoke, and swore he saw some sort of dark remembrance in his eyes; perhaps even pain?\n\nThey were back to their playing again, and he snorted. \"Even the tightest corset must eventually come undone. As for sleazy old men, I didn't see many of them in that dining hall; I saw the dashing Traitor Knight, the terrible Pirate King of the Southern Isles, the honourable King of Ibethiel–or is it 'prince consort'? I'm not sure–, and let's not do an injustice to the famously comely and charming king of this here pungent paradise, who raised a vote to have me strung up and hog-dangled for playing a decent tune.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nHe ran a hand through his hair, unsurprised that she had questions regarding his actions. \"I've known Cecilia for the better part of my life. She is my oldest friend,\" Heath began, averting his eyes and choosing to stare at a strange, portrait of a hog that had been sketched right onto the wall. \"I would consider her more of a little sister, in fact. I'm not sure why she was hunting Nickles. She refused to tell me.\" \n\nThe sword at his side was still coated in her poisonous blood. He bit down hard on the inside of his bottom lip, drawing his own blood. A strong part of him wanted to go back down to the dungeons, gut the servant to procure the key, and let Cecilia go. *She had injured the Duchess of Astoria*. It was a grave mistake on her part and it angered him for more reasons that one. *She should have known better*. He had always told her that for an animal, her survival instincts were abysmal. He did not see this ending in any way other than with Cecilia being made into a pelt or rug for the Shitblood king's study. Perhaps that night would have been Heath's last chance to speak to his friend again.\n\nIt was Anyanka's simple request that stopped him. \"Of course I'll lay with you,\" He answered. He would make the right choice for once, pushing the image of an injured Cecilia alone in her cell out of his mind. He let his sword fall to the ground and laid next to Anya, taking her hand in his."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n\nHis explanation of the woman didn't give any answers as to why she had been in the house chasing a child or who she had been working for, but it did lend an explanation for the way he kept averting his eyes towards the door. There was a moment of contemplation crossed his features, and then the golden man took her hand and Iaid down beside her. Her fingers laced in his with half strength, finding her energy had to be focused more on avoiding gritting her teeth at the shift of the bed and body as he took his place. \n\nWhatever he had given her to help with the pain was wearing off, slowly but surely. She didn't know what it had been, or how to obtain more either. There were a few things she could try, things she had learned back in Kath and since the sigils that scarred her arms had been carved. But she couldn't attempt them with Heath here, the idea of trying and failing before an audience was bad enough. When it was _this_ particular man as audience it was worse. \n\nShe let her eyes closed, her head lulling to the side to allow her forehead to graze his. His tone was still running through her mind, and with every breath that passed she found it harder not to whimper or scream as the ache spread through her, pulsing with increasing intensity. She pulled in a deep breath and squeezed his hand, letting her eyes open halfway.\n\n\"You know I won't have a choice but to act on this, Heath.\" She started softly, her eyes roaming his familiar features, so lovingly defined by age. \"If your friend remains in the dungeons, she won't survive tomorrow. If she somehow escapes, and she's _ever_ found in my territories, every citizen of Astoria and South Feyshore will have permission to kill on sight.\" There was a beat, and she released her hold on his hand, giving him the choice to unlace and pull away if he wished. In the same breath however, she tilted her chin, stealing a kiss from her old paramour. \n\n\"It's a good thing her only friend was here with me all night, I'd hate to wake up and find she'd managed to escape the dungeons.\" She murmured, prepared to watch him slide from her bed once more to go play the hero for someone else."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Flerantres\nVallen, Taemar\n\nOn following the directions given by a kindly guard, the alchemist made his way to the room said to be the sleeping place of the Duchess Anyanka Durkhan. Hand holding the bag at his side still, Danico knocked at the door, pushing it open slowly as he poked his head into the room. \"Duchess?\" He requested, though upon seeing he was right he made his way in anyway. \"My apologies for barging in, Duchess.\" The alchemist mentioned as he reached into his bag, nodding at Heath sitting on the bead next to her. \"Heath\", he pulled out a wooden salve with a cork firmly stuffed into its orifice, passing it to the man. \"I apologise for taking a couple of hours. Preparing these in a kitchen of all places was not something I had prepared to do on my trip here. This wood salve is the numbing ointment I handed you prior. Apply it the same you had before every four or so hours and the outermost pain should hold at bay.\" The alchemist inspected what he could of the Duchesses wound from a respectable distance, not wanting to tread on toes as she had likely not long woken up.\n\nReaching into the bag once more, the alchemist pulled out a clear vial full of a faintly glowing yellow liquid. \"This second vial is an energy booster. If you feel that, come some time, you lack the strength to walk then I suggest drinking this.\" He flicked the butt of the vial, causing the contents to churn in their container. \"Should it come to that, you must first fill your mouth with food, poor the vial in and then swallow all at once.\" He chuckled slightly at his following thoughts- \"Not only will that mask the taste.. Trust me, it's not good.\" He mentioned as he closed his bag. \"You must also drink it with food, lest you find yourself losing your dinner on the floor of your bedroom.\" Clicking his tongue against his gum with a wink, he turned on his heel to return from whence he came. \"I'll come find you tomorrow, Duchess, to inspect your wounds. Do try to get some rest.\" With that, he waved to the two as he made his leave once more."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Jazzy\nThe burnt thimble, Vallen\n\nHad Jazzy been slightly higher and just a little less aware of his surroundings, he was sure he would certainly have made a suggestion. Maybe invite the younger man to his apartment for a more *Private* Performance.\"Maybe after your business with the courts you'll give me the honour of letting me hear you play.\" He said instead, giving a charming smile.\n\nIntertwining his fingers he placed his chin atop them. Mostly to still the slight tremor in them.\"The plague hasn't changed much for me here. Taemarians have never been one for education and my ballads don't tend to do well. Though if you want ditties about king Bradai's harem or the late Cleburn's whores, I can happily provide.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\n*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen\n\nKallophon chuckled. \"I've heard my sufficient share of ditties about queer kings and their ...\" He said, trailing off into a yawn before continuing, \"... Their women. Look at me, withering away. I think I ought to retire for tonight. King Gregor said he wants me to perform more tomorrow when the council itself is afoot, and I best be at my sharpness if I'm to woo Queen Anyanka or the Romanovs.\" He smiled fondly at Jazzy, and he leaned over to squeeze his shoulder. \"Goodnight, my handsome Azaryan friend.\" \n\nKallophon stood up, tucking his strange lyre and a light leather bag underneath his arm, and walked out of the tavern."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "The Musicians\nVallen, Taemar\n\nThe wind had picked up outside, howling through the trees. There was a group in the distance. A naked, ghostly figure hunched over a heap on the ground just beyond the road at the mouth of the forest. Its spinal column jutted out on full display until it straightened, looking back at the opened doors of the tavern. Slick blood covered its mouth and neck, glistening in the torchlight. \n\n\nThe heap convulsed, digging its fingers into the ground. It was a man. Another man was slumped lifeless against the trunk of a tree, bleeding out steadily from two gashes at his ribs. His face was the most distinguishable. A musician by the name of Arnaud. \n\n\"*NO, please... Stop*!\" A woman named Imogen cried, trying to pry the figure off of the body on the ground. She dug her nails into the creature's flesh as hard as she could. Alas, her efforts were for naught and the figure bent its long neck down, tearing at the flesh of the man's throat. He stopped moving. \"BERTOLT!\" Imogen wailed. She fell to her knees. The figure leapt and tackled her back onto the ground, pressing hand on her chest until her ribcage audibly cracked. Her eyes widened and she let out a choked gasp as blood spilled from her mouth. Her eyes never closed again. \n\n\"*Good boy, Spitza*,\" A man rasped, looming by the trees. His disheveled beard was unmistakable. Kenmath Vaughn grinned his crooked teeth, petting the last remaining member of the Blood Breed. Spitza spat out a silver, dragonfly hairpin into Kenmath's outstretched hand. \"Dirty thieves deserve what they got,\" Kenmath said with a shake of his head.\n\n He looked over at the man who stood by the tavern, raising a hand in greeting. \n\n\n\"Ah, Hog player! Get some sleep before the council tomorrow! We shan't accept a groggy goose. The king will be *Quite* Displeased if you slumber through the meetings,\" Kenmath called cheerfully, using an old rag to clean Spitza's face.\n\nHe flashed him a wide grin before hobbling off down the road, back to Castle Grunewald."
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "Siona studied the young woman on the horse, trying to make up her mind. It was not the response she had expected, though at the same time it felt completely fitting. How else might someone respond to a stranger, someone who they had never met, who had come from a crowd just to challenge their assertion about a maybe or maybe not extinct animal? \n\nSiona didnt move, and let the silence hang between them. Beneath her cloak, she rubbed her thumb and forfinger together, and tic she had developed when she was thinking. On the one hand, she was almost certain she was correct, and that the Owl Griffen was in fact an extinct species. But on the other, if she was wrong, it would be an incredible find. For one, it would be an incredible story to relay back to her caravan, something they no doubt would be able to turn into an excellent play. And on the other hand, the academic in her was overjoyed at the prospect of being able to take part in an expedition to prove an animal, long believed to be dead to the world, was in fact alive and kicking.\n\n\"I'll come,\" She said at last, \"If im payed. Half now, half once the expedition is complete. I wont settle for anything less.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nShe squeezed his hand harder and he opened his eyes, not missing the slight crinkle of her brow as she tried in vain to hide the extent of her pain. Perhaps her refusal to show her vulnerability came with the territory of being a queen, or perhaps it was due to her history with him. It never seemed to end well for her when she was unguarded with the knight. He could acknowledge that much; when their relationship would become authentic and they were no longer in the throes of passion, when they awoke from drifting in a dreamlike state, that was when they sank. That was not to say that Heath's love for her was not real. It was complicated, it always had been. Misfortune seemed to plague every step of the way and one of them always ended up bleeding out in some way. \n\n\"I know. She was foolish for attacking you. I would never expect you, or anyone else, to turn a blind eye to that,\" He said, \"She threatened my family and she is clearly capable of hurting anyone. She fucking said she'd kill you. I'm sure she's reeling from the fact that you're still alive. Maybe it is for the best that she not survive tomorrow,\" He said, an edge to his voice. \n\nHer kiss had hardly caught him off guard. He knew from the moment that she asked him to speak with her that it would happen. He kissed her back, instantly brought back to when they were young and carefree in Feyshore. The glaring difference was that her lips did not taste wine-drunk or like the berries that would stain them a deep red. She tasted like salt mingled with his own blood from his lip. *Your wife is dying*.\n\n\"I don't intend on leaving you tonight,\" He said."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "In unison with Imogen's ribs, his legs gave way. A feeble cry of protest slipped out of his dry throat as he collapsed to his knees, his trembling hands digging their fingers deep into his cheeks. He groaned feebly in the agonising miasma of his powerlessness, his eyes blurring with fretful tears.\n\nHe lifted his blanching face to regard Kenmath as the old man spoke to him. The words barely manifested in his mind; everything about this was so bizarre. Why was he being spared? Perhaps they hadn't seen him going for his dagger. Soon, the monster and his pet were gone.\n\nKallophon slowly crawled over to Imogen, looking down at her face. Her eyes stared up into the dark sky. He shook his head dolefully, and he turned his gaze upon the throatless Bertolt. The shock that had struck Kallophon's bones when Imogen wailed for him still reverberated throughout his body. His eyes drifted to Arnaud, still slumped against the tree as his lifeblood ran from his wounds thinner and thinner. The once headstrong eyes were glazed over. All three were in the Neither now; the only person left in this city who could understand him was that drug-addled Northerner in the tavern. The gaping void of loneliness murked the fluid in his heart. He heaved, and he heaved, and the stale bread shuddered up his gullet and out onto the earth, his hand clutching the breast of his tunic.\n\n—\n\nHe gave a shaking sigh as he gently eased his hold on Arnaud's shoulders, leaving him to rest by the side of the road. The bodies of the musician's two fellows were laid out straight beside him. He stood up, sombrely regarding the three corpses. He swallowed as another tear escaped his tired, blushing eyes.\n\nA chill ran down his spine when he noticed the white still shining from Imogen's eyes in the dimness. He crouched down, and delicately closed her eyelids with his slender fingers. He contemplated her pale face and the sheer surreality of this entire day. Sensing the imminent sun, he hoped he could get at least a handful of hours' sleep.\n\nHe shook his head. \"This isn't right,\" He said underneath his breath. This was going to tug at his soul until some measure of justice was served. He felt a pang of bloodlust, imagining the slight resistance Kenmath's head would offer as he pressed Wilhelmina's hairpin through his eye socket. He took a moment to clear his head of such terrible thoughts, and then looked up into the firmament. \"I wear by Saris,\" He said in soft, flowing Old Soltongue, \"These three shan't go unremembered, nor unavenged.\" He threw the leather sack over his shoulder; he'd taken every piece of writing from them-sheet music, notes, anything he could find-and had packed their instruments as well. Imogen's one had been broken when she was attacked, and he'd grizzled over it for a long moment.\n\nHoping some decent soul would find them and give them some sort of respectful burial. His arm tightened around his lyre. He knew what he was going to play. *To hell with them all if they don't like it. After this atrocity, beauty will have its voice heard.* Not all heroes took a stand on time, nor with weapons. That's what he told himself. Sometimes it was the ambiguous mess of evil's aftermath that let true heroism shine."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Taemar, Vallen \n\nA pair of scrawny hands shook the hog king from his slumber. \"My Lord!\" Kenmath cried, peering down at him with his large, watery eyes. Gregor sputtered and coughed, shoving the servant away from him. Kenmath fell back onto the stone floor without a sound. \n\n\"What did I tell you about coming into my chambers, Kenmath?!\" King Gregor barked. He heaved his large body up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. \n\n\"Horrible happenings last night!\" Kenmath squeaked, \"The black haired one attacked the red haired woman and ripped off a limb from the balding one. They say the balding one is an escaped prisoner, the black haired one is a sub-human, and the red haired one is a queen, my lord! *A queen*!\" \n\n\"Fucking— I FEED THESE PEOPLE AND INVITE THEM INTO MY HOME AND YET THE ONLY THING THEY CAN THINK TO DO IS TEAR EACH OTHER APART!\" Gregor roared, tearing off his covers and coming to a stand. Kenmath cowered. \n\n\"Shall I announce the beginning—,\"\n\n\"YES, GATHER THEM ALL!\"\n\nKenmath did as he was told and went door to door, knocking on each door wildly and depositing a scroll with instructions. It announced the beginning of the council and to head up to the throne room, located at the top of Grunewald tower. \n\nThe throne room was the largest, grandest portion of Grunewald's castle. Surrounded by windows and perpetually drafty, the throne room overlooked all of Taemar. It almost looked beautiful when looked upon from above. A long, rectangular table had been set up to accommodate everyone who was to attend. Ink pots, quills, and parchment was set out in front of every seat. Kenmath set up two nooses in preparation for the trial. \n\nKing Gregor arrived first, followed by Prince Auburn, Princess Wilhelmina (who wore her hair pinned up with her dragonfly pin), and Princess Walburga, who was wheeled in by Kenmath. They sat in silence, awaiting the other royals. King Gregor sat at the head of the table, breathing heavily through his nose and glaring at the door. The wind howled through the hall and King Gregor's blood boiled. Spitza manned the door, prepared to assassinate anyone who was not welcome."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "\"ELBARODA!\" The first cry shattered the silence, and almost immediately she could hear stirring from inside the rooms. \"ELBARODA WAKE 'EM UP!\" And before anyone could come out and check who had been screaming bloody murder, Gitten darted back into her brother's room, hoping that The Bard Captain would get the message."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola Godwin\nOn the way to Grunewald Castle, absolutely shitting herself, Vallen\n\nHad Viola known that the knock on her rented room's door so early in the morning would be a messenger, perhaps she would have known to hide herself a little better. Instead, she rose from bed, threw on a robe and answered the door.\n\n\"Lord Valentine?\" The messenger asked, holding a note up.\n\nClosing the door over a little so the bed wasn't in view and fixing her robe as if it had been disheveled, she frowned.\"He isn't awake yet, I'll give that to him.\" She said, taking the note and closing the door behind her. Ugh, she was going to have to put on a very big hat today.\n\nShe dressed quickly in a deep green to bring out her murky eyes and lightly powdered her face in a way to make it appear boxier and less feminine. She was to share something rather big today and was to anticipate more stares than her classes had ever prepared her for. Yes. She would need a *Very* Big hat. Eventually she opted for one with peacock feathers.\n\nAfter gathering her documents in a few cylinder holders and grabbing her journals in a linen bag, she headed through the tavern, stepping over a passed out young man (who looked an awful like an older pupil) and his lute to get through the doorway. Outside, there seemed to be some guards cleaning up a mess so she soldiered on past. Confidence wavering the closer she got to the castle.\n\n*You'll be fine*, she told herself, *You'll give your evidence, ~maybe get laughed at a little~, and then you'll move on with your life knowing you tried to help and you'll go back to teaching*.\n\nShe missed her students. She missed her expeditions. The closer she got to the castle the tighter her chest felt, though she kept walking. Faking confidence."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room, Vallen**\n\nElbaroda had already been awake even before the light of the sun swept across Vallen. He had been nursing a hazy hangover; the result of having a tad bit too much rum in the library the night prior. Before the shouts of \"ELBARODA\" Rang through the Islanders' quarters, a fresh polish had been applied to his hurdy gurdy. He doubted he'd play it save for the réveille song he was about to perform to awaken the Islanders who had not already stirred from the Pirate King's shouts, but he had always been meticulous about keeping the instrument in the finest of conditions, and he took thirty minutes every morning to ensure that it was. \n\nWith a smirk, he stood up, and called back to the king; \"AYE SIR!\" He began to play, this time not like the somber melodies he had performed the night prior in the library, but rather a jaunty and lively one. As he played, some of the Islanders joined in with the singing. He went around as he played, kicking the bedframes of those not yet awake. A myriad of curses, death threats, and groans rang up in response. Elbaroda simply flashed them a smile and kept going. Eventually they were all awake and getting ready for the day's events. Satisfied with his handiwork, Retto stowed his instrument on his back and walked to Bradai's room. \n\nHe gave the door a knock. \"Th' men are all awake, your highness.\" He called through the door, not wanting to intrude if his king was not ready to be seen yet."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nEver since the sun rays filtered through the window, Anna could not stop pacing around the room, muttering over and over a speech she had been thinking about since her journey started.\n\n\"Steemed guests... No, steemed attendants of this council. Yes, that sounds better...\"\n\n\"My Lady even *I* Have memorized the speech\" Remarked her maid, a joking tone in her voice \"It will go fine\"\n\nAnna stopped and looked at her.\n\n\"Sibyl is counting on me to get help, and that help depends on this council...\" Anna sat down on the corner of the bed \"Fine is not enough\"\n\nPippin sat down beside her, brush in hand, and started fixing the Lady's hair. \n\n\"It will be okay, and we will go back home before we even know it\"\n\n\"I hope you're right dear...\"\n\n...\n\nAnna was giving a last look at herself in the mirror when she got the notification of the start of the council. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the worst. \n\nAs she walked towards the hall, her white gown clashing once again with the interiors of the castle, she remembered last night's trip to the dungeons. How was the wolf? Would she be fine? Anna hoped her animal acquaintance could be free after everything was over. \n\n\"Well, time to get this over with...\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, Kirk Pinewood\nThe Morning After a (Mostly) Peaceful Night of Sleep, Castle Grunewald**\n\nDennon was ready to go first after receiving their wake-up knock, and he was getting tired of waiting. \"I'm going to see if Kirk is awake.\" He yelled through the closed door of their washroom, where Lucrezia was still getting ready.\n\n\"Save me some breakfast.\" She yelled back.\n\n\"I'm not going to eat. His room is right next to ours!\" Dennon noticed a small scroll slipped in through the bottom crack of the door an picked it up.\n\nThere was a pause. \"Ugh. Fine.\"\n\nDennon left the room and found that the hallways had not yet been cleaned of the blood from the night before. \"Gross.\" He muttered as he walked to Kirk's door and gave it a knock.\n\n\"I said I'm coming!\" Kirk yelled from inside.\n\n\"It's me.\" Dennon said.\n\n\"Oh.\" Kirk opened the door.\n\n\"Good morning.\" Dennon said with raised eyebrows. Kirk seemed a bit unkempt.\n\n\"How are you so awake this early?\" Kirk asked, rubbing his eyes.\n\n\"Years of being a knight, I suppose.\" Dennon said with a shrug.\n\nKirk cleared his eyes enough to finally get a view of the hallway. They widened when he noticed all the blood. \"I guess Lucrezia isn't pregnant again, eh?\" He giggled at his own joke.\n\n\"Hilarious, but no. However, Gregor had a hog god fertility statue placed in our room to help us get results.\"\n\nKirk laughed. \"Seriously?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Dennon said with a nod. \"The thing is huge.\"\n\n\"I'll have to stop by later. What's with all the blood then?\"\n\n\"I'm not sure. Maybe they dragged that pig Gregor beat to a pulp through here. I'll ask about having it cleaned when we get to the council. Speaking of which, clean yourself up too. I don't want people thinking the Ibbish are dirty. We're representing more than just ourselves today.\"\n\n\"How kingly of you.\" Kirk yawned. \"I think Verina made the right choice taking off when she did.\"\n\n\"I just hope she's alright. Perhaps she'll show up today.\"\n\n\"Alright. Give me a few minutes to get ready.\" Kirk said before closing the door.\n\n. . .\n\nThe three eventually parted their rooms for the council, which was said to be held at the top of Grunewald tower. After clearing the 2nd flight of stairs, the three were feeling it.\n\n\"Kirk!\" Lucrezia said loudly, stopping to catch her breath.\n\n\"What?!\" He asked, a few steps behind her.\n\n\"Carry my shoes.\" She kicked them at him. One hit him in the stomach. The other fell to the bottom of the last set of stairs.\n\nDennon stood at the top of the current flight, waiting for them. \"Are you sure you want to go barefoot on these floors? They're a bit dirty.\"\n\n\"I don't care.\" She wheezed, her feet in pain.\n\nKirk caught the first shoe and looked dismally down at the other below him. \"Perhaps we should leave it behind.\"\n\n\"GO GET IT!\" She shrieked at the useless antique merchant.\n\n\"Keep it down.\" Dennon urged quietly. \"People are coming.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin fidgeted in his spot a little while the two women stared each other down with such an intensity that it seemed arrows would fly from their eyes. Arin looked at the new woman for a moment. \"You remind me of a sailor. One second accusing lies and the next demanding payment. Who cares if it's real or fake. It's the hunt that's fun.\" He said, smiling again. He began to clean his fingernails with his blade as he looked at the woman. \n\n\"What's your name?\" He asked the both of them. \"If we are going to be traveling I would assume it would be helpful to know everyone. I am, as I have already told this young woman, Levi. Levi Cragton.\" He said, the lie oozing off of his lips. If there was one thing he was good at, it was lying. He didn't trust this woman yet. He had already told his name once that day, and who knows who wanted to murder him. He made enemies easily. \n\nHe just prayed that the other woman would keep the lie going. He thought for a moment. *Why did that name seem so familiar. It was as if there was someone out there, someone he knew that held that name.* He shook the idea out of his head, making it seem as if the alcohol was still influencing his decisions."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nWaking up the next morning was quite possibly the hardest thing she had ever done. Pulling herself from a hypnogogic state into a conscious one made the light behind her eyes dance wildly, and she felt as if she'd spent the entire night wrapped tightly in a vice's grip. _Everything_ ached, and the effort it took to lift her head from Heath's shoulder brought tears to her eyes. Her temple fell back against the man's shoulder a little harder than she meant to as she winced, suddenly very aware of how tightly clenched the entirety of her body was. It wasn't going to get better, she feared, and she grit her teeth as she pushed herself up with her good arm. The room spun for a moment, and the woman blinked a few times to clear the stars from her vision as she moved out of bed.\n\nThere was a dirty mirror across the way, water spots stained it's surface despite there being no real clear indication of where the water that soiled it might have come from, and she caught sight of herself for the first time since Angelica had helped her change. The afterglow of blood loss didn't suit her, she looked pale and worn, her hair dull in comparison to the crimson that colored her chest, arms, and neck. The neck of her gown was torn, as was the hem and she thought for a moment on the best way to strip out of the tattered thing without hurting herself further. The dagger she had received from the Hog Dangle laid on the vanity -gods knew how it ended up there- and she reached for it blindly. It wasn't a clean cut, but it managed to break through ruined silk as she scrunched her face in displeasure, every move feeling like it was resisted with the strength of ten men. A few more let the shreds fall at her feet, and she stepped out of them. \n\nShe was already exhausted, today was going to be hell.\n\nBut the thought reminded her that Danico had stopped in to give her a vial of something, and another of something else. The first was said to help with the pain, though only on the surface, and the other was theoretically to help keep her energy up. 'Up' didn't feel the right word, maybe 'existent' was better suited, and she turned with intent to find it, remembering then the sleeping man in her bed. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her in this state before, but something about it felt wrong now. She felt vulnerable instead of empowered, and she moved from the chest beside it where Alistair had left her belongings. One handed, she fiddled with the latch until she was able to release it, and heaved the heavy lid upwards. She didn't mean to, but she let out a yelp with the motion, soreness making every muscle ache. The adrenaline from the night prior was officially gone, and the full weight of the realization that she wasn't twenty anymore and couldn't bounce back from being thrown into walls and ripped apart like she used to bruised her ego to match the ones blooming on her side. \n\nGritting her teeth once more, she pulled a robe from her trunk, deciding if she just moved _fast_ it might hurt _less_ or she'd at least pass out from pain more quickly and be done with it. Maybe if she was lucky she'd wake up back home instead of in Taemar. Awkwardly she pulled on the robe, tying it half heartedly around her hip, and turned back to the bed where Heath was starting to wake. \"Heath,\" She started, intending to wake him easily but really finding she was growing more irritated with every second she was alive. \"Heath I need help. Ca-\" Before she could finish the sentence there was a half knock on the door, and a letter was slipped beneath it. Anya eyed it, and settled back onto the edge of the bed, her good hand reaching back to push through Heath's sleep strewn locks.\n\n\"Heath, we have to get up, the council is starting.\" She told him."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nTaemar, Vallen\n\nWithdrawing her hand, Marsila simply raised a brow towards Siona's demand as it had caught her by surprise. She was curious as to how this woman came to the conclusion that she should be paid for her travels, though perhaps Marsila could blame the fact on mentioning payment towards the pirate. Exhaling deeply from her nose, her eyes flickered towards the pirate before quickly returning towards the woman. \"I don't understand why I should be paying you since we were simply arguing about the existence of this beast. I simply wanted to prove you wrong and I don't expect paying you to do so. I don't even know how you would be of any use to me.\" \n\nAs Arin brought himself closer towards the two, Marsila noticed he also had the same thoughts as herself. Though as soon as he mentioned it, he began to stray from the conversation and instead, questioned their names. She looked towards him with confusion as he mentioned a name other than his own before realising she had never given him hers. *Oh shit. I completely forgot to tell him my name* Marsila mentally berated herself for her lack of manners as she reached towards the strands of hair that fell in front of her face to behind her ear. She needed to find some way to keep her hair from her face, having lost her ribbon when she arrived at her parent's house. \"Sorry, I'm Marsila. I should have mentioned that earlier.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nA room in Castle Grunewald\n\nSerafina had risen early that morning, unable to sleep after her conversation with the Pirate King. Of course, it didn't help that the Queen was feet away, her chest rising and falling to the lethargic rhythm of sleep. The Wisdoms eyes fell upon the current ruler and a pang of guilt stabbed her chest. The Queen had been kind to her when she joined as the religious advisor for the Southern Pantheon. Yet, the act of kindness wasn't enough to deter her from the path the gods had put her on. She had a purpose and she would fulfil it, no matter the cost. \n\nWith the council still hours away, Serafina decided to pass the time by studying a series of historical texts of Terresol she brought with her. An urgent knock distracted her from the book and she quietly made her way over to the door, moving the items they had piled up the night before as a safety precaution.\n\n\"Good morning, Kenmath.\" She greeted him with a smile. The man didn't respond, instead thrusting a scroll into her hands before scrambling to the next room. Serafina stepped out and watched with a raised brow before rolling her eyes and returning to the room. After skimming through the contents of the note, she handed it to Charity - who had been woken by the knock. \"The council is beginning, Your Majesty. We should make our way to the Throne Room soon.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islanders\nThe Throne Room\n\n\"Why do tha Ibbish move so slowly up stairs?\" Gitten asked. \n\nBradai felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his face turn hot when he heard his men laughing behind him. Gitten had said some dumb shit again, he could just feel it. He had left his cane back in his room, and was gripping the handrail tightly as he ascended up the third flight of stairs. Why Gregor wanted to have the Council in the most inconvenient place possible was beyond him, but it was clear to see that it was pissing everyone off. If they were lucky, someone would have the solution to this plague, they'd take it, and never return to this Gods-forsaken swampland. \n\nBradai watched as the Queen of Ibethiel leaned up against the wall, huffing and shrieking at her servants like some wounded animal. The Pirate King took a few steps downwards and held his men off. The last thing he needed was to offend Lucrezia Scheer shortly before the beginning of the Council. His men didn't look pleased to be stuck on the stairs. \n\nHe had caught Gitten in the middle of her jape. \"Fat.\" Gitten spit on the ground. Bradai grit his teeth and descended a few more stairs to get in her face. \"Fat Mainlander women. Big as a cog, can't even get up tha stairs.\" She puffed laboriously, and the men behind her began to snicker. It stopped when Bradai turned around.\n\nHis tone was calm and even, \"Admiral, if vhis is going to be too stressful for you, you and your men can retire to your room and try again tomorrow morning. I don't need anuvher Jester.\" \n\nGitten looked up at her brother and briefly considered knocking him in the jaw, but she could have sworn she saw his eyes inspecting her balled up fists. \"No.\"\n\nBradai shifted his weight onto his good leg and wrapped his hand around the railing, turning his attention from Gitten to the rest of his countrymen. \"Tha Mainlanders want to run vhis one. We don't 'ave to do a damn fing. Count tha fucking bricks in tha walls if you 'ave to, but speak out uff turn and you'll face due consequence when vhis is all over. You'll work Amoroffian ports until your fucking fingers fall off.\" \n\nThe Pirate King turned around and sighed, continuing up the stairs. He prayed that Vronti Kelwynd wouldn't come up like it had at dinner. The Islanders entered the throne room and began to take their places at the Council Table."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The throne room**\n\nElbaroda held his tongue as the other Islanders laughed around him. *'Mainlander or no' laughin' at a queen can get ye in a lo' o' trouble'* He thought to himself as he watched the Ibethelian Queen throw a fit. Whoever had the stones to marry a witch such as that had his respect, and his sympathies. As for Admiral Gitten, Elbaroda had his own opinions on her, but those could be saved for another time. She looked as if she was ready to deck Bradai in the face. Admiral or not, and despite the trouble it would have caused him, Elbaroda would not have let that stood. \n\nFortunately, she didn't, and he breathed a sigh of relief. \"This council is off t' a fuckin' great start\" He muttered to himself before listening to Bradai's threat of permanently porting any one of them at Amoroth, and he knew that they would be realized. \n\n\"Aye sir\" He responded to his King, and they continued on. Once they reached the throne room, he spied a naked... Person? Guarding the door to the room. \"By th' Tides, What th' fuck is *Tha'*?\" He whispered to another Islander who just gave him a shrug in return. He quickly walked past it and took a seat a couple chairs down from his king."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "**Bennard Wrencrest\nVallen**\n\nBennard sank into his seat, fiddling with the chaperon in his lap. They were entering Vallen. As he watched the city's drab sights begin to fill the view of the carriage windows, he thought back on their long journey.\n\nMerely leaving Wrencrest had brought him to tears. All along the secured path to the main gate, Bennard was sure he'd seen ruddy eyes staring through the boarded windows of the plagehouses. He shuddered to think of what it was like behind those partitions. Every measure that the expert's said would slow the disease brought him deep sadness to execute. Last summer, he'd still been a friendly lord, a sanguine face familiar to citizens of all strata. What was he now to them but an obscure tyrant laying down painful commandments from his lofty, louring manor? It made him ill. \n\nOnce outside, he'd gone to meet his vassals on Darald's Hill for affirmations and adieus. The plague remained aloof from their manors, and he hoped it would continue as such until it burnt out in the city. The family had then come to holy Negenhal, where the vagrohl invoked a blessing upon them, then led them in silent prayer. In his thoughts, Bennard had asked the gods for protection. *Lords of the Land, Faces in the Frost, please watch over not only the wife, daughter, and niece by my side, but also the son and uncle I leave behind, in case the two come to—or cause—any trouble.* Half the Witherlands knew Hulward to be a bright-eyed glory-seeker and Lackner to be a feckless drunk; he was sure the gods were no poorer informed.\n\nThen it was Roadfork Manor to join the rest of their train. Altogether, they were two carriages, two open wagons, and a big mounted entourage. The first carriage was for himself, Adelhayd, and young Ivagneth; the second for his niece Feineth, and Lady Persephoen Timtams, who'd brought twenty-five soldiers. He'd been baffled when the obscure island house had approached him, asking to join their group. It was questionable enough whether or not the Wrencrests were of sufficient status to attend the council, let alone the Timtams, who were of even lower status. Adelhayd had persuaded him that having an extra house from the Iron Plaines would only help their representation, no matter how high or low they were. Once everything had been packed up, they'd set off for Great Walk.\n\nThey'd stayed a night at Snowhall, hosted by their in-laws, House Torck. In the warm company of Lord Angelo, they'd had a joyful time. There was good ale, fine wine, delicious bread, deep laughter, and cordial conversation that mostly skirted around unpleasant topics like the plague or the rising threat of Vivayn. Nevertheless, Bennard had still noticed flashes of pain in Adelhayd's eyes when she passed certain rooms, or when she looked down certain halls or through certain windows. For her, he knew, there was ever a haunting void in that home. As they'd been leaving Snowhall behind the following morning, she'd stared back silently at it until it was out of view, and then subsided with a sigh against Bennard's shoulder.\n\nThe folk they'd encountered at each stop had often been afraid of contact with outsiders; Adelhayd's silver tongue had always managed to disarm their apprehension. They'd eventually reached the triple border on the western coast. After hurrying through the west extremity of Vivayn's traitorous territory, they had finally been abroad, onto the moist, pungent path to Vallen. And yet, even now that they'd arrived safely at their destination, Bennard still felt a stormy tension hanging over them. Its cause was no mystery.\n\nIvagneth sat opposite from Bennard in the carriage, next to her mother. With her chin resting on her knuckles, the seventeen-year-old was staring vacantly at the cityscape. Jade, her elegant cat of the Trenton blue breed, was sleeping soundly between her lap and her tender caress. Bennard gazed upon in desolation. He wanted to her cheeks dimple as she smiled, to see the twinkle in her big, expressive, sardonic eyes. When last had they woven tapestries together, or spent a half-hour fawning over Jade and the kittens?\n\nNoticing the icy distance between the two, Adelhayd beamed at her. \"It's always lovely going to another kingdom. I can't believe it's our little girl's first time in the Middlelands! What do you think of Vallen, darling?\" When all she received in response was an absent shrug, she turned her attention to Bennard, giving him a pointed look to rouse him from his melancholy. \"And what say you, my love? What's your expert evaluation?\"\n\nBennard looked out the window. The most immediate sight was of dull stone buildings with thatched roofing. Beyond this muted facade, he could see what looked like a godless bedlam of human-porcine cohabitation that defied all standards of both architectural practice and compassion for man or beast. After his six years in the South, he'd thought that Wrencrest and the other cities of the North were the ugliest settlements in Marin. But seeing Vallen, he thought his own city looked like more of a *Royal capital*–and his wasn't even a Great House!\n\nHe looked at Ivagneth with pursed lips. She didn't meet his eyes. \"As I've said before, architecture is 'an endeavour to serve man's basic needs using the bones of the earth.' That's how the great Arturo of Estigarde described it, as related to me by the Marble King of Vasilios, Leandros Mavrokeri, may he rest in peace.\" His confidence faltered; she clearly wasn't paying attention. \"Well, anyway,\" He stammered, \"Some cultures go further beyond basic necessity than others. Perhaps this is just the Taemish ... Aesthetic.\" He contemplated the city for a moment, then affected a playful smile. \"Here, I wonder if we'll be brought our food on plates on the, uh, the backs of pigs!\" He chuckled, but then his brows came together, and he pouted. \"Oh, well ... I suppose we're actually too late for the dinner, but—\"\n\nIvagneth turned her head to give him an uncomfortable, appealing look. \"Father, just stop,\" She muttered, bitterness rolling off her tongue, and then she resumed her city-watching. He met Adelhayd's eyes; they were sorrowful, but they held no pity for him, and rightly so. She brought her frowning face close to the window, perhaps to ease her mind with some fresh air. *It's no use, Dell,* He thought, *Everything about this city is soiled.* He shrank back into his chair, weighed down against the velvet seat by the heft of his guilt.\n\nEventually, the shadow of Castle Grunewald fell over the cart. Bennard leaned over and stuck his head out the window to study the crooked, imperious structure. He noted the preternaturally large tree that stood next to it, seemingly as tall as the highest tower of the castle itself. He wondered how King Grunewald would receive them, and that low-ranking lady who rode in the carriage behind."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe throne room, only screaming internally, Vallen.\n\nBy the time Valentine had arrived at the castle, many of the other attendants seemed to be up and at 'em. Especially the islanders - whom she had the displeasure of being stuck behind on the staircase. Normally she wouldn't mind the long winding staircase walk up to the tower but being stuck behind a group of rather loud and brash pirates she thought that she would have rather it be held in the dining room.\n\nWhen the islanders stopped for a moment, she heard little more than a rather loudmouthed lady gossiping, a few laughs, and then the muffled, deadly calm voice of the pirate king from about a floor above her. Terrifying. She waited a few steps below until they started walking again and she could progress upwards.\n\nAll the way to the top of the stairs she felt as though the tower would tip over or the floorboards would give way under her feet and she silently prayed for protection (though whether it was from the other council attendants or the questionable architecture she couldn't be sure).\n\nEntering the throne room, she gave a bobbing bow when appropriate and took a seat on the left-hand side of the table, somewhere near the middle but not quite, and rested her document canisters between her legs and her journals on the table in front of her with a deathlike grip on top."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nHeath stirred from his sleep at Anya's voice and touch. He sat up and pressed his knuckles to his eyes, groggy beyond belief. He was a creature of the night and awoke with the daily ritual of cursing the morning light that streamed through the moth eaten drapes. His hair fell into his eyes and his stubble had darkened. He could already hear Elle shrieking at him to clean up his appearance before the council. *The bloody fucking council*. He had the misfortune of attending every council since its conception. If there was ever an instance where Heath Romanov wanted to fall onto his own sword, it was during the never-ending council meetings. \n\n \"Fuck the council. How'd you sleep?\" He asked, giving her hand a quick squeeze before coming to a stand. \"I imagine your shoulder feels like murder. Danico left something to help alleviate your pain,\" He said, eyes scanning the bedside table. \"Here. Apply the salve every four hours for pain and the medication here to help you with your energy level,\" He said, picking up the items. He opened the lid to the salve and dipped two fingers in, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and moving her red locks off of her shoulder. \"We should get you loaded before the council,\" He joked, gently applying the salve to her wound. \"Danico was adamant about you eating before you take the oral medication.\"\n\nHe could hear Elle and Daniel arguing faintly through the walls. Elle's cutting tone was unmistakable. Through the adjacent wall was the sound of someone attempting to tap dance and repeatedly falling down. Heath let out a heavy sigh. \"I need to go see Elle before the council begins. I will see you up there later, Anya,\" He said, flashing her a quick smile before striding out of the room.\n\nWithin an hour, The Romanovs walked into the throne room and took their seats. They were impeccably groomed. Heath almost looked like a different man, with his hair neatened and face cleanly shaven. His tailored dark suit buttoned up to his neck. Queen Elle opted for a black gown with silver detailing and her curly locks were pinned tightly in a low bun at the nape of her neck. King Daniel sat next to his wife, looking coldly ahead without so much as acknowledging her presence. Heath thought that perhaps that was why Queen Elle sat so stiffly; that, or the fact that there was a naked figure lingering in the doorway, not six feet away from her. \n\n\"Welcome to my throne room, Queen Elsinore. I hope it is up to your standards,\" King Gregor drawled from his seat, \"I know you Feyorians are more accustomed to ostentatious settings. A waste, if you ask me.\"\n\n\"It is lovely,\" Queen Elle answered. She purposefully refused to acknowledge his remark, aware that he intended to prod her all day. \n\nKing Gregor barked with laughter and Queen Elle bit her tongue with enough force to draw blood. She hoped that wine would be served to mask the stains."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle throne room, Vallen.\n\nAs people joined she felt more and more nervous, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. So many people from all corners of Marin, so much noise...\n\nWhen she entered, she had given a proper curtsy to the royal hosts of the event and took a seat. As much as she hated the idea, she took it near the centre, as that would allow her to be seen when she spoke.\n\nAs she heard the drumming of her own heart in her ears, she saw all the attendants come in, greet the royals and take a seat. So many strangers around her caused a knot in her throath, which made her swallow hard and clear her throat."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nDanico was already churning in his bed when he heard Kenmath deliver the note to his door. With a good excuse to actually get up, he did so with very little vitality. Having stayed up as late as he did certainly wasn't on the agenda. *Shit, anya..* He thought to himself, his instinctive duty of care had kicked in as he worried about the stitching used to close the wound. That's going to be a pain to remove.\nStanding up with a long, drawn out stretch, the alchemist took the note from the foot of the door. The council was starting, soon, at which point he realised he really didn't wish to attend, being studied and mentally prodded by the continent's elite wasn't his idea of fun. But, he was there specifically for the council and so he figured he should do the right thing.\n\nSome time went by as he got dressed into his everyday clothes, packed his bag, placed the amulet on his chest and followed the instructions on the note. By the time he began to climb the stairs the islanders were already at the top. *Thankfully*, Taking a seat that wasn't quite in the middle but also not quite at the end, settling for somewhere at the outer-third of the table."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Angelica Stafford \nVallen, Taemar\n**\nThe night passed uneasy. She'd gone to the kitchens and secured it's use for Danico, only to get lost on the way back. The halls all looked the same, and for some reason the staircase she could have sworn she'd come down had been blocked off by a sofa with a hastily attached sign that said \"Do not entar\". She'd gone another way, and ended up lost until finding a servant who could guide her back to her room. From there she'd backtracked to Anya's and found her husband posted outside. \n\nLearning that Heath was inside with the injured queen wasn't exactly what she wanted, but Eric insisted that there had been a brief conversation inside and then the sounds of sleeping. At least Romanov was smart enough to not try and get his rocks off to an injured woman. Though she wouldn't have been surprised. \n\nThe next morning she headed straight to Anya's room, seeing Heath leave just as she turned the corner. She waited until he had cleared the hall before dipping in and finding Anya sitting on the edge of her bed. She wore a robe and nothing else, and that was pulled down to reveal a slick looking wound that glistened in the morning light. \"Is it seeping?\" Ang asked by way of 'hello', closing the door behind her. Anya shook her head, her eyes closed and swaying a bit where she sat.\n\n\"No, a salve for the pain.\" \n\n\"Is it helping?\" \n\n\"No.\" \n\nAngelica nodded, moving over to stand before the Queen, taking her place between parted knees to get a good look at the bite. It was garish and swollen and bruising around the puncture wounds, but it didn't look infected... Yet. \"I trust you're staying in bed for the first day of the council?\" Angelica prompted, moving away to find the vial on the nightstand and uncap it, taking a sniff before scrunching her nose at the smell. \n\n\"I can't do that, I represent two nations.\" Anya answered as if it was as simple as that. \"And I want to see the shifter hanged.\" She added through her teeth. \n\n\"You have staff who can fill in on your behalf. I don't think it's wise to be walking around with an open wound like that.\" \n\nAnya didn't answer, her eyes finally opening and moving to the door. \"It will be covered, if you stop trying to talk me out of my job and help me get dressed.\"\n\n\"Eric and I can handle the South Feyshore discussions. Mikhail can handle Astorian meetings. You _really_ should stay in bed-\" Angelica started, and Anya turned her head so quickly to the woman that her neck popped, and both women held their breath for a long moment, as if waiting for Anya to slump over at that. \n\n\"Mikhail isn't ready to fill in for me yet.\" Anya said through gritted teeth, and pushed herself to her feet. It was obvious when she moved she was in pain, but her features had turned to stone to try and hide it. \"Help me get dressed or summon someone who will. We need to get Mikhail.\" \n\nAngelica paused, and moved to the trunk to rummage through Anya's things. \"Mikhail is already getting ready, I've sent him ahead with Harmattan, they're waiting on us.\" She started, finding a dress that bore no sleeves. She was surprised Anya had packed one, considering how she usually made efforts to hide the sigils on her arms that flared with magic every one in a while. She lifted it, and Anya gave it a long look.\n\n\"There's a blouse that's supposed to go beneath that, but I suppose there's no point in it. I don't know how I feel about walking around with arms and shoulder exposed though.\" \n\n\"Better than anything touching it and it getting worse. Plus, if you _insist_ on being at the council-\" \n\n\"I do\"\n\n\"-then it might be a good show of power. That Anyanka Durkhan doesn't stand down, even after a shifter attack. And you're transparent about your injury, so you're trustworthy.\"\n\n\"Or stupid.\" Anya countered, with a small laugh and Angelica nodded, giving a laugh as well before moving to help her. \n\n\"Well, they already know that. At least they'll think you're brave too.\"\n\n**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nHe'd not slept well, something in his gut telling him there was something brewing at the council that needed his attention, but he'd yet to find out what. His meeting with King Maith had been cut short before it even began; Sir Harmattan pulling him from the library and up to his chambers without explanation or question. He'd stayed posted outside the door all night too, so he couldn't even leave after it got late. \n\nThe next morning he'd already been awake when the letter was slipped beneath his door. He didn't need to read it, but he did anyway, and dressed quickly. Harmattan was still waiting outside when he opened his door, though he had changed from his attire the night prior, and they exchanged a brief nod before heading up the endless steps of the tower in silence. \n\nThe Throne room was... Something. And they passed a gross looking thing on their way in that snarled but settled without attacking. He'd spent time in other courts, but so far Taemar was firmly on the bottom of his list of places to ever return. It seemed that he and Zane were the first of the Astorian and South Feyshore representatives, and he looked briefly around the room for faces he might recognize.\n\nBradai was already there, and he gave the man a short nod as he passed. They had more to discuss, and he'd already had a runner sent with a letter to continue whatever he had wanted to discuss after the first day of the council had convened. On the other side of the room with the middleland representatives, he noticed his father and aunt, both looking well out of place in their beauty compared to the rest of Taemar. He gave a half smile when he made eye contact with Elsinore, and it lingered as he met eyes with Heath, wondering what the look that the man had sent in return was supposed to mean. Was that pity? He couldn't read it well, they were too far away and he didn't really know the man's smile to begin with, but he looked exhausted. \n\nWhen he moved to take his seat, he glanced to Zane. \"Where's mother? And the Staffords?\" He asked, noting the rest of the empty seats. Just as he asked it, the red and blonde woman moved into the room, and Mikhail's jaw tensed at the sight of his mother - eyes looking tired, skin paler than usual, and the nasty wound she bore openly on her shoulder and chest. She walked with a slight dip, something that would have been worse had Angelica not been practically pressed to her side for support, and Mikhail stood, crossing the room at a slight jog to catch up and take her other side. \n\n\"_What happened?_\" He hissed, and Angelica scoffed. \n\n\"Your father happened, Mikhail.\" She retorted, and Anya cleared her throat. \n\n\"_Enough_. There was an attack, I'm fine, it wasn't Heath's fault and we're not going to talk about it right now, okay?\" Anya murmured as they made their way to their seats."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Captain Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Castle Grunewald throne room, Vallen**\n\nAs he sat and exchanged whispers among the Islanders to his left and right, and returning any glares he caught being sent towards the Islander's seats, Elbaroda couldn't help but continue to fix his gaze on the two nooses grimly affixed in the center of the throne room. He wondered whose necks would be snapped to mark the beginning of council proceedings, and what crime those souls had done to warrant execution in front of an audience comprised of the most powerful people in Marin. \n\nHe eyed the room as more and more guests made their way into the chambers. An obviously nervous woman in a white dress which seemed to stand out among the sea of drab greys, browns, and blacks who he did not recognize. A group King Gregor addressed as Feyshorians, who appeared to share the eminent feeling of wanting to be anywhere else than Gregor's throne room, and the Ibethelian king and queen. \n\nRetto obviously recognized Mikhail Durhkan Maith, legendary among the Southern Isles as one of King wards, rumored to have died and been brought back to life.\n\nAnd a new arrival. Another queen by the looks of her. She seemed rather good looking, save for the garish would across her shoulder and chest. It looked as if she had been mauled by a wild animal just the night before. \"By th' tides, wha' th' 'ell 'appended t' her?\" He whispered as he watched Mikhail jog over to her position. He made a guess that she was the queen of Astoria and the South Feyshore area. Elbaroda couldn't help but respect her for acquiring such an injury and showing up anyways, as if to prove her strength and resolve, but he also worried she may pass out at any moment. \n\nA box ticked in his mind and he looked back over to the two nooses affixed in the center. Could whoever was going to be strung up have had a part in her injury? He wouldn't have to wait long to find out he supposed.\n\nHe sighed with a tired smile and turned back to sit straight in his chair. If the council was anything, it wouldn't be boring, Elbaroda knew that for sure."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, and Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Tower, Grunewald Castle**\n\nThey eventually reached the top of the stairs. Dennon gave apologetic looks to the Islanders that had been held up behind them while Lucrezia caught her breath and put on her shoes off to the side while others passed by.\n\nOnce they entered the throne room, the queen immediately noticed the nooses. It brightened her mood considerably. \"Is there going to be a hanging?\" Lucrezia asked with barely veiled excitement.\n\n\"Perhaps that musician fellow screwed up again.\" Kirk guessed.\n\nDennon said nothing due to the lump in his throat formed by the sudden remembering of the day Lucrezia ordered the hanging of Cheston Carbonell, Ibethiel's previous child king, for whom Dennon had served as a knight."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nA room in Castle Grunewald\n\nCharity found it hard to really get into a deep sleep, Taemar was unlike either of the climates she'd lived in. It took a little bit of time but eventually the area under the blanket was warmed by her own body heat. She regretted not seeing Anya the night before, two bodies would warm a bed a lot faster, but Charity fell asleep all the same. She was awoken in the morning by the sound of knocking at the door, she wouldn't describe herself as well rested, just rested.\n\nSerafina was quicker to the door than she was, maybe the woman was already awake or more rested than Charity was, Charity had only reached the edge of the bed by the time Serafina was at the door. As she was moving to get up, the Wisdom handed her a scroll, inside was the same information that the Wisdom had conveyed to her.\n\nShe placed the scroll the bed and stood up fully. She quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, and quickly brushed through her hair with her hands as all of her supplies were still with the caravan. She looked presentable enough, probably thanks to being a relatively still sleeper, but there's only so much she could do. \"Alright, let's go. Best not to hold up the most important Council we've ever been a part of for much longer\" Charity noted as he opened the door and started towards the Throne Room, whether the Wisdom was following or not."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nVallen, Taemar\n\nLord Stafford arrived a few moments behind his wife and queen, he'd taken a little longer to get ready on the account that he'd posted himself at Anya's door all night. Despite being up all night, the young lord managed to make himself very presentable, likely with the help of his wife. His jet black hair was groomed neatly and his fresh set of clothes looked as nice as what had been ruined the previous night. \n\n_Thank the gods I brought an extra pair of boots..._ he thought as he entered the throne room. He doubted Gregor would appreciate blood soaked boots in his throne room. _On second thought, probably be the exact thing he'd like._ Eric second guessed, reminding himself again how much he disliked the Grunewalds. \n\nQuickly, Eric took a seat next to his wife taking a somewhat worried look at Anya. It didn't surprise him that she'd insisted on coming despite being attacked and it wouldn't surprise him if his wife vented angrily about it to him later. Which Eric would agree with, but he couldn't help but admire Anya for her strong will. Most average people would have stayed in bed, few sane people would blame her. Yet here she was, with a recently sewed bite wound. \n\n\"I'm glad to see you're doing better, your grace.\" Eric said, looking to Anya while taking Angelica's hand and giving it a squeeze."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon walked alongside other guests on his approach to the tower. He stopped short of the entryway, peering up into the winding stairwell. He had lined his deep brown eyes with kohl; partly to honour Imogen, and partly to hide the evidence of him spending most of last night weeping and ruminating. In the desolation that followed what he had seen, much old pain had come back to haunt him in the night, but now he felt cleaner for it. The only way now was forward.\n\nHe held his lyre against his side with a tight, purposeful grip. He had chosen a new outfit for the council: both his long undertunic and his shorter overtunic were pitch-black, save for a pattern of golden circles, each bisected horizontally (ϴ), embroidered across the overtunic—Terresolians, Araedians, and some Amorothian cultures typically used this as a symbol of death. A silver pendant of Lockaster's symbol hung from a chain around his neck.\n\nAs he watched people walk by him on their way to the stairs, Kallophon wondered how he would be received today. Did Gregor even want him to play to full attention as he had yesterday? He was hardly going to provide gentle background music at a sombre political conference. No, such a thing was better served by a powerful, sombre tune or two, to set the right mood. That was what he intended to do. He was poorly rested, and still overgloomed by the horrors of the night before, but he could never resist the pull of adventure in a crowded room.\n\nHe took a soft breath, but, just as he was about to take a step inside the tower shaft, he noticed a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. He turned and beheld his queen, walking towards him. Or was she just moving to enter the tower? Was she going to talk to him? And who was that walking beside her?\n\nShe seemed a little bit untidy to him, as if she'd come straight out of bed. He had the thought to seize the opportunity and mock her. *Ha! What a stately representation of Terresol, Your Majesty! Renowned for our attention to personal appearance, and here you are with loose hairs sticking out as if they're desperate to not be seen with you.* The corner of his lip twitched into a sneer, but then he reminded himself of the kind of man he wanted to be: a man not given to such cruelty. He needed to learn these people, not judge them. So in place of a barb, he gave a bow, and said, \"Hail to the Queen of Terresol,\" In Old Soltongue. He transitioned into the modern version of their native tongue, continuing, \"It pleases me greatly that I may finally meet you in person, Your Majesty. Please accept my apology for my outburst at dinner last night. I had not all my wits about me.\" His tone was somewhat muted, but not disrespectful, and it retained its confident flow and dignified resonance. He was not in the mood for any superfluous flattery."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nThe entrace to the Tower in Castle Grunewald\n\nSerafina followed the Queen of Terresol, holding her tongue despite her desire to suggest allowing a servant to find a more suitable dress for the council. There were... Standards and she didn't think attending the council meeting in the same garments as the night before would set a good impression. But who was she to berate the Queen on appearances. Serafina, on the other hand, had changed earlier that morning into a simple forest green dress with gold embroidery decorating the neckline just below her collarbones. \n\nThe Wisdom was grateful that Charity seemed to know her way around the castle. Had she been alone, it would have taken her much longer to reach the tower considering how long it had taken her to find their room the night prior. Upon arrival at the entrance to the tower, Serafina heard someone hail the Queen in Old Soltongue and her head perked up, glancing around to find the source. *'Ah, our lucky musician.'* While she had enjoyed his performance during dinner, his apology caused her eyebrows to raise. Serafina doubted its sincerety. The bard seemed to have plenty wit about him at the time and she had considered the outburst intentional. As he spoke, she studied the man more closely. She was surprised to see a pendant of Lockaster hanging from his neck. *'An odd choice... I would have suspected Emin or Reuben.'* Her head tilted to the side as she examined the rest of his attire, the design and symbols in direct contradiction to the lively character she remembered from dinner. *'An Aster bard of some kind?'* It wasn't common, but she supposed it was possible."
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nSiona flicked her eyes in \"Levi's\" Direction when he spoke, but kept quite as he talked. He seemed as if he was trying to defuse the situation, while not so subtly taking a jab at her demands for money. Not that Siona was particularly concerned, she knew her skills and knew her worth, and knew she needed to make money to live. Finally, he instead simply introduced himself, and asked Siona her name.\n\n\"I'm Siona,\" She said simply, hoping they hadnt heard of her. Sometimes peasants liked to tell stories about her, though they always greatly exaggerated her feats. She wasnt that special, she just was more willing than many others to help them. But still, she was a sorceress in a world that did not take kindly to magic often times, so Siona preferred to just be a good Samaritan, not a folk hero. \n\nThe young woman spoke up again, retracting the hand which Siona hadnt shook. She gave Siona an incredulous look, and Siona kept her face impassive in turn as the young woman stated that she didnt understand where Siona had gotten the impression she would be payed, or *Why* She should be payed. \n\n\"I saw you playing with that gold piece,\" Said Siona, \"So I know you have money on you somewhere. And you said you would pay this Levi here, so I know you are willing to pay. But if all you wanted was to prove me wrong, I suppose I could take my services elsewhere.\"\n\n.\n\nAs if to prove her point, Siona casually threw her cloak over her shoulder, revealing a long and elegant saber tied to her belt. She rested her left hand on the weapon in a display meant to show she was well acquainted with the blade, and did not wear it simply for the look. She did not however, mention her true credentials, that she was an accomplished sorceress and scholar, trained at the great Academies of Azarya. That she kept in reserve. There was no need to draw any more attention to herself than she already was. At least, not unless Marsila, as the other womans name was, pressed her further on her true usefulness."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nJust before reaching the Throne Room itself, she was stopped by the bard from the night before's performance. \"No apology is necessary, your outburst is well warranted, as Kelwynd was not the best of men. Nor was it you that brought him up.\" The bard was the second person in so few minutes to refer to her as 'Your Majesty', a term that Charity knew was a traditional way to refer to a royal, but also a term that Charity disliked since she thought of herself as rather unmajestic, despite her penchant for dresses that offered more freedom of movement than the usual fashion presented.\n\nSpeaking of dresses it was then that the Queen noticed the Wisdom's change of dress, and how they were both now wearing green and gold dresses. She wondered if the Wisdom was trying to tell her something, or perhaps she was reading into it too much.\n\n\"Either way, it was a pleasure to meet you as well, one of the better bards I've seen, but I mustn't hold up the council, if you want to talk later, after the council would be best.\" And with that she bid the bard farewell and moved into the Throne Room. While looking for the closest seat to Anyanka Durkhan, she noticed the injuries that she had sustained. The Grand Duchess honestly looked to be in a bad shape, but she still attended the council. Charity hoped this was a sign that they looked worse than they were, rather than Anya not getting the proper rest she needed. Whatever happened to her the night before, she had a feeling it would be brought up as part of the council."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Autelei née Dikegora AKA Kallophon of Milo or Kallophon of Ianna\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon twinkled at Charity's compliment, inclining his head graciously. \"Thank you.\" He expected that she would invite him to talk with her as they ascended the stairs, but his heart sank ten leagues deep when she chose to excuse herself instead and departed up the tower. He couldn't withhold a small frown of disappointment, and replied, \"Of course, Your Majesty,\" With a somewhat weak voice.\n\nHe turned his attention to Serafina. She hadn't immediately followed their queen; perhaps she was interested in speaking to him? He summoned as much warmth as he could find inside his heart and gave her a genuine smile. \"Wisdom,\" He acknowledged, and bowed slightly, offering her his palm to receive her hand. With her reciprocation, he gently pecked her knuckles. \"It, um ... It comforts me to know that there's a leader of the faith here, in this 'heathen' land,\" Kallophon chuckled. He gestured towards the stairs. Confident, he moved from Soltongue to Old Soltongue, in which he sounded to be quite proficient. \"I won't delay you, but I'd like to speak with you as we make our way to the throne room.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n'Yet, you married him and let him rule with his ridiculous Cult.' Serafina thought, a mask of pleasantry covering her face with the only hint of her disdain for the Queen being a fistful of her dress. The Wisdoms eyebrow rose in amusement as the Queen bade the bard farewell without further word. \n\nHowever, rather than follow the Terresolian ruler, the woman stayed behind. His greeting, followed by a kiss to the hand was drowning in flattery and she inwardly rolled her eyes. She didn't recall bards from the Abigreth being so theatrical. Nevertheless, the woman would not pass up the opportunity to converse with him. The tales and songs of a bard this talented coursing through Terresol and ringing in its people's ears would be beneficial if the proper story was told. \n\n\"The Gods are always with us, even among those who are still blind.\" She replied, pulling her scarred hand back to her side. At his gesture, the woman gracefully moved towards the stairs, truthfully dreading the climb, and waited for him to join her. \"Of course,\" She switched to Old Soltongue, \"Will you be gracing us with another ballad during the council?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon noticed the scars on her hand. It didn't take him long to identify them for what they meant; he chose to hold his tongue on the matter.\n\nHe followed her. \"I would not call what I played yesterday a 'ballad.' It was ... Oh, what was it? Ah yes, it was a 'hymn to Hema.' I excluded the lyrics.\" He scratched his neck. \"And regarding what I'm about to play, this one is not much of a ballad either, though I will warn you that it's a much more sombre tune than the hymn. These are sombre times, however, and this especially is to be a sombre conference.\"\n\nHe looked down at the steps as he ascended, then found himself smiling. \"I actually quite like that hymn. I do not know the lyrics well, I focus primarily on the tune itself. My interpretation is that the serene, sentimental parts are about birth, new life, maybe even the fresh sweetness of things like new love and one achieving a great success in one's livelihood endeavours, whereas the parts where my fingers make trembling notes are evocative of the uncertainty that comes with birth, do you understand? The chance of crop failure, or a miscarriage, or failure just at the cusp of success. It celebrates the superlative happiness that follows that uncertainty when things go well.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina nodded her head in agreement when he mentioned the somber nature of the conference. The plague had infected all regions of Marin, to her knowledge, and she recalled the reports from Wisdoms in the outlying regions containing dreadfully high death tolls. She had not forgotten the names of those who died even recognising some from the villages she had lived in years ago. 'May their Mourning be short and their souls return to us.' \n\nAs he spoke about the songs meaning, she could hear it replaying in her mind, focusing on the parts he was referring to. \"The uncertainty of life makes the successes sweeter.\" She responded with a kind smile. \"The hymn is lovely, if not narrow-sighted as the uncertainty of life continues until death. Some may argue it grows as we age.\" She paused for a moment, still moving up the stairs before continuing. \"Why do you wear the symbol of Lockaster? It is unusual for a bard to worship the Faceless One.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon shook his head. \"No, no, I do not worship him in particular. Emin and Rueben would be my *Chief* Objects of worship. I don invocations of Lockaster and his subject matter because ... It is fitting.\"\n\nHe looked away. Part of him wanted to give her the other, fundamental reason, but he was wary of sharing it. Not now, with others nearby. Besides, it would be too sharp a turn. Before she could respond, he quickly changed the subject. \"How fares Her Royal Majesty?\" He looked up the stairwell. \"It seems to be that she's somewhat on the rack, which is understandable. Though perhaps I shouldn't be making assumptions about our good queen.\""
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nSiona watched as two men stumbled out of the tavern, jostling and bumping into one another as they laughed at their own drunkenness. She saw as Levi, as he called himself, looked over at them to apprehensively. Siona waited, hoping the men would pass by, and sighed to herself when instead they began to eye up a fourth man, passed out in a corner, (at least, she believed the man was passed out) and Levi spoke to them. \"There is no value on him,\" He explained, trying to shoo the men away. Instead however, the men turned to them, and Siona groaned quietly as they began to argue with, and then pulled a knife on, Arin. \n\nSiona stepped back quickly when the men fell on \"Levi,\" Getting well out of the way as the first man lunged at Levi and in turn was stabbed in the leg and neck. She watched with a mildly frustrated expression as Levi killed the man, knowing full well that now the guard would likely be called. \n\nShe snapped her head up as a second man charged \"Levi,\" Taking him off guard and forcing him to the ground. Siona stepped back once more, thinking over if she wanted to get involved or not, when Levi, blade grasped in his hands, looked over towards her and Marsila and begged for help. Siona waited a moment more, and made up her mind.\n\n.\nWith a quick step forward, she swung her right leg behind herself before kicking with all the force she could muster, the crook where her shin met her ankle colliding into the side of the mans head, knocking him off of Levi. Rather than wait to let him get up, Siona decided to take the initiative, taking a second step forward and raising her foot into the air, and slamming it down on the mans neck one, two, and then three times, before stepping back and breathing heavily. She watched for a moment as the man lay on the ground, but didnt take the time to check and see if he was dead, before she looked at Levi and reached down to grab the back of his shirt and haul him upwards.\n\n\"Come on,\" She said to her two companions, \"We should leave.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nZane didn't get much sleep the previous night, a messenger sent from Angelica asking him to come see her. He had Nero take Robyn back to his room, the drunk boy waving his father off, telling him to go deal with what was happening.\n\nOnce Angelica had informed him of everything that happened, he had quickly snatched Mikhail from his meeting with Bradai and escorted the young man to his room, not paying too much attention to the boy's questions.\n\nMost of the night he stayed by the door, eyeing everyone who walked by, eyes full of distrust. It wasn't until the end of the night that he slipped away, changing and cleaning himself up a bit, grimacing as he saw the bags under his eyes.\n\nWhen they made it to the council, Zane quietly followed Mikhail to Anyanka and Angelica, before he nodded to the two. He idly nodded to Eric as he approached as well, before turning back to the women.\n\n\"Want me to take over?\" Zane asked Angelica, his voice a bit coarse from his lack of sleep."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nVallen, Taemar\n\nThey had been so close to leaving this god forsaken town. No matter how simple she hoped her journey would be, it had already begun with a drunken brawl. She had the best of luck, note the sarcasm. Not once did Marsila think to intervene as she witnessed Arin take on both of the men single handedly, amazed by his strength and precision even though he was coming down from his own toxication. The scent of blood hit her nose immediately when the aggressor was hit through the leg and then his neck. She hadn't expected Arin to murder the man, nor did his companion as he charged towards him with pure rage in his eyes. \n\nHer hands tightened around Romia's reins as she mentally debated whether or not to help Arin. However, Siona made the decision for her as she planted her knee into the man's head, effectively knocking him off Arin. They could have left while he was dazed on the ground, but it seemed the woman wanted to further his injuries by slamming her foot against the man's neck multiple times until he was no longer conscious or breathing. \n\nMarsila was pissed. She wanted to yell profanities towards the two who were to accompany her, hating the fact they had murdered two men. Instead, she bit her tongue. She hated death when it involved humans, only preferring to use her arrows and blade against beasts she had been hired to capture or kill. Knowing Arin would most likely find it impossible to hold onto his horse's rein's with his injuries, Marsila's eyes darted between the woman and Arin's stallion. Mentally cursing the two out, Marsila threw her leg over Romia's back before sliding her body off. She brought Romia towards the woman and Levi before rushing towards Arin's horse and began climbing onto his saddle. The horse snorted disapprovingly before throwing its head back and rearing onto his back legs as Marsila tightened onto his rein while holding onto the saddle with her free hand to prevent herself from falling off.\n\nTurning her attention back towards the two, she silently wished she hadn't crossed their paths. \"Siona, I want you to climb onto Romia, my stallion and you will need to be the one holding his reins. *Levi*, Since you are unable to use your hands, you can either jump behind me or you can ride Romia with Siona. He won't try and throw either of you off unlike this one.\" She ordered while indicating towards Arin's horse who was still giving Marsila some trouble as she sat on his back. \"Now let's leave now before the guards come and throw you two in a cell.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar \n\nArin slowly climbed onto the back of his own horse. He didn't trust the other girl, yet he didn't trust Marsila either. He just assumed she was the better rider based on their previous conversation. When he settled onto the horse he wrapped his cut hands as tight as he could bare. He could feel his eyes starting to close on their own and his head lulled onto Marsila's shoulder. He closed his eyes slowly. \n\n\"I'm sorry.\" He said before drifting off into the inky void."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nVallen, Taemar\n\nWhen Arin chose to ride his own horse with her, she simply shrugged her shoulders in response. Unfortunately Marsila's life just had to become more difficult as the man began to lose consciousness. Exhaling deeply from annoyance, Marsila began to unwrap her coat that covered her body before slipping the material from between the two of them. With great awkwardness, the shifter brought her hands behind Arin and herself so she was able to cover his back with the coat while bringing the sleeves back to her front. Marsila then tied the two sleeves tightly into a knot so the unconscious man wouldn't fall from the horse as they rode, which he would have done so if she had left him limped against her back. Once she was certain her handiwork wouldn't fail her as she swayed her body to test it's strength, the shifter turned towards Siona.\n\n\"Are ready? Just hold on to the reins and Romia will follow. Your only job right now is to not fall off.\""
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nSiona looked up at the horse, breathing out and preparing to climb on. She could ride, though she had never been particularly good at it, and had always been a little nervous around horses. Stealing herself, she gingerly grabbed hold of the reins in one hand and the saddle in the other, and pulled herself upwards onto the horse, Romia it was called. Settling in, she looked back to Marsila and said, \"Lets go.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina smiled, nodding as he admitted to Emin and Reuben being the gods he primarily worshipped. Of course, there could have been other minor gods, but those were merely reflections. Her gaze flickered to the bard's face as he suddenly switched topics without giving her a chance to respond. Perhaps he was uncomfortable lingering on death? Serafina chose to pay the speculation no mind as he continued. \n\n\"People are dying,\" The Wisdom replied simply, \"It is an unbearable burden for anyone. But the burden is not ours, it belongs to the Gods. They will deliver a cure.\" Glancing upward, Serafina inwardly cursed the height of the tower. If Gregor intended on winding everyone so they would speak less, climbing so many flights would certainly do the trick. \"As for the Queen, when one strays from the Gods, it is inevitable that they will experience difficulty and confusion amidst their path. She cares for her people, but her care is vastly outweighed by the Gods and failing to seek their guidance has led to...\" She paused, \"Distractions.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon gave the Wisdom a quizzical look. It sounded to him like she was calling the Queen an infidel. He *Had* Heard rumours, but he hadn't believed them; it didn't make sense to him that she could get away with not being totally pious. It appeared now, however, that she was failing her spiritual duties, and that she indeed was not getting away with it. Was this Wisdom trying to catch her out during her time abroad?\n\n\"I often wonder if I, myself, stray. I am cantilesblood, and yet I forsook my father's business in olive oil so that I could pursue a career in the arts. I once thought that my lesson was that I needed to break away from my father's legacy and follow my dreams. I do much to revere the gods in my art, but am I sinning nonetheless? Or am I still a true cantilesblood if what I sell is an artistic service?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina listened to the bard intently as he spoke of his own life. She noted his misconception that breaking away from a family business was an affront to the Gods. If she were to speak plainly, she would have reminded him that such an insignificant shift in careers was hardly something to catch the attention of the Gods. \n\n\"I cannot speak to your lesson. Perhaps it was to seek your own path or perhaps it is something you have yet to learn.\" She replied, glancing at him with a gentle smile. \"You needn't fear repurcussions for following your dreams. You honour their hand in your life by participating in and sharing the arts with friends, families, and strangers.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Warden Persephoen Timtams-Ramsalot-Thugsby\nThe Castle Grunewald, Front Entrance\n\nBy the time the rightful crown princess of Feyshore rolled into Vallen, she was practically kicking the door of the carriage open. The Wrencrests had taken them down the Great Walk, which served as a great relief. She had spent the past two years walking _back_ from Taemar, after her wedding. By the time she had returned to her home island, another Council of Marin had been called. She had only been home after about five days, and in that time had started to get the feeling that her people weren't doing so hot. It wasn't that they were sick or dying, just that the winter in the first year of her absence had been so terrible that the majority of them froze to death in their homes and beds. Persephoen put her hands on her hips and took in a deep whiff of the sights and smells.\n\n\"I got married here, you know.\" The Warden of Rikkon reached into her satchel and removed a small, golden crown. She placed it snugly on her skullcap, nestled within the thick briars of untamed brown hair. \"It was actually on a beach about six hours from here. I had my wedding in the skeleton of a great whale. An old woman died. If we had done it here?\" She gave a sigh, shaking her head. She looked down at her shoes, shaking her head. She was shaking her head as hard as she could, trying to rid the memory of that fateful day from her frantic, shaking head. She gripped the hair on the side of her shaking head and jostled herself from left to right. After a solid five minutes shaking, she straightened out her back and turned to a Wrencrest servant. \n\n\"And that's how you ma—\" Persephoen watched as the man walked right past her, unloading crates from the backs of the wagons. \"You!\" She said, pointing to the servant. \"Day laborer!\"\n\nThe man turned around slowly, clearly beleaguered by the time spend on the road. \"Yes, milady?\" \n\nA small smirk crossed her face. \"Look closely.\" She instructed, voice dripping with satisfaction and shaky head dripping with sweat. She had about to shake her head for another five minutes before a large hand found its place on her shoulder. She looked up to see her thumb of a boyfriend, six foot five with a corn-fed head that went right into his shoulders. She swooned.\n\n\"Haha.\" Thugsby said, \"Hey babe.\" \n\nPersephoen loved her new boyfriend. This one had hair and object permanence. \"Thugsby, ask the nice man if Nickles Ramsalot is here, and if he is here, what exactly is going to happen to him?\"\n\nThe servant, who had heard everything, didn't wait for Thugsby to repeat the question. Thugsby, not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, asked anyways. The result was two people speaking at the exact same time so that neither could be heard. \n\nPerspehoen shook her head in thought, rubbing her chin with an errant pointer finger. She hmmed briefly. \"Hmm. Very interesting. Very interesting indeed.\" She reached into her pocket and threw a copper coin into the man's chest as hard as she could. The two made their way up the steps to the Castle Grunewald.\n\nThugsby took a knee near his diminutive girlfriend and gave a brainless smile, \"Haha, I'm so excited for this Council of Marlin, babe.\"\n\nPersephoen could smell the dried blood in the entrance way. \"The Marlin is in the building, babe.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Bennard Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nBennard stepped down out of the carriage. \"Thank you, Sigmund.\" He fixed his sky-blue chaperon onto his head before assisting his wife down onto the ground. After her was Ivagneth, but she ignored her father's helping hand, making her own way out into the open air. She turned so that Jade could leap up into her arms. Feineth hurried up to join them; cradling the cat, Ivagneth stood by her and began an exchange of whispers, turned away from her father. Bennard gazed at her vacantly until Adelhayd put a hand on his shoulder, and beckoned to the girls to follow them inside.\n\nThere was a strong theme in the family's choices of attire. Bennard wore black leather riding boots and bright-white hose. His lean torso was dressed in a dark-blue doublet with a high, stiff collar embroidered with silver wings; they sprouted from the buttoned throat and nearly touched at the back. Over the doublet, he had a tunic that, like his hat, was a soft-blue colour, and which was decorated with fluffy white clouds. This same image of a smiling sky continued on his cloak, which was fastened by a sun-shaped brooch of what looked like real gold.\n\nWhereas the house patriarch wore a jaunty firmament, the three present women of the house were wrapped up in night. They wore deep-blue kirtles beneath sleeveless jet-black dresses, which were embellished with captivating patterns of silver stars that had long, swirling arms. As with Bennard's arrangement, their cloaks mirrored the designs, and their brooches were silver crescent moons. These dresses were adorned with neither train nor tippet; they were minimalistic, yet swelling with the eternal beauty of nature, to evoke Bennard and Adelhayd's ideal image of the Witherlands and its culture.\n\nIn terms of the aesthetic designs provided to them by nature, Bennard and Feineth were quintessential Wrencrests. Uncle and niece were both were deathly pale, flaxen-haired, and had haunting eyes the colour of azure. For Feineth, the narrow, elegant features of the Babens blended with these nearly too-fair hues; her mother's tapering jaw, in particular, lent her a somewhat foxlike appearance. Bennard had a long, serious face, with a closely trimmed beard, and a nose that, thanks to a defect that was common in their blood, turned crooked leftwardly at the end. The \"Wrencrest nose\" Had thankfully spared Ivagneth, who favoured her mother with the squareness of her face and the greyish element in her blue eyes.\n\nThey made there way inside. Bennard heard from Feineth that Lady Persephoen had gone off ahead, along with her strange lover. He sighed, making no comment. He didn't care what she did; all that mattered was that his own stayed together, and got something out of the experience. The bog bread they were made to eat before attending the council was, perhaps to the surprise of the servants, a welcome snack to them. Adelhayd explained with great pride that she and Bennard maintained a 'worldly dining table' at home, and that there were few foreign delicacies that could take a Wrencrest tongue by surprise. Bennard gave a satisfied sigh as he bit into the spongy food; something about the texture was pleasing to him after such a long, stiff journey.\n\nAs they ascended the tower to the throne room, Bennard shook his head in dismay. \"I can't believe Lord Marshall isn't here,\" He said to Adelhayd in hushed tones. \"Will they even listen to us without him being present? Our image as a kingdom is tentative enough. Even if some of our acquaintances in Terresol are here ...\"\n\n\"Hush, my love. They'll listen to Sibyl,\" She said, giving him a reassuring smile, \"And Sibyl will make sure our voices are heard. This is our chance to show them all that we aren't just another 'savage clan from the northern wastes'.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" Said Bennard, his shoulders relaxing. \"You're right as ever, dear.\" He patted around one hip, then felt the other, and found the scroll he'd tucked into his belt. He pulled it out and held it against his breast. Looking back at Ivagneth and Feineth, he said with a cheerful tone, \"I'm so thrilled to have you with us, girls. It's said that politicking and managing foreign relations are all part of man's domain, but gods strike me dead, Ivva, if your poor mother doesn't do all the politicking and relation-keeping in our affairs while I, ha, brood and brood in my solar!\" \n\nAdelhayd caressed his shoulder, shaking her head as she giggled. He continued, \"Hull is going to do great things for our house when he's lord, but I don't doubt that you're going to be the hand and face in the duties for which he is not suited, Ivva, much like your mother is with me. You too, Feineth. Duties such as this.\"\n\nThey stepped inside the throne room. A retainer followed behind, carrying three folding chairs. Bennard and Adelhayd surveyed the room while Ivagneth and Feineth tended to their dear feline. They gasped when they saw Spitza standing by the doorway; Adelhayd caught both girls by their shoulders, and Bennard interposed himself between the creature and his family, with wide arms and wide eyes. After a moment of staring at the abomination, Bennard relaxed and affected a laugh. \"A very, um ... A very exotic jester, it seems. My my, Taemarian entertainment, completely offe—upending our foreign expectations. Quite a thing to behold, isn't it, Ivva?\"\n\nHis daughter gave a withering sigh and caught Feineth by the arm, moving onwards into the room. Adelhayd grimaced slightly as she joined arms with her husband, and moved to follow the girls. He stumbled slightly, and gave Spitza a small wave as he stammered, \"Good day to you, sir.\"\n\nOnce further inside, Bennard scanned the room for his liege lady. Adelhayd whispered into his ear, \"Bennard, she's over there,\" Pointing to Anna. She guided them over to the Barrmount, beaming at her. \"Lady Sibyl!\" She called. Bennard stopped short of Anna, swallowing, and whispered to his wife, \"Dell, that's Anna.\"\n\nThe Lady Wrencrest turned almost pink with embarrassment. \"Anna! Lady Anna, of course. Forgive me—you're so like your dear sister! Where is Lady Sibyl? Is she speaking to the king?\" She looked over at the throne, and furrowed her brow when she saw no sign of the woman."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nLeaving Vallen, Taemar\n\nWithout wasting another second, Marsila dug her heels into the horse's flank and forced the horse into a gallop with Romia following closely behind. She leaned her body forward to help maintain balance with Arin passed out behind her, hoping the knot would become loose during their departure. Luckily for the three, the guards arrived at the deceased bodies minutes after, giving them enough time to flee without having to worry about being followed. \n\nThe four of them continued to gallop through the small roads that lead out of Vallen with Marsila leading them. She wanted to start their journey directly towards Ibethiel, as it would be the safest and quickest way to reach Terrasol but she knew Arin would need immediate help in regards to his hands before they became infected. The last thing they needed was him to suffer through blood poisoning and leave Marsila with only Siona to help find and fight the beast. Pressing her lips together until they began to whiten from the pressure, she decided to pay a small visit to someone she hoped would help with their situation. She barely knew the woman, having only met her a few times as she travelled through Taemar. Perhaps she could also help with regaining Arin's consciousness.\n\nTugging lightly against the reins, the horses slowed from their gallop until they fell into a walking pace. It had been almost half an hour since they had left Vallen and she felt it was safe enough to continue on a steady stroll. She knew it wouldn't be useful if they were to exhaust the animals they rode on so early on during their journey. Turning her head slightly to glance towards Siona, she eyed the woman to make sure she wasn't having any issues with Romia before returning her gaze to the front. \n\n\"I know of a healer not too far from where we are currently. Since we will be stuck together, why don't you explain more about your *Abilities*\" She still wasn't sure of this woman and wanted to know as much detail as she could about her. Marsila was unsure if she could trust the woman enough to allow her to know about the youngling Marsila was truly after and was to keep that a secret until she was certain Siona wouldn't attempt to prevent her from capturing the baby owl-griffin after going through the mother."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton \nThe void \n\n*Asleep*"
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh\nTaemar, Leaving Vallen**\n\nSiona felt Marsila looking at her as they rode, slowing down once they had left the city, and snapped her gaze towards her companion, the man, \"Levi\" As he called himself, slumped over onto her back. It seemed Marsila didnt trust her, though Siona couldn't blame her. Not many people trusted those who could use magic, and Siona knew she had a tendency to be rather intense as well. \n\nFinally, after a long silence, Marsila spoke up, telling Siona she knew of a healer who could help Arin, and asking exactly what Siona *Could* Do, which Siona felt was fair. She hadnt exactly gone in depth. \n\nRolling her shoulders back and taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside of the city, Siona looked forward down the road. \"I can control wind and cold,\" She said, \"And I can summon spirits and other creatures, though it requires a significant amount of blood to do so, as well as some mental acumen. I keep vials of blood on me though.\" At that, she lifted her cloak again, and dug around in the leather bag she carried over her shoulder, and dug around, before producing four medium sized vials, dark red liquid inside, and showed them to Marsila. \"Dont worry though,\" She said, smiling slightly to try and break the tension that had grown between them, \"Its my own. I don't use blood from other people. But this way, I don't have to continually hurt myself just to use my magic.\"\n\nSiona did not, however, mention her ability to enter and manipulate other peoples dreams. For one, the amount of set up and preparation required to achieve that was enough that it made it largely impractical if she was traveling. Unless they had days the prepare, it was unlikely she would be able to ever use it. But more importantly, it was not an ability she wanted people to know about. A skill like that could very quickly foster distrust and fear, and there was already enough of that in the rag tag band Marsila had managed to build in Vallen."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema\nTaemar\n\nShe wondered what she meant by summoning spirits and creatures but decided against questioning her further about it. She was impressed to say the least when it came to the woman's abilities and hoped it would prove to be useful if they ever came around to her using it and when she mentioned the use of blood, Marsila's brow raised from curiosity. She turned her body slightly as she returned her attention back towards Siona as she pulled out a few vials from her bag. Thankfully, her shock towards the filled vials didn't last as Siona reassured her that it was in fact her own blood. \n\nMarsila clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth after Siona finished explaining herself in regards to the blood. Romia reacted towards the sound and gave a small trot until the two women were side by side so Marsila wouldn't have to turn to face behind her whenever she spoke. \"No offence but that's disturbing.\" She commented towards Siona carrying the vials of blood. \"But each to their own, I guess.\"\n\nShe remained silent for a minute, drawing the two into an awkward silence before continuing on with the conversation. \"Are you worried about entering a kingdom that is known to be riddled with the plague?\" She questioned in regards to Terrasol, hoping neither of her companions would succumb to the sickness before they found the Owl-Griffin."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon felt a hopeful smile tearing through the dark shroud on his face when she looked at him, absorbing the comforting warmth of her wise words. \"Thank you, Wisdom.\" He looked up the stairs. \"I hope I can help make this a sensible affair through my music.\"\n\nHe cast a furtive look up and down the stairs. With a lowered voice, he asked, \"What is this you say about the queen? Is she unfit? You speak of her as if she is unfit. As if she dishonours the gods.\" When Kallophon had left Terresol for Taemar, he had been tired of discussing Terresolian politics. Much about his kingdom had been filling him with distaste and disappointment; a significant reason for his departure. He longed to be in a fresher setting, to feel the sort of exotic thrill he'd experienced during his time in Ostrava. However, having just met his regent for the first time, he couldn't help but be curious about this strange tension he felt in the air after the Wisdom's comments."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina nodded graciously to this thanks and lifted the side of her dress that caught underneath her foot as they continued to climb. His questions turned her gaze stoney, a striking difference from the warmth she had shown only moments earlier. It was clear the man was interested in what she knew, but Serafina had to weigh her options. Was it worth trusting him with her knowledge or would he betray her at a moments notice? She held her arm out in front of him on the stairs, glancing above and below them, listening for the sounds of footsteps hinting they were not alone. The Wisdom assumed people of relative importance had already made their way to the throne room earlier, but it would be careless not to check. \n\n\"Dishonor is the polite description.\" Serafina replied in a low, soft-spoken voice. \"The Queen is in direct contradiction of their will. Her facade for the people is crumbling. As a bard yourself, I'm sure you were one of many afflicted by Kelwynd's reign, something I assure you would never have happened if Charity had consulted the Gods.\" The woman let her arm fall to the side, catching the bard gaze with her own. \"A false leader should not remain on the throne and the Gods will ensure she does not.\" Serafina began to climb again, her heart beating in her ears after the words left her mouth. \"I trust you will use this information to enlighten the people. Let your song be what removes the blindfold from their eyes. Be the light that pushes through the facade and bring Terresol into the Gods will once more.\" Her gaze softened and she gently grasped his arm. \"You did not stumble upon this Council by chance, the Gods brought you here to serve a higher purpose.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKelwynd's reign—and to think that, for a moment, he'd felt a sunny spell upon his mind. Those two words plunged it into dismal remembrance. He felt his head aching as they all struggled to put on something meaningful with all the creative restrictions imposed by the Syntherionists. He saw Aiolos the poet being paraded around Ianna before they hacked the old man to pieces in front of their temple. He heard agonised screaming outside the city walls and remembered what human fleshed smelled like when it burned. \n\nIt was Charity's fault; that's what the Wisdom was telling him. Kallophon had a habit of trying to find excuses for people, especially women, and he'd often wondered if Charity was wholly responsible, or if she was just a victim of circumstance. Had Charity made the best possible decision, or would it have been better for Sol to be devastated if it had meant a chance of Carney and Caderyn cutting down the barbarian Amaroth-man on the battlefield? Capitulating to Kelwynd had most certainly not meant an end to all the bloodshed, whether or not Charity had intended it to be so. Euphemos had taught him that it was not only useless but harmful to dwell on the doleful \"What-ifs\" Of the past; the only way was forward.\n\nHe glanced at the Wisdom's hand when she touched him, then looked deep into her eyes. He saw no hint of deception. Was it true what she was telling him? Was he an instrument in Saris' great plan for the homeland? The thought threw his mind off balance; he'd come to Taemar by what he'd thought was entirely his own volition, influenced by personal reasons. What if he didn't want to get involved in this? Had he any choice? He often clung to the old heathen ideas of grandeur and individuality, and for a moment wondered if he stood any higher in the divine eye than Charity, but it seemed now that those values might have meant nothing in his destiny.\n\n*One step at a time,* He told himself. \"You would have me defame her, Wisdom?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina watched as the bard's eyes glazed over for a brief moment before focusing on her once more. She wondered what had crossed his mind. While the treatment of Terresolian citizens by the Cult of Syntherion's followers may have been kept from Charity's ears they had certainly reached the Southern Pantheon. Serafina had read the accounts transcribed by Grand Wisdoms and Visions from the time of Kelwynd's rule. They were horrific, but her heart had been lifted by additional accounts showing the unofficial pushback as Physics with hearts softened toward the lower castes had risked their lives to assist. The dead King deserved an eternal Mourning. \n\nShe slowed a bit as light and soft discussion echoed from above indicating they were soon to arrive in the Throne Room. \"The truth is not defamation. Honor the dead by telling their stories.\" She replied simply."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nBradai had sat towards the middle of the table. High Admiral Gitten Maith was to his right, and to her right was Admiral Rhetto Elbaroda, Privateer of the Second Fleet of Tonate Proper. To his left was Ollie, his scribe. The boy took a small case off his lap, and the Pirate King opened it, placing a number of quills, an inkwell, a stack of parchments and edicts, and an empty goblet in front of him. Quietly, he began to arrange his place at the Council. But he could feel eyes on him. From across the table, he could feel the eyes of his ward, Mikhail Durkhan. His mother had suffered an assassination attempt the night before, and a boy's leg was found in the courtyard. He was pleased to see that his Ward didn't walk with a limp this morning. As he straightened out the last of his papers, he looked to the boy, ushering for him to stand and greet him.\n\nWhen he and his men entered the room, it had fallen into a brief and noticeable hush. At first he thought it was targeted, but as the time in the Council room dragged on, the idle chatter and milling about always seemed to stop the moment a new party stepped through the doors. Ollie had been making notes of it in his journal. The courtesans were spying. He watched as Charity Lane stepped through the door, unattended. He pursed his lips. \"Write vhat down, boy.\" Bradai narrowed his eyes.\n\n\"Charity Lane!\" All at once, the Pirate King stood up, waving over the Queen of Terresol. I couldn't 'elp but notice vhat you're alone.\" He looked around the room, searching for the Wisdom. His gaze was considered, but he was not being quiet. \" 'ave you seen Serafina, your Counsellor?\" As he rounded the table, his hand slid across Ollie's journal, ripping the book from his grasp. His fingers found the charcoal between the open pages, and he jotted something down in it absentmindedly as he stuffed it in his overcoat pocket. \n\nAs he closed the distance between them, he spied into the hallway. He watched as two Witherlands savages strut into the throneroom. The girl came in first, her seal leather armor emblazoned with a blue frog. Her manservant followed behind her, a sizable hunch in his back. They blocked the view of anyone else coming in. He held out his hand for Charity to shake. \n\n\"She 'ad approached me wiff some trade deals on your be'alf. I just wanted to talk to you about vhem first. She is...\" He paused, looking towards the doorway again. The Witherlands girl was marveling at the naked doorman. \"She's coming today, yes? I do 'ope vhat you send 'er to me if you see 'er. I fink we should all sit down and 'ave a talk later, about tha trade deal. She's very smart.\" He placed his hand on top of hers, nodded, and moved away to receive Mikhail. \n\n\"Boy.\" He said, eyes narrowed. \"I fink we should speak.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nLord Stafford had joined them shortly after they'd gotten Anya into a seat. She'd managed mostly on her own, the actual use of her arm seemed to be an issue, but Angelica didn't let that be known, making it a point to pull out the woman's chair before Anya could even reach it, and her hand remained firm on the Queen's back until she was seated. Angelica took the seat immediately to her right, letting Mikhail fill the one to her left. \n\nMikhail had a thousand questions, but they paused when Anya leaned over to Angelica, murmuring something in Old Fey that he didn't quite hear enough to catch and then translate. Instead, he did catch the eye of King Maith across the table, not having realized he was staring at the man until he saw a hand raise to summon him. A quick glance to his mother proved she wouldn't collapse on the spot - she actually seemed to be holding herself well, and if you weren't close enough to see how tense her muscles were, you might have thought she was unphased. He rose from his seat, moving across the room to where he had been summoned. \n\nHe expected a brief hello, some sort of casual comment on the council and a repeated request to meet up sometime after todays events so they could speak. He didn't realize he had been nervous for the invitation to meet in the library until it was cancelled, and now there was a bit of a tightness in his chest at what it could have been about. Maith didn't offer more than 'boy' in greeting, and Mikhail felt himself steel. \n\n\"Is it a matter of urgency, shall we step out?\" He asked, glancing towards his mother briefly before returning to the Pirate King."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nThey reached the top landing. Kallophon peered through the door as people continued to move inside. He could see faces both strange and recently familiar. He could spot neither the evil manservant nor the argent-eyed ruler of Astoria, the two people most on his mind at that moment. Besides Charity, of course; he'd lost her as well. He wondered if he'd ever see her again.\n\nHe turned to the Wisdom, and for a moment, he was silent. His kohl-encircled eyes searched hers. Then he pursed his lips, and said, \"I already know what I'm going to play for this room. As for these things you would have me do—these things that the *Gods* Would have me do, as you say—I'll need to discuss the matter more with you if we can. Presently, I think I'm too distracted to make any judgements. Perhaps we could arrange a one-on-one after this meeting? *The Burnt Thistle* Would be a fine, reasonably safe establishment. Or maybe a chamber somewhere in the castle, or somewhere on its grounds, whatever location is convenient.\"\n\nHe leaned closer. \"Though I would love to write some pieces in honour of those lost—nay, *Taken*—in the horror of Kelwynd's tenure, I get the sense that you intend for these songs to be as ... Well, weapons, I suppose?\" His look turned very sober. \"I play to heal people, to better the world. I'm reluctant to make songs that could cause *Damage*. If you can make me confident that that damage is righteous, then I'll follow your suggestion. I *Will* Need further convincing, however. Forgive me if I am being difficult. Perhaps I'm too tired for anything but my well-rehearsed tunes.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nVallen, Taemar\n\nThe Pirate King looked back towards the door, just in time to see the Wisdom enter with a Bard. His brow furrowed. \"Yes.\" Bradai said. \"Somefing is wrong.\" \n\nThe Pirate King quickly spirited the boy away, giving a passing glance to Anyanka. He briefly considered asking him how his mother was, but the answer was plain to see: She was shitty, but not shitty enough to resist another council meeting. I could only assume that their assailant would be brought before them. \"Did you see who attacked your muvher last night? What rumors 'ave you 'eard?\" He spoke loudly as he passed by Serafina and the bard, as if he didn't notice them. \"I certainly 'ope vhat vhose responsib—\" The moment they turned the corners, Bradai began to head down the stairs, putting a hand on the boy to guide him down beneath an alcove. \n\nThe Pirate King's voice grew grimly quiet, \"We don't know 'ose listening to us, but in tha coming days I'm going to ask a lot uff you. You 'ave to be ready for vhem. Tha fings I ask you to do, you might even 'ate me for vhem. I need you to kill tha boy.\" His words were hushed and quick, spilling out of him as he scanned the room for anyone that might be nearby. \"Avoid talking to vhat Wisdom. She's dangerous.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina let her gaze rest on the bard's own as he spoke, unfazed by his words. They were in the public eye now and if she showed anything other than religious support of a supposed concerned citizen it could be used against her. Her eyes briefly flickered towards the Pirate King as he walked past them, speaking rather loudly about an attack. 'Odd.' She thought, thinking it should be kept quiet or dealt with by the victim, who she assumed to be the Duchess Anyanka from the look of it. Had she not met with Bradai the night before, she would have written it off as a mere coincidence, but doubts flitted through her mind like an annoying fly. \n\n\"No need to apologize, I can only imagine the nerves you must be feeling after the dinner yesterday. If you are willing, I would like to pray over you.\" His eyes searched hers for a moment before giving his consent. Her hands moved to rest gently on his shoulders as she spoke. \"May Emin guide your fingers as they create music to accompany the difficulties of this time. The Gods blessing be upon you.\" When she finished speaking the woman let her arms fall to her side with a warm smile. \"I look forward to hearing your song and perhaps more in the future.\" \n\nHaving performed her religious duties, Serafina stepped to the side and moved to where Charity was, opting for a seat behind her current Queen to wait for the Council to begin. Her eyes scanned the room meticulously, making note of each house in attendance and those missing."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nBroken, beaten, and mangled. The Prince rubbed his bloodied stump, yearning for his old leg back. It had been a good leg. A leg that provided him with balance, one that allowed him to express his art with the type of fluidity and elegance that was lost among the other elephantine royals. It was a slight against the gods themselves to tear off his leg. He was quite looking forward to the upcoming trial, expecting to gain a large sum of money as reparations. \n\n\"Will there be spiced sugar tarts at the council?\" Nickles asked Kenmath, who was hemming his left pant leg to accomodate the loss of his limb. \n\n\"Yes, Your Grace,\" Kenmath answered, sewing the last stitch. Nickles smiled contently. \n\n\"Yes, yes. Excellent. I do believe that I will be partaking in the consumption of some spiced sugar tarts,\" He said. He yanked his stump away. \"That's enough. Take me to the meeting. I shan't be late to see the mutt hang.\"\n\n\"Yes, Your Grace,\" Kenmath bowed. He picked the prince up and placed him delicately in a wheel barrow. Nickles fit snugly within, letting his stump hang out the side. \n\nHe was wheeled into the throne room with Kenmath huffing after having to push him up the stairs. Nickles glanced around the room of gauche, bumbling royals. He was better than them and they knew it. He looked at the duchess, who was sporting a bloodied shoulder. \"You could have at least convered that monstrosity up. I don't want to lose my tarts by accidentally looking at your festering wound,\" Nickles commented as he was wheeled past her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nMikhails brow furrowed for half a second before returning to it's casual demeanor. If something was wrong he wasn't going to let anyone know by a worried expression. His mother was across the room, glassy eyed and airing a wound from yet another attempt on her life. The meet fact she was sitting in the room was sign she was trying to show strength, her son showing any kind of weakness wasn't the image she wanted him to portray. \n\nThe Durkhan's, despite everything, just couldn't seem to be killed properly. \n\nHe stepped out with Bradai, well aware of the tone he had taken. He had done it before in the Isles when walking through the Halls, so he knew the game. Appear as an open book about some things to hide another. \n\nAs soon as they were supposedly out of ear shot he leaned in close, listening to what Bradai had to tell him in a rush. \"What boy?\" He asked, not following. He followed enough to know the man was worried, and that the Wisdom he mentioned had to be the one who accompanied Queen Lane. \"What's going on, I feel like overnight I've missed a months worth of information.\"\n\n**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar**\n\n\"I can't wait to watch him hang.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald\n\nKallophon watched the Wisdom drift away into the bustle of the room. For a moment, he felt apprehensive about what she had in store for him. History told that those used as the instruments of revolutions often ended up dead or destitute by the time the endeavour for which they risked it all was done. He imagined a dagger opening his jugular as he watched the cheering crowds, or the convulsions of his body as his cup of morning ale fell with a clatter, the poisoned liquid inside splashing across the tiles. Jazzy's words of warning echoed from the back of his mind.\n\nHe shook his head. Euphemos would be tut-tutting at him for his needless worrying and rumination. Besides, Kallophon wouldn't be plucking a single note for the Wisdom's devices if she didn't follow through and meet him later on. The murdered dead deserved their story told, yes, but doing so would have a powerful, even dangerous effect in the current climate. He needed to be sure if that was a way that he wanted to wield his power. For now, he knew exactly how he was about to use it.\n\nHe strode into the room. Briefly, he considered affecting a smile, but he chose to run along with his theme; an honest expression of his mournful feelings, not only for last night but for the times as a whole. He looked to one side, and then to the other, and froze in place when he saw Spitza standing guard. The sight of the creature's spindly form made him visibly shudder, and he felt his breakfast reconsidering its journey into his stomach. However, something about the Wisdom's soothing words and touch, and the sense that the gods were with him, filled Kallophon with strange confidence. Rather than continuing to quail before the creature, his face broke into a wicked grin.\n\nHis hand rose and gestured towards the gaunt figure. \"Look, everyone!\" He called. \"The scraps from last night's meal have coalesced! Methinks the king should adopt it into his house as a third daughter. That is on the assumption that it is a maiden, of course.\" He stooped down to peer low at it, then pouted, batting his arm. \"No matter, none would be able to tell so long as she wore the right wedding gown. Gregor would surely get a fine dowry from any other royal house were this elegant young woman the offer—arguably a beauty to rival Prince Auburn and Princess Wilhelmina *Combined!\"*\n\nHe pointed towards the two royal children, and, hoping that anyone who could hear him would be directing their attention that way, gave a sharp glare at Spitza. He first presented the creature with the full, glaring length of his middle finger, then bunched his hand into a fist with his thumb wedged between his middle finger and forefinger, before biting the thumb angrily. Anyone who was from Terresol, or who knew of its culture, would recognise that as a gesture of extreme obscenity. \"I'll kill you *And* Your bastard master, you bloody murderer!\" He hissed quietly.\n\nWith that, he checked to make sure his tunic was tidy and walked over the nearest window, where he sat upon the edge of the sill and began idly tuning his instrument, throwing occasional glances at the attendees so he could maintain a vague feel for the room."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The throne room, Vallen, Taemar**\n\nThe throne room had taken a slight air of buzzing anticipation and small talk as more and more people entered. Silence cut through the second any new party entered, but quickly the noise returned. He raised an eyebrow as a noble family sporting a Witherlands crest entered and called out to the woman in white he had noticed before. Sibyl, they said. No. Anna. Elbaroda leaned back into his chair as he looked to their daughter, then to the nooses. *'This isn' th' best place for children t' be righ' now'* He thought to himself before shrugging and turning back to his compatriots. Whether their daughter watched an execution or not wasn't his problem. \n\nHe took a much more vested interest in Queen Charity Lane. Alone, and without that Wisdom Bradai had spoken to the night prior, or anyone else for that matter. If he were being honest, he didn't much care either way for the queen. She was a hell of a lot better than Kelwynd was. His king had mentioned the Serafina woman to the queen. Elbaroda had caught snippets of their conversation, and trade was certainly not the focal point of that conspiratory discussion. He smiled into his chalice of bloodwine as he took a sip. It was hard to tell whether he would sell the traitor out, or cover for her. At any rate, one could say anything about that council, but boring it was not. \n\nThat dialogue was over and a new one with Bradai's ward, Mikhail began. It seemed to be serious because his king spirited Mikhail away in a hurry to discuss something. That was that, he supposed and turned back in his seat. Either he, or Admiral Gitten could easily cover for him until he returned, so that wasn't an issue in his mind. \n\nAlas, there entered the treacherous Wisdom, who stepped by Queen Charity. He had to admire her backbone for not only planning a political upheaval, but also reaching out to his King with the proposition he help her. If she succeeded, good. If not?\n\nOh well. She would certainly be executed for treason. Elbaroda didn't much care for traitors, but he supposed he had to admire her dedication to her gods. He caught Serafina's eye as she scanned the room, and made no other gesture than sipping on his wine. By all means, let her try. After all, scheming was in the job description for nobility, anyways. \n\nThen in came Kenmath with a wheelbarrow, and his blood curdled. Which bog did that vile bastard in it crawl out of? Not to mention his absolutely underhanded comment towards the injured queen. He had the attitude to match his appearance, it seemed. Something about that 'boy' set him with unease. Be it the wheelbarrow, bloody stump for a leg, or the pompous, self righteous attitude. \n\nElbaroda's gaze was averted from him when someone called out from the entrance. A fellow bard by the looks of it. Though his getup appeared rather dreary. The kohl around his eyes, dark attire, and the silver pendant gave the appearance of a man in mourning, which Elbaroda thought was all too fitting for that council. What the bard did next surprised him however, as he insulted the revile figure by the door, king Gregor, and his children all in one fell swoop. \"Ah.\" He tutted aloud. \"He 'as a death wish, i' seems.\" The jokes, while admittedly were extremely funny, insulting the King, much more so his *Children*, residing over the country one is in, is by no means a wise choice, especially for a bard. If the king didn't take it well, there would be no diplomatic immunity for him."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCastle Grunewald, Taemar\n\nHe was unsure if all of the attendees had arrived, but frankly, he did not give a good god damn. He grunted and stood from his chair, sending it flying back onto the ground with a clatter. His hefty palms were planted firmly on the table and his shoulders heaved as he breathed due to his minimal exertion. \"Alright, alright. Pipe down, now,\" He said, without an ounce of decorum. The murmuring guests quieted, some looking at him with offense plain on their faces. His piggy eyes looked away. \n\nSpitza chittered angrily in the corner, staring at the strumming bard. \"Calm, calm,\" Kenmath soothed it, passing his gnarled fingers over its nose. \n\n\"I'm sure it has not escaped even you,\" King Gregor began, looking at the royals, \"That we have a duchess with a bite taken out of her and a boy without one of his limbs. Now, I opened my castle doors to you all with the expectation that you would treat us as honored guests do. Instead, I received no notice of your impending arrival, I lost Zehe to a maniac in one of your camps, my hog dangle was blasphemed, many of you failed to conceal your disgust at the food I served, the Araedian noble disrespected my halls by butchering my guests in the night. Throughout the night, a grand lot of you openly announced your disgust for my kingdom and my castle. Oh, you never want to come back to Taemar? I bloody well didn't invite you in the first place. And *Now*, a few of you have demonstrated *Tardiness*. Where are the Whylder's? We announced quite clearly when the council would start,\" King Gregor fumed. \"You all pride yourselves on your blood status and fine clothing, you think you're the picture of propriety. I've had peasants behave themselves more properly than you lot. I do not think that I was an ungracious host, I do not think that I offended any of you. No, you simply decided not to respect me the moment you stepped into my halls.\"\n\nHe paused, catching his breath. Prince Auburn and Princess Wilhelmina gazed calmly at him. \n\n\"They're full of jealousy and spite, my lord!\" Kenmath cried shrilly from the corner and he continued to try and tame Spitza. \n\n\"*QUIET*!\" King Gregor boomed at his servant. He recollected himself and motioned toward the door. \"We're having the assassin brought in. There will be a trial. As it occurred in my halls, I will have the final say on her fate, though I will take your opinions into heavy consideration. Happy fucking council day.\" He picked his chair back up and sat down heavily with his arms crossed over his substantial stomach. With eyes focused on the door, he waited."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Castle Grunewald\n\n\"A war will upon us. We may discuss it 'ere today.\" Bradai looked up as the throne room boomed with the voice of the Hog King. He was berating them, he was sure of it. He grit his teeth and took a knee, so that they were looking directly at each other. \n\n\"I'm not sure 'ow much of you is really in vhere. I rescued you when I 'eard vhat you were still alive.\" The Pirate King stood slowly, one hand on the boy's shoulder and the other on the wall. \"When I saw you after your arrival from tha Norff I fhought vhat maybe you 'ad changed for tha worse, and vhat maybe tha same fing vhat 'appened to your favher is happening to you.\" The Pirate King stepped up the stairs slowly, and waved from his hip. Through the arrow slits of the spiraling tower, the sun began to crack the film of bloated grey clouds. As Bradai passed them, he threw the curtain across. \"But I doubt it.\" He looked back at him briefly, \"I fink you're a good boy. I fink you're a smart boy, and one day, fink you'll be a King. But good boys don't make good Kings.\" He paused. The boy was right here, but Bradai could feel his ghost still around him. \n\n\"It will be painful and unfair, but I can't stand to see you sitting next to your muvher while she chases after tha man vhat left you. Walking out uff meetings because a Ramsalot and a Romanov attacked 'er. She isn't doing you any great service and I—\" He looked at the boy staring back at him and sighed, placing a hand on his forehead to shield his eyes. When he placed his hands back at his waist, his grey eyes were steeled with resolve. \n\n\"You 'ave my name.\" He felt a weight come off his chest. He brought his voice down to a hush.\n\n\"You carry around my Shitblooded name because I warded you. You are the only Maiff vhat isn't an Islander. I fhought I should strip it when your muvher came to retrieve you, but I did not. I am calling my banners to war, and you are my bannerman. My Islanders will come to my aid, and I will want you vhere. We will win, it will be a quick and simple war, for a just cause that my people support. Do not tell anyone.\" He placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. _\"Kill the boy, Mikhail. Become tha man.\"_ \n\nBradai and Mikhail quickly headed up the last few steps and quietly took their spots at the tables, ready for the first event on the itinerary."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, and Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Tower, Grunewald Castle**\n\n\"Assassin?\" Kirk asked as they sat down after Gregor's outburst.\n\n\"I'm starting to think it wasn't a pig that bled all over the hallway last night,\" Dennon responded.\n\n\"It seems a bit odd, springing a trial on us like this,\" Lucrezia whispered. \"How can an informed decision be made if it only happened last night?\"\n\n\"Why do you care? You're going to say guilty anyway,\" Dennon retorted.\n\nLucrezia beamed. \"You know me so well,\" She said, pinching her husband's cheek.\n\n\"You'd be that careless with someone's life?\" Kirk commented. \"All because you want them to put on a show for an execution?\"\n\n\"It's not *My* Kingdom.\" The queen answered dismissively."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyannah\nGrunewald Dungeons\n\nThe wolf laid against her stomach on the cool dungeon floors for what felt like days. There was no visible view of the skies and not a flicker of light hit the cells to indicate the night had passed. During her time in the enclosed space, the shifter managed to feast herself on the rodents that scurried along the floor. It was difficult at first but Cecilia eventually learned patience as she waited until the wounds on her back and shoulder had fully healed. The pain in her lung however, only diminished slightly. Lifting herself up until she stood, Cecilia looked towards the bars that encaged her and gave her head a slight tilt as she studied them. There was very little space between each bar so there wouldn't be any chance for her bird form to squeeze through like she had hoped and the thickness of the metal made it impossible to tear down in her weakened state. \n\nHer ears perked when she heard the voices and footsteps coming from outside the dungeon before the doors began to open. She could only assume they were coming for her as she was the only being currently locked away in the cells so without giving it a second thought, Cecilia began to shift. When the door opened and revealed a group of armed men, she noted that a few of them were in fact the Pirate King's islanders through their scent along with King Gregor's guards. The shifter didn't miss the silver weapons the islanders carried with them and knew it was futile to attempt an escape while surrounded with weapons that could harm her while she still struggled to breath without causing herself pain. Stupid Heath just *Had* To stab her in the lung and keep the sword there.\n\nShe stood nude as they entered her cell and brought forward chains. Luckily for Cecilia, they were made of iron as the shackles tightened against her wrists without burning her skin. Dropping her shoulders, Cecilia let out a breath of relief. She didn't bother complaining as they began dragging her through the castle with no clothes on her body seeing as the only reason she wore clothes in the first place was for the sake of others around her. Reaching the throne room, the shifter noticed many had already arrived before her and instantly spotted Nickles stuck in a wheelbarrow with his stump of a leg hanging out. She couldn't help the small grin as it made its way onto her lips before instantly disappearing. *How's the leg, Rat?*"
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nThere were murmurs as the naked women was paraded through the room. There was a gruesome scar on her right breast. It appeared that she had been stabbed through her lung. As she passed by, Bradai noticed that there was also an exit wound on her back. He reshuffled his papers in front of him."
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nThe Wisdoms eyes widened as the naked woman entered the throne room and she turned to look to the side, blushing. \"By the Gods, is there no decency here?\" She muttered."
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe council room.\n\nHearing the rustling of chains and thudding of heavy feet, Viola looked to the doorway - only to look away once more (red as a rhubarb) when a nude woman was brought in. How *Humilating*.\n\nSo, without quite thinking, Viola tugged her fine doublet off and stood up, striding over once the parade seemed to be over,\"Have you lot no shame?\" She asked, deepening her voice and faking whatever confidence she could as she fixed the doublet over the girl's shoulders,\"Allowing a lady of any standing to be paraded around without so much of a shift to keep her dignity?\"\n\nWith one last frown she returned to her seat."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The council room, Vallen, Taemar**\n\nElbaroda rubbed his neck as Cecelia was brought into the room. He silently reminded himself to not become a prisoner for the Grunewalds. She didn't look to care that she was naked, but that wasn't what his mind was on. She looked steeled, and he wondered what sort of assassin she was. The Queen's wounds looked as if an animal had taken a bite out of her shoulder. He found it strange that any assassin would try something like that."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald Throne Room, Vallen\n\nKallophon was a little bit disappointed when that splendidly-dressed fellow not only sacrificed a key part of his outfit but put an end to the woman's indecent exposure. He'd hoped to see more of the uptight patriarchy's scandalised quaking and sputtering. Still, he respected the man for his kind heart. With a fiendish smile, he looked over to see King Gregor's reaction."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Warden Persephoen Timtams\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Warden watched as a blushing Azaryan wrapped their cloak around the naked prisoner. \"Thugsby, babe.\" She whispered, watching as the man took his seat right next to her boyfriend. \"Tell the Azaryan that she did the right thing.\"\n\n\"Haha, okay babe.\" Thugsby gave a slow wink and he turned to face the Azaryan. Thugsby leaned over and coughed into his fist in an attempt to win Viola's attention. \"My babe thinks that you're something special. Think about that.\" The couple returned their attention to the prisoner."
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe Council Room.\n\nAt the cough, Viola sat as fair away from the man beside her as her chair would allow her,\"I, well, I, uh, hope she thinks the same for you.\" \n\n*And I do hope that's not catching*, she wanted to add."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nMikhail had stepped out with Bradai, and she was all too aware of her son's movement into the hallway. \"What do you know of that?\" She asked Angelica, who eyed the doorway but didn't respond immediately. \n\n\"Nothing, yet.\" \n\nIt was a good answer, and Anya watched when the pair reentered. She didn't have time to look much on it however, as the shifter entered soon after. She froze, surprised at the chill that ran through her veins at the sight of the shifter again. Almost immediately after rage flickered through her, and the sigils on her arms took to the now-familiar burn of magic in the air."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyannah\nCastle Grunewald\n\nWhen a piece of clothing was laid over her shoulders, Cecilia looked towards the man and gave a small smile as she faked relief. \n\n\"Thankyou.\" She whispered before glancing towards the Duchess she had attacked the night before. She was surprised to see her yet kept any hint of her shock hidden from her features, having believed she would have remained in a bed with others tending to her wound. This would be an interesting trial to say the least as she could see the rage burning through her eyes towards the shifter."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nVallen Taemar**\n\nThe mention of war made his breath hitch, and he wondered if _that_ was the reason for the nasty wound his mother was sporting. Maith took to his knee, and continued. Talking of him in that way, he was all too aware of how uneasy Bradai Maith was around him. He was worried he'd changed - and he had. He was worried he was like his father - and he was. He was trying to say there was good in him still, but Mikhail himself couldn't see past the grave dirt under his nails to see himself properly on a throne. \n\nIn his eyes, his mother would never die. He'd never be king because he didn't _need_ to be. But watching the sun his Bradai's face, he was also suddenly very aware of the years that service had done to the man, and that age wasn't his friend. \n\nHe mentioned having thought of taking his name, and Mikhail swallowed, bracing himself for the confirmation that he would. When it didn't come, his brows furrowed. _You're calling me to war?_ He thought, and before he could even question it the conversation was over and Bradai was ushering him back into the room. He paused in the doorway, feeling shell-shocked at the announcement and the secrecy of it that he was supposed to hold. Bradai returned to the Islanders, and Mikhail moved to rejoin his mother, his silver gaze glassy as he replayed the conversation in his mind, oblivious to the shifter as she entered or the start of the trial."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nThe words spoken in the room fell on deaf ears fo Anna. She was so deep into her thoughts she only only heard background voices all making noise.\n\nThat was, until the naked woman arrived. What kind of *Brutes* Would bring a naked person to the middle of a council? She must have been a prisoner, but even so, she deserved some decency!\n\nWas that the woman they were going to judge?\n\n*\"Oh gods, if they treat prisoners like this...\"* She thought to herself, her stomach churning at the thought."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Bennard Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald Throne Room, Vallen\n\n\"I don't think she can hear you, love,\" Whispered Bennard to his flustered wife, squinting at the deeply contemplative Anna. He gave his wife a quizzical look when she didn't respond and noticed that she was staring in horror at something else. He hadn't seen that look on her face since they'd watched Gareth lose his head at Grand Stead. He followed her gaze and, fittingly enough, she was looking at a pair of nooses hanging from the feeling. Bennard's jaw hung slack. He'd thought this would be a meeting to try and *Counter* The march of death; who could they possibly be executing?\n\nThe family turned their pale eyes to King Gregor as he lambasted the room for their poor behaviour. Bennard felt Adelhayd discretely grip his hand and squeeze it tightly as the king described, to both of their shock and disgust, the events had taken place in the castle the previous day. He heard Ivagneth sigh, and whisper that they should never have come to this 'horrible place.'\n\nBennard's heart skipped a beat at the mention of an assassin and their imminent trial. Why were there *Two* Nooses, then? Was their attempted victim going to hang too for their dishonour? He didn't know what to expect from this madhouse at this point. He saw someone entering the room out of the corner of his eye. Something seemed off about their dress; too pale, too flesh-coloured. He gave her a proper look and saw that she was a dark-haired woman bereft of clothes, with a horrible scar encircling her neck.\n\nHe glanced at his wife, who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Bennard nodded. \"Mm. Well, T-Taemar is ...\" He slurred. His eyes rolled, and Adelhayd yelped as she saw her husband collapse into a heap against the wall.\n\n\"Benn!\" She hissed, then wheeled around to her daughter and niece. \"Both of you go and wait outside! *Now!*\"\n\nFeineth watched Adelhayd pick Bennard up by his shoulders, the lord's face slumping over his chin. \"Huh. Just like Father.\" Ivagneth grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to to the doorway. As they were passing by Cecilia, Jade suddenly started glaring and hissing at her, flailing her claws and nearly scrambling out of Ivagneth's grasp. The Wrencrest girl barely managed to keep the cat under her arm as she and her cousin exited the room and waited on the top landing of the stairs.\n\n\"Manfred!\" Adelhayd barked at their servant as she tried to lift her husband. \"Put down those stools and help me!\" The servant nodded, laying down the folding chairs and assisting her in getting the Lord of Wrencrest into a seat. Adelhayd picked his chaperon up off the floor and put in behind his neck as he sat lolling back against the head of the chair.\n\nShaking her head in near-disbelief, she took a seat between her husband and Lady Anna. Manfred unfolded one of the stools and took his place behind the noble couple. Adelhayd brushed her hair back over her shoulders and ran her hands across the writing equipment laid out before her, her movements full of poise. She looked aside at Anna, who seemed to have returned to them from her thoughts. Smiling, she inclined her head and said, \"I'm glad to see that you've arrived in good health, my lady Anna.\""
},
{
"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nVallen, Taemar.\n\nThe alchemist sat quiet in his chair, leg crossed over the other, arms folded at his front. Lost in thought, Danicos attention was stolen by the booming of the council's host. Listening to his speech, he sighed and glanced around the room at everyone else's reaction. \n\nThe alchemist's attention was once again stolen as two guards walked in a figure he had expected judging by the nooses- though maybe not quite as nude, he watched as the shifter Cecilia was walked into the room. Taking note of the fresh scars across her chest and then on her back, he had thought it looked particularly painful. Right thought the lung. Smart. Whether that was intentional or not didn't matter, he knew what silver scars looked like on a shifter and she was clearly weakened and struggling to breath. Shame. He continued his thought train. She wouldn't get far in her current state. He stared at the shifter in all her sorry state. He never thought he'd see Cecilia looking so helpless. But he knew she'd make it out the other end. She's a habit of not dying."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nHearing her name took Anna by surprise. She jumped a bit on her seat and turned to look at the woman that called her. It took her a moment, but when she realized who the familiar face was, Anna's expression lightened up like a bonfire.\n\n\"Lady Adelhayd!\" Anna threw her arms around Adelhayd, hugging her. \n\nA familiar face from the Iron Plaines, safe and sound, sitting right next to her? She felt a relief like she had never felt before.\n\n\"You're here! Your family is here, oh gods. You scaped Lord Nathaniel? How did the town make it?\" The words blurted out of her lips like an incesant waterfall, barely stopping to breath between questions."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald Throne Room, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd beamed in Anna's embrace. \"Anna,\" She said with a warm, soft chuckle. When Anna asked about how they'd gotten away from Nathaniel, however, Adelhayd's face scrunched up with confusion. She withdrew from the hug and looked at Anna with a furrowed brow. \"What do you mean? Nathaniel was ... He was still in Reaper's Skull when we left.\" She frowned, and her voice turned husky with worry. \"Oh gods, Anna, what happened? Where's Sibyl?\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna's lips pursed as some tears dwelled her eyes.\n\n\"He killed the sick, burned...\" It was hard to recall the events \"Burned the towns, and came with his troops right to our door. In the middle of the funeral\" Her voice got a bit higher \"Sibyl sent me here for help\""
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd recoiled at the horrifying news. She thought of the poor young son she'd left at home, once again caught up in the pointless warring of callous older men. Hulward was more than a tool; she was her *Son*—er scarred, wronged son—and by all the gods of the north, she would march back home and stain the snow red with Vivayn blood by her own damned hand if she had to; there wasn't a chance in the world that he was going to bend that boy back into the fold of war, even against that bloodthirsty whoreson Marshall.\n\n\"All his talk of being the gods' own chosen one, and he can't respect basic tradition,\" She growled, glaring out a window. \"If he presses on northward, I hope he dies in a blizzard like the dog he is.\" Adelhayd sighed, digging her fingers into her scalp as she frowned at her feet. Her eyes darted up to meet Anna's. \"Is he trying to recruit Sibyl and your bannermen?\""
},
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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh\nRoad from Vallen, Taemar**\n\nSiona shrugged, placing the vials back into her bag and looking back up the road. \"I suppose it is a little odd,\" She conceded to Marsila, \"But all the most useful magics require blood, even for a sorceress. And I would prefer to not have to cut myself or take blood from others in order to use magic.\"\n\nShe rode on in silence for a minute along with Marsila, a quiet stretch between their conversation. Siona could tell Marsila was uncomfortable with it, but Siona wasn't too bothered. There wasn't much more for her to say on the matter anyways, unless there were specific questions. \n\nFinally, Marsila spoke up again, picking up the conversation again at a new topic, asking Siona if she was concerned about entering a kingdom where the plague was running rampant. Siona thought about it a moment, unsure of exactly how she felt about it. Finally, she said, \"I'm not sure. But I suppose so long as all of us are careful, and avoid populated areas, we should hopefully be OK.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nRoad from Vallen, Taemar\n\nMarsila didn't fear the plague for herself as she had the ability to never fall ill, however she did worry for her companions. As she took her gaze from Siona and eyed the narrow trail ahead, the shifter spotted the wooden caravan they had been searching for, relieved it hadn't moved since she last visited. \"We're here.\"\n\nDigging her heel into the flank, she nudged the horse into a trot with Romia following close behind until they were close enough to dismount from the horses. Going straight to the knot against her stomach, she loosened the material while balancing Arin against her back so he wouldn't fall and give himself a concussion. \"Emilia!\" She called out, hoping the healer was home as she thought of a way to dismount safely. \"I need your help!\""
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{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Oh you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that\" Anna did her best to contain a smile, as wishing death on someone surely wasn't nice, but this man could be the exception.\n\n\"I tried to ask the king for help, but he thinks Vivayn is a good man and the perfect choice to rule the Iron Plaines. Can you believe it?\"\n\nAnna fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve between her fingers as worry washed all over her once again upon hearing Adelhayd's question. The movements of her lips told she was biting tiny bits of the inside of her mouth. \n\n\"I honestly don't know... But I hope so, that way he... He won't hurt Sibyl, will he?\" She looked at Adelhayd, hoping to hear some comforting words."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald throne room, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd gave Anna a long, far-reaching stare. She could feel her own heart reflecting the uncertainty and trepidation of that of her liege's tender sister. Her eyes and mind turned to the doorway. She pictured her daughter sitting on the cold stone floor around the corner; accompanied by her cuddly cat and her gentle cousin, but no doubt as much hugged by a shroud of loneliness as she had been during their journey.\n\nShe looked at her husband's face. The angular contours, the gentle blue eyes that were starting to reopen, the thin lips often pursed in uncertainty, the ruddy, crooked nose. She'd loved that face from the day of their wedding; seeing it flash with sudden rage the night before their departure had utterly stunned her. *It's your fault she's being the way she is, Benn.* The anger in that thought was softened by the knowledge that he was in acceptance of his guilt; even so, it frustrated her that not even she could get through to their daughter and help her heal more speedily.\n\nSighing, Adelhayd slumped into her chair. She'd never felt so powerless as the functional head of the family. Her daughter was wallowing, her husband was floundering, and her son was in danger of being sucked back into the whirlpool of conflict back home, or simply falling to Vivayn's pointless march of bloodshed. She looked into Anna's eyes; there was another youth she worried she couldn't comfort.\n\n*No,* She told herself. Her family were greater than the struggles they faced now; they were greater even than the shadows that had haunted them for the last three entire years. They were the Wrencrests, and that was a name carved by diligence, elegance, loyalty. Just as she and Bennard had chosen to serve Yaron during the war, Adelhayd would help his daughter as best she could. The Iron Plaines would remain the rightful land of the Barrmounts, and the Wrencrests would be remembered for the part they played in defending their liege lords during their darkest hour.\n\nHer grey eyes met Anna's with steely resolve, and her hands moved to clasp hers between them. \"No. I know he won't, because that isn't how he does things. Trust me, Anna, I've stayed aware of his devices. He ... To him, each of us either deserves to live on under his hand, or die. He would have made that decision about you and Sibyl before he came to your gates, and since he hasn't besieged or attacked you, then he must want to bend Sibyl to his will.\" She leaned closer, her eyes full of earnestness. \"We *Will*—\"\n\n\"Dell?\" Bennard groaned, rubbing the back of his head. He leaned forward in his chair, laying his chaperon on the table and squinting. \"What happened?\" Adelhayd leaned over and whispered into his hear that he'd fainted. \"Oh! Oh, right. I ... Where's Ivva? Oh gods, Lady Anna! Lady Anna, a pleasure to see you, I'm glad you're well.\" He rose clumsily out of his chair and came around to bow before her. \"Where's Lady Sibyl, might I ask?\"\n\nAdelhayd touched Anna's knee and gave her a very grave look, mouthing *Don't tell him about Vivayn.*"
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nLord Bennard rose from his momentarily indisposure, and Anna opened her mouth to explain the whole situation to him. Adelhayd's gesture made Anna frown.\n\n\"Lady Adelhayd, he must know...\" Her voice was soft as she put one of her hands on top of the hand Adelhayd had on her knee \"It's our home. And I will talk in a short time about it, to ask for help from the council...\"\n\nWhy would she want to keep it a secret? Why would-\n\n*Oh*\n\nLooking around, she noticed the absence of the rest of the family."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Pirate King pursed his lips, looking up from his stack of papers. Lazily, the feather of his quill was pointed towards the woman. \n\n\"Can anyone tell me _why_ we 'ave a naked woman in our Council room? Are we just going to let 'er stand vhere while we all gawk at 'er and cover 'er in our robes to show 'ow tolerant we are uff vhis event?\" \n\n\"Me brother be true on this.\" Gitten Maith stood and addressed the freshly robed woman, \"What did ye do, girl? We should make it quick, whatever tha punishment may be.\""
},
{
"author": "shadowelisha2826",
"message": "**Anonymous Council Attendees Off To The Side\nGrunewald Castle Throne Room**\n\n\"What's all this *We* Nonsense about the naked woman as though each of us had a hand in this? She's not the prisoner of all of us.\" Someone called out.\n\n\"We don't even know why she's here!\" Said another.\n\n\"It's the islanders that have her in custody. They're all savages.\" Said a third."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai would have said that his men were only there to keep the peace, because the great Hog Oaf Gregor Grunewald was too poor to afford any guards, short of the shambling mess of pale flesh in the corner. He would have also said that he had never met a guard whose main concern was to bite and threaten the same people he was supposed to protect. He would have linked a lack of any semblance of order to the multiple assassination attempts. He would have suggested for Gregor to pry open his coffers, go down into the city to hire a homeless man to carry a pike and walk around his castle, because even _that_ would have provided more peace of mind. He would have said that without the Islanders, they would have all been slaughtered in their beds by morning. \n\nInstead, Bradai took a sip of water. \"Anyanka Durkhan was attacked last night and is seriously wounded. Was anyone vhere to see it?\""
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nGrunewald Throne Room**\n\n\"Where did it happen? I saw some blood on the floor in the hallway outside my room. I had assumed it was just that bloody pig someone had dragged through the hallway to get it out.\" Dennon asked."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "First Admiral Gitten Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Pig?\" She snorted. \"A bloody pig.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen Taemar**\n\nBradai spoke up, and Anya found herself thankful for the man having done so. \n\n\"As far as I know,\" She started, clearing her throat and closing her eyes to let the pain of that motion pass. \"Sir Heath Romanov, Myself, the woman before you, and the Ramsalot\" She nodded to Nickles in the wheelbarrow. \"We're the only ones there. Lord and Lady Stafford arrived after, so I'm told, but I was out at that point.\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle throne room, Vallen\n\nHer chatter was interrupted by the start of the council. Anna looked at the islander that spoke to everyone and centered her attention on the council, swallowing hard. This was it.\n\nThey spoke of an attack. An attack last night? She only knew about the attack to that *Inmortal*, Nickles. Did the wolf attack a woman too? No, it couldn't be, they said the naked woman did..."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai addressed Anyanka, \" 'ave you ever met vhis woman before?\""
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald throne room, Vallen\n\n\"Bennard, sit down,\" Said Adelhayd. Her husband frowned as he took his seat.\n\n\"What's going on?\" He asked, looking around.\n\n\"The present subject doesn't concern us. Do you have the scroll?\"\n\nBennard looked down into his lap and blanched. \"Bollocks, no!\" He cried in a whisper. \"I must have dropped it.\"\n\nAdelhayd pursed her lips. \"Try to ... Try to find it, but be discrete. We can't look like fools.\"\n\nBennard nodded. He began a slow, awkward endeavour of trying to feel the scroll with his foot without anyone noticing."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Castle Grunewald Throne Room**\n\nHe seethed at the underhanded jab at the Islanders from the Attendees from who knows where. Typical mainlanders. He wanted to retort with his own words to them, but seeing Bradai keep his cool, he did so as well. Best not to fuel the fire. \n\nHe turned his attention back to the woman in the center. There had been witnesses which said she did it, never mind the *Ramsalot*, which he could have sworn were all killed during the Fall. He crossed his arms and decided not to speak up as per Bradai's orders"
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen Taemar\n\n\"I don't believe so? She was chasing the Ramsalot down the halls, Sir Romanov intervened, and she threatened to kill everyone he loved if he stopped her.\" She paused, looking to the shifter. \n\n\"I blinked and the woman had transformed into a wolf. She attacked me, and tossed me across the hall. I blacked out after that.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"So 'e chose Nickles Ramsalot over you?\" He took another sip of water from his goblet. \"Better late vhan never to start vhose Knightly vows.\" \n\nThe men behind him contained their laughter."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I am Dame Clarabella Cooch and last night, my leg was visciously torn off by that beast before you!\" He announced, waving his stump out of the wheelbarrow and pointing a finger directly at Cecilia. \"She is of the old fey, of the Oldshore. She attacked my father before me and his father before him... The Duke Cooch's, that is to say,\" He said, stroking his fingers up and down his neck. \"I propose we press her betwixt two stones until dead.\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle throne room, Vallen\n\nThe words spoken by Anya left Anna speechless. \n\n\"*Arabella?*\" She muttered under her breath, staring at the naked woman. It wasn't possible..."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald throne room, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd gave Anna a sidelong look. \"What was that, my lady?\" She whispered. \"Do you know her?\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nOllie stood up from his seat, craning over the table to see a one legged freak, smeared with makeup and in a soggy pink bog dress, lounging in a wheelbarrow. He inspected him for about ten seconds before sitting back down.\n\n\"You are clearly Nickles Ramsalot.\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The throne room**\n\nHe leaned forward and his head snapped to the woman in the room. *Transformed into a wolf?* A *Shifter?* Elbaroda thought them to be a myth. A bedtime story his father told him to behave. He couldn't believe it, yet there were witnesses to the fact. *\"By th' Tides\"* He whispered to himself. A shifter, and now *The* Nickles Ramsalot. Up to that moment he was sure he had seen it all, *Clearly*, he was wrong"
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\nKallophon finger twitched in shock, plucking a loud, sudden note from his lyre. *Nickles Ramsalot? Here?* And a shifter as well? Kallophon had always thought they'd look like ferocious mountain folk, with the women barely distinguishable from the men. She looked ... Reasonably normal, to him. His innate tint of chivalry told him that executing a woman was a step too far in any context, but he accepted his lack of power in the situation."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle throne room, Vallen\n\n\"It's a long story...\" She whispered back to Adelhayd.\n\nAnna's eyes went wide when she heard the name Nickles being claimed.\n\n\"The inmortal!\" Did she say that outloud?"
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"The _immortal._\" He corrected."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle throne room, Vallen\n\nHer face turned 10 different shades of red as she realized her mistake. *In public. Amazing*\n\nIt had been too long since she spoke with people outside of the Witherlands"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Romanovs watched the council room erupt into disorder through half lidded eyes. Queen Elle sipped on her wine in order to conceal the sneer of disgust that graced her noble features. \n\n\"Cecilia Lyannah attacked the duchess last night. She claimed that she was *Paid* To commit an assassination attack,\" Sir Romanov spoke, \"King Bradai, as you are known for employing her for just that in the past, you are more than aware that it always goes awry.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I remember Vronti Kelwynd employing 'er on me at tha last Council to try and assassinate me. And Kron Falke sending 'er to assassinate me in my 'ome a year later. I remember vhat she 'as a particular distaste for me. It seems like she was paid to take me out again. Fortunately, she didn't get tha chance. I suppose I 'ave you to fank, sic'ing 'er on your good friend Duchess Durkhan to protect Dame...\" He looked through his notes, avoiding the gaze of the boy in the wheelbarrow. \"Clarabella Cooch. I suppose we can always count on a Romanov to shift blame and for a Ramsalot to support it.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nGrunewald Castle Throne Room, Taemar\n\nDemetri smirked beneath the edges of his facade.\n\n\"Why have we continued to allow this assassin to attend these councils?\" He shouted from his seat after tapping a cane to the floor."
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe courtroom\n\n*A shifter*? Viola had never met a shifter in person before and she was struggling to hide her curiosity. Her fingers twitched with questions against the leather of a notebook and her knee bounced beneath the table.\n\nHer head was swarming so much that she almost missed the fact that the wheelbarrow-bound child was *Nickles-fucking-Ramsalot*."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ollie\nThe Council Room\n\nOllie looked up from his notes, addressing Lord Troiarus. \"To be fair, she really is quite a terrible assassin. Four out of the past four assassination attempts on His Grace have resulted in failure. It doesn't seem wise for _anyone_ to hire her.\""
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer and King Dennon Bigsby\nGrunewald Castle Throne Room**\n\n\"Nickles!?\" Lucrezia said with angry shock.\n\n\"Let's not indulge in childish games.\" Dennon tried to cut off his wife's temper. \"This little girl is clearly not Nickles Ramsalot. Wouldn't he be in his early 20's by now?\" He was silently thankful she had paid no attention to the mention of a shifter."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nCastle Throne Room\n\nCecilia simply stood as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Even though her life was on the line, she couldn't help but feel amused as the nobles and royals argued amongst each other. However when they began questioning her ability as an assassin, her jaws clenched tightly in anger."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\n\nBradai pursed his lips, \"Vhere is _no_ 'ouse Cooch. I didn't fink I 'ad to say it, but vhere isn't a 'ouse Cooch anywhere on your continent.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nHeath raised his eyebrows, bemused. \"That is a strong accusation for someone who has yet to be presented with the facts of last night. I did not *Sicc* Cecilia on Duchess Anyanka. I suggest you refrain from becoming irrational this early on in the council. You've already made two derisive comments toward me, not five minutes in to the beginning of the meeting,\" Heath said. \"I apologize if I've made you *Angry*.\"\n\n\"Yes, it is quite inappropriate,\" Queen Elle said with a frown. \"I have not insulted your rowdy court of shitbloods, so please hold your tongue of personal attacks due to the undying grudge you hold against my brother.\""
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nThrone Room**\n\n\"Then how did she get to the dinner? Someone must have brought Dame Clarabella here.\" Dennon said."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I am the Dame Clarabella Cooch. I reside in Grandstead. I have rubbed shoulders with House Carter, they would vouch for me.\""
},
{
"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "\"No the fuck we wouldn't!\" Marshall yelled, from another Kingdom."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Pirate King gripped the edges of the table, unsuccessfully hiding a widening smile. He nodded to Dennon, \"Anyone? Anyone from 'ouse Romanov? Any one of you? Could any of you answer vhat question? Or should my rowdy court of Shitbloods do it for you?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Queen Elsinore Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I brought the dame. She hems my gowns,\" Elle said with a mild shrug, \"She has not done anything wrong here. She is a mere victim of the shifter.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nHe wrote down Elle Romanov's name, nice and large, at the top of his list."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Council Room\n\n\"If only someone from House Carter had shown up to vouch for me. No matter, next year, we shall clear this up.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams\nThe Council Room\n\nThe girl produced a jar of jam, setting it on the table. It was Millicent."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle throne room, Vallen\n\n\"E-excuse me, Dame Clarabella Cooch, but my house is one of the loyal houses sworn to the Carters and haven't heard such a name ever\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\nHis anger surged with every word out of the nobles' mouths. They were talking in circles, accusing one another with every strike of their tongue, and wasting everyone's time. \n\n\"ENOUGH!\" He shouted, pounding his fist hard on the table and splintering the wood. \"I do not give **A DAMN** WHO BROUGHT DAME CLARABELLA COOCH. THIS IS A TRIAL FOR THE NAKED WOMAN WHO ATTACKED A QUEEN!\" He breathed heavily and pointed a finger at Maith. \"No personal attacks!\" He then pointed at Elle, \"NO more interruptions!\" \n\nKenmath swooned in the corner, falling into Spitza's arms. \n\n\"This bloody trial will last forever if you keep this up. The fucking council has yet to begin. Your people are dying in masses of the bloody plague and you're all wasting time on arguing over a little, gimpy girl!\" He said. \"Clearly we have multiple witnesses to the shifter's attack. She's fucking guilty, so decide on her punishment and be done with it. *FUCKING HELL*.\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna flinched in her seat at Gregor's scream"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I've never heard of your shit house, either,\" Nickles said to the meek northern girl."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald throne room, Vallen\n\n\"Children,\" Adelhayd muttered, shaking her head."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Aye.\" Bradai said, wiping his hands on the legs on his pants. \"Any opposed?\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nInfuriated as fuck, Vallen\n\nAnna hit the table with her fist as she rose from her seat, her face red with anger.\n\n\"You will not slander House Barrmount like that in my presence, you bog looking liar!\"\n\nShe froze when she realized her outburst."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nThe Council Room\n\nVex slowly removed his hood and stood from his seat in the middle of the crowd. \n\n\"Then perhaps, Your Grace.\" The relatively lithe man. \"I may offer up a solution.\" He called directly to the king.\n\n\"In the midst of this chaos, allow my organization to offer a way out.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Council Room \n\n\"Sit down, you are out of order,\" Nickles waved her off. \"House Fartmount is hardly a true house.\"\n\nKing Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Yes, please, offer your solution,\" Gregor said to Vex, leaning back in his chair. \"We fucking need it.\""
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCouncil Room\n\nAdelhayd followed Anna in her indignation, putting a hand on her lady's shoulder. \"Aye. I pity those who are so ignorant and peripheral that they haven't heard of our honourable, storied liege lords.\" She applied a small amount of pressure to Anna's shoulder, beckoning her to sit back down."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd's hand stopped her next outburst. She looked at Adelhayd and then back at Nickles.\n\n\"Hardly a true house you say?\" She tried to keep her composture \"Well I hope nobody asks someone from House Carter about *Clarabella Cooch*. Would be a shame if your poor excuse of a cover got blown out, wouldn't it Nickles?\"\n\nShe sat back down as her knees trembled. It was the first time she did somethimg like this, but also the first time she was so angered by something"
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nCouncil Room\n\nKallophon couldn't help but smile. After all his concerns that he wouldn't be able to scratch up for this, he saw now that most of these esteemed royal were children in adult bodies, and likely as malleable as clay in the hand. As he surveyed the chaos with a hopeful smile, his dark-lined eyes fell upon a jar. For a moment, he squinted at it in bewilderment, then wretched. \"By Rueben's bollocks, is that a foetus?!\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Council Room\n\n\"PLEASE, ask House Carter! It's all I ever wanted,\" He said, throwing his hands up and applauding her."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe Council Room \n\nCecilia felt a cool shiver crawl up her spine as a man spoke out in regards to having a solution. The feeling in her gut caused the amusement of her situation to vanish. In hopes to distract herself, she glanced towards Anna who fought with Nickles and reached out towards her mind in attempt to once again communicate with her. *Anna, don't react or listen to his torments. It will not look good in front of the council nor will it help your case.*"
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe council room.\n\nViola sunk further and further down in her chair, forgetting all courtly manners she has been taught as the room buzzed with qwips and anger. \n\n*Fuck me gently with a long sword this is excessive*, she thought"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nThe knight closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to ward off his ever-growing headache. \"This is the last time you drag me to a council meeting,\" He muttered to Elle. Queen Elle was pink with blush, astounded that King Gregor had shouted at her in front of everyone. \n\nHeath saw the familar fetus in a jam jar get placed on the table and was immediately reminded of the mental torment he endured back in old Fesyhore. He leaned his head back and sighed heavily into his hands."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nThe Council Room\n\nVex rolled his shoulders, the large raggedy cloak that covered the majority of his frame fell back into his seat. The frame however wasn't what he was hiding. Underneath his glorified blanket was a set of ornate armor.\n\n\"Your Grace,\" He bowed, \"Esteemed Council members.\" He began before waiting for the outburst to calm.\n\n\"I am Vex Gresham, Paladin of the Order of the White Rose. I came here to address the council on behalf of my Master, Genn Servius. We have discovered the origin of this plague.\"\n\nHe paused again to let that sink in.\n\n\"Furthermore I have discovered the locations of the people responsible. They reside here in Taemar. If you wish for this...\" He looked Cecilia up and down, \"Thing. To be put to Justice. Then why not kill two birds with one stone. I came to request a task force from Your Majesty. But why not use this monster in place of your own men?\" Vex finished by bowing his head to Gregor once again."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nThere was Arabella's voice again. So she really was the woman! SHE COULD CHANGE HER BODY.\n\n\"B-but... They...\"\n\nShe took a deep breath, resignated.\n\n*\"Okay but after Vivayn they're next on my list\"* She thought, hoping Arabella would hear her"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Castle Throneroom**\n\nHe was for the most part sitting back and letting the nobility argue amongst themselves. It was *Clearly* Nickles, and he didn't know why he was persistent with that Cooch mess. Up until the fetus in a jar was brought up by the other bard. His head whipped around to the jar, and sure enough, there it was. Why on the actual hell was there a fetus encased in jam on the council table?! Retto had seem a lot during his time on the sea, but for once he could feel himself gag. \"Tha's jus' vile\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams\nThe Council Room,\n\nShe grimaced, sliding the jar across the surface of the table and back underneath her chair."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nDistracted by the new man's words, her anger slowly dissipated as she listened to him with close attention. *The origin of the plague...*"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nHe dropped his hands and looked to the man that announced himself to be a paladin. Genn Servius had married Heath and Lady Gabriella. He had never been a fan of the paladin fuckers."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai fell back into his seat, allowing the Paladin to have the floor. If they were really right about the origin of the plague, he had no complaints. He thought briefly of the Grand Crusader. With everything going on in Northwind, was he really still around?"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\nThe king grinned widely at Vex's words. \"Finally, some good fucking news,\" He said with a laugh. \"You, Bard boy, play louder!\""
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe Council Room\n\nViola looked up from the table, eyes wide and fingers tightening on the spine of a journal.\n\nThe origin of the plague? Surely she would not have to rip up her research so soon in the day."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Dell, I found it!\" Bennard announced with a beaming smile as he held the scroll aloft. He looked over at Vex, and added in a low voice, \"Assuming they'll still care to hear it.\" \n\n\"I'm sure, Benn. Why don't you go up to the king and tell him?\"\n\nBennard gave King Gregor a frightful look. He swallowed, and slowly stood out of his seat to make his way to the king's throne. In decent Taemarian Commontongue, he greeted each member of the family. His actual words, however, showed a lack of confidence, and he stumbled several times as he spoke . \"Your Royal Highness,Your Royal Highness ... Your Royal Majesty, I have some notes on the handling of the plague in the Iron Plaines. I intended to read them for the gathered royalty, so as to inform people of our latest findings, as well as the reality of the epidemic for the common folk, with whom I am very well acquainted. In my own realm, at least.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Read what you must.\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna unconsciously grabbed Adelhayd's hand out of nervousness as she saw Bennard approach the royal family. Maybe his investigation would help her cause"
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nCouncil Room\n\nThe Paladins. Cecilia knew enough about them to have the colour drained from her face as her head whipped towards the man who called himself Vex. She did her best to hide the fear from her features, feeling her jaw click to the right of her face as she tightened the clench against her teeth. \n\n*At least your girlfriend and yourself will get your wish. They know how to kill a beast like myself.* She snapped towards Heath mentally, angered that he continued to betray her. Her hands curled into fists as she thought about making an escape, knowing the chains that secured her wrists wouldn't be too much of a hassle to rid herself of. Unfortunately she suspected Vex wasn't alone. She was fucked. \n\nPerhaps she should have murdered the duchess rather than throw her against a wall with a wound she could recover from. It seemed to the Shifter it would have ended all the same for her regardless."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nHis head was filled with the disturbing hiss of Cecilia's words, prying his attention away from the Paladin. He looked to Cecilia, who had paled at the announcement of a paladin in their midst. *I never wanted for you to die. You are the one that hurt Anyanka for some anonymous patron.*"
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nThe Council Room\n\nThe shifter rolled her eyes towards his comment about not wanting her death. *YOU could have avoided it but you chose to protect Nickles. I could have gone for her neck but no, I decided not to kill her and instead chose to get her out of my way.* She did her best to calm her emotions as she spoke, feeling her anger rise as she fought to contain herself from shifting in front of everyone. *I hate you. Perhaps death would be better than having to look at you for another second.* \n\nWith that, she tore her gaze from Heath and forced herself to glance towards the ground so she would be able to focus on preventing an unwanted shift. It was painfully difficult to do so, fighting against her nature to remain human and not tear out the throats of those closest to her."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nCouncil Room\n\nThe floor was stolen from him as quickly as he'd seized it, but he didn't sit back down. Instead Vex folded his arms and leaned against the beast's cage, admiring the dirt beneath his fingernails.\n\n\"You know it's rude to talk about people behind their backs.\" He murmured to the side of him, flicking a fleck of crust away. \"You creatures can speak English, can you?\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe Council Room\n\nShe kept her glare towards the floor when Vex neared her and spoke. \"Fuck You.\""
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nAdelhayd's chair scraped gently against the floor as she pushed it back. She stood to her full height of five-feet-and-five-inches, yet the aura of elegance that hung around the slight lady seemed to make her nearly a head taller. Adelhayd fixed her skewed cloak around her legs and then raised her hands to brush her free locks of pale, brown hair back behind her shoulders. For a moment, she silently regarded the room with her grey, expressionless eyes.\n\nThe moment she found an opportunity to be heard above all the ruckus, she rose her palm. \"Your Royal Majesties,\" She said with a courteous but well-projected voice, \"If I may interject. I am Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest, and my dear husband over yonder is Bennard, Lord of Wrencrest Hall and the City of Wrencrest in the Iron Plaines. Lady Sibyl is indisposed by circumstances which I would have addressed later on in these discussions, but until then, I would only ask that the utmost respect be shown to my lady Anna.\n\nAdelhayd nodded towards Cecilia. \"My lord and I cannot, I'm afraid, make any contribution to the matter of this woman's guilt. However, I feel that I am not alone in my bafflement over *This*.\" She lifted a finger to indicate the two nooses. \"Two ropes await the guilty, and yet we have only one established accusee. Who is the second?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Eh?\" He looked to the two nooses. \"Why, Kenmath can't count,\" King Gregor shrugged. Kenmath dropped his head in shame and rubbed his nose with the back of his wrinkled hand."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I see. Thank you for clearing that for me, Your Majesty.\" She looked to her husband, who gave her a nod. \"Momentarily, my dear lord will read aloud a document written by our most learned physicians in Wrencrest. It concerns what we know about the plague, and how it is affecting the common folk.\" She sat down. Bennard gave the document a preparatory read, trying to gather his courage."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Admiral Gitten Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nGitten had been invested when they were discussing what to do with the girl, but now some feminine Northern lord and his browbeating wife were talking about the health of their people. She didn't even know where Wrencrest was. \n\nShe sighed loudly and placed her forehead on the table."
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, and King Dennon Bigsby\nThrone Room**\n\n\"Is their name Wrencrest, or are they from Wrencrest?\" Kirk asked quietly.\n\n\"Who cares?\" Lucrezia whispered.\n\n\"I thought they said Wrenquest,\" Whispered Dennon."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nStray comments reached her ears, and Anna made use of all of her willpower to stop herself from shedding a tear. She knew she was right, no one here cared about the north; but hell, was it hurtful to confirm."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nVallen Taemar\n\nAnya raised a brow, the conversation had moved so quickly she felt she was getting whiplash. \n\n\"Can we focus on one topic at a time here?\" Angelica spoke up, gesturing to King Gregor. \"King Gregor proposed a punishment to be decided for the attack of a Queen. I'd personally to see that followed through so we can remove the beast from the equation before continuing on with more important matters.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \n\nShe quickly raised her sight towards Angelica before whispering into her mind. *Bitch*."
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nThrone Room**\n\n\"Isn't she just a Grand Duchess?\" Kirk asked aloud."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nCouncil Room\n\n\"Then cast your vote to hand the beast over to me.\" He was growing impatient."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen Taemar\n\n\"Putting her in your hands doesn't guarantee she pays for what she's done. For all I know she slips from your grasp as soon as she's outside of these walls.\" Anya noted."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nHe would be lying if he said that Cecilia's words had not stung him. He wondered if those would be her last words to him. \"She should be given a chance to plead her case before it is decided that she should be executed,\" Sir Heath said. \"She injured a duchess but she... Uh... Didn't kill her,\" He said, frowning at how it sounded. He looked over at Cecilia, trying to meet her stubborn eyes. \n\n\"Heath...,\" Queen Elle murmured a warning, passing her eyes over the other council members. She quietly willed her brother to stop trying to save the sub-human. \n\n\"Why did you come here? Why were you hunting a child?\" He asked Cecilia."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCounct room.\n\nMikhail tensed when Heath spoke up, Bradai's comment about _He chose Nickles Ramsalot over you_ ringing through his head. Now, it seemed the Romanov Lord was doing it again, but this time shunning his mother for the creature that tried to kill her. \n\nHis eyes moved to Bradai, his jaw clenching crookedly, all too aware of the way his mother stiffened at his side."
}
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{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe Council Room\n\nWhen Heath spoke for her, Cecilia furrowed her brows in confusion as she stared towards the ground. She didn't know how to react. Perhaps he was just as confused with his actions, knowing the two of them had a long history yet she had threatened his family and injured his Mistress. When he began questioning her motives, Cecilia slowly shook her head while exhaling deeply before raising her gaze until they met his. \n\n\"How long have you known that *Child*? More than than two decades? Probably since he was born? That hardly makes him a child. In fact, he is a killer just like myself. He is no longer wearing a disguise yet you are all too blind to see who he truly is. I was doing you all a favour by taking his leg.\" She responded before casting her gaze towards the rat. \"He stuffed his own foetus sister in a Jar. Doesn't that say a lot about his own character? He has just as many bounties on his head as I do on mine and what was he doing when the Duchess got attacked? She got attacked because he used her as a damn shield!\" \n\nTowards the end of her small speech her voice began to raise until she was close to shouting."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I am eleven years old,\" Prince Nickles piped up, \"Perhaps younger now that you've taken off the better part of my leg.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nThe Council Room\n\n\"You have been Eleven years old for over a decade! How is that even possible?! You should be twice that age by now.\" She argued back."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCouncil Room\n\n\"He did step behind me and grab my legs to put me between himself and the shifter.\" Anya confirmed, although quietly."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nCouncil Room\n\n\"And a poor meat shield you were,\" Nickles tutted at Anyanka."
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nA Trial With The Worst Defense He Had Ever Witnessed**\n\nDennon rubbed his brow using a free hand with his eyes closed, listening to the girl confess to being a murderer at a murder trial before leaning over to whisper in Kirk's ear. \"If I ever met Dack again, I was going to tell him that he wasn't the last shifter, that I had found a female of his kind, but I'm getting the feeling this one will be dead before we ever get back to Ibethiel. No wonder they're going extinct.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCouncil Room\n\nHeath blinked as Cecilia confessed to being a killer. \"Well, it seems she did not intend to kill Duchess Anyanka. She should be sent off with the paladin as punishment,\" Heath said with a shrug. \"Watching an execution hardly seems like a priority for this meeting and the paladin offers a fine solution. I have no doubt that he can handle her.\""
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nThrone Room**\n\nKirk leaned over to whisper back. \"They called her Cecilia. Isn't she the shifter Cleburn wrote about in his journals?\"\n\nDennon's eyes shot open and stared at the accused woman."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nCouncil room. **\n\nAngelica tensed. \nMikhail tensed. \nAnyanka blinked, and her brow furrowed deeply \"She said she would start her murder spree with me, Heath, the intention was _very_ clear!\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nThe Council Room\n\nShe rolled her eyes for the millionth time today when Anya spoke. \"I lied. Why do you think you're still here in this room with a heartbeat?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCouncil room.\n\n\"The same reason Bradai is here: because you've got shit aim.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nCouncil Room\n\n\"Bradai is constantly surrounded by his Pirates and Silver. You on the other hand? That would have been too easy but I didn't.\""
},
{
"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nVallen, Taemar just before the trial started\n\nCharity was quite surprised when the Pirate King approached her so casually. While she certainly respected Bradai Maith, she'd also made her dislike for the man very well known. The fact that the Wisdom accompanying her was also making deals with him was rather strange, but perhaps she was taking initiative with and offhand comment Charity once made, \"A talk between the three of us would do well. I had actually wanted to speak to you about trade and another proposal anyway so this works out quite well.\"\n\n\nCharity Lane\nVallen, Taemar now\n\nIt had been some years since Charity had seen Nickles Ramsalot two Councils ago, but she could be sure this Clarabella Cooch was Nickles through and through. Between Nickles appearance, a fetus, and personal attacks this trial was more of a farce than Nickles' trial.\n\nA mention of an origin to the plague caught her attention, but she couldn't help but feel like the information was soon buried under an avalanche of more farcical trial."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\n\"You were not her intended target,\" Heath said, \"I'm thankful that she did not murder you because she could have, if she wanted to. You were being held in place and she was too fast for me. That is not to say that she was *Justified* In what she did. She should be punished severly and I think that the paladin offers a fair solution.\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe Council Room\n\n*A solution that simply delays my death.* She commented to herself."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCouncil Room. \n\nHer tongue moved over her teeth and she shot Romanov a look she never thought she would. She rose from her seat, and Angelica subtly raised her hand from her lap, revealing a palm sized daggar. Anyanka snatched it, circling the table to the shifter. \n\nShe had been gifted a shawl by someone earlier, but she was otherwise nude, and looked unarmed. As unarmed as a shifter could be. Anya moved to stand before her, and in a swift motion pushed the blade into the shifters belly. \n\nIt wouldn't kill her, she'd personally had a blade this size in her hip once, so she knew that for a fact. Still, warm blood pooled where her hand curved on the hilt. \n\n\"This trial is over. Give her to the paladins, but if she survives them and steps foot in my territory I'll have her head.\" Anya held the shifters gaze, fury behind her eyes but knowing she couldn't react further without incident. She withdrew the daggar, and turned to leave. \n\n\"Prince Mikhail Durkhan-Maith speaks for Astoria in my absence.\" She announced, feeling like she would vomit and needing to get out of the room."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nHe looked away when Duchess Anyanka plunged her dagger into Cecilia. It would not kill her, nor would it leave a lasting wound, and yet it was not something that Heath cared to see. He himself had plunged his silver sword through Cecilia's lung. He had done so in a moment of anger and fear for Anyanka's life. Hurting Cecilia while she was helpless and vulnerable in front of the council, at the trial that would determine whether she would be executed, seemed excessive. He grit his teeth, jaw flexing at the motion. \n\nKing Gregor barked with laughter as blood spilt from the Shifter woman's womb. \"That's that, then. She belongs to the paladins,\" He said, \"Take a ten minute break and then we will reconvene for the council. Lord Bennard has his announcement and the paladin can illuminate us on the source of your plague.\"\n\nHeath stood, muttering something about needing a cigarette, and exited the room. As the doors slammed shut behind him, he wasted no time in lighting his cigarette on a lit sconce and bringing it to his lips."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe Council Room\n\nBeing stabbed in the stomach wasn't fun. Being stabbed three times within twelve hours was pain in the fucking ass, especially when she was still recovering from her silver inflicted wounds. A groan left Cecilia's lips as the dagger was stabbed into her stomach but refused to allow her legs to give way from the pain. She wasn't going to show weakness in front of a bunch of humans. \"Why not stab me again, just for good measure?\" She muttered to herself quietly enough so no one else could hear it."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Council Room\n\n\"Mayhaps the lady bleedth,\" He said, nodding at Cecilia."
},
{
"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nThe Council Room\n\nGiven what happened the night before, Charity understood Anya's attack against the shifter. But even so, Charity had never seen this side of Anya before and was stunned to see it. With the mention of a small intermission between events, Charity stood up from her seat to catch up to the departing Queen. In light of her injury it should take but a moment. \"Hey Anya, hold up a second\""
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna didn't know how she managed to not scream when Anya stabbed Arabella. Her eyes went wide and her hand clasped over her mouth as she gasped and her breath got shaky.\n\n*Brutes, barbarians! That's what they all are...* She thought to herself as tears dwelled on her eyes from witnessing such an act.\n\nAnya had just stood up and straight up stabbed the person being judged, and everyone was ignoring that a doubtful *Dame* Was there being accused of being an immortal and with a shit cover for it.\n\nWould she end up the same way? She had heard enough from the royalty of the room to know they would barely hear her, who knows if they would all agree with Gregor and just decide to give the north to Vivayn?\n\nLoneliness set in her heart and coated it with it's vile sentiment. They were alone, the north was alone, and if no one would help the north then the north would have to save itself. \n\nAnna clenched her jaw, her head spinning thoughts she believed impossible for her before.\n\n*If this is what fate decided, then I hope fate is ready for a dissapointment*"
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nCouncil Room\n\n\"As always, the brilliance of the Taemar royalty let's reason pave the way!\" Vex dramatically bowed a final time, his hand sweeping so low to the ground it probably needed to be disinfected. The man then leaned against the cage, his right arm propping itself above his head.\n\n\"Now then, my dear. Don't go anywhere while I fetch a trolley!\" He chuckled, his lips giving away to show his pointed smile."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nCouncil room\n\nShe looked towards Vex with narrowed eyes as she felt her wound already begin to heal before raising both her hands so she could flip him her middle fingers. \"Again, Fuck. You.\""
},
{
"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCouncil room, Vallen\n\nDanico sat, arms crossed, smoke plumes rising from his mask as he darts his head from side to side, following the conversation. He didn't find himself with much to say at the whole debate, other than noting that this *Clarabella Cooch* Was clearly some child in disguise. Though he sighs as the Dutchess Anyanka plunges a blade into the shifter, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, an eyebrow raised in partial curiosity, partial judgment at the crowd's lack of self control. It reminded him as to why he chose not to associate himself with the rich. Though, should the days events go the way he hopes, that may change."
},
{
"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe council room\n\nViola covered her mouth, hiding a gag after watching the queen stab the shifter. *How very fucking barbaric*."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nBennard clutched the scroll against his breast as Anyanka stabbed the woman. *By the gods, Felix was right—these people are ruinous!* He expected the accused to cry out and fall to the ground, yet she remained quiet and still. The stories about the shapeshifters were true, and apparently, this woman was, indeed, one of them. The thought of such a deadly creature being present in the castle filled him with apprehension; into what other dangers had he walked his poor daughter and niece?\n\nSurprisingly, the situation seemed to deescalate from there. When Gregor announced an intermission and affirmed his investment in Bennard's imminent contribution, the lord's body lost much of its tension. He returned to his seat beside his wife.\n\nAdelhayd began rubbing the back of his neck comfortingly, but her eyes turned to Anna. \"May I ask what the 'long story' is, Anna? How do you know that creature?\"\n\nIvagneth & Feineth Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Are you Sir Heath?\"\n\nFeineth was staring at him from the far end of the landing with wide, fascinated eyes. With her angular features and pale colours, she almost looked like a phantom, dressed in the image of the midnight heavens. Ivagneth stood behind her, curiously eyeing his cigarette. Jade was cradled in her arms, a feline of distinct Trenton breeding.\n\nKallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\nKallophon had heard the stories. He knew that 'shifters', which, it now appeared, *Were* Real, were impervious to unsilvered weapons. He figured that Queen Anyanka knew that as well; walking up and stabbing Cecilia in the belly had been nothing but a show of power. And oh, that exit! Kallophon grinned brightly at her as she walked out. Now *That* Was the kind of monarch for whom he would gladly perform; one who kept nothing hidden.\n\nHis primary target for patronage—matronage?—had now departed, possibly for the entirety of the intermission, but he still decided to get a tune out. He stood off the windowsill and made his way over to the throne, bowing before King Gregor.\n\n\"I shall play a piece now, Your Majesty. I shan't ask that you command a silence as you did yesterday, that won't be necessary this time around. I say, may those who wish to listen listen, and may the rest perhaps find some distant comfort in the ambience of my notes.\"\n\nHe turned to Wilhelmina and was about to speak when his eyes caught the glinting of her hairpin. The sight of that silver dragonfly struck him dumb on his feet, and in a breakdown of his facade, his face softened considerably as he ruminated upon the item. He thought he heard something cracking elsewhere in the room. He shook himself out the daze and gave the princess a warm smile. \"Your Highness, do you still have my handkerchief? I only need it for a short while, and then you may keep it until I depart.\" He wondered if it was unmannerly to be all 'you *May* Do this until' to a royal."
},
{
"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"It is not a mere creature, Arabella is a friend\" She responded to Adelhayd in a discreet voice \"I got lost last night and found her, we maintained a rather pleasant conversation\"\n\nWorried eyes fixed over the shifter as her sentence was dictaminated. Would Anna be able to help her?"
},
{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nThrone Room**\n\nDennon shook his head as Anyanka stabbed Cecilia in a sudden horrifying act of vigilantism. *Don't pity the shifter.* Dennon thought to himself. *Pity the people of Astoria and South Feyshore who have an Amorothian ruling them.*"
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai Maith placed a hand on his stacks of papers and looked over to Rhetto and Gitten. He gave them an uncharacteristically warm and reassuring smile before returning to his work. For the first time in living memory, the Islanders were well and truly behaving themselves. \n\nHe watched as the Paladin ran out of the room, looking for a trolley to wheel Cecilia out. He had to admit, for all of her faults, she was excellent at getting captured. Maybe some time in the silent monasteries of Northwind would do her some good. Bradai wondered about Shifter tongues, and that if you cut one off, would it grow back? He wanted to go up and ask, but he didn't want anyone to think he was taking his turn in the \"Stab a prisoner\" Game. \n\nHe looked across the table to Mikhail, who seemed to be pretty upset over the whole thing. Bradai wanted to tell him that his mother was a serious piece of work and had somehow managed to make herself the villain at her own assassination trial. Instead, he gave him a shrug. \n\n\"Boy.\" He said, \"You can some over 'ere and sit wiff us, if you like. We promise not to stab anyone out of turn.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nHe leaned his back against the cool stone, cigarette lingering just before his lips as he thought over the events that preceded his solidarity. Cecilia would have to go with the Paladin, a fate that she undoubtedly cursed him to hell and back for. He merely saw it as a way to buy her more opportunities for escape. She was the dumbest person he had ever known, but he figured that even she could bide her time until the chance to escape arose. \n\nAnyanka was angry with him and, by the withering looks that Mikhail had cast him during the trial, he probably would not be hearing from him. *Are you Sir Heath*? \n\nHe turned his head and looked at the ghostly girl who addressed him, accompanied by a peering girl cradling a cat. He was not surprised that the halls of the godsforsaken castle were crawling with spectors. Upon a second glance, Heath recognized her not as the ghost of a starved little girl, but of one of the Northern lot. The girl's cat was of a breed most familiar. Heath's mother had five while he was growing up. He hated every single one of them. \n\n\"Aye,\" Heath said, blowing a tight stream of smoke in the other direction. \"I beg your pardon, but I'm afraid I have yet to catch your name.\"\n\n\nPrincess Wilhelmina Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\nPrincess Wilhelmina reached from under her sleeve and produced the handkerchief that the bard had given her just last night. She silently handed it over."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth & Feineth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nFeineth was silent, her pale cheeks turning a striking shade of pink. Ivagneth stepped forward and, taking a light hold of cousin's arm, saying, \"My name is Ivagneth, daughter of Bennard, Lord of Wrencrest. This is my cousin, Feineth.\" She gently deposited Jade into Feineth's hold, then looked Heath over with crossed arms. \"What's that?\" She asked, nodding towards his cigar.\n\nFeineth gawked at him, her cheeks taking on a striking shade of pink. Ivagneth stepped forward and, taking a light hold of her cousin's arm, said, \"I'm Ivagneth. Lord Bennard and Lady Adelhayd are my parents, and this is my cousin, Feineth.\" Feineth gave a curtsy before she found Jade being gently deposited into her embrace.\n\nIvagneth folded her arms, eyeing Heath's cigarette. \"What's that, Sir Heath? I've never seen one before. And we see a good deal in Wrencrest.\"\n\nKallophon Dikegora\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nKallophon took the handkerchief with a gentle hand. He gave her a gracious bow. \"Thank you, my lady.\" He glanced at her hair. \"Your hairpin is a lovely addition.\"\n\nWith that, he turned away. As he walked towards the nearest windowsill, he thought about Bertolt. He'd been a chancing rogue to steal from an aristocrat; moreover, a complete *Fool* To rob a *Princess*, especially one of such an uncivilised, unscrupulous household. Still, he hadn't deserved to die for it. He sighed dolorously as he sat upon the windowsill, and, after a moment of gazing upon the landscape of Taemar, he placed his lyre between his knees and clapped thrice in the air. He didn't expect this to get much attention over all the din of conversations, but it mattered little to him.\n\n\"Dear audience, I bring a grave tune today. This is a time of great death, and it's shadow will hang over us for long after the crisis itself is finished. For all those who have passed, I pray that they fare well in what lies beyond.\"\n\nHe raised his lyre into position, closed his eyes, and began to play a long, dynamic ode to Lockaster. Soaring, falling, soaring, falling, and onwards into the haze of sorrow, a journey which he accompanied with his voice in wordless expressions of grief ..."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n**\n\nA voice called out for her behind her, and Anya closed her eyes, tensing against the idea that someone would stop her and _comment_ on what had just happened. She'd let fury overtake her senses, and though it felt _really_ good to get the only vengence she'd likely see against the shifter for having attacked her, she was very aware that the others would either see it as a crazy display of power or a powerful display of crazy. \n\nShe paused, exhaling, and turned halfway to see Charity following after her. Her hand moved to her skirts, idly wiping the blood on the rich colored fabric to get it off her hands. \"Charity.\" She breathed, stopping to let the woman catch up."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"It's nice to meet the both of you, Ivagneth and Feineth,\" Heath said after a momentary pause in which Feineth stared him down. \n \nHe snuffed out the cigarette on the wall behind him, crushing the embers until their dim orange glow faded to ash. \"It's something that adults smoke. It's not good for you, but it is something to do. I'd advise against partaking, if you can help it,\" Heath said with a slight laugh. He thought it odd that the north was not accustomed to smoking. He figured that there would be nothing else to do there, between freezing their balls off. That, or the adults were much better at hiding their smoking from the younger ones. \"How are you liking the council thus far?\" He asked with the flick of his brows. Perhaps Lord Wrencrest should have left his daughters at home. They already wittnessed a naked prisoner getting stabbed in the belly by an angry duchess and there would surely be more discord as the council progressed. \n\nPrincess Wilhelmina Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\nThe princess brought a lithe hand to her prized dragonfly pin as the bard complimented it. It had been hers since she was born, and she would bring it with her when she died. Beneath the fine silk of her sleeves were angry scratches that she had inflicted upon herself when she thought she had misplaced the pin the night before. Thankfully, Kenmath had found it in a bowl of nettle soup and gifted it back to her."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n*The Council?* \"I'm disappointed, Sir,\" She answered firmly. \"I thought I'd be inspired, like Mother and Father said, but all I've seen is disgrace. All those horrible things the king mentioned? That *Jest* Of a trial just now? I thought I'd feel like I was watching the work of gods, but I ... I-I honestly feel confident that I could take a kingdom for *Myself*, and make Jade a grand prince.\" She gestured to her cat as it crawled around Feineth's shoulders. \"I don't even know what to make of that 'Clarabella Cooch.' As a Witherlander—a *Well-informed* Witherlander—I've never heard of her.\" \n\nIvagneth gave him an honest frown. \"I wish they could be more like your own kin, Sir. I've heard men call you a 'traitor', but, personally, I've seen enough for that word to lose all its effect. You seem a good man to me. A good, forthright man. I know King Daniel to be a very good man also, with a good heart, just like Father ... A-aught to be. And Queen Elsinore—full of poise, just like Mother.\" She shook her head."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCouncil Room**\n\nWith his mother having effectively ended the 'trial' he looked to Angelica, who looked bored, at best. \n\"Why did you give her a dagger?\" He questioned, his voice low. \"Why did you even _have_ one?\" \n\nThe blonde looked to Mikhail, a tired look in her eyes. \"Because I thought she might need it. The Romanovs aren't your mother's friends, despite what she thinks of them. They weren't going to let anything happen to the shifter or the kid, and if she did nothing, it would have looked like she was in their pocket.\" Angelica paused, her attention back on the soiled spot the woman had occupied before the intermission. \"She's shown up despite the wound, and proven she's not going to be fucked over by North Shore. They may think she's a bit volatile, but at least they don't think she's a doormat.\" Angelica mused, her voice low. There was a pause, like she might say something else, but she nodded to the Islanders, pulling Mikhail's attention from her to the Pirate King.\n\n\"She's never _been_ a doormat.\" He countered, and paused when he caught Bradai's eye. The offer to go and sit with the Islanders was tempting, until the comment about stabbing out of turn. Mikhail grit his teeth, and pushed himself from his seat to cross to where the soiled dagger had been tossed aside. He lifted it carefully from the hilt, not wanting the blood on his skin, and produced a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap around it carefully before carrying it out of the room, figuring it wasn't a good idea to leave the damn thing lying around if the rumors about shifters blood were true."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"I'd consider this to be one of the more tame meetings, if I'm being honest. Perhaps eveyone's tempers will cool once the recess is over. Trials tend to bring up a differing of opinions in the worst of ways,\" Heath said with the shrug of a shoulder. The north was more serious, more stoic. They would not be accustomed to the raucous dramatics of southern politics. However, the north was also at a seemingly never-ending stalemate, so perhaps their syrupy way of doing things wasted more precious time (and lives) than it was worth. \"Which kingdom would you take?\" Heath asked, mildly. He ignored the comments about Clarabella. That was territory that he did not care to tread for the remainder of the council. \n\nHe was surprised to hear Ivagneth's comments. \"I do appreciate that you think that of me,\" He said with a warm smile. It was rare for him to be called a good man. The term was relative, of course, depending on who was asked. The general consensus, however, was that Heath's morals were questionable, at best. \"Queen Elle and King Daniel would be happy to hear that you think so highly of them, as well. You both would be more than welcome to visit the Northern Feyorian court, if you ever find yourselves in the Northshore. Princess Cassiopeia and my daughter Serena would adore you.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Grunewald**\n\nNo sooner did he step outside the council room was he met with voices. He recognized Queen Lane's, calling for his mother, and Anya's in return. He paused, not wanting to continue down the hall that they were heard from, nor the stairs that the others who had taken to leaving the council room had descended. He didn't want to talk to anyone, and yet, it didn't seem like he'd have a choice. If Anya didn't return for the rest of the meeting today, he'd be taking her place. \n\nHe took a moment alone in the hall, drew in a breath to fill the bottoms of his lungs, and then slipped the wrapped dagger into his pocket carefully. He'd have to dispose of it later. \n\nInstead, he headed back inside, intending to return to his seat with the Astorian party. However, he paused, and moved over to Bradai, dropping into the seat that had been offered to him a moment before he stepped out to take a breath."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Pirate King didn't look up from his work as the Astorian prince sat next to him. He had assumed that his comment about his mother's errant stabbings had offended the boy, but here he was. \n\n\"What do you make uff all vhat?\" He asked, setting the quill down across the pages of his open journal. He waved for Ollie to come by and fetch the pitcher. The secretary came behind him, filling up a cup of water for both he and his ward. Bradai took a slow sip and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve, \"Drink your water, boy. It'll be a long Council at vhis rate. 's good news about tha plague, vhough.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCouncil Room**\n\nMikhail glanced at the page that was open before the Pirate King, his eyes tracing over '_ELSINORE ROMANOV_' written large on the top of the page. He'd seen Maith taking notes during the 'trial', but didn't know why he has written down his aunts name in such a menacing way. \n\n\"A trial and decision that should have been handled in private by the affected parties was made into a spectacle.\" He answered, watching as a glass was filled and placed before him. He didn't touch it, instead crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward, placing his forehead to his crossed forearms for a moment. He'd never realized how humid it would be, and the heat and yelling was giving him a headache that pulsed at his temples. \n\nHe inhaled deeply, sitting back up fully, returning to a proper posture or as close as he'd get. \"They need to reconvene so we can hear what the paladin and the others have to say about the plague. The sooner we get an answer the sooner this council is dismissed. Mother doesn't need to be here, she needs to be home.\""
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Pirate King followed the boy's gaze as he read over the rapidly growing list of conspirators in the upcoming trial of Nickles Ramsalot. He pursed his lips and closed the book. \"Are you looking for somefing?\" \n\nBradai sat for a moment and considered the boy's answer. \"Vhat's a fair answer.\" He concealed a smile as the boy leaned forwards, rubbing at his temples. \"But you know what I'm talking about. Your muvher didn't bring a dagger in wiff 'er, not in vhose robes. Was it yours?\" \n\nHe placed his fingertips on the bottom of the boy's chalice, sliding it closer to him. \"If you 'ave an 'eadache, you _should_ be drinking water. One Durkhan passing out is a tragedy, two Durkhans passing out is a conspiracy, and frankly, I don't fink we need any more uff vhose, aye?\" He gave the boy a small smile. It was the first time he felt comfortable around him after Amalthea."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCouncil Room**\n\nWhen questioned, Mikhail shook his head. \"No, more curious what you're looking for.\" He returned nodding to the book that he had just closed. He wasn't going to push on it further though, and when Bradai nudged his water towards him, there was a moment when he contemplated rejecting it. He wasn't keen on accepting things from others, but he doubted Maith was acting on ill-intentions, so he took the water. It didn't help, but it gave him a moment to listen to the rest of the man's words. \n\n\"It wasn't mine, no.\" He answered after draining half the chalice that was offered to him. Mikhail cleared his throat. \"It was Lady Stafford's, she always has one on her.\" He muttered, not feeling like that was a secret in any way as he closed his eyes once more. Was it always this bright in here?"
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nThe Wisdom watched the trial with a mask of passive indifference, listening to the squabble of the nobles. 'These are the rulers of the surrounding kingdoms?' She scoffed. 'Such behaviour would not be tolerated by Shitblood Visions in the Abigreth.' At the mention of Nickles Ramsalot, her eyes shot over to the pathetic creature sitting in the barrow. The shouting match between the Barrmount child from the Witherlands was amusing and she was sad to hear it come to an end when Gregor ordered people to be quiet. \n\nFurther discussion of what to do with the shifter disinterested her as Serafina had come to the conclusion this excuse for a trial was really one woman's vindictive call for justice. The shifter had not murdered anyone and, in her eyes, that saved her from death. The girl would face the consequences of her actions in the Neither and the next life. As to how much lower one could go from a non-human. Well, that was for the gods to determine. She had never considered rebirth as a defective plant, but perhaps it was an option. \n\nThe stabbing of the shifter was not was made the Wisdom's stomach curdle, but the attitude of the Duchess. Her eyes narrowed as Charity followed the woman out of the throne room. 'Perhaps the rumours are true, the secret infidelity of Charity Lane. First her advisor, now the Duchess.' Serafina folded her hands in her lap, inhaling deeply to calm the annoyance rising in her chest. 'I sincerely hope the Paladin returns quickly so we can hear his diagnosis and be finished with this circus.' Her eyes glanced back towards the door, waiting for Charity to reappear. Allegedly, the Queen had come seeking a cure for the plague, but upon the start of the plague discussion by the Wrencrests, she was nowhere to be found in the room."
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{
"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer and King Dennon Bigsby\nGrunewald Castle**\n\n\"Is there going to be breakfast or not?\" Lucrezia asked during the break.\n\n\"I don't know, and I'm not going to ask during an attempted murder trial.\" Dennon said, slightly annoyed that she wasn't focusing on the situation at hand.\n\n\"Ugh. I'd hate to imagine if this trial had been over something serious. Then I'd be *Starving.*\" Lucrezia leaned back in her seat, dreaming about a breakfast that she feared would never come."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nHe pursed his lips, \"Justice, Mikhail.\" That was all he would say of it.\n\nThe boy had inspected the cup quite thoroughly, but when he eventually did decide to drink, he downed half of the cup. Bradai smiled as the water nearly ran down his cheeks. \"When was the last time you 'ad a cup of water?\" He asked, reaching behind him grabbing the vase of water from Ollie's hands. He refilled the boy's cup himself and leaned forwards.\n\n\"Angelica is your muvhers closest advisor. As I'm sure you're well aware, Advisors exist to 'amper what Kings and Queens like to do, and instead suggest what vhey _ought_ to do. So...\" The Pirate King leaned in closer, whispering to the boy, \"Why do you fink she gave your muvher vhat knife?\""
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nIvagneth shrugged at the question of which kingdom she would choose. She liked Petaltongue and could speak it which what she was told was an ostensibly native degree of fluency, and based on what Father had told her of his days of being a student in the east, she imagined that Araedia would be a very lovely place once she outlawed the worship of their patron demon and abolished the grizzly Trials.\n\n\"I'd be honoured, Sir Heath.\" She looked in Bennard's direction and snorted. \"The Northshore. Father would be over the moon.\" Her eyes lingered there, and something seemed to have struck a sombre chord in her. \n\nBefore any comments could be made, however, she returned her attention to Heath, and said with a somewhat appealing look, \"Sir Heath, I'm afraid I can't contain my curiosity. That woman ... I thought shifters were made-up to stop children from straying off into the woods. And yet, the Grand Duchess said that that woman turned into a wolf. A wolf! And you, Sir—you *Know* That creature?\" Her face screwed up with a measure of incredulity. \"You know her by *Name*?\"\n\nKallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\nThough Kallophon was playing the melancholy melody with perfection, he still found it deeply discordant with his gut feeling. His true audience was meagre, and upon contemplation of what he was doing, he realised that playing an ode to the god of death as what was essentially background music was probably both sacrilegious and flat-out distasteful. Cringing at himself, he decided to end the tune a bit early, making up a passable coda on the spot.\n\nHis eyes danced around the room. Strumming in the corner wasn't getting him anywhere near the goals that brought him here. He wanted to make useful connections, ideally even friendships. Scanning the room, one person caught his eye in particular: that Islander musician with his hurdy-gurdy. A unique instrument, but not one that was unfamiliar to him; it implied an attractive flair of personality.\n\nKallophon stood up and made his way over to the Islander. He held his lyre as he walked, and strummed a simple, repetitive tune that was easy to play without paying much attention. His foot hooked around a free chair, which he dragged to the Islander's side. Sitting down, he gave the man a nod and a smile. \"Good day, sir. I love that instrument of yours. Quite a powerful sound, in my experience.\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The council room**\n\nHe had been right. The council certainly hadn't been boring. Arguments and Paladins and Stabbings, oh my! Up until the Duchess of Astoria stabbed the shifter for good measure, which he could understand her motives, he hadn't said much. If these mainlanders really could do nothing but insult each other and argue, they should have just dueled each other already, and saved everyone's ears from the trouble. If someone were to disagree with him, quoting the need to show 'civility' and manners,' well, where were they? Retto certainly hadn't seen any in that throne room. At least the Astorian Duchess had done *Something* Other than sit around arguing and insulting. He was honestly amazed that the mainlander countries got anything done at all when all of their leaders had no agency save for when their fragile egos were bruised. \n\nThat \"Cooch dame\", who was clearly Nickles, hadn't done shit but speak insults, but that wasn't special. Since when was it that the 'savage' islanders were the only ones with their traps shut? \n\n\"A' leas' 'is mother actually up an di' somethin' unlike th' res' o' th' mainlanders, your highness. Their egos are so fragile, y' could sha'er 'em jus' by lookin' a' 'em funny.\" \n\nElbaroda nodded a greeting to Mikhail when he sat down before turning back in his seat, when a familiar face approached him. \"Ah yes, th' mainlander bard.\" He replied with a smile. The Islanders were his kin, but the musician in front of him was a kindred spirit. \"I appreciate th' complimen', my frien'. Tha' was quite th' entrance, there earlier.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\n*Mainlander.* The Islanders had such endearing language. He reflected on how he had come into the room, immediately insulting Spitza. His eyes briefly drifted over to the monstrosity and its master. A twang of hatred sounded inside of him, but he suppressed it and turned his attention back to the Islander.\n\n\"Thank you. I was glad to see that our occupational right to poke fun in court is respected even in Taemar, despite the many cultural quirks they've put on display.\" He glanced at Bradai. \"Your king seems busy today.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The council room**\n\n\"Ye are quite lucky tha' Gregor was, an' rather bold t' jes' a' 'is eh... Guard's? Expense. 'specially after I 'eard 'e was abou' t' string ye up a' th' dinner. Ye go' guts, an' I can respect tha.\" \n\nHe rubbed his neck as the bard mentioned how busy his king was. \"Aye, tha's true. 'e's been busy. Bu' who isn' today?. Wha' a way t' start th' council.\""
},
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nVallen, Taemar\n\nCharity didn't slow her momentum at all when she approached the Grand Duchess, taking her in a big hug. With the Duchess' display, it was obvious to Charity that Anya was in need of more comforting than Charity could give in the 10 minutes of allotted break time between the trial and the real meat of the Council. But a hug was a start, \"I'm overjoyed to see you alive still, after current events. Did you get my package?\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n\nAnyanka hadn't expected the collision of an embrace, and she gave a soft 'oof' on accident. Charity hadn't meant to bump her shoulder, but it happened regardless, and Anya was glad the woman couldn't see the result of the sting on her face. \n\nInstead, she melted, hugging the woman back. \"Package? No, was there something supposed to be delivered to the room I'm in?\" She asked, it was possible there had been a delivery, but she'd not looked into it. \"Oh, do you mean the wines? Yes, I did.\" Somehow, the Queen had managed to pull the anger from her head in just a few words. \"I brought a few with us, as well as a return gift. I figured it best to do so in person instead of having them waiting for you when you returned to Terresol.\""
},
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"author": "zammycat6788",
"message": "Emelia Cloverbloom\nRoad from Vallen, Taemar\n\nEmelia had been taking inventory, holding Chauncey her goat in her arms, frowning all the while. She was running low on a certain medical salve, which wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't also running out of a key herb that went into it. She looked up from her work when she heard Marsila and peaked out of the caravan window. \"Give me a moment, I'm not decent\". She set the black baby goat on the floor.\n\nShe came out of the caravan a few minutes later decently dressed in trousers, a shirt, vest, and scarf, as well as her signature hairpin. \"Nice to see you again Marsila, hope lifes been treating you well\", she took one look at Arin and sighed, \"Let me guess, idiot got into a fight? Hope he didn't get hit in the head, because if so the fact that he's sleeping is a bad sign\". \n\nShe starts walking back to the caravan and gestures for them to follow, \"Bring him in. I'll look him over, fix what needs to be fixed\"."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCouncil Room**\n\nBradai refilled his glass, and he watched as the water rose in the chalice as Bradai spoke. He'd asked Angelica why she had given his mother the dagger, and the answer was unsatisfactory. However, he'd not had his own theory on why she had given his mother the blade either besides wanting to encourage chaos. \n\nAngelica had never really been the type to do that, at least not in his memory. She was always the sensible counter to his mother's passionate personality. The fact she'd handed over a blade to the Queen had baffled him. He realized he'd been watching the water for so long it stilled, and his hand pulled the chalice, letting the water ripple with the movement as he moved it closer to him. \n\n\"I don't know.\" He said truthfully. \"Why do you?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nHeath winced at the proclamation that Cecilia was a *Creature*. Despite her being a shifter, he has always seen the humanity in her. In fact, it was a staunch belief of his that she was a completely *Shit* Shifter. The worst there ever was. Of course, he could hardly blame the young girls for their view of sub-humans. A sub-human was not worth understanding, for they did not have the same level of morality and intelligence as human beings did. For the most part, they were brutish blots that stained the history of man with their beastly behavior. A major reason for Heath's distaste for Vronti Kelwynd was his insistence in mingling human blood with that of a fish. \n\n\"Cecilia is a shifter. She was one of my dearest friends, actually. More of them existed in Old Feyshore before King Cleburn ordered that they be hunted. They are dangerous,\" Heath said, solemnly. \"They're nearing extinction. It's probably for the best, but I will never consider Cecilia's death to be an acceptable outcome.\" \n\nA handful of the council attendees began making their way back into the throne room, trickling in with trepidation for what was to come. Kenmath followed behind, wheeling in a cart with a large cauldron teetering atop it. \"The thickest bone broth for the thickest brained bodies of the boglands,\" Kenmath announced, flashing Heath and the girls a snaggle-toothed smile. \"I would hurry if you want breakfast! The bone broth solidifies within minutes, if not slurped vigroriously within minutes of cooling.\" He disappeared into the throne room, announing that breakfast was served. \n\nHeath managed to compose his features and keep a polite smile upon his face until Kenmath was out of sight. He was sickened by most food, ever since his reanimation. Taemarian cuisine was especially vile to him. He nearly starved to death the few years he lived in the bloody kingdom. \n\n\"Being late would probably lead to our defenestration, courtesy of King Gregor,\" Said Heath."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\nKallophon gazed around the room. It certainly had been an interesting start, with particular thanks to the Grand Duchess. He lamented that she was out of sight; now would have been a good time to approach her and try to charm his way into her court. Alas, if an opportunity was to come, it would have to be later. He wondered if he should brush off his arranged rendezvous with the Wisdom entirely, in favour of what he considered to be far more pressing matters. There was a pang of guilt in that thought, though, and he felt a yearning for his piece in the dramatic, revolutionary pie that his kingdom would soon be forcefully baked into.\n\n*Stop daydreaming, you fool. You have a conversation to maintain.*\n\n\"I thought everything would be more—I don't know, grave. Don't these people know that there's a plague upon the continent? Isn't that why they came here?\" He looked around the room, still strumming absently at his lyre. \"Maybe they're just overwhelmed by it all.\"\n\nHe quirked an eyebrow. \"What's your name?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I do like your muvher's Advisor. I know she favors me, which is a gracious 'elp in your part a' vha world, but vhat...\" He paused, \"Well, I'm not sure. I suspected Zane, or 'ells even you seeing as she's your muvher, but not 'er.\" He took a sip of his chalice, \"I'm pretty fuckin' vexed about it, boy.\" \n\nBradai sucked through his teeth, catching a subtle glance of Angelica as he shifted his view to Mikhail. \"She probably didn't want 'er to look weak. But stabbing a prisoner isn't certainly a show of strengfh, aye?\" He watched as the bard neared in on them, strumming at his lyre. While the soft music drowned out their conversation, he couldn't help but remember the Wisdom talking to him as he came in. And now he was talking to Elbaroda. No matter, the man had been there last night and had probably heard the whole conversation over the sound of his cranker. He placed a hand on Mikhail's shoulder and leaned over his to get Rhetto's attention. \n\n\"Admiral.\" Bradai said, \"Could you give tha boy and I moment? We're discussing politics and...\" He gave the Terresolian a wry smile, \"Well, if someone was to start writing songs about my fhoughts and feelings? I'm not sure I'd be too pleased.\" \n\nHe returned his attention to the boy, \"We 'ave a lot to discuss, and it'll take more vhen today to solve it all. And 'ells, maybe it's noffink. Maybe Lady Stafford isn't being ambitious about it and I'm just a concerned merchant. But sometimes, boy, all a King 'as are 'is instincts. Ask 'er 'usband, maybe. But not now. Now just sit and look stupid wiff me, like we didn't even notice.\" His beard concealed a smile as he reopened his journal and began to transcribe his thoughts."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCouncil Room**\n\nHe wasn't keen on sitting still and looking stupid. And though the comment had made him look up to Angelica with a quizzical look, he still didn't think there was much more depth to the action than there had seemed. Angelica was -admittedly- more hot headed since Marcus had been skinned alive by Vivayn. He'd thought marriage and motherhood would calm her, but it did feel like she was itching for something else every time they encountered each other. \n\nHis head was pounding. The water that sat untouched was lifted, and he finished the glass as others started to reenter the council room. Soon enough the intermission would be over, and the way the Pirate King had opened his journal one more felt like a dismissal. \"We'll talk after, ya?\" He stood as he spoke, his hand landing on the man's shoulder. A lot had happened in the last half hour and none of it answered any of the questions he'd come to the council with. _Maybe Mother was right about this place being a trap._ He thought, and patted the man's shoulder, heading back over to his original seat with the Astorians."
},
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"author": "blargh.",
"message": "Vallen, Taemar \nElise Hagen\nAs Elise approached the castle her heart fluttered. She knew she would be late, but hoped she hadn't missed it. The one thing she was glad of is that Lord Duckely left well before she did so she didntdidn't have to deal with him for the time being. Though remembering they were supposed to attend the feast before hand when she saw what little was left she winced as she saw the already hardened bread rolls. Not wishing to be rude to the cooks she took one and bit into it. It's taste was lovely, but the texture of stale bread left much to be desired. Staying silent still Elise left the gifts for the other lords out past the castle and headed towards what she hoped would have been the castle that contained the council room. Being from such a small town Elise didn't expect to be able to get much of a say, especially with how young she was."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nRetto turned his attention away from the bard to his king when addressed. \"Sorry, sir.\" \n\nHe turned back to his fellow bard and stood up. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the wall not to far from them. \"He's talkin a bi' o' private affairs. If ye wan' t' keep talkin' we'll step over there. Th' name's Retto by th' way. Admiral Retto Elbaroda, o' th' Secon' Flee'. Mos' people either address me as Captain or Admiral. Ye can call me Retto, or wha' mos' o' those who know me do; Elbaroda. Up t' ye.\" He told the bard as he walked over to the wall."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\nIvagneth gave Heath a thoughtful look as he related the story of Cecilia and the shifters. The idea of a knight from such influential, highborn stock forming a friendship with such a creature—she noted the distaste he had shown when she'd used that word—deeply fascinated her. Were they lovers, perhaps?\n\nFeyshore, to her, was a very mysterious place; Father had told her much about Terresol and Araedia, and she felt that, of those kingdoms, she had an intimate preconception that was like to match the reality. Her knowledge of Feyshore, however, had come mostly through what tall tales, such as Crazy King Cleburn's preposterously numerous progeny. Twenty-four children? Impossible, she thought, even for a cosy, oversexed Southerner. She knew no family with more living children than second-cousin-once-removed Edwald's, with the four youngsters his Araedian hussy had popped out down in their depraved corner of Reaper's Skull.\n\nIvagneth was about to ask more about his history with Cecilia when she was interrupted by King Gregor's wretched servant. She nearly shuddered when he gave them that horrific smile. Once he was gone, she sighed with relief, and she chuckled faintly at the knight's quip. \"Quite. I hope that we'll be able to visit the Northshore sometime soon. Grandfather used to say that Father would be far more suited for a kingdom of such extravagance, as opposed to our, uh, somewhat *Drab* Homeland. It often feels like he's trying to create, with our city, a little slice of foreign splendour in the middle of the 'cold, barbaric Witherlands,' but, um ... I think that dream will always be a little bit out of our reach, unfortunately. \n\n\"But anyway—it was a pleasure meeting you, Sir Heath.\" She curtsied. \"Good day to you and yours.\" With that, Ivagneth retrieved her cat from Feineth's arms and made her way back into the throne room, as her cousin hurried after her, averting her eyes from Heath.\n\nSeeing the girls return, Bennard gave his daughter a wide smile. \"What did you make of all that, Ivva?\" His mirth dissipated when his daughter ignored him, taking her seat on her unfolded stool and looking straight ahead. Adelhayd beckoned the girls over to whisper into their ears.\n\n\"What?!\" Ivagneth blurted, her eyes wide. Adelhayd grabbed her wrist and snapped at her to be quiet, then gave her some soft-spoken words of comfort. Ivagneth nodded, her expression very grave. She moved her seat closer to Lady Anna before back down, Jade resting snuggly in her lap. \"Lady Anna? My lady, I'm sorry to hear about what happened. I'll pray for the welfare of your sister and all others in the castle tonight.\"\n\nKallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\nKallophon raised a brow at the Pirate King's words. Was that a threat? Truthfully, he *Yearned* To know the thoughts and feelings of the villainous Pirate King, more so than those of anyone else at the council. Alas, it seemed like pressing into that domain would be a walk through thorns in a dark, beast-ridden forest. Another time, perhaps. Maybe the Duchess knew him?\n\nTo the Islander's offer, he nodded his assent. His hand ceased its playing, in favour of merely holding his lyre against his chest as he followed the man over to a more private spot. \"My name is Kallophon Autele, though 'Kallophon of Milo' is my more popular moniker. And my-my, a player *And* A sea captain? To which description do you feel closer in spirit? Actually, ignore that question. I'd like to hear your full story—if you'd be willing to share it with a nosy stranger from the decadent northeast, that is.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The council room**\n\n\"Kallophon, eh? A fine name\" He leaned against the wall and stroked his beard. \"Truth be tol', I love t' play music, bu' I'm an islander. My hear' will always be with th' sea. Though, I'm surprised a nosy strange' from th' northeas' wan's t' know a savage pirate from th' barbaric islan's story. Jus' by bein' willin' t' talk t' us, ye are already many steps ahead o' other mainlanders\""
},
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nVallen, Taemar\n\nThere was relief in Charity as the uncertainty of her delivery's fate was resolved. \"I hope it brought you some joy during our months long separation, and maybe after the Council you and I can share our gifts\" Charity had not expected a return gift, but as long as their was one, they may as well get drunk off their asses, and then that 'oof' won't be the last sound she forces out of the Grand Duchess. Or at least that would've been the plan, Anya looks like she needs rest, a quiet evening might suit better."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar\n\n\"I would like that, if I'm still able to stand by the end of the day.\" She admitted. What little energy she had was already draining from her, and her mind had wandered to the vial Danico had given her. He had said it would help with her energy, but given a warning with it. She didn't remember the warning, just the mention of one, and she swallowed thickly, giving Charity a soft but tired smile. \"I'm glad to see you, these aren't my favorite circumstances for it, but I'm very glad it was you calling for me and not someone else.\" Their embrace loosened, but she lingered close regardless, admittedly a little worried she might swoon if she moved too quickly again."
},
{
"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nVallen, Taemar\n\nCharity let go of Anya, Charity was unsure if 10 minutes had yet passed. She should make her way back to the Council room, but given Anya's state she couldn't very well leave her to go to her room alone. \"I'm just glad you're okay, relatively. I need to go back to the Throne room, but maybe on my way back in I could send Mrs. Stafford or Mr. Harmattan to help you towards your room?\""
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina quietly observed the royals around her during the short break thinking that it was no suprise so many kingdoms were in disarray if the nobles refused the guidance of the Gods. At least, she assumed they were refusing it - the Gods would never allow such chaos to descend upon their people. \n\n'The council will resume soon, where is the Queen?' She sat up a bit straighter and glanced around the room, her eye catching Bradai's for a brief moment before glancing over to where the bard was speaking with the Islander who had played the night before. The Wisdom rose from her seat and made her way to the stairs. She didn't see the Queen at first and traveled a little farther down before hearing voices. Within a few moments she stumbled upon the Queen in a warm embrace with the Duchess, which was quickly broken. \"Forgive my intrusion, Your Majesty, Grand Duchess Anyanka.\" The woman said, smiling warmly and nodding to the two women. \"The discussions of the origin and cure for the plague will begin shortly. I'm sure your people wouldn't want you to miss a moment of it.\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nVallen, Taemar**\n\nAnyanka squeezed Charity's hand, the last lingering place they still touched, and was about to let her know not to worry about it when the Terresolian Wisdom stepped into the hall to interrupt. Her eyes moved to her, transforming from tired and soft for Charity to steel at the woman who had interrupted. She wasn't angry about it, but didn't want anyone spar those she trusted seeing the exhausted look she'd just been bearing. \n\n\"We're coming,\" She said simply, squeezing once more and then releasing Charity's hand. \"And for the record, Wisdom, the correct title is 'Queen' for myself as well.\" She noted, giving Charity a look that said _walk with me?_ as she headed back inside."
},
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nVallen, Taemar\n\nCharity looked over to the interrupting Wisdom, who had incredible timing in suggesting that the Queens return just after Charity mentioned returning. \"Have ten minutes already passed so quickly?\". When she looked back towards Anya she was surprised to see the transformation between injured and regal queen. She nodded slightly in response to Anya's nonverbal question, and together the walked back towards their seats."
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina was slightly taken aback by the \"Queens\" Response, but simply smiled and nodded, moving to the side for the women to pass. \"Of course.\" The women followed them to their seats and gracefully sank into her chair, contemplating what she had seen. \n\n'I can't say I would be thrilled to have someone with such a temper as my Queen.' Serafina thought quietly mulling over the sight she had stumbled upon. It seemed that she would need to keep a close eye on the Queen of Terresol. The rumors appeared to hold more weight than she originally thought."
},
{
"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Dikegora\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Well, I don't think your savages. That you have an appreciation for music is proof enough to me.\" He nodded towards Retto's hurdy-gurdy. \"I even know a few Islander songs. Some are fun, and some are just ... Beautiful. The histories of our two peoples are so different, giving us such contrasting worldviews and experiences. I see so much, um ... Magnificence in that difference, you know?\n\nHe laughed. \"I often wish I could have grown up on one of the islands off my kingdom's great arm. It seems so romantic growing up surrounded by salty ocean, gazing out into the familiar one way, the foreign another way, and otherwise the distant unknown. I was stuck inland, unfortunately. Lake Famid is lovely, but the sea is its own world.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Astorian Party\nCouncil Room**\n\nAnya returned to the council room at Charity's side, the Wisdom a step behind them as they entered. She gave Charity a soft look before departing from her side, back towards her seat at the table. Mikhail and Angelica both looked up and stood when they saw her, and she paused beside Mikhail. \n\n\"Are you alright?\" He asked, and as answer his mother wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into an embrace. \n\n\"I will be.\" She murmured, holding him for a moment before inhaling and releasing him. He watched her with a concerned eye, but took a seat when she did. Angelica didn't comment, but looked somehow both pleased and concerned that Anya had returned instead of getting some rest. \n\n\"I thought you were going to go rest?\" The blonde prompted, pouring a glass of water and passing it to Anya. \"Mikhail and I can handle things here.\" \n\nAnya raised a shoulder, accepting the ledger Angelica moved to her. \"I know you can, but I don't want to hear this information second hand.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\nThe knight opened the door to the throne room, allowing the girls back into the belly of the beast, before walking in himself. He re-joined the Romanov clan, lowering himself into the seat next to Queen Elle. The King and Queen of the Northshore had elected to stay during the break, not trusting King Gregor upon his word. Queen Elle sat, proding her bone broth with her spoon, sickened by the layer of skin that had formed on the top. She pierced through it and watched as the broth began to envelope the hardened layer. \"How was your smoke break?\" She asked, placing her spoon down and folding her hands in her lap gracefully. \n\n\"It was a much needed escape. I spoke with the Wrencrest girls. They're quite sharp,\" Heath answered. Elle hummed, nodding her head. Her berry stained lips immediately turned down upon seeing what her husband was doing beside her. King Daniel braved the broth and brought a cautious spoonful to his mouth. He seemed to have trouble swallowing the thickened liquid, dabbing at the corner of his lips with a cloth. Elle inhaled sharply and brought all of her attention onto Heath, turning her shoulders to face him, ensuring that Daniel was out of her sight.\n\n\"I was afraid you'd gone after Anya,\" Said Elle, \"It would have been in poor form and I am a bit disappointed that I cannot scold you for it, this time.\"\n\n\"Well, I did not,\" Heath said, curtly. Elle smirked, delighting in her brother's reaction. \"I also do not think that she would have wanted me to, judging by the wounded expression on her face when I insisted that Cecilia not be put to death.\"\n\n\"I quite enjoyed the stabbing,\" Elle said, her bell-like laugh bubbling up. \n\n\"Yes, well, that's why father made the family physcian bleed you ever other week,\" Heath said, dryly. \"It clearly did not work. You're still wicked.\"\n\n\"He did that because I was prone to bouts of coughing!\" Elle whispered harshly, turning pink. \n\n\"Keep thinking that,\" Heath said with a sneer."
},
{
"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nThe Council Room\n\nZane had been half asleep for most of the trial, idly paying attention to the words being spoken, and it wasn't until Anya stabbed the shifter did he actually snap to attention to what was happening. While he didn't necessarily agree with stabbing the shifter, he could see it for what it tried to show.\n\nNow it was just a matter of if it worked.\n\nThe intermission being called was just another excuse for the man to close his eyes, and he whole heartedly took it. Shuffling and moving near him was all he paid attention to, Mika's chair moving the most, the young man not seeming to know where to sit it seemed. When Anya returned, he glanced up at her and sighed a bit.\n\n\"Most of us would prefer you hearing it second hand, then you being here wounded.\" Zane sighed, stretching his shoulders a bit as he spoke."
},
{
"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCouncil Room\n\nThe Pirate King actually quite enjoyed bone broth. While the majority of the food in Taemar was hard to stomach, bone broth of any kind was a welcome addition. He had made it halfway through the rapidly thickening bowl before he noticed his sister staring at him with disgust.\n\n\" 'ow can ye eat that?\" Her eyes scrutinized the bowl in front of her and placed her spoon on top of the broth, watching as it slid across the reflective surface as if it was ice. \" 'ow can a king, in a kingdom full of 'ogs, not be eating sausage for breakfast? I'd love a sausage.\" \n\nBradai pointed at her with his spoon, a loose bit of gelatin dangling off the end. \"Eat.\" The Pirate King leaned over and took the fork from his sister's hand. \" 'ow could you—\" Bradai pursed his lips as he forced his weight onto the spoon and fork, cracking open the boiled bones. \" 'ow can you not like vhis, Gitten? Our muvher, you know vhis, she makes good bone broff. Don't you enjoy 'ers? Wiff tha rice?\" Bradai swallowed a spoonful of marrow. \n\nGitten sighed, sliding her bowl over to him. \"Ye look like an old lubberman eatin' that soup. Our mam cooks like a lubberman.\"\n\nBradai watched as the bone broth shook in the bowl, its contents not spilling over. He ran a hand through his smiling copper beard, wiping it on his pantleg. \"Still warm.\" The surface of the broth cracked under his spoon as he dug into his second bowl."
}
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