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"author": "mrmobil5505",
"message": "**Siona O'Callaigh\nRoad from Vallen, Taemar**\n\nSiona rode alongside Marsila, occasionally glancing over to see how \"Levi\" Was. At least he seemed to be breathing, but she questioned how dangerous he really was if wounds to the hands had taken him out like that. But, it was what it was. All that mattered now was they find this doctor friend of Marsila's and tend to \"Levi's\" Hands. \n\nIt didnt take long, though the day did seem to be coming to a close, before they found they way to a large caravan along the end of the road and Marsila began to slow her horse down, the horse Siona was riding following suit. They came to a stop outside one wagon, and Marsila called out to its occupant, and received a quick response from the woman inside about not being \"Decent.\" Siona found it frivolous, though with the way her hair always stuck out at all angles no matter what she did with it, Siona also figured part of it was jealousy. No matter what, she had always appeared like a wild haired hermit, and she figured she probably always would. \n\nHowever, Siona could give credit where credit was due. Just by glancing at \"Levi,\" Whoever this woman was was able to discern that \"Levi\" Had been in a fight. Motioning for them to follow, and to bring \"Levi\" Inside her wagon, the woman ducked back inside just as quickly as she had come out. Watching a moment, Siona looked back towards Marsila, before swinging her leg over the horse and dropping to the ground, her old worn out boots kicking up a little puff of dust from the road. \"Come on,\" She said, \"I'll help you bring him in.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nA Catch up Post in Vallen\n\nEric had been silently watching the trial next to his wife. He eyes following everyone he spoke, preferring not to speak since he was here to advise and his wife had taken most of that role. Though, if he'd been asked, putting the shifter to death was the most fitting and expedient sentence. Eric was surprised by Heath Romanov not wanting the shifter to be put to death, while also being surprised by some paladin wanting her. It was sort of perplexing that anyone wanted it alive, simply executing her and moving on would be much easier. \n\nIt wasn't until Anya had stood up that Eric looked back towards his queen in time to see the glint of metal exchanged between his wife and queen. By the time Eric had fully realized that it was a small dagger being exchanged between the two Anya was well on her way toward the shifter, but no one rose to stop her and Angelica seemed completely calm. It felt surreal, maybe everyone else was just stunned?\n\nAnya then stabbed the shifter and stormed out with Queen Lane in tow and the verdict was announced along with an intermission. Eric initially stayed near his wife, listening to her explain the reasoning to Mikhail.\n\nAt some point during the intermission, Eric pulled his wife to the side and said \"Angelica, next time we plan on doing something crazy in a public forum, please let me know so I can be ready for it?\" He requested in the normal calm voice he spoke in around her, before the two went back to their seats for the continuation of the council. Sitting quietly for the queens return he looked up at her, surprised at her return but welcoming it."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nCouncil Room\n\nAnyanka seemed content to return to the meeting, and while Angelica didn't necessarily disagree that she should be in the room, she didn't think _now_ was the best time. \n\nAfter all, she looked on the bring of exhaustion. She pressed her lips together and looked to Zane when he spoke, her hand moving to Eric's thigh. \n\n\"I hate to agree with Harmattan, but you look worse for wear.\" She said softly, and Anya gave a small shrug, her eyes on the somehow runny and somehow thick soup being served. \n\n\"Eric, darling, do you want to trade seats? If she needs someone to catch her on the way down I won't be able to hold her.\" She murmured, having turned to her husband."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric Stafford\nCouncil room\n\n\"Of course.\" Eric replied, shifting seats with his wife to sit next to Anya. \"If you need any help, just let me know.\" Eric offered to Anya in a low voice before turnning his eyes to the soup. \n\nEric took a breathe and the smell filled his nostrils. For a moment, it took him back to his childhood in the Taemarian countryside near Lord Storm's castle. Eric took a taste of the soup and paused, letting the taste sit on his tongue for a moment. He looked to Angelica after a moment. \"Huh, just like my mother used to make.\" Eric said, his spoon stirring idly for a moment before taking another half spoonful."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCouncil Room\n\nShe watched as the Staffords changed seats and sighed. \"Does _anyone_ on my council wish me to be here?\" She questioned, her voice harsh and low as she looked to Zane, then Eric, and lastly Angelica.\n\n\"If you weren't wounded, yes. But I worry about it.\" Angelica said plainly, unafraid to speak first. \n\n\"I'm _fine._\" Anya insisted, and produced two vials from her pockets. \"Danico gave me tonics to help.\" She added, pocketing them both.\n\n\"What are they?\" Angelica asked, and Anya gave a half shrug.\n\n\"I dunno.\"\n\n\"Oh _good_.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric Stafford\nCouncil Room\n\n\"If you say you're fine, you're fine, your grace. I trust your judgment on your health.\" Eric said, knowing he wouldn't be able to talk her out of being at the council. \"I only ask that if you can't take being here, you let me help you back to your room.\" \n\nEric took half a spoonful of the soup and then pushed it away, his stomach aching. _I cannot wait to go home._"
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nCouncil Room\n\n\"Personally, I don't think you should be here. Your arm was almost ripped off, you look horrible, and you're trusting an alchemist who left Astoria.\" Zane shrugged a bit before glancing at Anya. \"But you're also incredibly stubborn, so it's not like we can force you back.\"\n\nWith that the man faced the rest of the council again, stretching his shoulders once more."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nCouncil Room\n\n\"Alright, Grand Duchess Anyanka Durkhan? You're looking a bit green under the gills!\" Gregor called, his ruddy face twisted into a gleeful grin. He turned back to Lord Wrencrest. \"You can take your time, but by gods, at least begin reading before the duchess keels over. I think we're working with a short timespan, judging by the looks of her.\" \n\nHe laughed, jovially, tauntingly, menacingly."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCouncil Room\n\nShe hadn't expected to hear Gregor way her name, and she looked with a smile. \"I've been worse, but thank you for your concern, King Grunewald.\" As she said this, her hand clenched on the fabric of her dress beneath the table, wanting the damn Wrencrest to get on with it."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantres\nCastle Grunewald\n\nDanico chuckled and shook his head at the conversation being had by the duchess and company."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "**Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room**\n\n\"Ivagneth, are you *Staring* At him?\" Bennard hissed. His daughter turned her face and glared.\n\n\"I wasn't staring at anyone!\"\n\n\"This is a council meeting, young lady. It's unbecoming.\"\n\n\"Unbecoming? You can't say *Anything* To me about being 'unbecoming.' Why don't *You* Become a proper guest and get off your arse to make that speech you said you'd be giving?\"\n\nHe started towards her, and, with a horrible, *Horrible* Flash in her eyes, she jerked away fearfully. Bennard shrank and gawked at her for a moment. Something built up inside his chest, and with an irritated sigh, he put his hands on the table and shot up. He made his way over to Gregor's throne, unfurling the scroll as he walked, and, once in place, he held the scroll before his eyes and began in a calm, measured voice:\n\n\"'The origin of this plague is unknown, but popular theories abound. Some point to the current heavenly alignment—the Seekers have yet to respond—while others perceive a divine punishment for some wrongdoing by mankind. The latter belief has inspired many unfortunate reactions to the epidemic, but more on this later.'\"\n\n*Bollocks.* He'd forgotten the formalities. Oh well, it was too late now.\n\n\"'The plague began from Terresol.'\" *Born of the hubris and degeneracy of the Rumblood Queen's reign* As some claimed; this, they'd excluded from the text. \"'It has already exterminated the dwarves. Its primary vehicle is apparently the rat—oft are the vermin spotted in areas shortly before outbreaks therein.\n\n\"'Medicine seems useless. Bloodletting, herbal incense, immersions in vinegar and in rosewater—all have been tried, without success. The use of pleasant-smelling flowers to ward off morbid stenches seems more and more questionable. Overborne by futility, many physicians refuse to treat any more patients.\n\n\"'There has been much religious violence, especially in the Witherlands. To many Northmen, the gods are punishing them for their tolerance of outlanders. These fanatics are emboldened by the rise of the Lord of Wingsway and his ludicrous claims about the gods. Pogroms have been carried out against Midlandmen and, particularly, Southmen. It should be noted, however, that it was indeed Southern merchants who introduced the disease into the Witherlands.'\"\n\nBennard looked askance at that line, which he hadn't noticed till now. Giving Charity a cautious regard, he added, \"Or so these few men posit, Your Majesty.\" He then proceeded:\n\n\"'One in three who get the disease will die, according to the conclusions of gathered Physics and mathematicians in Terresol and Araedia. It is common for an entire household to be strictly isolated if any occupant is found to be sick. This protects the wider community, but has, tragically, often put an end to entire families within their homes.'\" He winced. \"'Given the danger of the miasma that lingers about corpses for a time, the houses of entirely deceased families are usually fired.\n\n\"'In many places, especially those rural, this measure cannot be enforced, leaving people with a grim dilemma: whether to remain with afflicted family members and face the strong possibility of death, or to save themselves. Circumstance forces this decision upon children, siblings, spouses, and, worst of all, parents—abandoning the loved one to their fate, or accepting the risk and staying by their side, so they do not have to die alone.'\"\n\nAn unnerving chill. Bennard was silent for a moment, and exchanged a sorrowful look with his wife.\n\n\"'Many Marinese are in despair. Clerics of all faiths have noted an increase in piety as people pray for deliverance. Families have been rent by death or abandonment. Noble lines have been deprived of heirs or have even died off entirely.\" Gods in the frost—*Hull.* He could still see his son laughing at him from down in his cot, still felt the grip of a tiny hand around his finger. He'd laughed less as he'd gotten older, as children starting jeering at his birthmark—the mark that had loured, then pink, from his face even as a bright-faced baby boy. Hulward had the body of a warrior now, but was still profoundly, perhaps indelibly, vulnerable. Bennard wasn't sure if he'd heard him laugh at all since the war. Gods save him, Bennard prayed. Gods save his boy.\n\nBennard realised he'd been silent for several seconds. He panicked, eyes flying in search of where he'd left off. He skimmed over the rest of the text, and sighed, collapsing the scroll and looking glumly upon the room. \"The, um .. The rest is a personal example. My men—my knights—and I had been out hunting, and we ... Found bodies.\" He swallowed, looking upwards. \"Aye, bodies ... Of many people trying to flee onto our land to seek refuge, but ... Of course, venturing into the wilderness like that in the wintertime would normally be unthinkable. The Witherlands is very cold, you see.\" \n\nHe had a weak puff of laughter at that remark. The brief crack was soon filled in by the weight that pressed on his mind, and he swallowed hard. \"But they'd been very desperate. Desperate for their children's lives.\" His hands tightened around the scroll. He looked at Ivagneth. She was frowning at him. \"And their children were with them, and ... I ...\" He was unwinding. His voice had climbed in pitch to a trembling peak. He looked away.\n\nAnother breath. \"My apologies. I find it difficult to maintain composure in these, um ... Difficult times.\" Bennard squinted at them. Everything was warm blurriness. A few dabs from his handkerchief cleared his vision, and he could see Ivagneth's beautiful, flaxen hair obscuring her face as she stared at the table. His guts squirmed, and he couldn't contain a sigh. \n\n\"Wrencrest in part—no, enough rambling. You all have your own peoples about whom to worry. I'm sure you all feel the same burden. I'm glad to see other parents bringing their children to this meeting.\" He gestured to Mikhail, Wilhelmina, Walburga, and Auburn. \"Fine inheritors, all of them. It's important for them to see what we do. To learn, even if they're learning from our mistakes.\" \n\nHe gave them all a compassionate frown. \"I pray for your families. And I hope that we can put an end to this plague soon—\" He nodded towards Vex \"—and that our lives can be the same they ... The same *Way* That they were before. Thank you.\" He lowered his head and started walking back to his seat."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nSince the sentence of Arabella, Anna had spent the rest of the council in a bubble. She had little hopes for her speech, but now that she had seen first hand how much the council attendees did not care about the north Anna just tossed her practiced speech aside as if it was mere useless litter.\n\nShe could only keep thinking about what to do, what to say, how to not go back home empty-handed. The Lady barely heard Lady Wrenchest talking to her, and did not touch one bit of food during the break. Her body was there but her mind was not.\n\nThen the council resumed, lord Wrenchest spoke about the Witherlands and the plague, and Anna finally came back to the present.\n\nOnce he was finished, she stood up as she cleared her throath. *Here goes nothing*\n\n\"Members of this council\" She tried to call the attention of the attendees, hurt and hints of her current anger in her voice \"As you have heard, this plague has come into our homes equally with no mercy; my own brother recently perished after battling the sickness, may the gods take care of his soul\" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, burying the memory deep down so she could focus and continue\n\n\"But the plague isn't the only thing trying to make the Witherlands a miserable place\" She looked to one side, then to the other, looking at everyone to check if she was having any attention. At that point, she no longer cared about formalities.\n\n\"Not the eternal winter, as that we have mastered and use to our advantage as much as we can, but a vile and sadistic rat called Nathaniel\" She couldn't believe the ill words that were coming out of her mouth \"As villagers were mourning and trying to not get sick, he came through with his whole army and murdered the sick and the healthy, the old and the young, and put them in the piles of burning corpses or burnt their homes!\" Anna's hands curled up into fists as she recalled the moment in which Vivayn told them the events at his arrival\n\n\"He did this to every village on his way to Castle Barrmount, where he crashed my late brother's funeral. He planted his army at our gates and inside our home as we tried to mourn Lord Rodrick. My sister, Lady Sibyl, head of House Barrmount, ordered me to assist this council in her place as she took care of our unwanted guest, and here I am\"\n\n*Not that any of you care* She thought to herself.\n\n\"I, Lady Anna of House Barrmount from the Iron Plaines, second daughter of Yaron Barrmount, offer our house's alliance to anyone able to assist in bringing down Lord Nathaniel Vivayn's army. House Barrmount is known for their loyalty and their fierceness in battle, as we have always produced excellent warriors. But if that's not sufficient for you, I offer our alliance and-\" She swallowed hard \"And my own hand in marriage\"\n\nShe sat back down in her seat, having finished her new speech. She rested her lightly trembling hands on her lap and kept her head high."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nCouncil Room\n\nDemetri set his spoon down and wiped the corners of his mouth clean before rising a few inches to call out.\n\n\"The people of the Witherlands have killed each other for a thousand years, and will kill each other for a thousand more. Your dispute is a domestic affair within your own borders.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nAnna looked over at the voice and snorted a laugh.\n\n\"You fool. It is within the borders now, but do you think that Vivayn will be satisfied with only taking over the north? Cause that man doesn't stop at nothing, that rat waits until you're at your weakest moment and strikes, and I assure you don't want to have at your door such a big army of men that come from the north, who have grown enduring the harshest conditions nature can throw at you and stop at nothing, commanded by a merciless and skilled strategist as lord Nathaniel\"\n\nAnna didn't know how she had been able to keep her cool while speaking.\n\n\"But if you are so careless about your lands then go and treat it as a minor inconvenience of foreign lands, but don't you dare cry when your only options are bending the knee for him or burning alive along your villagers\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nCouncil Room\n\nDemetri couldn't help but shake his head.\n\n\"And we are to just, what? Take your word? Are there any councillors from the Witherlands not allied to house Barrmount that may give their account of the situation. I say it's rather convenient that Lord Vivayn, who has shown very little interest in the outside world these past years, yet now he appears to be dead set on world domination.\" Demetri laughed a little louder.\n\n\"The world is too big for one man to rule. These sound like the claims of an insignificant house trying to desperately save the acre of ice they hold so dear. Esteemed council, maybe we can stay on the topic at hand before hearing the words of everyone who came with something to say?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Oh of course you think of yourself so high up the pedestal, southerners... But if my house was insignificant we wouldn't have been invited here, keep that in mind. Be as disrespectful as you want sir, your lack of empathy and manners will be your fall\"\n\nShe looked away from the man and back at the rest of the council.\n\n\"None of you care about the north, that's not news. Still, House Barrmount's offer of a marriage stands in exchange for aid against a powerful enemy. That's all I will say on the matter, do what you want with that information. Thanks for your time to all guests of this council\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nThrone Room**\n\n\"What exactly is the quarrel between house Barrmount and house Vivayn? The steps he took to stem the plague sound a bit unnecessary, but from what you described, he sounds more like a rude, unwanted guest who arrived at an inopportune time that you want help evicting more than a world conqueror. As long as he hasn't done something ridiculous like declare himself 'emperor' Vivayn, I don't see why you think this will spread to the rest of the continent.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Yes your majesty, he is indeed an unwanted guest. He has destroyed my lands the same way he has destroyed all the villages he has come across on his way there\" Her voice was softer than before, less hard than with the last man \"It's uncertain if he will stop there or continue, and I don't care if he keeps our lands as there is nothing left to save there. But if he does decide to continue to the south I want people to be prepared. Everyone has suffered enough with this plague, I don't want anyone else to meet death by the hands of Vivayn\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**King Dennon Bigsby\nThrone Room**\n\nDennon pressed his lips together when the main question of his commentary of what exactly the quarrel was remained answered, but he was not about to ask it again. If she wanted to keep secrets while asking for an ally, that was her choice."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I wonder, why is this not a matter you've taken to Lord Carter? If I'm not mistaken, you are a vassal house of his. Is the Ice Lord that unfit that you cannot bring domestic disputes to him? The north fancies themselves separate from the rest of Marin, yet you bring this Vivayn nonsense to us. The north never showed us respect or interest in our politics. Carter is not here, the true lady of your house is not here,\" Queen Elle said coolly, tracing her fingertips across the rim of her wine goblet. \"The north is separate when it pleases them. Our burdens are not theirs.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room, Vallen\n\n\"Lady Anna.\" Bradai placed a hand on Lord Wrencrest's papers, but was cut off by Queen Romanov-Black. \"She 'as a point. Certainly Tha Ice Lord knows uff vhis. Why'asn't your Great Lord come to your assistance?\" There were a list of suitors that he was considering, but none of them seemed to be able to summon up a land army sufficient in breaking a Northern siege. \n\n\"Lord Vivayn destroyed towns as 'e moved fhrough, but vhen stopped and is currently staying in your 'ome? 'oo let 'im in?\" He moved to say something further, then paused. She was just a child.\n\n\"You are a brave woman, you've come to tha Souff to solve a problem in tha Norff. Felix Carter fought a war to keep us out because 'is bruvher did what you do now. 'e killed 'is own citizens because 'e was afraid uff us. You're a braver man vhen 'im.\" \n\n\"But if Vivayn is really 'oo you say 'e is...\" He shook his head, \"It must serve to reason vhat your 'ome is gone. Do you 'ave proof vhat your sister even still alive? Or did she send you 'ere to save your life?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I know Lord Vivayn. He is a fine man. He is only looking out for you,\" King Gregor said, wagging his finger at her as though she was petulant child. \"I have never met a citizen of the Iron Plaines who did not look on the brink of death. I think it is high time that a stronger house should take hold of that land. Someone to *Feed* Your bloody people, to keep the plague out. To protect your land from invading forces, should they come. That is not something House Barrmount has been capable of.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nVoices upon voices upon voices. All of them saying the same thing, all of them confirming what she knew all along. She had risked it all to come for nothing, abandoned Sibyl for nothing.\n\nThe voice of the islander king took over the others asking the same thing. And she also wondered, why didn't the Carters appear at all? Why didn't the Carters do nothing to stop Vivayn on his destructive way? . All that loyalty they had sworn to the Carters had been in vain too?\n\nThe pirate king paused as he looked at Anna. She saw it in his eyes and the subtle way his features softened, was it pity?\n\nHe called her brave. *Pft, brave? Look at me, unable to defend anything, being torn apart by this room full of barbarian stuck up nobles. Don't you dare call me brave*\n\n\"As a said before, your majesty\" She responded to Bradai, her voice cracking at the memory of the events \"We were in the middle of a funeral, in our most vulnerable time, and he just barged in with his army. He ain't no guest of ours, he's a parasite... And n-no\" She tried as hard as she could to keep a straight face, but the puffness of her eyes as tears dwelled on them gave her away \"I don't know if my sister is still alive, I highly doubt so. That's why, I repeat, don't care if he keeps my lands as there's nothing left to save there\" A tear rolled down her cheek and she furiously wiped it away with her hand \"I just want to stop him from harming anyone else\"\n\nKing Gregor's, if that excuse of a man could be classified as king, nasty voice came up, his words angering the young Barrmount to her very soul.\n\n\"With all due respect\" She rose once again, her small frame seeming even smaller in the middle of the immense room \"The north hasn't had a famine in centuries and our economy and borders have been managed just fine. You-\" She cut herself off before it was too late. Her legs were about to give out and she was exhausted. It wasn't worth it, it was a lost battle, it, was time to admit her defeat.\n\n*He's the one to talk about what a house can or cannot do! The only things he does is eat like a pig, drink like a pig, and a barbaric and extravagant failed attemp of publicly executing a defenseless pig* She thought to herself, biting her tongue.\n\n\"To hell with this!\" She was on the verge of crying. Witherlanders were right, compassion didn't exist in the south \"Do what you want, burn if you want!\" She said as she went away from her seat and to the door \"They were right about southerners, though I still hope at least the gods have more mercy on your people than you\" She said as she recalled the state of the villages on her way to the castle. \n\nShe spun to the door, her white mourning gown dramatically moving along, and opened the door with a push"
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nHe was about to respond to his fellow bard when the Lord Wrencrest began to speak about his findings on the plague and the council proceedings began in earnest. As such, he clapped Kallophon on the shoulder and gave him a nod. \"Looks like things are startin' up again. Fin' me afterwor' an' we'll 'ave a drink, aye?\" He walked back to his seat and took another sip of his cup of wine, but decided not to eat the slop in front of him. *'Even Har'tack woul' be a better option than this'* He thought to himself. \n\nThe Lord Wrencrest presented his findings, none of which shocked the Admiral. He wasn't sure if any of the information was new to anyone sitting in the council. And yet, his king invited the lord to sit with him, so perhaps there was some merit into it after all? \n\nThen there was the whole squabble about the witherlands, and the lady representing it. He didn't know much about those lands other than that it was cold, massive, and way too far from the southern seas. Retto admired her resolve and courage to come and ask for help from the council, but he knew it was doomed. *'Like a mainlander woul' help any soul ou' of th' goodness of their 'earts'* He thought to himself. \n\nHe felt bad for the woman, but there wasn't anything he could do for her. He sighed and took another sip of his wine. \n\nMore insults, and more shouting. \n\nElbaroda couldn't wait to get back to his ship. He had just about enough of the mainland to last a lifetime."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Daniel Black \nThe Council Room\n\nThe king of the Northshore pursed his lips, watching as the northern woman screamed at the council room and left, her gown flowing behind to emphasize her dramatics. He was growing tired of the fits being thrown at the council that day. Large emotional outbursts, exclusively from the female members in attendance, were doing less to prove their competence than anything he had ever seen. Stabbings and door slammings.\n\n\"They should not have sent that child in here. Three words and she gave up on her people in a fit of rage. Her people are alledgedly being burned alive, yet she could not handle two people questioning her words. I suppose she simply wants them to burn as long as it preserves her emotions,\" Lord Aleksandr Romanov mused. \"The older Barrmount should have come.\"\n\n\"She spent the entire time sniffling and crying, gasping and moaning,\" Queen Elle said, \"I daresay, they would've made more of an impact sending along their dead brother in his casket rather than the girl.\"\n\n\"Her home is reportedly being invaded. It is no surprise that her emotions are running high,\" King Daniel said, \"However, insulting the council and stating that 'they were right about southerners' was wholly inappropriate. She came here for help and when she did not immediately get her way, she insulted an entire part of the continent. Perhaps someone should fetch her before she forsakes her people over a hurt feeling or two.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThrone Room**\n\n\"Perhaps she regretted offering her hand in marriage after seeing the selection of eligible bachelors in the room and wanted get out of it.\" Lucrezia said jokingly, kicking Kirk's chair."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nJust before exiting the hall she heard the last voices commenting on her behavior. They were right as much as it pained her.\n\nShe was a child, unable to withstand the cruelty of the nobles not even to try and save her people. But who cared anyway, there were no people left to save anyways, she barely hoped her sister was still alive at that point.\n\nAnna felt the disgrace of the whole Barrmount lineage, only being able to cry instead of fighting, but as much as she wanted she could not fight. She wasn't made to fight, and would only get more and more negative thoughts about the house. She could do nothing to save Rodrick, she mourned while her village got slaughtered, and now she wouldn't be able to help Sibyl either. She was just a disgrace. Not even offering her hand did anything, but who would want a whiny child as spouse?"
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nCouncil Room\n\nDemetri couldn't help but smirk to himself as he watched the woman leave. As he sat down he grabbed a quill and marked the elaborate W in front of him with a flourished check."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nBennard felt his heart bunching up in his chest as he returned to his family. He saw Ivagneth hanging her head and the sad smile on his wife's face. Shortly, he would be by Adelhayd's side again, and all the pressure of the room would at least partially dissipate.\n\nSuddenly, he felt a ringed hand grasp his wrist and flinched. He turned his startled eyes to the hand's owner: the Pirate King! From what Bennard had heard, this rough-looking man was godless and bloodthirsty. However, now that Bennard experienced his manner, he found it surprisingly kind and warm. He could not help but smile back. \"Why thank you, Your Royal Majesty! This document is the combined work of the most learned physicians in Wrencrest. They are quite worldly, as you would have noticed.\"\n\nHe looked around, wondering where Bradai intended him to sit. The barb spat at him by the mighty-looking woman who must have been the Princess of the Isles caught him off-guard. He swallowed. Was he a ponce? He knew people saw him as reserved; that was who he was, and he was too old to worry about it anymore. But effeminate? That would be a disgrace for him, as a representative of the Witherlands of all places. He wanted to be a refined Wither, but a Wither lord was not a *Ponce.*\n\nStill unbalanced despite the remark despite the Pirate King's words of comfort, he took Gitten's seat with ungainly motions and an unsure expression. Bennard cleared his throat and gave the man a polite nod. \"Of course, Your Majesty. Read at your leisure, and if you have any questions, I will gladly indulge you.\"\n\nBennard had expected a slow, pregnant calmness to follow his speech, as those gathered digested what he had said. He had hoped that his grave words would evoke a spirit of sobriety. He had hoped that people would realise the gravity of what had befallen the continent. When Lady Anna stood up for the second time, however, he began to worry that his efforts were about to be nullified.\n\n*Rodrick.* Pain swelled within, and he shut his eyes to contemplate the image of the Barrmount boy. So much youth and energy, all washed away. How old had he been—eleven? Poor Hulward had been only thirteen when he too had fallen under the threatening shadow of death; Bennard found that, whether that shadow manifested as war or pestilence, it spared none, neither for age nor for lineage. Though he had made the right choice for his family's safety, it pained him not to have attended Rodrick's funeral. Then again, they would all be hostages to Vivayn right now if they had gone, and the funeral had been desecrated by him anyway. Bennard knew not how clear things were in the more temperate, illuminated life of the Southerner, but for the Wither in his cold, unforgiving land, the right choice was an obscure, fleeting thing. Right now, they were all making decisions clouded by obscurity, trying to do what was right for their kin; he hoped they would not be led into ruin, but he found himself more and more disappointed by the ones from whom they were seeking help.\n\nLady Anna's unexpected offer to the foreign powers took Bennard aback. Could she offer herself in marriage without Sibyl's approval? Could she offer her loyalty to an outlanded house without committing treason against Marshall? Bennard sighed. He had always been loyal to Marshall; loyal enough to betray his own liege. He had told himself that it was worth the sacrifice, that he and his king had the same interests; but what had been his reward for that sacrifice? Tenacious scars struck across the hearts of people he loved.\n\nHe was getting angry now, and his temper was often said not to exist. What question could there be of Vivayn's motivations? Bennard had mentioned them in the speech just a moment ago; the man was a bloody zealot, likely eyeing Crakefall and wanting to conquer the Iron Plaines on the way there! And then, the absurd idea of contacting Marshall first. Did these ignoramuses not understand how difficult long-distance communication be in the Witherlands? Not to mention the possibility that the Ice Lord could have already been in motion towards Taemar when the invasion happened. Even the Pirate King, despite the warm first impression, made Bennard's blood boil with his questions. What did it matter if Sibyl was dead or alive? What did it matter even why his liege had sent Anna? All those questions would serve to do would be to excite the young Barrmount's tumultuous emotions.\n\nSoon, he was proven right. Lady Anna stormed off, vehemently conceding to Felix's philosophy. Bennard was starting to follow her in that regard, though decided not to follow her in her act of protest. It was not his place to intervene, and he was deeply reluctant to try and deal with any of these shady souls anyway. He deflated and put his face in his hands. \"What will become of us?\" He muttered.\n\nHe heard Adelhayd hissing pleas. Looking aside, he saw Ivagneth trying to pull away from her mother, tears rolling down her cheeks. \"I must stand by my liege house!\" She protested. Much like Anna, Bennard figured, present circumstances had her in a stormy disposition. He could not blame her, of course, and felt no inclination to stop her. Since Adelhayd was slightly more concerned about maintaining a stately image than keeping her daughter under control, Ivagneth had little trouble breaking free of her grasp. Bennard winced with embarrassment as he watched her thrust Jade into Feineth's arms and run for the door to catch Anna. By the gods, the girl could run like a courser—even in those riding boots."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAll the emotions boiling inside her had her swiftly walking back to her chamber, not wanting to cross anyone in her way. When her arm was grabbed to stop her she nearly jumped.\n\n\"WHA-\" She was starting to angrily cry out, but stopped when she saw who went after her \"Oh\" She dried the tears on her face with the back of her hand \"Ivagneth what are you doing here, go back to the council\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nIvagneth shook her head as she took Anna by the shoulders. She did nothing to dry her own tears; her eyes bled sincerity. \"I know where I want to be, and it's not in there with those dolts. My parents can try whatever they want. It won't do any good. But I'm going to stay by my lady's side.\" She clasped Anna's hands between her own. \"We both have siblings who are at risk. Whatever it takes to save Sibyl and Hull, I'll walk with you.\"\n\nShe wasn't sure what their options were, besides either trying to hire mercenaries or simply heading home and throwing themselves into the fray. Her parents would be paralysed. Though poor Baldur was the steward, Uncle Lackner would probably be the one to take command of their bannermen. He probably hated Vivayn for poisoning Felix's forces at the Siege of Grand Stead, and Hulward was like to be the same. Then again, Lackner and Hulward both had reasons to hate Marshall even more, and if Vivayn was coming to the Plaines \"Diplomatically\", there was a chance he'd try to persuade them into joining him. Uncle Lackner probably didn't have the motivation to follow him; Hulward was a different story. If they could hold out both strategically and morally, then the two of them would have a chance of getting back in time to try and avoid disaster."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna looked at her hands being held and sighed.\n\n\"As much as I appreciate your loyalty, I did enough today to bring shame to my house. I don't want you doing the same...\" She softly pulled her hands free after giving a squeeze to Ivagneth."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"But Anna, I-I'm not shaming my house by supporting my liege lady. I don't care if coming here was total folly—I'll be there with you, whatever comes next. I don't think my parents will have a clue what to do, but ... Surely there's some way? We can ...\" She looked off for a moment, then shook her head. \"It doesn't matter. I'm with you. We'll all be with you.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"I...\" She looked at Ivagneth. Her loyalty and determination to help the Iron Plaines comforted Anna a bit, making her feel less hopeless.\n\n\"Well, if we'll have to solve this matter by ourselves we need to... To... Uhm- we will have to make some plans first\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth turned around and walked to an arrow slit window, staring out the narrow gap to contemplate the landscape beyond. She thought silently for a moment, taking a soft breath. \"Perhaps we should go back inside? They're swine, just like Felix said, but ... I'm not sure if we can afford to turn them against us. By the gods, the king even talked about *Helping* Vivayn. I think we can make them understand that you had an eruption, which was *Their own fault*.\" She turned around, pointing at Anna. \"We'll listen, and make sure we know about affairs. It can only help us. Give us more control over the situation.\" She shrugged, frowning at Anna. \"For now, I don't think we have anywhere else to go. But afterwards, you can tell me exactly what happened.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald \nThe Council Room \n\n\"Well, isn't that just typical of the Barrmounts? Always thinking with their cunts rather than their heads,\" King Gregor said with a heavy sigh. He used the palm of his hand to rub under his chin as he thought over the events that had just transpired. \"Though she brings about a good point. *Marriage* Is often times the answer. It would benefit their poor land to have a strong southern influence. They're rejecting Vivayn's help, a foolish error, but there's no reasoning with that girl's hysterics. As marriage was her own offer, I feel it may be the only reasonable solution that she will agree to. Do any of you care to dip your fingers in the north?\" Gregor asked. \n\n\"Yes, who is brave enough to brave that bush?\" Nickles piped up. \"Not I,\" He added, as though he was ever an option in the first place."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nAdelhayd rose a little from her seat, raising a finger. \"If I may, I would offer some insight into this matter, Your Majesty.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I hope you're offering up an eligible bachelor,\" King Gregor said with his bark of a laugh. Nickles joined in, giggling heartily in his wheelbarrow. A small puddle of blood had formed on the floor below his stump. Spitza eyed it, hungrily."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nAdelhayd simpered. \"A Barrmount marrying a vassal's heir? The continent would turn into the sea first. Besides, I'd be heartbroken to spoil Hulward and Anna's friendship—but I digress.\" She put her hands on the table, and gave Gregor a sombre look. \"Our native faith foretells the coming of a great winter, one that will freeze the world and end civilisation as we know it. If the legends are true, one who is chosen by the gods will rise to deliver the worthy from annihilation, so that they may be preserved forever in paradise.\n\n\"Nathaniel Vivayn thinks that he is that chosen one, and that the end of the world is nigh. Every house of our people, he will either bend to his will or seek to destroy, and by the time he has the throne, he'll likely betray many of his allies for being undeserving of salvation.\n\n\"Not all of our houses reject the South. My lord and I have always been friends of the South, and have many good connections in Terresol. But if our precarious welfare does not stir you, know that Nathaniel will likely install the Skagerllys as the lords of Reaper's Skull when House Vivayn becomes royal. The Skagerllys are ruthless and belligerent, and under Vivayn's apathetic rule, they are like to spill much blood on the border with Taemar. They may even skulk as far as Ibethiel and Terresol to pillage and rape.\"\n\nBennard nodded to his wife. \"Aye,\" He said, looking at Gregor. \"The Vivayn is not worthy of your respect, Your Majesty.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThrone Room**\n\n\"I'd love to see their attempt to traverse tan Ibethiel mountain range avoiding our border guard.\" Lucrezia said arrogantly.\n\n\"I wouldn't.\" Dennon added."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I mean no disrespect, but southern forces are much different than northern. Nathaniel Vivayn is not capable of seizing any land outside of the Witherlands,\" Heath added."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Captain Jax Brightwater\nCouncil Room\n\nJax rose with Aleks besides him.\n\n\"My squire and I can attest to the brutality of the eldest Skagerlly brothers first hand.\" Before reclaiming his seat."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Is that right? Then tell us about the Skagerlly,\" Gregor challenged, arching a brow."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai rolled his eyes at the talk of prophecy and Northern religious zealots. \"It would appear that marriage is 'er only option.\" He looked over to Gregor, \"I don't suppose vhat Auburn is looking to marry tha second daughter uff a dead 'ouse?\" A wry smile came over his face, \"Just fink about all uff tha grazing land up vhere for your 'ogs, Gregor.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Over my dead body will I send my only son to the frozen north with that wailing little girl,\" King Gregor snorted."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nCouncil Room\n\n\"My brief account of their holdings was underwhelming. The people had no food, no security, barely any housing. Yet the two brothers keep is packed to the brim with resources that put any existing stock to shame. They make play things out of their family and subjects. I can not speak for their motives but they seem to view the rest of their fellow men as nothing more than dolls to which they can smash together. My squire...\" Aleks refused to rise again, \"Aleksandr Skagerlly, has been under their torturous care the entirety of his life. Just look at him and see their handiwork.\" Jax finished, gesturing to his pale shadow that appeared as if the wind itself could blow his ghostly frame away."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black\nThe Council Room \n\n\"Why does the north have a king if he cannot control his own vassals?\" Queen Elle sighed, \"Perhaps instead of trying to snuff out every Great House the Witherlands births, you consider ridding of your ineffective leader. It seems as though half the Witherlands is starving or under the rule of tyrannical house while Marshall Carter sits idly on the throne, stuffing his daughter's gullet with an endless amount of food.\"\n\nPrince Nickles Ramsalot\nThe Council Room \n\n\"Lady Marnie is *Quite* Large, indeed,\" He said with a knowing smile."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\n\"To clarify, I am not suggesting that Nathaniel Vivayn will attempt to conquer any land outside of the Witherlands. The Skagerllys, however, will doubtless cause trouble if they became the lords of Reaper's Skull. Nathaniel may even give them the Iron Plaines to satisfy their feud against the Barrmounts, in which case their threat will be immense. If they don't make war openly, they will send their savage parties forth without banners, and encourage a general air of lawlessness and violence.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer, King Dennon Bigsby, and Kirk Pinewood\nThrone Room**\n\nThe queen began to form an idea. \"What if the Barrmount girl married a man in a high position of government in a Southern kingdom? Ibethiel, perhaps.\" Lucrezia wondered aloud.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Dennon whispered.\n\n\"Making a mercenary sale.\" She whispered back before speaking aloud again. \"Royal Antiquities Dealer Kirk Pinewood is an eligible bachelor.\"\n\nKirk turned around with a scowl on his face. \"So my position is nonsense until you get the idea to try to marry me off?\" He seethed under his breath."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Daniel Black\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Perhaps we should get back to the matters at hand, like Queen Scheer recommends. Anna Barrmount believes a marriage will solve her predicament and if Kirk Pinewood agrees, we will have at least solved one matter of business today,\" King Daniel said, pinching the bridge of his nose. As far as he was concerned, the Iron Plaines drama was a mere distraction from the very real problem of the plague."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai watched as Lucrezia offered up one of her council members to be married, the little man with the smiling lips. Kirk the Cat. \n\n\"I can't see any reason as to why Anna Barrmount would reject some Ibbish mercenaries. And King Black is right, we should at least solve vhis issue while tha Paladins are out stomping fhrough tha swamps. A gesture uff goodwill towards tha Norff might not be a terrible idea.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald \nThe Council Room \n\nThe hog king pounded his fist on the table, the wine sloshing around his goblet. \"Hell, let's have the wedding here, *Tonight*! I am *More* Than happy to host it within my castle and the sooner we wed them, the sooner we can rally the Ibbish to help them. I am certain that Lady Barrmount will be *Quite* Pleased.\"\n\nHe looked over to Wisdom Serafina. \"You do weddings and all that shit? We could have a proper ceremony by dusk.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The Wrencrests\nThe Council Room\n\nBennard looked around, almost in a daze. He leaned towards his wife and said, calling out in as subdued a voice as he could make while still reaching her down the table, \"This is absurd. Anna can't marry herself off like this.\" \n\n\"I think they're going off the assumption that Sibyl's ...\" Adelhayd's words fell short, and she ended up frowning apprehensively at the table. Things were slipping out of hand again.\n\nAs she stroked Jade's neck, Feineth looked across the table to study Kirk. In Oldtongue, she quietly remarked, \"Mm ... Anna's nice ... She should marry a knight. A strong, handsome knight, like Father was. Not him.\"\n\n\"Quiet, Feineth,\" Adelhayd snapped in the same tongue."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nCouncil\n\n\"Aye!\" Demetri liked the idea of having another opportunity to see a proper Hog Dangle."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Gregor Grunewald \nThe Council Room \n\n\"Would you prefer she return home, with nothing? We are offering her a lifeline. She's free to go home and ask the spike upon which Sibyl's head is likely mounted for permission, but I wonder if Queen Lucrezia's offer will stand at that point...\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"Yes, Your Majesty. I would be happy to perform the marriage rites under Auryn.\" She spoke confidently, with a gentle smile. \"That is if both parties agree, of course.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "First Admiral Gitten Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nGitten slowly turned to Rhetto, nudging him with an elbow. \"Can ye play any weddin' song on that thing?\" \n\nShe slammed her flagon down on the table, all of the talk about politics, war and plague had made her thirsty, and with the discussion of a wedding brewing, she wasn't going to let the fervor die down. \"Tha Isles 'as brought enuff provisions ta enjoy a nice feast. I can spare a few a' me best fighters to go with tha Paladins if it means that we're going ta throw a festival for tha lovely Kirk Pinewood and 'is 'andsome bride!\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Auryn? *Auryn?*\" Adelhayd covered her mouth in shock. \"By the gods ... No, no, no ...\" Though deeply distressed by this affront to the Frozen Gods, she held her tongue. \n\nBennard watched the conversation progress with wide eyes."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nHe swished his wine around in his glass. From executions, to plague talk, now to planning a wedding without the potential bride present. Gitten had asked him if he knew any wedding songs. In response, he gave a shrug. \"O' course I do, Gitten, bu' I wouldn' say tha' th' weddin' woul' call fo' th' ones I know. They're supposed t' be 'appy occasions, in my 'umble opinion\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "First Admiral Gitten Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nGitten leaned into Rhetto and smiled, whispering near into his neck. Her breath stunk of rum from the night before. \"We are going to watch as these fuckin' Mainlanders marry off a girl to grown man shorter than 'er, and I 'ave a enuff rum in my room ta put us both in caskets sailing down tha river.\" A chuckle rose in her throat, \"I'm thinkin' that we can some'ow manage to make this an 'appy occasion, don't you? It'll be grim enough without music, aye?\"\n\nShe pulled away from him and flashed him a smirk, patting the side of her overcoat with her rings, wordlessly showing him where her flask was."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nHe sighed and rolled his eyes. Gitten was a personality and more. \"Whateve' ye say, Gitten.\" He replied, then took a swig of his wine. \n\n\"I jus' feel ba' fo' th' girl. Mainlander o' no'\" He said to just himself. \n\n\"Wha' eve'. I'll play a' this *'appy* Occasion. If no' bu' t' a' leas' sto' i' from bein' a silen' affair\" \n\n*'If no' bu' t' ge' ye' off me back'* He thought to himself."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina heard the outburst from the Northern lady and chuckled quietly. \"You'll have to forgive my interruption, Lady Wrencrest.\" The Wisdoms voice spoke up at the unintentional protest of marriage under Auryn. \"Considering Lady Anna and the Witherlands predicament with Lord Vivayn, one may say the Frozen Gods have no care for your people. If things truly are as horrible as you claim. Rest assured, my lady, the young woman will be well cared for under Auryn's hand.\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Not in a million lives will I go back with those barbarians\" Her jaw tensed for a moment as she calmed down once again \"They wouldn't set foot in the north even if they were paid, and if they did they wouldn't last a day, you know how the weather treats foreigners...\"\n\nAnna glanced at the end of the corridor, where the closed door to the council stood.\n\n\"Those brutes won't accept the marriage, and even if they do they'll just try to trick me or send their worst men to die at the Iron Plaines, judging by how they speak of the north and how highly they speak of themselves. Staying here will be useless\"\n\nThat's one of the few things about diplomacy she was able to learn from Yaron, and then got reminded by Sibyl in some occasions: if someone thinks poorly of you but ends up saying they will help you, they just think you're weak enough to manipulate.\n\nAnna felt exhausted. The funeral, the hurried travel, losing her guard and horse, the fear for her sister, and now the weight of having to engage in diplomacy with a bunch of southerners without being manipulated. She was too naive and inexperienced for this.\n\nShe shook her head to push all of those thoughts aside and put a hand on the shoulder of the Wrenchest girl.\n\n\"I'll go change, if there are no answers here I'll have to go look somewhere else. You can go back in if you want and keep me informed, or you can come with me. I'll be leaving at midnight\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd sighed bitterly, loosely shielding her eyes with a hand as she leaned against the table. \"Sacrilege,\" She muttered.\n\nIvagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth looked upstairs with a frown. Going the rogue's way was out-of-character for her; the thought of running away into the night in this gods-forsaken land terrified her. At the same time, however, she doubted that her parents would have anywhere to go once this council was over. She didn't want to be stuck in this castle, and they'd probably be better off not having to worry about taking care of her, even it meant making them worry if she was dead or alive. And of course, she preferred in that moment not to be near Father. Things just weren't going to be comfortable, and she doubted they would be again for a long time. Maybe when the plague was over, things *Could* Go back to the way they were, just like he said. For now, however, drastic action was in order.\n\nShe nodded at Anna. \"I'll stay and learn what I can.\" She took a step back up towards the room. \"I'll ask a servant about where your accommodated. Till midnight, my lady. Gods keep you.\" Ivagneth turned and hurried to the door, and, from there, walked back to her seat with an air of nervousness.\n\nAdelhayd looked up at her. Anger flashed across her face, but it was followed closely by a look of utter exhaustion. She extended an arm to hold her daughter's shoulders as she sat down. \"How does our lady?\"\n\n\"Me?\" Ivagneth asked, to which Adelhayd nodded. \"She's alright. Distraught. I'm going to go to her later tonight, for, uh, counsel.\"\n\n\"Counsel. That's my daughter,\" Adelhayd replied with a warm smile, and kissed her child's temple. \"Such a caring girl. Poor Anna ...\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "King Daniel Black\nThe Council Room \n\nThe pale Northern girl returned to the council room, the Barrmount nowhere to be seen. King Daniel placed his pen down and ran a finger over his knuckles as his wife craned her neck to see if the representative of the Iron Plaines would come through the door. It remained tightly sealed. \n\n\"A fool,\" She murmured, tucking a golden curl behind her ear. Daniel could not help but agree with his wife. If the Iron Plaines were in such a dire situation, then sulking about the castle was not the way to solve it. When the lives on one's citizens were in danger, it was up to the leaders to sacrifice their own happiness or comfort for the wellbeing of their people. King Daniel had been impressed with Lady Barrmount's offer of marriage, but when it came to deliver, she was nowhere to be seen. \n\n\"Lady Barrmount must be summoned. She opened the floor for this discussion and abandoned it, wasting precious hours of council time on her whims. I do not care if she comes back to announce that she is leaving, or if she will accept the solution we've come to. She needs to be here to end her motion so that we can move on,\" Daniel said sternly. \n\n\"Fucking aye,\" Sir Heath muttered quietly under his breath, having spent the last hour praying for the council to move faster. \n\n\"Yes, this has been completely inappropriate,\" King Gregor agreed. He pointed to the Wrencrests. \"One of you fetch her or we'll have the guards go. Enough is enough. If she has wasted all of our time with this farce, I will be extremely displeased.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nThe Barrmount watched Ivagneth until the doors closed behind her, appreciating her support. Yet, Anna could not evade feeling a sting of guilt.\n\n*I'm dragging yet another person with me, like I did with my maid and the guard, and see how that ended... I can't protect them, hells! I can barely protect myself...* Her thoughts spun constantly inside her head like a wheel as she resumed her quick steps towards the chamber assigned to her *Thank the gods father isn't here to witness this, he would be so ashamed*\n\n...\n\nHer traveling clothes had already been cleaned, and she started to get dressed as she updated her maid on her failed attempt at diplomacy.\n\n\"My lady... I think you should give them another chance...\"\n\n\"For what?!\" Anna was still feeling bitter as she put the gown aside on her bed \"To spend another couple hours hearing them laugh at the north and maybe stab another person? To hear them say how Vivayn is awesome?\" She started to get dressed as she spoke \"I have no time for this, every second that I waste not going back with help is another chance for everyone to be slaughtered! I-\" Her voice caught in her throath as she unsuccessfully tried to quickly dress with trembling hands.\n\n\"Let me help\"\n\nThe maid helped her with the garments as Anna tried to calm down and not cry again, controlling her breathing. \n\n\"I-I just... I just wanna go back home...\""
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"author": "zammycat6788",
"message": "Emelia Cloverbloom\nRoad from Vallen, Taemar\n\nEmelia let out a sigh of relief when Marsila said he didn't get hit in the head, she did not feel like dealing with someone with a concussion. \"That's good makes my job easier. You guys caught me in time, I'm about to leave in two days\", She went inside and grabbed her supplies, medical salve, bandages, alcohol, and a wet rag. She laid it out on top of a chest that doubled as a small table. She edited her inventory list to reflect what she's about to use.\n\nShe contemplated pulling out the cot but decided not to, he didn't seem that hurt.The goat was asleep in the corner snoring softly, she chuckled a bit. She went back out, \"Okay I've got everything set up, what's the damage? There's only so much I can tell by looking\". She turned to Siona and smiled, \"Names Emelia, nice to meet you\"."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nThe fucking doctor's office\n\nArin's eyes fluttered. \"Where... Where am I?\" He said, groaning as ice-hot pain raced up his arms. He carefully picked his hands up and glanced at them, before groaning again as he noticed the deep gashes that now shot pain through his arms. \n\nHe blinked again as he tried to gain his surroundings. He glanced at the young woman beside him and forced a smile. \"I'm... Fine. Really. I'm fine.\" He said, blood beginning to leak through the fabric that loosely held onto his hands. His grit his teeth together as the open wounds rubbed against the rough cloth. \n\n\"Maybe not as fine as I think.\" He said, softly smiling again. \"But nothing I can't get through, though I know I can't use my hands to do much.\" He said, looking at Marsila."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth slowly rose from her seat. How typical it was that her and Anna's solemn agreement was about to fall apart; who knew her lady's fate now but the whispering frost? Part of her felt a little better, however, to know that perhaps a strong accord could be reached to the satisfaction of everyone. \n\nThere was a chance of there being less uncertainty, less peril, and she decided to seize it. Even it would mean awkwardness and dull anguish aplenty. At this point, she was no stranger to those sufferances.\n\n\"I shall fetch her, Your Majesty,\" She said with a hint of unsurety in her voice. Though Adelhayd once again tried to dissuade her discreetly, she was soon away from her parents once more. She threw a glance at Mikhail as she walked out and immediately cursed herself for it. She was too starstruck from meeting Heath, too occupied with thoughts of warmer, more exotic lands, and their handsome princes. And how could she ponder boys now? Symon had only been dead for—\n\nShe stopped short of the door, suddenly clutching her chest. A chilling shiver crept up her body, filling her chest with a horrible, mournful sting. Symon was dead. Should that not have been hanging over her constantly? She felt numb. She'd been feeling numb since they were first imprisoned in their own home. Why the *Fuck* Hadn't Father told her?\n\nIvagneth shook her head. There was no time to think of any of that now. There was no talking to Father yet. There would never again be time to talk to Symon. Perhaps Sibyl was gone or doomed too—but Anna was still alive, and there was still a chance to save the Plains.\n\nShe hurried down the stairs and quickly discovered that she had no idea where Anna had gone. She thought she heard the faint noise of footsteps down this and that hallway, and wandered in deep frustration for too long a while. Ivagneth went hunting for a servant instead, and from there it was a laborious \"Ask-her-ask-him\" Until she was directed to the right room.\n\nShe gently knocked on the door, her brow heavy on her dolorous eyes. \"Anna? Anna, we need to go back. Gregor's threatening to arrest you.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nThrone Room**\n\nKirk began to sweat more than he had in years. He expected the more level heads at the council to dissuade Lucrezia's musings, but they had only encouraged them. His stomach had tightened, and it wasn't from the bone broth. Running from a giant in a cursed forest hadn't been this terrifying. He felt like he couldn't hold onto any breath. Kirk couldn't look anyone in the eye, including Dennon, whose mouth hung open in shock."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nShe had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on her door. Ivagneth's voice and her warning caught Anna by surprise.\n\n\"Arrest me? For the love of the gods, why do they like arresting people so much\" She muttered as she went to open the door \"If that nasty pathetic excuse of a man wants to arrest me, why in all hells would I go back there? So they can stab me too? Or treat me like that poor pig at dinner?\" Anna spat out, still bitter about Arabella's judging and the barbaric actions the council had been doing."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth shook her head frantically, reaching out for Anna's shoulders. \"No, he doesn't want to *Kill* You, he only threatened to send the guards to get you. They want you back in the throneroom so we can finish this whole marriage business, and Gregor was very adamant about it. I think it's best if we come back as willingly as we can, Anna.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Well okay, but as soon as they start wasting time I'm out\" She reluctantly accepted \"Have everything ready for when I come back\" Anna ordered her maid.\n\n\"Yes my Lady\"\n\n...\n\n\"They will laugh at us again, make fun of the north, of my house, waste our time and offer nothing\" She told Ivagneth, nervously fidgeting with a strand of her hair as they approached the door \"I already wasted so much time here, time I don't have. This better be worth it\"\n\nAnna opened the doors and entered the council room once again, feeling intimidated as she felt the judging glares of the guests as knives piercing her skin.\n\nAnna took a deep and shaky breath as she straightened her traveling clothes with her hands, and then held her well practiced posture, her jaw tensing as she gritted her teeth and kept her head risen high.\n\nInstead of sitting back at her assigned seat, she walked up to the center of the room, where the shifter had stood during her trial."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina's eyes snapped to the entrance as the Barrmount child re-entered, stubbornly taking a stand in the middle of the room. Though her earlier fit had not aged the child well in the Wisdoms eyes, she knew it took courage to return. For that, if nothing else, she had regained an ounce of the initial respect. Serafina waited expectantly for Gregor to explain the circumstances repeating the marriage vows in her own mind."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, a moment before\n\nAs they had walked, Ivagneth's brow was still heavy with worry. \"Do you want me by your side, Anna? Or should I sit down and let you stand alone?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna did not answer verbally to Ivagneth, instead going to the middle of the room. Anna shot a look at Ivagneth from her position and did a small gesture with her head to signal Ivagneth to go back to her seat"
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth gave a pout at her lady's motion. For a moment, she felt somewhat spurned. As she moved to her seat, however, she realised that perhaps Anna was trying to be different, to take on a new persona that would more effectively navigate this courtly affair.\n\nAdelhayd sighed at her when she came and sat back down. \"Don't go running off like that, Ivva ...\" She rested a hand on her daughter's nape, and looked upon Anna with a hint of apprehension in her eyes."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nViola was bored - to put it simply. The council had been called to create a solution to the plague, something they had only spoken about once between petty royal problems.\n\nSo she flipped through her journal, reading over her prepared speech and various other notes, eyes drifting over sketches and doodles and graphs, ignoring the crudeness of her king and the childish tantrum from the Witherlands girl. She had no place to speak among kings and queens just yet.\n\nThe professor's mind shifted back to the lady she had spoken to the night before, distracting her from the royal dilemma going on around her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n**\n_\"Barrmount girl, we have wonderful news. Ibethiel has found a suitor that will help secure the support you need. Kirk Pinewood.\" _\n\nAngelica pushed gently on Anya's shoulder, and she blinked, pulled back from a daze. Who had said that? Gregor? Probably, he seemed in charge. Angelica gave Anya a look of 'you awake? Do we need to go?' But Anya shook her head, sitting up better in her seat and immediately regretting the movement."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThrone Room**\n\nLucrezia stood up. \"Yes, Lady Anna. Your generous offer of marriage will not go to waste. Ladies from around all of Marin would be jealous of this choice.\" She said, gesturing toward the man in the chair next to her who was trying not to have a heart attack at such a premature age. \"We know how happy this must make you, and from what I understand, you won't be waiting long for the union to take place either.\" She added, glancing around the room, but particularly eyeing the wisdom in attendance.\n\n\"That is, of course, assuming that you agree to this marriage which will help your people get the support they so desperately need at this darkest hour.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nJust outside of Valen, Taemar\n\nThe Order of the White Rose was always shrouded in mystery. The Bulwark they called home wasn't found on any map, surrounded by ice and fog and monsters. The rumors that came from such a place were as wild and terrifying as you could imagine. The majority of rumors were just that, rumors and tales spun too far and wide over the millennia, the Paladins first reveal in hundreds of years was sure to derail those rumors. Except they chose Vex.\n\nVex Gresham was the best of the Hunters the Paladins sent out, and that came with a price. He was more animal than man, his brain was beyond fried from the potions his kind used, and now he only saw his crusade against the abomination. He was in his source in the wild, tracking, killing, feasting on the flesh of monsters. He was a nightmare, and everything the rumors promised.\n\nHe sucked air in through his pointed teeth, scanning the trees briefly. This was the spot where they would gather, the volunteers from the Council he awaited. Vex gripped the chain in his right hand tighter and gave it a hard yank.\n\n\"Keep up, Shifter. If you fall behind again, I might just change my mind about keeping you alive.\" He hissed behind him, casting the creature a shadowy glance."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nOutside of Vallen, Taemar \n\nThroughout the walk from the castle, Cecilia kept a piercing glare towards the back of the Paladin's head. Her body continued to ache from the previous night, though the wound on her stomach given by the duchess had disappeared completely while leaving a mark of dried blood in its place,her lung and shoulder continued to hurt. She was pissed and sore enough as is. It didn't help that some dipshit paladin continuously tugged against the chains that wrapped her wrists, wishing she the strength to break free. When the paladin spoke, Cecilia fastened her pace slightly so there would be some slack within the chain. Twisting her wrist, the shifter wrapped part of the chain around her hand and pulled against it while taking a step back in hopes to rip the chain from Vex's hand. \n\n\"You want me to keep up? Get these damn chains off me.\" She hissed out in annoyance, wishing she had the energy to attempt an escape. Her stomach continued to groan from hunger which began when they left the council, the rats from the dungeon only satisfying the shifter enough to heal herself before shifting out of her wolf form. The Paladin in front of her looked tempting, though she doubted it would be worth the risk to attack him in her weakened state."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nVex stopped dead in his tracks as his arm snapped back with force. The shifter wasn't impressing him, a normal man would've been sent to his back at the sheer strength he felt, but Ceci was dealing with a Clergy of the Thorn. The chain grew exceptionally taught, the metal links in the middle almost creaking at the two opposing forces. Vex kept the tug of war going, his icy stare catching the creature, before sighing and letting the chain fall from his grasp.\n\nHe turned slowly, drawing his silvered blade, before stabbing the point in the ground. His hand went to his belt and he pulled free the key.\n\n\"Do it yourself.\" He scowled, tossing the small piece of metal towards the woman. \"Do not run. You will not get any second chances with me.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nCecilia being aggravated by the man when he hadn't fallen or even stumbled backwards was an understatement. She reached out in time to catch the key he tossed and began to use it to unlock the chains from her wrists. Cecilia fumbled with the key while attempting to insert the metal into the lock from an awkward angle. It took a minute or two until an audible click was heard when it finally entered and turned. Once her hands were freed, the shifter let out a sigh of relief as she could feel the blood rush back into her hands. When the guards placed the chains on her back in the dungeons, they were cautious to bound her as tightly as possible. It was a great relief when the chains were no longer wrapped around her wrist. \n\n\"Let me guess.\" She began as her gaze moved towards the dagger by his feet. \"If I run, you're going to throw that thing right at me.\" Seeing his strength, she didn't doubt his aim and figured it would be a lot more simple to throw a dagger than it was to chase after her if she was to make a run for it. \"So tell me, who shoved that pole that is lodged so far up your ass?\" She knew it would probably be smarter if she was to keep her trap shut, yet couldn't help the snarky remarks that escaped. She blamed Heath for that."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nVex tilted his head to the side, slowly squatting down to the dagger he just dropped into the dirt.\n\n\"This? Oh no, no, no, no, no. I won't use this to take you down, I only use this particular beauty after the hunt. If you're to run, I'd follow, and just that. Have you ever seen what happens to a creature after they don't sleep for weeks? When every time they go to close their eyes I'm right there waiting. They become crazed, and hungry. It would be a shame if one of those crazed beasts were then let into a city, all that food just waiting to be plucked up. I'm not going to kill you, shifter, but if you run I will make it known what vile and disgusting creatures your kind really are. I gave you the key, so now the choice is yours, will I be hunting witches today, or shifters?\" He smiled, flicking his tongue across the points of his teeth.\n\n\"As for the stick, I suppose I put it there myself. But my stick belongs in this world. As for you? You may yet have purpose, despite the oddity your existence presents.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nOutside of Vallen\n\n\"How fun.\" She responded sarcastically after listening to his little speech on what would happen if she was to run. She had doubts, but she wasn't planning on testing the Paladin any time soon. \n\n\"Fine, let's just stick to witches. Speaking of which, why are we hunting them exactly?\" She questioned, unsure if she had missed out on some important information during the council. Then again, she was forced from the room before the man who claimed to have information began his little speech."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nVex picked up his dagger and resheathed it.\n\n\"They caused the plague. That's the only reason anyone needs to put an end to a coven.\" Vex straightened and folded his arms over his chest.\n\n\"We humans have this thing called 'Decency,' when a group of people are responsible for the deaths of thousands, they should be held responsible.\" Of course the Order had ulterior motives, but a magical creature certainly wouldn't sympathize with that side of the story."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\n\"That makes sense. Witches being the cause of the plague that is.\" She didn't bother responding towards his talk of decency, knowing she could care less about the death of others as long as it wasn't her own. Some would call it selfish, Cecilia called it the food chain. \n\n\"So, you aren't worried about catching this sickness?\" She assumed all humans would fear going near anything that could kill them, unless they had a death wish themselves. Hopefully Vex here and all the other Paladins would catch the disease that riddled Marin. Then she would be free of them."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nVex couldn't help but laugh.\n\n\"Do you know how many plague cases have popped up in Taemar? Wouldn't it be a little weird if these witches created a plague that they could so easily catch themselves? They're coven is a sanctuary against the disease, I have no fear of contracting it. And if I do then that is simply yet another step in my path of Devotion.\"\n\nVex stopped laughing once he was done talking. He knelt down once again and began rummaging through a burlap sack marked with the white Rose. The bag was just on the small of his back, underneath his actual pack. From it he pulled a flank of dried lamb.\n\n\"Eat. You'll need the strength.\" Another toss, at this rate he would be an expert at throwing things at the creature."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nHis statement and rhetorical questions made sense to Cecilia. She wouldn't have come to that conclusion herself if she was to find out the whereabouts of the witches. Then again, she wasn't particularly smart enough to do so herself. His comment about devotion however, had the shifter rolling her eyes. She didn't understand a thing when it came to religions, it seemed to be something only humans believed in. \n\nThe moment he pulled the Flank from a bag, Cecilia's mouth instantly began to flood with saliva. She caught it easily when it was thrown to her, keeping note to do the same to him if she was to ever hold something he needed. It was annoying the way he tossed everything towards her like a game of catch and didn't bother with thanking him when she began devouring the meat. It was a lot nicer compared to the rats in the castle and the rat prince's leg as it didn't hold that sour or bitterness flavour. \n\n\"So you think this Coven is in Taemar?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVallen, Taemar\n\nThe Lady of the Wine wouldn't wake up even if a whale jumped on her. Belladonna gave up and decided to try and go to the council herself, in behalf of the lady she wad posing as a maid of.\n\nWith a simple yet elegant gown she *Borrowed* From the Lady, the witch picked up one of the horses from the carriage and set off to the castle once again.\n\n\"Hopefully I've only missed some mindless chatter, we really need some clue on this plague... Our remedies are only palliative right now\" She spoke to the horse as they approached the castle.\n\nSuddenly, Belladonna halted the horse, as she saw someone exit the building.\n\nOne of them was chained, being harshly dragged along. She exuded magic, a special kind of magic no human possessed. *A shifter? I thought they went extinct... Poor thing*\n\nBelladonna's blood run cold when her attention shifted to the man dragging the creature behind him.\nThe mannerisms, his beastly looks... He didn't exude magic, but if he had been human once then it had been long ago.\n\n*It can't be... They were legends, they were supposed to- oh for fuck's sake!* She thought to herself, as her fists clenched and scorched the reins she was holding.\n\n...\n\nThe horse ran through Taemar like soul guided by the devil, sorting through swamps, bogs and forests. The tiny cabin was reached and the horse could finally stop as the woman jumped off of him and ran inside.\n\nBelladonna rushedly opened the door.\n\n\"Paladins!\" She surprised everyone as the door slammed against the wall \"They're in Taemar, I saw one of them\"\n\nEveryone was left speechless, color draining from their faces.\n\n\"Bel\" The High Sorceress broke the silence \"Are you sure that it was a paladin? It has been centuries since they-\"\n\n\"I swear on my mother's ashes that it was a paladin. If you only had seen him... He was an exact replica of the tales and legends, and he was dragging a shifter with him\"\n\n\"Let's remain calm, maybe they just were here to fetch the shifter. We just need to stay here until they're gone and everything will be okay\"\n\nDespite this statement, nobody, including the High Sorceress herself, was able to rest easy from that moment on. Belladonna set off again that night, in search of information on the paladin.\n\nLady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna crossed her arms as she listened to the offer.\n\n\"I said I offer my hand, not that I will accept the first person claiming to be able to help\" She set her eyes on Lucrezia \"What can Ibethiel offer as help? How much can Lord Pinewood really help my cause?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Francis Hecate, Lord of Rikolto\nCouncil Room\n\nDemetri sent a sharp jab into the overflowing jelly rolls that Francis called a waist.\n\n\"S-sir?\" Francis glance towards his companion who had been the antagonistic voice of the council.\n\n\"Stand and offer the Barrmount girl the hand of your Ward.\"\n\n\"But sir... I don't have a ward?\"\n\n\"He will provide, Francis, have faith in our Lord.\" Demetri placed a hand on the man's shoulder.\n\nLord Hecate slowly rose for the first time and cleared his throat.\n\n\"For the sake of offering the Barrmount family multiple options before we take the next step, perhaps The city of Rikolto may up the ante with the promise of my ward's hand in marriage.\" Francis rang his hands together, nervous but not because of the council. \"My own religious counsel is more than ready to perform a wedding more acceptable to the Northern Gods.\"\n\nDemetri chuckled, steepling his hands over the top of his cane."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThrone Room**\n\n\"I can offer you the mercenaries you need to help turn the tide in your troubles. Considering your current situation, I have little hope for an up-front payment. However, a marriage to such an esteemed man of the Ibethiel kingdom and a man I also consider a dear friend would help assure me that payment would come from the Iron Plaines later once this mess is dealt with. There are a few other ways as well in which this arrangement might be mutually beneficial. Though I need not go through the exhaustive list on council time. My offer of military support bound by the marital rites of Auryn stands.\" Lucrezia elaborated. \n\n\"You can try your luck with other suitors if you wish, but the results achieved by the Ibethiel military would be difficult to match.\" She said, glancing at the others that made their own offer."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina stood up and smiled at Lady Anna gently before speaking. \"The Ibethiel army is indeed a force to be reckoned with and would serve the Barrmount family well in the Witherlands. Furthermore, such a marriage would have the Southern Pantheons support under Auryn, which would only strengthen the military as the Red Guard could be at their disposal.\" She turned to look at Lord Hecate before gesturing towards Kirk. \n\n\"My lady, you have proof that Kirk Pinewood exists and is in good standing with House Scheer with access to the military that you desire. The same cannot be said of the ward House Hecate, who they failed to name. Furthermore, they have yet to offer you the assistance you desire. If you were to accept their proposal, it would be good standing to ask for proof of this wards existance, but that may take precious time you do not have. Your people need you and you have traveled to us for help. We have offered you a viable solution with some of the souths best soldiers that could be dispatched after the vows are made.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room, Vallen\n\nBennard dabbed his glistening forehead with a handkerchief. He was not sure if the gods could hear his mind's prayers this far south, but he pleaded nevertheless that this travesty would somehow be averted. He was starting to think that they should never have come down here. Bennard sighed quietly and looked aside to his unexpected seating companion. He decided to try and take his mind away from all this horrifying wish-wash.\n\n\"How does your archipelago, Your Majesty? We hear little of the Southern Isles in the Plaines. The visitors from the eastern kingdoms are rarely wont to discuss your people's affairs.\" He looked at the table and shrugged. \"I suppose they are not inclined to keep abreast in the first place, much the pity. They seem like such a fascinating place to me.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Demetri Troiarus\nCouncil Room\n\n\"Perhaps you should let someone who knows of Rikolto state their case before insulting them with lies.\" Demetri whispered under his breath."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nOutside of the City\n\nVex scowled at the beast as it fed. The irony of him criticizing the bestial nature of Cecilia not lost.\n\n\"Not only am I sure. I know where the coven lies. Now if you don't mind we should wait for the rest of the volunteers before I divulge the plan. I hate repeating myself.\" In truth he just didn't want to hear her talk anymore.\n\nIan Mortuo\nCouncil Room\n\nThe younger of the two members sent by the Paladins had remained behind after the trial. He sat in the back and kept his eye out an arrow slit. Once he noticed the sun had reached a certain point he stood up and clapped his hands together.\n\n\"Forgive yet another intrusion by the Order, Lords and Ladies, Your Higness' and Your Majesties.\" He began. \"But the time has arrived. My colleague is awaiting us and now I must ask that your volunteers follow me. I need not remind you of the severity of the situation.\"\n\nIan bowed to the council, before turning to the exit and beginning the train towards the clearing where Vex and the Shifter waited.\n\nJax Brightwater, captain of the Eclipse Guard looked at his squire, nodded, and stood up to follow the Paladin. The pale shadow of Aleks quickly in tow, nervously fidgeting with his saber."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCouncil Room\n\nAnya watched as Jax rose, about to comment on how she'd prefer him _not_ to go off with the paladins. But she swallowed down the comment, inhaling slowly and giving him a soft, 'be careful' kind of smile as he and Aleks stood."
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"message": "Nikita Valacar\nOutside the Council Room\n\nValacar stood amongst the huddled crowd of volunteers. Standing side by side, waiting for some event to occur. An eagerness lingered in the air, but it faltered in this weary feeling of uncertainty.\n\nThe group stirred as soon as the Council Room doors opened. In that instant, they all began to move in this march like fashion. Walking along with their arms at hand. The nature of this quest was dire, and Valacar could feel it resonating in the hearts of others."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nBradai had been watching the betrothal discussion when Bennard spoke to him. He really hadn't taken notice of the lord from Rikolto previous, but it appeared his young emissary was making moves. He pursed his lips and wrote his name down in his journal. \n\n\"What?\" The Pirate King turned to face Bennard, and his expression softened when the man asked about the Isles. \"Stable.\" He paused, but a chuckle broke his composure. \"By tha Gods, stable for once. Tha plague 'as made tha Mainland stop it's Gods forsaken meddling in my business and frankly, my Islanders are strong. Vhey're strong on tha water, vhey're strong 'ere. I find, Lord Wrencrest, vhat the 'arder I work, tha more lucky I get. It seems vhat my luck is—\" He paused when the Order of the White Rose came back into the room and began asking for volunteers. When he opened his mouth, he found that the voices of his men took it's place. \n\n\"Aye, we'll do't.\" One of them said, moving from his place on the wall. \"The Plague effects us all, Tonate Proper included. Wiff yer premission, yer Grace, we'll go on, signal more men from tha camp to join ye.\" \n\n\"Well, look it vhat.\" Bradai said, crossing his arms over his chest, \"I'm surprised none uff tha Mainlanders are comin' to solve a problem on your land. 'eaff Romanoff? Too busy to solve your own issues? No one 'ere going to join my men?\" He paused, \"I mean no disrespect.\" He lied.\n\nGitten gave a wave of dismissal, and five Islanders joined the Paladin and the Astorian knight. Bradai turned the Bennard, \"I suppose you don't 'ave any men you'd like to fhrow into tha Paladin's whims?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\nAnna pondered as she heard the council selling her Ibethiel. Were they telling the truth? Would they really help? Would the mercenaries be enough? She really needed all the help she could get...\n\n\"I-\"\n\nShe got interrupted by the paladin, asking for volunteers. Where did they take Arabella? Was she safe?\n\nAnna awaited as the crowd of the council died down and finished their volunteerings."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room, Vallen\n\nBennard hmphed at Bradai's comment about the Mainlanders' conduct. Whereas the Pirate King suffered from the overwhelming attention of the medial and southern kingdoms, it was the ignorance shown by those people towards the North that ever vexed the Lord of Wrencrest. Moreover, for all the work Bennard himself had done, he did not feel lucky at all. His lengthier passes at his goals usually left him disappointed. That lack of luck, that awful absence of movement and variety in his life, sometimes drove him to do things that had nothing to do with ill-fortune; things that were entirely his own doing. He glanced at his family, sighing gently.\n\nJust when he thought he thought the Pirate King would reprimand for an apparent break in attention, the Paladins sounded their call to arms. He took due note of the Islanders who stepped forward; their bravery and nobility surprised him. Some of the people here were somewhat proving correct the stereotypical views that they caught wind of in Wrencrest, yet the people of the Pirate King, the most widely lambasted of them all, seemed to be defying all preconceptions. That included their leader himself.\n\nHe turned his head in response to the Pirate King's probing and thought for a moment before saying, \"To be honest, Your Majesty, I am not sure if it would be right for me to send my men on this particular hunt. I doubt not that many of their kin back home already have muddled notions of me.\" He frowned at the table. \"I would not exacerbate their fair unfriendliness by delivering their brothers, sons, and fathers in linen wrappings. We see enough death in our land. Especially at present.\"\n\nHe continued in his thoughts, for fear of rambling, that people already knew his people for their bravery and their fighting prowess. They would not take much notice of some Iron Plainsesmen hopping onto a hunting expedition to spill the blood of a few maleficars. That was not the perception he desired to engender, anyway, since it did not hold to his ideal conception of Wrencrest in particular, nor was he entirely convinced that this horrific epidemic had its root in a few bog-hags. If this venture ended in the massacring of misidentified innocents—by the gods, even if they *Were* Witches—then the stain on his people's spirit would haunt him forever."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Council Room, Vallen\n\n\"Had I been operating upon my own volition, I would have volunteered,\" Sir Heath replied curtly. In truth, he was aching to participate in a witch hunt. It had been far too long since his sword had cut something that was not his nearest and dearest friend. \n\n\"Yes, I'd rather my head knight stay with me while I'm abroad,\" Queen Elle said, \"Despite how badly you want Heath to get transfigured into a toad by an insane bog witch, King Maith.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nHe watched as Lord Wrencrest seemed to shift in his seat, providing a long and storied answer as to why he men wouldn't go. Bradai studied him for a while, lips pursed in thought. He was afraid, that much was obvious. They were all afraid. \n\n\" 'ave you asked vhem?\" Bradai asked, \"I would.\" \n\nThe Pirate King turned his attention to Bennard's retinue. \"If you want to prevent deaff, you should at least send a scout to write some more uff your pretty journals. Send one wiff my men, vhey'll protect 'im. Vhat is...\" The Pirate King folded up the Lord's notes and handed them back to him, \"If you see any opportunity in it, anyways. 'oo knows, maybe we'll capture a witch. Vhey'll know.\" \n\nThe Pirate King laughed at the mention of an insane bog witch, \"Your people are dying in vheir beds but yeah, you're absolutely right. It's priorities, really. I'll sleep easy knowing all uff your knights are safe. Gods forbid 'e becomes a toad. Vhen he wouldn't be able to fight or protect anyone.\" He smiled when he looked at Anyanka Durkhan."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black\nThe Council Room\n\n\"I gave my reason for keeping him. Perhaps you should go yourself instead of laughing upon everyone else who has reason not to go, coward,\" Queen Elle said in her lilting voice. \"Your people are dying. It's priorities, really.\"\n\n\"You're already half toad, Bradai,\" Prince Nickles jeered from his wheelbarrow."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\n\"My people are dying, and my people are going. Tell me when I took my fuckin' vows to protect people. Tell me when I, or any fuckin' Shitblood for vhat matter, was ever given tha title Sir and not spit on for it.\" He laughed, \"You wanna 'ear a joke? A funny fuckin' joke? You know what vhey call a Romanoff wiff no one around to protect vhem? Dead.\" Gitten pounded her flagon on the table, laughing boisterously. \n\n\"Calling me a coward and clinging to your bruvher's pantleg. Now vhat's a fucking joke.\" He squared his jaw as he ran his hand through his beard, \"Somebody start vhis fucking wedding so my men can leave and save us all, or 'ave we all forgotten why we're 'ere?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black\nThe Council Room\n\n\"By all means, King Maith, go with them. Sending your pawns does not make you better than the rest of us,\" Queen Elle said, waving him off both metaphorically and in reality. The Islander stench was one that Elle had never grown accustomed to. \n\n\"Wheel me to the boy,\" The last Ramsalot ordered. Kenmath did as he was told and gripped the handles of the wheelbarrow, settling him down in front of king Bradai. Unfortunately, Kenmath was a sloppy driver and he rammed Nickles' fresh stump into the corner of Bradai's chair. \n\nHe screamed."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams and Thugsby\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Withermen watched as Dame Clarabella Cooch was wheeled past them, waving their bloody stump aloft. She watched as the raw end gingerly connected with an errant set of splinters on the Pirate King's chair. The two of them reacted in horror as the Dame's wheelbarrow connected, toppling over and sending the girl to the ground. \n\nPersephoen stood from her chair, nostrils widening at the scent of the Dame's blood. It smelt foul, like rat fur and paste. But it was only when the Dame's head connected with the ground that she realized the true identity of the disgusting little stumped-ass wastrel lying before her. The noise from the poor boy's head was like an empty pot, the deep brassy tones emanated from the soft noggin for three straight minutes, echoing around the room. \"You...\" Persephoen whispered wondrously. Her face turned as pink as Nickles' dress as she passed out. \n\nThugsby hadn't realized a damn thing but was able to catch the Warden as she passed out. \"Somebody get my babe some water!\"\n\nThugsby\nThe Council Room\n\nUpon realizing that no one would get his babe some water, Thugsby dropped Persephoen and reached across the table to grab a vase of water. He placed the rim of the vase to her lips. \"You know.\" He began, \"The way you all treat people from the Witherlands is pretty disrespectful.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nVallen\n\nOh, to see the throneroom at last! Sir Wendel leaned slightly so he could get a good look at it through the open doorway. There they were: the royal family. Never before had he even glimpsed the countenance of their great king. He was a touch less chiselled than what Wendel had expected, but no matter; the Grunewalds had kept a stable and, to him, very happy kingdom for years, and that was enough for him. Though Gregor could not hear him, Wendel whispered, \"Hail to the King,\" With sparkling lavender eyes and a broad, reverent smile. \n\nSuch an honour too to lay upon the magnificent Auburn and Wilhelmina, and the nobly-suffering Walburga. And many warriors from whom he had taken much inspiration, such as the glorious-though-controversial Sir Heath—both of them longtime sufferers of mixed regard!—and the might Eric Stafford. The mere sight of those two filled him with determination, though he felt a touch of disappointment upon ascertaining that neither of them seemed to be coming with them: a bitter shame, to be sure.\n\nAs additional volunteers filed out of the room, he clutched his helmet tighter to his chest layered with padding and mail. Such varied faces were those that came to fight by their side. There was no doubt that this would be a splendid and glorious foray into the face of maleficent evil! When the time came, he would follow his fellows down the stairs and onwards to the field. Never before had the brilliant, stirring pith of the ancient tales been so powerfully resurrected in the crux of modern affairs."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe council, Vallen\n\nViola hadn't *Meant* To eavesdrop on the pirate king's conversation with the Wrencrest lord - but since she had no business with the marriage problem, her ears had searched for solace in the whispering conversations of others in a similar situation.\n\n\"*If you want to prevent deaff, you should at least send a scout to write some uff your pretty journals*.\"\n\nIt was an opportunity. A dangerous one at that but at least with islanders protecting her she doubted she would be in harms way (and she was around enough young boys with magic to handle herself well enough around witches anyway). When she saw a moment, she leaned slightly over the table towards the pirate king and the lord.\n\n\"Apologies, King Bradai, Lord Wrencrest,\" She began, nodding to each in respect of them,\"I did not mean to listen to your conversation but I couldn't help but overhear something about sending a scout with the paladins.\"\n\nStraightening herself a little, she cleared her throat. Her hands were shaking on her lap,\"My name is Professor Valentine Godwin, I'm employed with the academy of Azarya and I have an understanding of the plague and where it comes from due to my own research I had hoped to present today,\" As she spoke she slid over one of her journals, filled to the brim with research, drawings and diagrams.\"I've been on field missions before and my interest is purely for my own academic curiosity, I only ask to be allowed to go with your men and will happily share my research with you upon return.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer and Kirk Pinewood\nThrone Room**\n\nLucrezia sat down in annoyance that the decision of Anna Barrmount had been delayed to deal with the witch hunt. She might have sent some of her guards, but none of them had accompanied the group to the castle. Their invitation said to only bring council attendees. Apparently, the Islanders had received a different invitation or simply couldn't read theirs. Pirate King Bradai's extensive entourage had become the de facto law enforcement of Grunewald Castle since the hosts seemed limited in their staff at present.\n\nMeanwhile, Kirk was praying that the council would forget about him."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Ian Mortuo and Vex Gresham\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\nThe call brought Vex back to the present and looked towards the sound. Ian emerged from the trees, his armor a dead giveaway in the brush, with others behind him. The younger Paladin had a spear in his left hand that he tossed towards Vex.\n\n\"Where are the others?\" Vex returned, choosing to speak in Voxdei.\n\n\"Others? This is all we have.\" Ian returned, the rolling R's and guttural consonants accentuating his chuckle.\n\nVex cursed in Common before handing a small sack of coins to his younger compatriot.\n\n\"Watch the prisoner.\" Vex muttered before resting his spear across his shoulders and addressing the- He sighed. -10 volunteers that gathered.\n\n\"Welcome, and thank you all for answering our call. The Order of the White Rose owes each of your lieges a great favor in the future.\" He began before pointing North West. \"Approximately 3 hours in that direction as the crow flies is a coven of very dangerous witches, they are responsible for the plague and pose a threat to the future of Marin. As far as we know they're are less than a dozen and a half there of varying experience in a small cabin, however once we get inside it will be unknown territory. We don't know what these witches are capable of, so assume they are extremely dangerous. The plan is to let the prisoner shifter lead the way, after that we'll take advantage of the chaos these creatures will cause on each other, and eliminate the threat of the plague once and for all.\"\n\nHe paused for a second or two to catch his breath.\n\n\"Are there any questions?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islanders \nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nThe six Islanders that had volunteered were ordered to kill the witches first, and protect the Academy Scout second. Three of them sported large packs on their backs, provisions from the camp they had set up outside Castle Grunewald. They generally trusted the Paladins to keep them safe from harm, and although none of them had ever fought against witches, they had fought against cannibals and scags just the same. At their sides were falchions and on their backs were crossbows, complete with twenty silver bolts. \n\nAs the Paladins pushed the Shifter to the front of the group, a few of them chuckled. They had seen multiple attacks against their King from this beast-woman, and now they could see the carnage from the other side. \n\n\"Aye!\" A young Islander shouted, waving his hand in the air. His large pack clanked noisily behind him, \"I gotta queschin! What's stoppin' 'er fram teamin' up with these witches n' killin' us all?! She 'as no kinship with us, we're men n' she's...\" He narrowed his eyes to get a better look at her, \"Well, she's that wolf thing, innit?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nVex was new to the Islander accent, but couldn't help but appreciate their bluntness.\n\n\"Correct, she is that Wolfing Innit. And as you know she only cares about her own skins.\" Vex smirked his pointed smirk.\n\n\"The prisoner has been promised leniency in her punishment in exchange for clearing the witches. We don't know for sure if she's going to go along with it, but that's why we brought all these silver weapons.\" Vex patted the dagger on his right hip."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nAs the other Paladins and volunteers began to arrive, the shifter could help but narrow her eyes towards the pirates. She hated those types of humans more than the Paladins themselves, hoping they would find a way to get themselves killed during their battle against the witches. When Vex mentioned she would be the first to attack the witches, she thought it was quite typical that she would be forced to do most of the dirty work. Then again she *Was* Their prisoner. \n\nWhen one of the islanders questioned about the shifter teaming up with those they came to kill, the corner of her lips tugged upwards into a smirk. It was a valid question, however Cecilia thought it would be too quick of a death to attack them in her wolf form as she was to do with the Coven. Instead, Cecilia fantasised poisoning them all whilst their guard was at their lowest and/or whilst they slept, Especially that Paladin named Vex. \n\nLooking towards the youngest islander who spoke while keeping her gaze away from Vex, she found herself amused by the name he called her. \"I prefer the term 'Beast'.\""
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"author": "tape_______",
"message": "Nikita Valacar\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nAs the procession of travelers continued forth with discussion, Valacar remained silent, trailing behind at the very rear. Much of the matter of this quest left no interest to the young knight. An adventure was an adventure, that was his only thought that crossed his mind. The fallen state of the world was merely an afterthought, putting forth this estranged detachment all throughout.\n\nHe was calm, to say the least, easing himself away from the bitter discourse and onto the hushed sounds of the surrounding fauna. The world may perhaps be in grave peril, but it still reveled in the lush sceneries of nature. The trail pushed further and further away from civilization, plunging deeper into Lady Camira's warm embrace.\n\nIn his quiet peace, the young knight began to sing a quiet hymn in his native tongue:\n\n*O', give us pleasure in the flowers today;*\n*And give us not to think so far away*\n*As the uncertain harvest; keep us here*\n*All simply in the springing of the year.*\n\n*O', give us pleasure in the orchard white,*\n*Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;*\n*And make us happy in the happy bees,*\n*The swarm dilating round the perfect trees...*\n\n...And to such melody, he remained away in his little world. Following along in listless ease."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nSir Wendel tightened the leather strap underneath his polished sallet. With an elegant roll of his arm, he let the shaft of his eight-foot spear slide out from his elbow and fall into his hand. He placed its fairer extremity firmly onto the earth, and for a moment, he silently eyed the shifter. Was this manner of creature truly the cause of all those scary tales his parents used to tell him before bed? Wendigos were much more fearsome beasts, he imagined. She seemed more like a bottom-end whore scraped up from the wretched urban grime. The poor thing.\n\nOh well, he wasn't going to question an expert. If a Paladin said that she was a shifter, then she was a shifter. He looked aside at his companions. Was someone singing? He hmphed, then gave a nod to the group's leader. \"Paladin Vex, how do we *Know* That these witches are the origin of the plague?\""
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"message": "The Paladins\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nIan spoke up.\n\n\"I can answer that. I've recently been studying the cause of how the plague was spread so quickly. While it's true for disease to be rather quick, we had reports of two cases in opposite ends of the country in what seemed like hours. This trail of bread crumbs led me to find that a large number of rats in Marin appeared to contract a fungal rash when infected, however this fungal rash was really just fungus, Taemar fungus at that. I came to my compatriot here with this knowledge and before long he found the coven's cabin in a place they could easily harvest the fungus.\" Ian adjusted his spectacles as he spoke, his fidgeting stopping almost as soon as his speech."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nOutside of Vallen\n\nWhen Viola was given the okay to go ahead as a scout with the islanders she followed them, an empty journal and a pencil in tow. \n\nAmong the islanders Viola felt smaller than usual. Even looking at other fighters in the crowd. At least being small made it easier to get away if she needed, she thought. Her attention was directed back towards the Paladin as a knight asked about the origins of the plague. \n\nFor the most part, she *Was* Satisfied with the answer.\n\n\"I have reason to believe,\" Viola piped up, voice cracking as she tried to keep it low enough to pass for a man,\"That the witches will be covered in the spores they have created. It would be wise to cover your nose and mouth while you fight them.\" \n\nA half second later, she added,\"Just-just a theory, though.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nWhen she heard a man begin to sing, her gaze tore away from the islanders as she began searching for the source. Her nose scrunched in distaste towards the lyrics and wondered why exactly this man was singing about nature in a bright peaceful tune whilst the Paladin was discussing a serious matter. With a shake of her head, Cecilia did her best to tone out the song before focusing on those who had questions regarding the task at hand. \n\nWhen a smaller feminine voice spoke up, the shifter began searching the small crowd until her eyes landed on the young woman with writing instruments on hand. Her brows raised in disbelief that someone who looked like they hadn't fought a day in their life was interested in the witches they planned to hunt. Surely she wouldn't survive once they found the Coven. \n\n\"This group has to be a joke.\" She commented dryly."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Dark crimson rose lodge of sorceresses\nTiny cabin of the coven, Taemar.\n\nAs they got some remedies ready, a couple of witches conversated, an uneasy feeling in their hearts.\n\n\"Aren't you worried about what Belladonna said?\"\n\n\"There's no need to. \"\n\n\"Only the three elders are powerful enough to fight the paladins, and they're too old to survive a fight... \"\n\n\"Sush, you heard the High Sorceress, they probably were just here for the shifter. \"\n\n\"But what if-\"\n\n\"They won't come. Now pass me that jar, I'm almost done with this one. \"\n\nThe young woman obligued and resumed her work on the remedies.\n\n\"People won't stop coming for remedies for their families, that plague must be getting worse... \"\n\n\"Indeed. I hope it dissapears soon, people are going through hell, and keeping it at bay it's tiring everyone out too much. \"\n\nSome of the rest of witches gathered plants and berries outside, some slept and rested. All of them unaware of the horrors heading their way.\n\nLady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Vallen\n\n\"Well...\" She spoke again once the hunt set off to their destination \"About that wedding\" Anna said as she turned to Lucrezia \"As of now, my hand is promised to Kirk Pinewood. *But*\" Anna turned to Kirk and approached his seat, staying a respectful distance from him \"Once Ibethiel does it's part of the deal, I do mine. The wedding will be held the day before the mercenaries march to the north, and no matter the result of the battle, I will remain your wife, if you do wish so, Lord Pinewood...\""
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"message": "Nikita Valacar\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nAs his little tune came to a quiet close, as the wary discussion amongst his would-be-companions continued on. Talks of disease and fighting, such things that prevailed a sense of looming dread. A fascination leapt onto the mind of Valacar. Faltering his thoughts into a wakeful meditation. \n\n*Plague is bound in the essence of reality, a looming threat that lay hidden within the air surrounding them. History sees its course fated by such awful things, revealing its calamity in times none can ever foresee. By nature, these profound biological disasters are met with the futility of Man's stubborn perseverance. A fight that puts forth the hopelessness of it all, a fight that cowers mortality, a fight that fears the cruel inevitability of their fragile existence.*\n\nValacar found it endearing in a way... *That his would-be-companions declare a divine truth behind such sorrows. Placing blame to an idea far reaching beyond their own mortal comprehension. Perhaps this was their excuse... To deny the absurdity and to relinquish themselves in blinded belief, subdued in sightless intellectualism.*\n\n...\n\nThey continued on for quite some time, passing on to weary talks of dangerous endeavors. There, in his silent introspection, an idea or perhaps a thought conjured within his mind. It was such that brought along a wakeful surprise from within himself. Stirring this child-like excitement inside of him.\n\nSuddenly, Valacar mounted his mare and rode away into the wilderness. He was in search for something. Something keen for this little adventure they were on. He shall return soon, but perhaps he should keep this matter to himself.\n\nAnd as it goes, his would-be-companions remained, right as he traveled forth deep into the weary woods."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nIan stood, his mouth agape at the sight of the volunteer on horseback leaving without a word. Vex chuckled.\n\n\"For once we agree, shifter.\" He said while stretching.\n\n\"Very well, if there are no further questions then let's head out. We should arrive at the coven in three hours, but that doesn't mean you should let your guard down.\" Vex rested his spear on his right shoulder, Ian picked up a nearby pack, and they began the trek in the direction Vex pointed in earlier. Ian fiddled with the darts on his belt, keeping a shifty glance on the shifter."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nOutside of Vallen, Taemar\n\nAs one of the men from the group who had been singing in his native tongue mounted a horse and left without warning, Cecilia came to the realisation that the group was already falling to pieces. \n\n\"And we already lost one.\" She mused to herself. At least she wouldn't have to hear any more of his singing.\n\nWhen they began walking, Cecilia felt the constant gaze from one of the Paladins. Turning her head, she turned to face him with a grin. \"Got anything to eat?\" She asked, making conversation even though it was quite obvious he preferred she didn't."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood and Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nThrone Room**\n\nKirk sat up in his seat when Anna approached. He was at a loss for what he could say and remained silent for several seconds before managing, \"Well, I-\"\n\nLucrezia stood up again and cut off her bargaining chip from speaking. \"Lady Anna, I understand that you are in a very difficult position, but we have no intention of jumping through hoops for you. It costs money even to organize the armed forces you will need and supply them for the journey with provisions, especially in a cold Northern winter. If all that were to be done, but you backed out of the engagement either out of fear or for another suitor, those are resources and money that will have gone to waste. An immediate wedding will be the assurance we require to proceed. Even if we were willing to wait, which we are not, it seems to be the wish of our gracious hosts that the wedding happen tonight. If you agree right now to marry *Lord* Pinewood this evening, I will go to the castle aviary immediately at the conclusion of this council meeting and order the mobilization of the forces needed. I would also need to confirm with the wisdom attending when to expect the Red Guard provided by the Southern Pantheon. Perhaps they won't be marching tomorrow, but they will be as soon as possible. If the paladins truly can solve the plague soon, perhaps when the Council of Marin is over, we will see your promised soldiers marching North as you ride with us South to Ibethiel, where you can stay with your new husband until the military incursion is over.\"\n** **\n\n\"You have other assurances. Besides my word as the Queen of Ibethiel, the Southern Pantheon is also offering support. All of this has been witnessed by those in attendance of the council, so we have reason not to back out on our end of the bargain. In many ways, this is a better deal than any you could have wished for, but these are the terms to which you must agree. You must marry Kirk Pinewood today. If this is a commitment you cannot make for the benefit of your people, you could try your luck with the mystery boy that was also offered, but I would find that to be a shaky arrangement at best, and our offer may not be available tomorrow. It is your choice.\" Lucrezia concluded."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nThe young Barrmount hesitated. Lucrezia was right, preparing a southern army to march to the Iron Plaines was costly, and the path there was rough and challenging, as she herself had experienced on her way to the council.\n\nAnna took a deep breath as she pondered her words, trying to remain as calm as possible and control her temper. \n\n\"Your majesty, \" She turned to Lucrezia \"Every second I waste is a second closer to my people dying, so I am too in fear of the other end of the deal not committing to their part. Nonetheless, you are giving me your word as queen, in front of this council and your gods...\" She paused for a moment, a chill running through her spine as she decided \"If Lord Pinewood gives his word too, then let the wedding be by your standards\"\n\nA wedding with a stranger, by southern gods and celebrations... Scared couldn't begin to describe how she felt in that moment. *Dear gods, let this be the best decision for our people. Let this be their help and salvation...* She silently prayed.\n\n\"I will just ask for you to let me advise the troops. The Witherlands is my home, no one can warn and prepare them better for the harsh conditions and routes. They could perish otherwise\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\nHaving strained to hear the conversation between Lady Anna and Queen Lucrezia, Adelhayd decided it was the right moment to leave her seat and walk over to the two. It was questionable whether or not she was stepping out of line in doing so, but she was confident she at least had some contribution to this matter.\n\nShe gave the Queen of Ibethiel a courteous curtsy, smiling. \"Your Royal Highness. To add to my lady's words, let me assure you that House Wrencrest will be fully supportive of both this marriage and the endeavour to intervene and put an end to Lord Nathaniel's rampage. We provide an adept cavalry force, as well as having many speedy, discreet scouts in our ranks. It is also within our means to employ a small assortment of mercenaries from Terresol.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nUpon hearing Adelhayd's voice, Anna turned around. Cavalry, scouts, even spending money on mercenaries... The Lady sniffed and swiftly dried the tears that formed in her eyes, dedicating a huge smile at Adelhayd.\n\n\"Lady Adelhayd, your loyalty and dedication to our lands, specially in such times, are very much appreciated. House Barrmount will never forget about this\" She said as she bowed her head to the Wrencrest woman."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerfina watched the exchange between the woman, nodding when Lady Barrmount accepted the proposal. What a fortunate turn of events. She had come to the council with many purposes to fulfill, but certainly had not expected the opening of a route to integrate the Southern Pantheon in the Witherlands. Her doubts of expansion had been alleviated by the will of the gods once more - followed by a gentle rebuke of her lack of faith. \"Your people are fortunate to have a ruler with strong will and a kind heart speak on their behalf today, Lady Barrmount.\" The woman let her gaze catch Kirk Pinewood's before motioning between the newly engaged couple. \"At the conclusion of the Council, please meet me in the library to disccuss the marriage, rites, and celebration.\" She smiled warmly before taking her seat to wait for the purpose of this council to be discussed."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nAnna did a curtsy at Serafina, after the Wisdom spoke.\n\n\"Thank you, I will.\" She then turned to Kirk and Lucrezia, doing a curtsy once again before walking back to her seat \"Let's go back Lady Adelhayd\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd nodded. \"Of course, my lady. Adieu, Your Majesty.\"\n\nAdelhayd followed Anna, taking Bennard's empty seat beside her liege's sister. The moment they were sat, her facade crumbled, and Anna could see the deep consternation in her face. With a hushed voice, she said, \"Anna, you do realise the gravity of this decision, don't you? You're marrying into *Heathenry*. Southern heathenry. You'll be wedded to that man under a foreign god, by a foreign cleric. I fear not only the response of our people, but the ... The retribution of the *Gods*, Anna. Winter is upon us, and this hour is dire for us. If the gods are not on our side, I fear for our lives. And if they are so displeased as to work *Against* Us ...\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nAnna kept her gaze foward as she rested her hand on top of Adelhayd's, to soothe her worries.\n\n\"Adelhayd, I don't care about the after effects that will affect myself...\" She looked at the Wrencrest, a sad but bright smile on her face \"Our people will be safe. If the gods decide to abandon me for this, then so be it...\" Her smile stayed, but tears came back to her icy eyes \"... But the Iron Plaines will get help and be safe, that's all I want. Maybe even Sibyl will be saved...\" Her voice slightly cracked.\n\nShe sniffed and dried her tears with the back of her hand, looking back to the front."
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"author": "tape_______",
"message": "Nikita Valacar\nTaemish Wilderness\n\nThere beyond the thickett, stood a large boar, thrice the size of any creature seen in this weary country. It was a beastly thing to behold, waylaying a fearsome stature upon those taking sight of it. It's hide revealed scars scattered across its body, yet its appearance undermined the thickness of its skin. One can tell of its appearance that this beast of a boar has vanquished creatures far past the foresights of Man.\n\nValacar wasted no further time in charging the giant beast head on, thrusting his spear in its very direction. With one quick move, the spear managed to pierce through its skin, however it fractured into two as he rode past the boar. In return, the creature made a brutish rush towards the young knight.\n\nIn the blurry confusion, Valacar toppled onto ground, groveling in his pain. The boar managed to kill his mare in a quickened instant, stabbing deep its sharp jagged tusks. The knight quickly hastened himself before the beast could pull itself out from his kill. The moment waned in this wild rush of provocation, with every move lingering some weary sense of fatality. There was tingling joy relinquishing within Valacar, indulging himself in this strange masochistic tendency. *If all else fails, the joy of death awaits him.*\n\nRight then and there, the two stood before each other, locking weary eyes onto the other. The boar heaved heavily in its aggression as the young knight afforded himself nothing but the use of a tethered rope. The ground rumbled from the three hulking stomps the beast made. All was still in that moment, nothing but the soft beating sound of their weary breathes remained.\n\n...\n\nThe beast was restless, as Valacar rode atop him, wrangling it with all his might. The young knight was thrown back and forth as he rode, struggling himself to break such a hulking creature. They continued on fiercely, battling along the tall waning woods. It screeched and it roared, echoing loudly all throughout the wilderness. Yet with each passing struggle, the beast and the knight continued on in a hurried manner, assailing themselves in this sore endeavor.\n\nOut of sheer willful luck, the two pulled themselves out of the woods and ventured out into the main road. With one fell swoop, Valacar was thrown off the beast, submitting to his long held exhaustion. He fell back against the roadside, bruising himself heavily against his backside. The boar attempted to charge its way atop the young knight, but with some assured luck, he pulled himself aside, escaping death's fate.\n\nValacar stood once more, unsheathing his dagger. This was the last push, this was the knights last chance to vanquish this giant boar— It charged again, beating fiercely towards his direction, but with all the strength that was left in him, Valacar stood his ground. And in that sudden rush, the beast found himself floundering a deep stab wound in between its eyes, as the young knight is thrown far past the roadside and onto the side of a tree.\n\nIn that moment, a giant boar lay slain in the middle of the road as Valacar lay unconscious beyond the roadside...\n\nHalf of an hour had passed, and the knight arose from his weakened state. The painful soreness panged all throughout his body, feeling the rush of sharpened agony stretched between his chest and back. He vanquished the beast, but he was left heaving in painful lamentation.\n\nDespite this however, he persevered, pushing himself to limp his way back to the dead beast. He dislodged his dagger and began eyeing the contents of his actions. No feelings came into his mind, nothing at all, nothing but the cold emptiness exuding from it all.\n\nValacar began skinning the dead boar, proceeding on to obtain what he had been intending to seek out for his would-be-companions' dire quest."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd contemplated for a moment, chewing her cheek. \"Anna, I'm more concerned about our people as a whole with regards to the wrath of the gods. Additionally, an upset amongst the people over your spiritual conduct—it being intimately tied, of course, to the spiritual health of your house, and to all of your subjects—cause trouble for my own, and for all of the Barrmount vassals.\" She put her arm around Anna's shoulders. \"I'll be forthright, Anna. Do you promise that you will do everything you can to have a second ceremony in the Iron Plaines? Wholly according to our own traditions? We could see it as a cleansing of the stain of the Southern rituals, even if we don't tell the Southerners that.\" She glanced at Kirk."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nThe Council Room\n\nThe Pirate King watched as Lady Barrmount and the Queen of Ibethiel bartered back and forth for her hand. The girl had put up more of a fight than he had been expecting, but expectedly caved the moment it seemed the deal was about to fall through. House Scheer rarely lost a business deal, especially when their sellswords were on the table. The Wisdom spoke a few words when the deal was done and the room settled into a hush. For the first time since the Council had began, no one seemed to have anything to say. \n\nBradai looked up briefly at Gregor, who had remained mostly silent. His eyes were glazed over in thought or in boredom, and when an errant fly fell onto his cheek, it took a few steps without provocation. For a brief instant, the Pirate King had considered that Gregor had up and died in his chair, but as the room grew quieter, he could hear his labored, wheezing breaths. \n\n\"If no one 'as anyfing more to say, I'd be 'appy to adjourn vhis meeting until after tha wedding. I assume tha parties need time to prepare and for tha Paladins to 'ead souff. All uff vhis business 'as made me 'ungry. I'll be in tha Great 'all.\" \n\nThe Pirate King stood from his chair and straightened out his notes into a neat pile, tucking them beneath his arm. The man took a step over the writhing Dame, who had impaled herself on the edge of his chair, and left the room. His retinue followed after him."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nThe Council Room\n\n\"Good day to you, Your Majesty,\" Said Bennard with a smile as the Pirate King departed. He then looked down at the scroll in his lap, while dabbing his forehead with his sleeve. \"Crumbs, what a queer fellow.\"\n\nFeineth seemed to materialise next to his right ear. \"Uncle?\"\n\nBennard blanched and smacked the back of his head off of his chair. Swearing sharply, he turned and gave her an exasperated look. \"By the gods, Feineth, what? What is it?\"\n\n\"Did the Pirate King's breath smell of rum?\"\n\n\"I ... I wasn't of sufficiently intimate distance to notice, no.\"\n\n\"Alright.\" She looked down and pinched her dress. \"Don't tell Ivva, but I lost Jade.\"\n\n\"You *What*?!\" He gasped, and his frantic eyes started darting around the room. He gave his oblivious daughter one look, then grabbed Feineth by the shoulders. \"Run down the tower and ask every bloody servant you see. I'll check around the tables. Go!\"\n\nFeineth nodded quickly and went off in a scurry to the stairway. Bennard stood up, and with a rather stiff gait, began to wander around the room. He glanced about at legs and underneath chairs and tables, trying to maintain the appearance that he was simply inspecting the walls and window views."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\n\"I would love to bring our traditions to the south, and maybe we can enjoy some traditions of them!\" She tried to cheer Adelhayd up \"I'm sure that, after everything has passed, Lord Pinewood won't mind to have a proper celebration. I mean, who doesn't enjoy a good Witherlander wedding?\"\n\nShe dedicated a smile to Adelhayd once more, not wanting to upset her. Bradai's voice boomed in the hall, ending the council for the day, which made Anna sigh with a slight relief.\n\n\"Shall we go have some dinner?\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer, Kirk Pinewood, and King Dennon Bigsby\nThrone Room**\n\nLucrezia gave the Islanders a wide berth before standing up and moving to exit the throne room for dinner. Kirk and Dennon followed quickly behind her. The former began tugging at her sleeve down the stairs. \"That was rich. 'Dear friend.' If I hadn't been crippled with panic I might have laughed. You've been wanting to kill me ever since you thought I tried to kill Dennon, which wasn't true by the way.\"\n\n\"And now you're finally more useful to me alive. Also, he's a pretty girl. This is a win-win for both of us. I don't see what you're complaining about.\" Lucrezia said, not looking at him.\n\n\"Perhaps I didn't *Want* To get married.\" Kirk seethed.\n\n\"Kirk, it's a wedding. No one cares what the groom wants.\"\n\n\"I feel like this is the one, very important exception!\"\n\n\"What were you going to do instead, sneak off to a brothel on those long, lonely nights for the rest of your days? Married life is much more dignified.\" Lucrezia led them around a corner and down a hallway as they reached the first floor. Going down the stairs was much easier than it had been going up.\n\n\"I have nothing to offer this girl. My only assets are an antique shop and a made-up title of Royal Antiquities Dealer.\" Kirk said hopelessly.\n\n\"As of today, it's *Lord* Kirk Pinewood in addition to that other nonsense.\"\n\n\"Lord of what, exactly?\" Kirk asked dubiously.\n** **\n\nLucrezia came to a stop in the hallway and turned to Kirk to give him a smile. \"Don't worry about that. Your queen will provide. Surely someone with land has been wiped out by the plague. We can make you Lord of that. Then again, should we not reach Sibyl in time, you might become the new Lord of the Iron Plaines. We shall have to wait and see. Whether or not I give you land, the army is not your concern. This union will be beneficial for both me and the Southern Pantheon. All you need to do is marry her and get to work on producing the next generation. I'll even offer you two the honeymoon suite at the castle when we get back until you get new furniture in that dusty attic above your shop that you call a home. She'll need a residence fit for a lady while this military incursion is taking place in the North. Somewhere near the castle too so that she can offer her advice about navigating the North.\"\n\n\"The castle has a honeymoon suite?\" Dennon asked.\n\n\"I can have one ready when we get home.\" Lucrezia clarified. \"Are either of you two hungry?\"\n\n\"I think this ordeal has made me lose my appetite.\" Kirk muttered miserably. Dennon shrugged.\n\n\"Well then, you can wait in the library for your future bride and the wisdom.\" Lucrezia pointed to the door they had stopped next to. When Kirk realized where they were, he backed away from the door. \"Perhaps you'd like to get dinner first. Maybe help you collect your thoughts.\"\n\nKirk nodded. \"Alright.\"\n\nThe queen grinned. \"Good. Let's go, then. I'm starving.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library\n\nSerafina did not wait for Charity as the other nobles rose and began the descent towards the dining room. Though she was officially the advisor to the royal house, the last thing she would do is serve at the pleasure of a woman who cared nothing for the Gods. Upon reaching the landing, Serafina scanned the crowd for Kirk and Anna, hoping to catch them prior to dinner. She spotted Lord Pinewood speaking with the Ibethiel Queen and moved through the crowd to their side. \"My apologies for the interruption, Your Majesties, Lord Pinewood.\" She began with a warm smile. \"We need to prepare for the wedding, my Lord. If you would follow me to the library?\" It had ended as a question, but the Wisdom wasn't asking. \"I won't keep you long as I'm sure you are just as hungry as I am.\" She finished with a quiet chuckle."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nNear the Castle Grunewald Library**\n\nKirk forced a laugh and looked to Lucrezia who, while also smiling, gave him a look with her eyes that fully conveyed her intention to end his life painfully if he ruined the arrangement. \"Certainly. Lead the way.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library \n\n\"Please make yourself comfortable in the library. Lady Anna and I will join you shortly.\" Serafina pointed toward the library doors before turning to find Anna. Her eyes found the woman attached to Lady Wrencrest's arm a few steps behind the Islander soldiers. Serafina approached with a determined step and stopped just beside the Wrencrest woman. \"Lady Barrmount, I requested a meeting in the library following the conclusion of the council. If you'll follow me, please.\" She smiled warmly, gesturing towards the library doors behind them. \"Lord Pinewood is already waiting for us.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle, Valen\n\nShe got startled by the sudden approach of the Wisdom.\n\n\"O-of course, I'll go immediately. If you excuse me Lady Adelhayd\" She did a small curtsy as she excused herself before going to the library doors.\n\nAs she entered the library she spotted her soon to be husband, awaiting between shelves and shelves of forgotten dusty books. Yeah, his majesty the hog wrestler didn't quite look like the bookworm type...\n\nAnna cleared her throat and did a proper curtsy at Kirk.\n\n\"Lord Pinewood\" She greeted him"
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nThe seldom-used Grunewald Library**\n\nWith butterflies flying around his empty stomach, Kirk walked to the library, surprised at his own compliance with Lucrezia's schemes. He shut the door behind him as he entered the book-filled space. Kirk stood near the wall on the opposite side of the room from the door. Every step that passed by made him tense up as he wondered if it might be the people he was told to wait for.\n\nEventually, the door opened, and his wife-to-be greeted him first. \"Lady Barrmount,\" Kirk reciprocated. He glanced to the wisdom of the Southern Pantheon who had summoned them to this private meeting, waiting for what was to come next."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald Library\n\nSerafina glanced between the two, sensing the awkwardness and discomfort. \"Do you both need wine to relax?\" She chuckled with a smile, moving between them to a series of chairs near the fireplace. \"You can touch each other too. Perhaps start with a hug? You are engaged after all.\" Serafina lowered herself into one of the plush green chairs and motioned the two nobles to take a seat in the others."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd watched Anna follow the Wisdom into the library. Is this how it would feel the day she and Bennard gave away Ivagneth? She was so consumed by the desire to give more help, more succour, more listening to the young woman. In the end, however, Anna was a noblewoman, and today she was the representative of the Barrmounts. Adelhayd could only serve when she was called upon, and watch powerlessly when she was not.\n\nShe folded one arm over her chest and rubbed her eyes, sighing weakly. Adelhayd felt utterly detached from the world around her until a delicate hand touched her shoulder. With an exhausted expression, she turned to face Bennard, clutching Jade in his arms. \"We found our fifth Wrencrest,\" He said with a beam.\n\n\"And the other two?\" Adelhayd asked, frowning. Her tone was almost sardonic.\n\nHe pursed his lips and looked off. \"Still at home. But safe. You know they're safe, love.\"\n\n\"Father, give her over,\" Ivagneth demanded. Bennard gave a rueful look and handed the cat to his daughter, who took a step aside from them to stroke and croon to her pet.\n\nAdelhayd crossed her arms. She saw the recognition in her husband's eyes. She knew she hadn't had this shade of her face since they'd passed through Snowhall. \"This isn't right, Bennard. We tried to make them give the plague due regard, and that failed. Lost amidst all the other nonsense. Now Anna's marrying a foreigner with no consent from her king nor her matriarch, under that whore-god and her smiling.\" She glanced at the library door. \"I know that 'a wedding is a wedding', but it's the sense of*Disrespect* That enrages me. Darling, do you still care as much about appeasing them? About making them recognise you? They want you to hand over your soul like Anna, or go back. They don't care. I ... I just don't understand Benn.\" She frowned, deep in pity. \"They don't care at all.\"\n\nBennard nodded, looking down at his boots. \"I know. No one does.\" He glanced around, then settled a bittersweet gaze upon her. \"I don't know, Dell. We try. Many don't.\" He took her hand softly into his and clasped it. \"I think that that makes us good people. The gods won't punish us for trying.\" He contemplated the floor for a moment, then shrugged. \"We certainly can't punish ourselves for it.\"\n\nAdelhayd fixed a loose lock of his platinum hair, nodding her understanding. With a tired sigh, she eased him into an embrace. Over his shoulder, she could see Feineth and Ivagneth squirming. Feineth was bright-red as she half-turned her face, and Ivagneth was giving them a furtive eye. She could feel the energy of her daughter's ever-complicated emotions radiating from that look, and snorted with some grey amusement. Stepping back, she nodded in the direction of the great hall. \"Come, let's see if we can get some food.\"\n\n\"And mingle?\" Bennard asked, his eyes brightening.\n\nAdelhayd rolled her eyes, her smile deeply knowing. \"Gods know I'll be handling the awkward introductions.\"\n\n\"Oh, as ever, my dear,\" He chuckled. He turned to bid their manservant and the two girls follow them to the great hall."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Library**\n\n\"The wedding is soon, perhaps I shouldn't start with the wine yet.\" Kirk walked to the chairs the wisdom had indicated before her. Instead of sitting down, he waited for Anna to join them. He lifted his arms slightly if she was interested in the suggested hug, but if she did not want one, he planned to pass it off as a stretch."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library\n\nSerafina smiled, watching the two embrace before directing her gaze towards the fire to give them some privacy. Her official title drew her attention back to the woman who had taken a seat across from her. \"Lady Barrmount, I'm not sure how familiar you are with the southern customs, but involving a foreign god in the marriage rites is unheard of. Some may say treacherous.\" She paused for a moment, thinking about the girls request. It had no doubt taken great courage for the child to come to the Council alone and offer her hand in marriage. Serafina admired that. Even moreso, she admired the faith the child had in her gods who had all but abandoned the Barrmounts if the stories she told were true. \"I cannot publicly change the vows.\" Serafina paused and took a breath, closing her eyes to pray her soul be spared from an eternal mourning for what she was about to do. \"However, if you would like to perform a small ceremony in accordance to one northern tradition... I will allow it to be done in private.\" Her questioning gaze moved toward Lord Pinewood for his input. \"That is, of course, if you agree Lord Pinewood."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\nShe expected a negative answer to her request, but hearing it still disappointed her, the everlasting smile slowly falling from her face. It was reasonable, the guests could get *Even more* Offended.\n\nThe Wisdom's words, forgive the redundancy, were wise. Nonetheless, when she offered a small private celebration Anna's face lit up like freshly snowed mountains under the sun. The Barrmount gasped as she held her hands together and to her chest.\n\n\"Really?\" The question came out like a squeak, suddenly full of joy \"Well, a northern wedding is complex and long and-\" She spoke rushedly \"We could do a prayer! That would suffice. Please? Please please please Lord Pinewood\" She jumped slightly with every 'please', holding Kirk's hands with excitement."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nCastle Library**\n\n\"I'd like to do whatever would make you happiest.\" Kirk agreed with a smile. The idea of two weddings sounded even more difficult than one, but crushing the hope in Anna's eyes likely would have broken him."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library\n\nThe Wisdom nodded after Lord Pinewood gave his approval before turning back to the lady. \"I cannot perform the prayer. It goes against my own vows to Saris.\" She replied calmly, the thought of saying a Northern prayer to the monsters they called god making her stomach curdle. Serafina paused, growing solemn, before continuing. \"You must understand, Lady Barrmount, that I do this as a courtesy, but it holds no power in the Southern Pantheon. You will be wed under Auryn and the vows you make to each other under her watchful eyes are binding and cannot be broken without drastic consequence to yourself and Lord Pinewood. You are marrying into the Southern Pantheon as much as you are Ibethiel. Our beliefs, rules, and rituals will be expected to be maintained throughout your lifetime.\" \n\nShe let the requirements hang in the air for a few moments. \"I understand this will be uncomfortable for you, but I will do what I can to ease you into the transition. There will come a time when you will have to denounce your gods, Lady Barrmount, and put your belief in Saris.\" The Wisdoms eyes closed for a moment, but in that moment a wealth of emotions began to flow. Her words were true, it was what the gods expected, but she felt a pang of guilt forcing the woman into this. Serafina knew Lady Barrmount would face ridicule upon returning to the Witherlands with a new religion.\n\nShe took Lady Barrmount's hands in her own and squeezed them reassuringly. \"Despite your faith, my lady, the Frozen Gods have abandoned you in your deepest time of need. Instead, backing Lord Nathanial Vivayn, a man determined to destroy the home you seek to protect. I assure you that the Southern Gods are not so cruel. They will guide you and protect you no matter where you may be. The South thrives under their watchful eyes and the North may thrive once more. During your time in Ibethiel seek to know them more and their blessings will overflow. I do, caution, however, that a lack of faith may result in a war you cannot win. The Gods do not reward those who do not believe.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\n\"Thank you, thank you, thank you!\"\n\nAfter her happiness outburst, Anna turned back to the Wisdom once more as she spoke to her.\n\n\"Oh no! No need for you to go against your beliefs, I can do a brief talk, to present Kirk and our marriage to them. And-\"\n\nOnce again, Serafina was right. The Frozen Gods held no power under southern lands, but her home was her home.\n\n\"Wisdom, I will respect the south's religion and customs, as we are taught gods must always be respected, but I'm from the north as much as Kirk is from the south, and the north will never leave me.\" She stated before Serafina resumed her talk.\n\nThe Wisdom hands were soft and warm, giving her an unexpected comfort.\n\n\"The Frozen Gods are not cruel...\" She said as she softly shook her head, smiling \"I also thought they abandoned us at first, and that they favored Vyvain. But the gods sometimes make the road difficult for us to learn and grow, as my father said. I will accept and honor the southern gods *And* The northern gods, equally, as much as I will honor my husband.\" She gave a squeeze to Serafina's hands as a thank you, along with a grateful smile \"I do not seek a reward from any god, just wish for them to be merciful with the people under their protection\"\n\nAnna then directed her eyes to the floor, thinking about the Wisdom's words, processing how different everything would be from that moment on. If all those changes were necessary to keep her people and her sister safe, then so be it.\n\nShe went to Kirk and took his hands between hers, scared but ready to face whatever that could come her way.\n\n\"Shall we? It will take barely a moment\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "** Lord Kirk Pinewood\nCastle Grunewald Library**\n\nKirk did not have a strong leaning on the religious procedures of his wedding as the women argued about their desires and plans. Much like the council, part of him hoped that staying silent might make all of this go away. He was just glad that they seemed to come to a somewhat agreeable arrangement. \"We could organize something when this meeting has concluded before the larger wedding. The Wrencrests are Northerners and you seem close with them. Perhaps you'd like them to join us and witness it.\"\n\nThe groom wondered what his soon-to-be-wife really thought about what they were doing. Was she as cheery as she seemed to be? It must be quite a relief knowing that help was coming for her people, but is this how she would feel once the present conflict was over? Kirk had not been in a position of great need. He went to the council perfectly content with his life, but he was going to be leaving it with a lifetime commitment that his queen had forced upon him. This was the price he paid for hanging out with royalty. He was little more than a pawn."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins\nA tiny cabin in the Taemish wilderness\n\nThe three hours of travel went by differently for each of the Paladins. Vex, who was used to the wilderness, felt the passage of time rather quickly, being in his environment; Ian was complaining about his feet after 20 minutes. To the rest of the party it probably sounded like some philosophical discussion in the ancient language of Voxdei, however the absurdity of the conversation was annoying.\n\nVex nearly laughed with glee when they arrived at the destination. Vex raised a fist and squatted down before turning back to the ones who had followed him. They were deep in the swamp, and the sun was setting, he could barely see their faces but he knew they were there.\n\n\"The cabin is about 100 meters in that direction.\" Vex jabbed a thumb behind him.\n\n\"You're up first shifter, earn your freedom. Everyone else follow after it, and eliminate the threat of the plague in the chaos.\"\n\nBoth Ian and Vex nodded, tying scarves around their mouth and nose, before Vex grabbed his spear and melted into the surrounding brush. Ian simply drew his sword and took a deep breath, waiting for the first sounds of combat."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Dark Crimson Rose Lodge of Sorceresses\nTint cabin of the lodge.\n\nSomething felt odd. The birds fled all at once, the air felt static, and an overwhelming mix of presences flooded the senses of the sorceresses that remained awake to get the remedies ready on time for travelers.\n\n\"Something isn't right...\" One dared to say as she felt a shiver down her spine.\n\n...\n\nBelladonna of Taemar\nNearby town\n\nAnybody barely knew anything, which was frustrating Bella to her very core. It was getting late, so she decided to go back to the lodge to rest for the night.\n\nRight at the skirts of the town, she halted her horse when she crossed paths with a traveling merchant that often came by the lodge.\n\n\"Belladonna! Long time no see\"\n\n\"Greetings Amos,\" She did a respectful nod with her head \"How is business going?\" \n\n\"Just came back from the border, I'll pass by the cabin tomorrow. I managed to get that weird thing you asked me for a couple weeks ago\" \n\n\"Oh right on time, it will come in handy. Thank you\" \n\n\"You're welcome, can't let my best clients get disappointed!\" He said with joy \"Speaking of, the lodge must be getting even busier lately, huh?\" \n\n\"The usual, why?\"\n\n\"I just saw a group of people going in the direction of the lodge. They were too far for my old ears but I heard something about reaching a coven, must be more travelers seeking help\"\n\nAn alarm set off inside the witch. \n\n\"How big was that group, Amos?\" \n\n\"A bunch of men and a woman\" \n\n\"It can't be... Why would they even go there, how-\" Her monologue got interrupted by a big blur of black feathers that approached quickly. \n\nThe nervousness of her trusty raven confirmed what Belladonna feared. \n\n\"The paladins...\" Color drained from her face as the words rolled out of her mouth. \n\n\"The what?\" \n\n\"They were no travelers, they are the paladins. Witch hunters\" \n\n\"Oh...\" Realization hit the merchant \"Oh no\" \n\nThe horse sprung into a rushed race at Bella's command. She only hoped she could reach the cabin before the paladins did, but as she would find out, she hoped in vain."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nNear a tiny cabin in the Taemish wilderness\n\nWendel, despite his size, moved through the swampy terrain with grace. Long since acclimated to this landscape, he had a good eye for where to put his foot and where not to. As the sun died, the sounds of birds, frogs, and insects became the musical accompaniment to their foray. He'd wondered before setting off if wearing a visor would have been safer against these evil hexes, but now he realised that he could not afford to obscure his vision in these conditions.\n\nWhen they came to a stop, he listened attentively as he pressed his form against a tree. Just as the shifter was being released, his eyes widened. \"Wait!\" He said in a forceful whisper. \"Will the shifter not catch the plague herself? The scholar said that these witches are rife with the pestilence.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins\nNear the Dark Crimson Lodge.\n\nIan furrowed his brow at the young Taemish knight.\n\n\"I do not care if the shifter gets the plague or not. She's lucky we do not execute her for her crimes at the council.\" He hissed at Wendell, the disdain ripening his voice."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald Library \n\nSerafina listened to the woman with a sad smile. 'Oh, poor child.' She thought as Anna discussed honoring both the Southern Pantheon and Frozen Gods. Serafina glanced down at her hands intertwined with the girls and took a deep breath. \"I cannot, in good conscious, marry you under Auryn if you acknowledge gods outside of the Southern Pantheon. If you do not convert, my lady, Mafalda will not be with the Ibethiel forces. You would be sending innocent men to their death in a war you will not win.\" \n\nThe Wisdom relaxed her grip and pulled away, her sorrowful gaze meeting the other woman's. \"Without a promise of conversion, you will not wed Lord Pinewood and the knights of Ibethiel will not march to the Witherlands.\" She continued. \"The decision you must make is difficult. My offer of a private Northern ceremony is an effort to make you feel comfortable, but also allow you to say goodbye to the gods you claim are testing you.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nNear the Crimson Lodge\n\nAs they neared the Cabin, Cecilia could feel the excitement rise up within her. She looked back towards the group who waited for her attack, noticing a few grew nervous towards what they had planned. Surprisingly to the shifter, one of the men questioned her own safety towards the plague which was soon shot down by a Paladin. \"It's *Sweet* That you care but no, I can't fall ill. It's one of my many talents.\" \n\nTurning to face Ian, a small smile grew upon her lips as a question of her own grew in her mind. However, it was more of a precaution due to her experience back at the castle.\n\n\"Just to clarify so I don't fall into any more shit. I can kill any of the witches I come across in this cabin, correct? If there is any collateral damage on my behalf, will I be blamed and prosecuted for it?\" Cecilia had to make sure this was answered before she shifts and attacks a coven."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins\nA tiny taemish cabin\n\nIan couldn't help but roll his eyes at the question, even if it did make sense to ask it.\n\n\"These witches are the scourge of the continent. Have at it shifter, and don't fear any collateral.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nNear the Crimson Lodge\n\n\"Perfect!\" Cecilia clasped her hands together in relief before turning to face the direction of the Lodge. Inhaling deeply, the shifter felt a sharp pain rush throughout her body as the bones began to break and rearrange themselves beneath her skin. The movement of her skeleton could be visibly seen to those who decided to watch the shift for themselves while the sound of her shift was audible to those near her as they snapped out from their original place. Not long after the sound of her bones breaking began along with her cries of pain, Cecilia managed to shift from her human form into one of a large wolf. Annoyingly for the shifter, the shift itself took longer than she expected and was slightly more painful than usual due to the silver inflicted wounds from the previous day. \n\nWithout any hesitation, the moment her bones formed into their new skeletal shape, Cecilia forced herself into a sprint towards the lodge. As she neared the cabin, the shifter threw herself headfirst towards the door and tore it from its hinges. A snarl tore from her throat as she went for the first person that came into her line of sight, lunging towards them before using her canines to rip through their neck, severing their head completely from their body. The body was yet to fall to the floor when the shifter immediately went for her next target."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Dark Crimson Rose Lodge of Sorceresses\nTiny cabin of the lodge.\n\nThe door flew open, a beast with thirst in her eyes entering like a raging storm.\n\n\"Shifter!\" One managed to scream out before her guts were sprawled across the floor.\n\n\"Save the remedies!\"\n\nEveryone awoke, some screaming while meeting their fates, some trying to store the books and remedies away from harm, some trying to fight.\n\nWooden floors creaked, winds blew open the windows, the fire of the candles and fireplace danced towards the enemies and tried to engulf them, water from the nearby swamp started crawling it's way up the enemies' bodies trying to reach their lungs... The spells could not be held for long, as such strenght drained their energy, so when one fainted other took their place with the spell.\n\nIt was being a massacre, they fell one after the other, fighting as much as they could"
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nA swamp in Taemar\n\nIt was horrible to watch her transform. All illusions of grandeur faded as Wendel beheld the beast of battle they were about to let loose. The sight of the abomination bade part of him step forth and drive his present weapon into its seemingly vulnerable flank. It bade him end its suffering. But he didn't. He was too scared. Besides; it was on their side, wasn't it?\n\nHe held his dry tongue, rather than voice any more doubts. The beast sprinted off and burst through the cabin door, the effortless destruction nearly making him flinch.\n\nThen, the screams. The shrill sounds of women being butchered pressed hard against his guts. Where were the yowls of pain from phlegmy, froglike throats? These witches didn't sound like the ones from the stories. What was happening? Why had they sent forth a monster to begin their work? There was no valour in this.\n\nWind struck his bare face, and his lavender eyes widened. The windows were open. The shadows of carnage made the light waver within, and soon the light grew brighter; began to move, even. Tendrils of fire flew out and raced towards them. Wendel gasped as the flames warmed his face, as bog water ignited beneath the swooping blaze.\n\nBefore the fire could reach him, he ducked behind the tree. His heart raged in his armoured breast. His mind raced. What were his options? Running? Hiding? Waiting it out? His consideration ended abruptly when a new sensation arrived: he could feel some strange wetness travelling up his leg. Up, not down? Panic bloomed when the liquid infiltrated his gambeson and reached his neck. He looked down. Murky water of the bog was swelling up to engulf him.\n\nWendel's breath caught in his throat for a moment. Then he screamed. He sprang out into a stumble, boots squelching on the ground. \"Hog's nose, magic!\" He cried. Were the others in peril? Or had the hexes smelled out his fear in particular? Either way, their position had been discovered. There was only one way to go now.\n\n\"Fight!\" He thrust his spear out. \"Charge, friends!\" He took his polearm in both hands and began bounding towards the cabin, leaping deftly over roots and flaming water. Wind fought against him, and bright fire stung his eyes. He pressed on in a blurry haze until the light of the door filled his vision.\n\n\"For king, country, and the Great Hog!\" His spear was raised high as he stormed in. It firmly struck a witch's heart and pinned her against the wooden wall. He grimaced and glared, but only for a moment.\n\nThe witch's eyes were full of pleading. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. Brown, youthful hair, freshly matted with blood. Wendel's hollow eyes travelled down to the tip of his spear as her spurting heart painted it crimson. He looked down further. Her hands were clinging weakly to her intestines.\n\nSnarling. Wendel turned his eyes to the left. The creature was tearing through a woman's trunk as she shrieked, as the others tried bravely to fend off the monster with their magic. She wasn't the shifters first kill, it seemed. He looked down upon the other pieces. Glassy eyes met his own as their owner's upper half sat against the wall.\n\n*Monster. Wendigo. Gnashing at his throat. Thin limbs. Dark and cold. Everything black. Many hungry, empty eyes. Everything draped in black. Children screaming and burning. Everything black. Black!*\n\nSlackjawed, he looked at the woman he'd finished off, and withdrew his weapon from her flesh. She slumped against the floor, innards spilling out. Despite their fierce spellwork, the witch's seemed doomed against the savage beast. This wasn't what he was meant for, not this kind of disgusting slaughter. Amidst the chaos, he could only think of one sentence:\n\n*Protect the weak and defenceless.*\n\nWendel's long arm grabbed a witch by the arm. Swearing, he turned around and practically flung her against some of her huddled companions, away from the shifter. He regard all the witches in the half of the room behind him. \"Back!\" He commanded, voice was harsh and trembling. His face was red, and his eyes bled tears.\n\nMaybe they wouldn't listen. It didn't matter. If Sir Wendel died today, he would live forever. One of the other steppesrangers might have said something like that to him once.\n\nHe turned to face the shifter. Had it realised his intentions yet? He took a deep breath, and spread his legs into a stance. His long spear swayed tentatively until his iron grip fixed it in the direction of the monster.\n\n\"I've met Paladins in the north, beast!\" This was true. \"This spear has a tip of silver waiting for you!\" This was false. Were the tales of that weakness even true? He tensed his muscles to stop his strong but willowy body from spasming. Perhaps he was about to find out. \"Your work here is done! You're free!\""
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"author": "tape_______",
"message": "Nikita Valacar\nA tiny cabin in the Taemish wilderness\n\nA single arrow, lit aflame, zipped through the air, piercing its way onto the thatched made roof of the wooden cabin. Lighting it ablaze in this bright crimson inferno. Soon then that the entirety of the dreadful place scorched in fiery flames.\n\nIn the heat of battle, Valacar peered forth out of the shrubbery, baring himself a longbow and a quiver of arrows coated in pig fat, dressed in the thick hide of the conquered boar. He was expectedly late, but he had just made it before all else could fail away in admissible disaster. Distilling this allured energy into a rather chaotic foray.\n\nHis eyes gazed around in awe. Watching on the sheer discourse that waylay before him.\n\nValacar limped himself forward, looking to those remaining of their little company. He pulled another arrow and ignited it over the smoldering patch of burning shrubbery. In quick and sudden precision, he reeled back his bow and fired it into the Witches direction. Piercing one directly into their shoulders.\n\nIn that panic, the sounds of painful screaming and wailing lingered in the air. A hesitation crossed Valacar's mind, reeling him back to a slow and careful realization.\n\n*These were the screams of people...*\n\nIt was there that his gaze witnessed the fearful eyes of the Sorceresses within the cabin. A lot unfolded from within, and a disasperating feeling punctured Valacar's wistful heart. His attention turned to Wendel, moving about the bloodied chaos. Shock prevailed in Valacar as he witnessed the young companion stand bravely forth in front of the Shifter, standing his ground to protect the Sorceresses. \n\nAt that second, quick flashes of thoughts and feelings pierced through his mind.\n\nHe cursed something under his breath, pulling himself away from the very purpose he was there.\n\nThe knight pulled back his bow and waited for that perfect shot...\n\nOut of sheer willful luck, the unlit arrow traveled forth into the cabin and attacked a weak and petty shot onto the Shifter. It did nothing but bounced off her rugged hide.\n\nQuickly, he pulled over his Boar's hide and began roaring like a maniacal fool. Hoping to steer her vicious attention onto his own woeful stupidity."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Islanders\nThe Witches Cabin\n\nThe Islanders watched as the party charged forwards, enveloping the small coven with fire and chaos. Shadows flickered around them, throwing wild, inhuman shapes amongst the trees and reeds, which seemed to breathe with their caretakers. They watched as the witches undulated in the fire, chanting dark words and commanding the flames and waves from the bogs to destroy their enemies. Water began to rise through the reeds in thick tendrils, darting fast up the pantlegs of their enemies and constricting them like snakes. Fire grew form, leaping from the bonfires and candles, enveloping the men as they ran to the cabin. The screams and the blood they spilt only seemed to make the witches grow stronger and more resolute in their chanting, their words growing hurried and vicious. \n\nThey were not, however, magically impervious to crossbow bolts. \n\n_Thunk._ A silver tipped bolt found its way from the its notch and into the throat of the witch casting the incantations. In her last moments she grabbed at it, fingers slick as they slipped away and fell silently into a crumpled heap. The Islanders moved forwards and opened fire on the witch looking to take her place. _Thunk._ This one caught her in the shoulder, and she shrieked, pulled down by the weight of the heavy bolt. The men with the packs on their backs began passing off preloaded crossbows, and stayed behind to crank and reload the spent ones.\n\nThe Islander that had fired the bolt at the second witch took the lead, coming upon her writhing body. She was screaming, gripping at the shaft and rolling as she tried to remove it. The area around the silver was black and smoking as it interacted with her skin, tainted from years of blood magic exposure. \n\n\"We're innocent!\" She shouted, \"We're innocent! We are a peaceful coven! You cannot do this! You cannot kill us like anim—\" _Thunk._ \n\nThe Islander grunted as he placed his booted foot on her chest, yanking the bolts from her. As he stood and reloaded his weapon, they looked at him with suspicion. \n\n\"What?\" He asked, lips pulled up in disgust. \"Dey're fucking _witches,_ lads. If dey talk to you, you'll go crazy.\" He handed the crank back to the boy in the back, and reset the bloody bolt. \"Aim for der fuckin' mouffs.\" \n\nThe Islanders continued on towards the cabin."
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"message": "Dark Crimson Rose Lodge of Sorceresses\nTiny cabin in Taemar.\n\nWitches fell one after the other, their hearts being pierced and their bodies mutilated, the taste of blood on theur mouths as their last memory. \n\nThey couldn't keep up with the fight, the burning ceiling, hiding grimoires and \nRemedies in a safe place... Fortunately, they could divert the flames before they burnt the whole place down, directing them towards the enemies or extinguishing them.\n\nA strong wind suddenly sweeped the place like a giant wave, the three elders appearing through the door. One held a force field, protecting them and all the weakened sorceresses that rushed to their side. Other summoned the waters of the swamp out of their place, directing them to the fire that hungrily devoured the log cabin.\nThe last one of them, the Head Sorceress, fired blast after blast of her own energy, them feeling like cannonballs that made some men fall backwards and hit some of the trees.\n\n\"We won't hold for long, we can't handle a battle against paladins and a shifter... And our bodies are too weak for this, we'll be drained soon\"\n\n\"Then we die fighting, like our families did at the burnings.\" The Head Sorceress sentenced, the other two elders nodding with determination.\n\nThe remaining witches tried to enforce the elders' spells, even as light faded from their eyes while swords and arrows pierced their hearts.\n\nThey knew they wouldn't win, but they wouldn't go so easily.\n\nLady Anna Barrmount\nHighly regretting being alive, Valen\n\nEvery drop of hope she had went down the drain as soon as Serafina explained the situation. Her smile and excitement faded from her face as she directed her gaze to the floor.\n\nIt had to be done, it had to be done... For the sake of saving her people...\n\nShe clenched and unclenched her jaw a couple times, closing her eyes as she tried to convince herself it was all worth it.\n\n\"Okay...\" Her voice trembled slightly, sounding extinguished \"We'll have it your way then, Wisdom. I will accept the southern gods and s-\" Her words got caught in her throath \"Say goodbye forever to the Frozen Gods...\"\n\nSomething crumbled in her chest as she spoke, the weight of this decision heavy on her shoulders. The gods were the only thing she had time to bring with her when she had to run away, and now she had to kiss them goodbye too."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nCastle Grunewald Library**\n\nKirk tensed up when the wisdom said that she wouldn't perform the ceremony if Anna didn't renounce her old faith. He thought he might yet be able to escape with his freedom as a single man. At the same time, he was also worried how Lucrezia would react. Would she take her anger out on him even if it weren't his fault that the deal fell through? He hoped that he'd be able to beg them to tell his queen that it wasn't his choice to end it.\n\nWhen Anna finally agreed to Serafina's terms, a small distraught noise escaped his throat as his fate was sealed. \"I'm sorry,\" He said to cover up the outburst, thinking that the sound may have drawn some unwanted attention. \"I just feel terrible about the difficult situation *You* Have been put in, Lady Anna.\" Kirk covered his face with his hands."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola Godwin\nHaving a \"*Record scratch, freeze frame* - yeah that's me\" Kind of moment, somewhere in the Taemar bogs.\n\nWhen she had volunteered for being Lord Wrencrest's scout Viola had not anticipated the absolute mayhem that would have broke out at the cabin.\n\nWhen the shifter had changed she had almost tried to move closer to inspect the change. She ingrained the memory into her mind with whatever details her eyes could make out in the dull lamplight - which, admittedly, was not a lot. \n\nNow, she found herself surrounded by flame, watching as the islanders and paladins were tripped up by water and air. In all her years teaching magical children she had never seen examples of such raw power, never mind how potent the power was either. A flame whizzed past her head, skimming the feather on her hat and Viola stumbled back, tripping over a tree root and stumbling into the bog. *This is fine This is Fine This is fine This is fine This is Fine*, she repeated in her head.\n\nIt was just meant to be a research expedition for her but the screams of the murdered women filled her ears like the keening of a bean sídhe foretelling their own deaths. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill as she looked at the carnage around her."
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"message": "The Paladins and a Knight\nThe Sorceresses Cabin, Taemar\n\nVex had stepped away just before the fight to have a few seconds to prepare. He quickly knelt and began gathering, a series of mushrooms and flower buds he kept on his person at all times, into a small mortar and pestle. A few practiced twists of the cylindrical stone and the plants were crumbled to his satisfaction. A small vial on his pouch produced a deep red liquid, black in the fading light, that he poured over the ingredients.\n\nVex said a small prayer in Voxdei, before swallowing the potion entirely.\n\nIan had drawn his longsword and approached the cabin third in line, the hot presence of the fourth behind him.\n\nThe chaos and fire flew around them and he couldn't help but stumble into the ground outside as a force caught his leg and threw him to the side. As he regained his feet, Jax hooked an arm under his elbow and hoisted him the rest of the way.\n\n\"Don't let an old man show you up, Paladin.\" Jax called over his shoulder with a smile.\n\n\"*Avec Plaisir*.\" Ian retorted, following behind.\n\nThe three Elders had backed themselves into one side of the room, keeping the invasion at bay, when the two joined the fiery building skirmish.\n\nWith a shout in his ancient language, Ian charged forward bringing the point of his sword into one of the old crones' left abdomen. Her eyes flashed with brief pain before lashing a palm directly into the face of Ian.\n\nJax watched the Paladin fly to the other side of the room with a cry before hitting the wall and collapsing. He quickly drew his silvered saber, and sprung into action, a quick thrust finishing the job of the first Paladin. His feet barely hit the ground again before he withdrew his blade and spun, slashing towards the other two left standing. His point found flesh again, running along the woman's left collarbone. Adrenaline surges anew inside him, but it cut short when he felt the flame from the hearth lurch forward and latch onto his free hand like a wild animal. He gave a cry in despair as the flesh was eaten away, waving and batting at it uncontrollably.\n\nVex gave a cry of pain outside the cabin. The brew was slowly inching it's way down his throat like a hot coal, each swallow he struggled through bringing it closer to his stomach. The magic was coursing through his veins, burning, searing would be more appropriate. Vex screamed loudly, before snapping his pointed teeth shut. His eyes grew wide, reflecting the fire light. In the darkness it was less noticeable but his veins now pulsed purple with disease, his neck was covered in a spiderweb of cursed dark blood. But he was finally ready. It was a blur of motion for the second time of the fight, Vex closing the distance to the cabin, throwing his spear through one of the windows as it embedded into a wall. He was breathing heavily, like a dog panting, his nose flaring, as he locked in on the wounded witch and her still standing companion.\n\nVex drew his dagger and closed in, the blade reaching out to the injured woman's heart. His feet twisting and pushing off to the side, he let go of the hilt once it was embedded and lunged towards the last of the witches, the end of the plague within his grasp. When he stopped, slowed really. Something was constraining him and the woman was chanting, her cane. Wait, she did have a cane before right?\n\nRealization dawned on him, she had used the woven vines of her cane to ensnare his limbs, the wood tightened around his joints at the thought.\n\nVex took another step, sluggish.\n\nThe woman seemed to breathe for a moment, opening her mouth to say something, when Vex managed another step. His arms were immobile, and his legs just became so, but the vines didn't touch his neck. He tilted forward, off balance he opened his mouth, and sank his pointed teeth into the wrinkled hags gullet."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nThe Crimson Lodge, Taemar\n\nAs the shifter dropped the lifeless body of one of the witches from her maw, she turned her attention towards Wendall, a man who had travelled with them attempting to protect those they wished to kill. Her confusion quickly shifted to anger when he began threatening her with his spear, claiming the top of his spear to be silver. His comment only halted Cecilia's attack for a moment as she assessed his stance and the angle the spear was currently pointed at. From her judgment, she doubted the spear would do her great harm from the position they were in, knowing it wouldn't incapacitate her enough to take her down.\n\nThe claws of her back feet dug into the wooden floor while using her strength to lurch forward with her hind legs. As an arrow bounced from her flank, She lunged towards the knight Wendall and placed her front paws against his shoulders, knocking him down with her weight and the force behind her. Once they landed against the ground, Cecilia didn't hesitate when she continued her advance towards the injured witch. A scream pierced through the air until it was cut off when the shifter's fangs tore into the witch's face beneath her cheeks and ripped apart her jaw from her skull. Releasing the lower half of the witch's face, Cecilia bit into the witch's throat and added pressure in her maw until an audible crunch could be heard and the body beneath her became limp. \n\nCecilia hadn't finished with the body after it's death, instead she ripped apart the flesh in her throat and chest. She began eating the flesh to properly heal the wounds created during her attack, not caring if others were watching."
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"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nSorceresses lodge\n\nThe screams heard in the distance sent a shiver all over her body. *Too late, they had already arrived*\n\nShe halted the horse once she reached the place, seeing the chaos of the battle. Dead bodies sprawled across the floor, her sisters of the lodge beheaded, with arrows piercing their skin, their guts out of their bodies, their chests full of blood... It had been a carnage.\n\nShe got off the horse, watching the scene with tears in her eyes. The trees calmed down, the waters went limp, the winds and part of the fires died down... All of it bit by bit as the witches felt the life scape from their souls.\n\nThe scene gave her flashes, flashes of her past. Suddenly she was nothing but a little petrified girl seeing her neighbors murdered on the streets as the buildings burned to the ground.\n\nThe last one standing was the Head Sorceress, which had a paladin constricted under her best incantation. The elder's eyes went wide as her throath got a chunk ripped away, blood gushing out of the bite, her body and incantation falling to the floor to lie with the rest of lodge.\n\nBella fell to her knees, mouth agape and eyes open wide, tears streaming down her face. *Too late*, those words repeated again and again in her head as she froze there."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Elsilie Buhle\nA small hut in The Melsoh\n\nThe smell of fetid plant matter filled the air as the melsi witch brewed a handful of concoctions. The smell was horrid, like fire to piles of rotting corpses, the Melsi Deathweed used to make balms that help stave off the signs of aging had an all too familiar smell. The melsi witch didn't care, however, as she had made this particular balm too many times to count. The Melsoh was full of useful plants and animals, it was no wonder the place attracted witches and bandits. *Melsi Deathweed, Virgin Bloodroot, a Spider Lily bulb, a thickening agent...* The witch humed quietly to herself as the ingredients were mixed together, a bird fell to the ground with a thud outside the window from the stench alone. *\"A hopper's dinner...\"* She cooed to herself as she finished up mixing.\n\nUpon setting the mixture into appropriate containers to set and thicken, the Fern Hoppers sat outside the building began to make their growling hiss noises, as if a trespasser were near. Heading out the front door, a Fern Hopper greeted her, growling and snapping with anxiety. \"What is it girl?\" Elsilie questioned as she patted the creatures head, stroking it to try and bring its nerves down. She pulled a knife from her side and grabbed a handful of one of its ferns to sever. The beast hissed and growled loud with obvious pain, but had no objection to the witch doing as she wished with it. \"Oh stop it, it'll grow back.\" She said to the beast, \"Go and find that bird that just fell to the ground\" The beast hissed once more before turning and crawling off to find its meal.\n\nHeading inside, the witch took the newly cut Hopper ferns, as well as a handful of other ingredients and began mixing them into a clean pot. Upon completion of the concoction, the witch moved to a small basement dug underneath the hut with a ritual circle and some other magic sites built in. She approached the ritual circle and painted eight runes evenly spaced around its circumference with the newly prepared mixture. Sitting legs crossed in the middle, eight candles ablaze outside the circle at the place of the runes and eight caged rats in front of her, she began a chant with eyes closed. As intended by the ritual, the witches sight changed, from the black of closed eyelids to wild and vivid colours, her mind soaring through the etherium until she was able to see once more; a Fern Hopper buried in the mud, watching from a distance. Through the eyes of the Melsi beast she saw a group of people, one ran forward before changing shape into a beast, others followed suit. She watched as carnage followed them, they slaughtered a gaggle of witches without mercy. Elsilie felt her gut churn as she watched, until the culprit came into view- *Paladins...* She thought before ending the incantation, returning the vision to her own. \n\nThe eight rats eyes had all popped, blood and eye-liquids pooled around their lifeless bodies, the runes all burnt and reduced to nothing, the ritual used up.. Taking no notice of the rats, the witch took a moment to wipe blood dripping from her nose. \"... I'd better leave..\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins and the Eclipse\n\n\"Sir Jax!\" Aleks rushed forward from the brush holding a waterskin.\n\n\"Not me, boy! The Paladin!\" Jax ran outside and fell to his stomach in front of one of the many bog patches around the cabin. With a cry that mixed both satisfaction and pain, he dunked his flaming arm into the murky water, using his free hand to shovel mud onto the appendage.\n\nAleks ran to the cabin, where the Paladin Ian had been flung against a wall, and held the waterskin to his lips. Ian spat and cough once the liquid reached his lips, expecting water but getting the sour taste of wine, he recovered just as quickly as he spat, downing a few gulps of the brew.\n\n\"My thanks, squire.\" He breathed out, and Aleks nodded meekly.\n\nVex was still in a bestial rage, his teeth coming free from the dying crone and he swallowed the junk of flesh he tore free. His nose picked up something else, another presence outside. He got to his feet and walked to the nearby window. Outside was a newcomer, a woman by the smell, on her knees outside. Vex hoisted himself through the window, wrenching his spear from the spot on the wall, and trotted over to the sobbing witch.\n\n\"The hex that caused the plague, I know it's here, if you wish your dead companions to have any respect in their burial I suggest you tell me before the shifter finishes her meal.\" It was painful to remain this calm under the effects of the potion, and Vex twitched from the pain."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nThe Dark Crimson Rose Lodge of Sorceresses\n\nThe shifter responded to his attempt at coercion with a chilling pause. He couldn't see its eyes and predict its next move, for the stench of ruined viscera offended his senses and blurred his vision with tears. Never before had he felt such abject horror, and he'd seen his share of horrible things. This incursion wasn't his first battle. As the beast seemed to study his threat, he wondered if it would be his last.\n\nHis mind struggled to keep up with his surroundings. The creature was suddenly flying towards him with frightening power, the tip of his spear failing to meet its underbelly in time. Much to his shame, Wendel recoiled with a sharp groan. The two big paws landed upon his shoulders, and he wondered if the beast was about to bite off his head, helmet and all. Rather, he felt those limbs exert such a force upon his frame that he feared his spine would snap in two. As if by divine intervention, his body bent rather than broke, and he crashed against the floor and rolled. Had he ever been so overpowered? So helpless?\n\nAll was a red-brown haze for the moment after his tumble came to a stop. Whatever objects he'd landed on were two or three in number, hard and narrow. He could barely feel his limbs, but, with a glance, he appeared to be intact. Where had his spear gone? Where was he? Was it over? And ... Where was his spear?\n\nHe didn't hear the loud, awful sound so much as he noticed its sudden silencing. The shifter had fallen upon the witch he'd tried to rescue. With a sharp motion of its head, it discarded something pale to the ground. He saw the fiendish maw seize the woman's throat. *Crunch*. The worst sound in the world. That sound was the reason why he avoided blunt weapons. The sound of breaking bones always cut deep into his ears, caressing his mind with a feeling of vicarious death.\n\nThe woman's head lolled. Her face was red. No; it was only half-there! Her tongue hung loosely from a dark, wet, gaping orifice that the gods had surely never intended to be seen bare. What moral lapse had led to this travesty? He'd only known Paladins to be protectors, and yet they were the ones responsible for this. It was they who left this disgusting thing to indulge in its unnatural nature. Everything about this was perverse.\n\nBoth beast and victim fell to the floor, and the former began feasting on the contents of the witch's chest and the tender flesh of her neck. He could hear the snapping of ribs and the crunching of cartilage. He watched incredible back-muscles shift and tense beneath the monster's fur as it gorged itself on manmeat.\n\nThere was an absent look on his face as he slumped against the wall, staring silently with parted lips."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald Library\n\nSerafina watched Anna's jaw clench and unclench as she considered the decision. This was what the Gods required, but Serafina wasn't sure if she would be able to give up the Southern Pantheon if someone asked it of her. 'I hope the gods would have mercy on my soul and kill me peacefully before someone ever asked me to commit treason against them.' She thought somberly. As the girl confirmed her dedication to the gods of the Southern Pantheon Serafina nodded, glancing at Kirk after his outburst. \"It's not my way, my Lady. I am a vessel of the gods as much as you both are.\" She smiled gently at Anna. \n\n\"I promise you will be in good hands, Lady Barrmount. The gods of the Southern Pantheon have always put their people first.\" She sat back in her chair and continued, adressing the couple collectively. \"Before the marriage begins, you will publicly denounce the Frozen Gods and pledge yourself to the Southern Pantheon - and a particular God if you have a preference, Lady Barrmount. Once you have done so, I will perform the marriage rites under Auryn. Simply follow my lead during the ceremony. I must remind you that marriage rites under Auryn are strictly held and divorce is not an option. This marriage will be blessed by the gods and its disruption is an affront to them and may result in an extended Mourning.\" \n\nThe Wisdom stood up and smiled at the engaged couple. \"I have nothing else for you and I'm sure the food is growing cold. I will leave you both alone for now if you would like to spend time together and will collect you an hour prior to the ceremony for the Northern rites to be held in private. You may invite a witness to the ceremony, Lady Barrmount, if you wish. Do either of you have questions?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nJust lost her mind, Taemar\n\nA man approached her, the same man who had just devoured the neck of the Head Sorceress, the same man she had seen at the gates of the castle dragging the shifter. Blood covered his face, his mouth, dripping down his chin to his neck, staining his clothes. An strange magic emanated from him. \n\nThe images of her past flashed before her eyes as she observed the scene before her, time stopping as the paladin reached her.\n\nNoise reached her ears as he spoke. Was he speaking or growling? She couldn't tell, her mind couldn't register nothing else, only the massive murder.\n\nRage cursed through her, as magic ran through her veins. Her usually brown eyes shone a reddish tone as if ignited, as she lost the willpower to control her magic.\n\nShe grabbed the spear that was pointed towards her, the weapon scorching hot under her hand. A scream full of fury came out of her as she stood up, planting her hand on his face. The smell of burnt flesh reached her nostrils.\n\nThe palading fought back, but the combination of anger and adrenaline made her keep attacking like a raging bull.\n\nBelladonna took out the hidden knife she stole from the Grunewald's dinner and sunk it deep in his shoulder, numerous times, until he staggered back.\n\nThe paladin barely showed any signs of pain as he took the knife out and threw it to the floor. This only worsened her contition.\n\nHer eyes shone brighter in a red tone. What she was about to do was dangerous, way dangerous for her level, but at that point she barely cared.\n\nA concentrated gust of wind sent the palading flying to the nearest bog with the force of a hurricane. She raised her hands and so did the waters of the swamp, clashing down full force on the paladin. He still was able to stand.\n\nA growl scaped her throath as she sent another punch of wind his way, sending him against a tree this time. She kept on blasting him as she walked towards the creaking tree. Her movements weren't as swift, her muscles already aching. \n\nShe had been warned by the Head Sorceress when Bella was nothing but a young apprentice. She knew well that if she kept abusing her powers like that, it wouldn't be long until she fainted, *Or worse* ;she was draining her own life force to get all of the power she was using, a much dangerous technique.\n\nShe launched a double blast, splinters flying from the tree as his body crashed harder against the tree. Belladonna got close to him while she caught her breath, muttering an incantation.\n\nShe was almost done with the incantation when the fire red shine of her eyes suddenly faded, her legs barely holding her and a sharp pain in her chest. She heard his voice again as her vision blurred and obscured, feeling how her body slowly shut down.\n\nThe sorceress spit at his face before fainting. Too much power, too much strength... The Head Sorceress was right, it was too dangerous, and Bella should have never done it."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Castle Library**\n\n\"I don't have any questions.\" He said to the wisdom without getting up from his chair. He did have some but also knew that the answers would not make him feel any better."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nCastle Grunewald throneroom, Vallen, Taemar\n\nKallophon stood from his windowsill perch. He held his handkerchief to level with his dark, contemplative eyes. He had kept it to himself the past while, pulling it taught or playing it between his fingers in a fidgeting manner. Perhaps he would soon be looking at diamonds this way. Perhaps soon he would be fidgeting with bejewelled rings. The taste of a whole new existence was teasing the edge of his tongue.\n\nSome sage of the past once claimed virtue in discarding a possession when one is moving forward in life. This fine cloth had dried many tears, yet he had not even had it for last night's grief. This would be his offering to Time.\n\nHe put a curve in his walk across the room, and delicately returned the item to the Princess. \"Please keep it, Your Majesty, as a token of my appreciation for your father's hospitality.\" He looked the king in his beady eyes. \"Thank you for giving me the chance to show myself, Your Majesty. I shall hasten now to organize entertainment for this evening's wedding.\" He laughed a little, and gestured to Wilhelmina. \"Remind your daughter to keep the gift close, lest this lovely ceremony brings her to tears. I suppose my cheeks will simply have to suffer.\" He shrugged, then departed with a bow.\n\nStopping on his way to the door, Kallophon took Rhetto by the shoulder. \"I think you and I have quite the service to provide tonight.\" He treated the Islander with an ingratiating smile, his eyes full of anticipation. His arm tightened its grip around his lyre."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nRetto turned to the other musician at his mentioning of the wedding and their future performance for the ceremonies ahead. He returned with his own smile and rubbed his neck. \"Aye, though i's quite a bi' sudden, innit?\" \n\nWhile he loved to perform just like his kindred spirit, he wanted nothing more than to be back on his ship with a bottle of Greere Rum rather than performing for a wedding ceremony in which the guests would likely happier than the bride and groom. \"Stabbin's, shifte's, witch hun's, an' a marriage. This 'as been quite a day. I suppose tha' drink'll have t' wait, though, I do wan' t' get ye t' try some real islander rum, an' no' this place's sorry excuse for alcohol.\" He mentioned lightheartedly to Kallophon as he gazed around the council room."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\nAnna kept her eyes fixed on the floor tiles, nodding along to everything the Wisdom said. It was of no use to say anything else, giving up was easier and safer, the only way she could ensure everything would go right.\n\n\"No questions on my part either, thank you Wisdom\" She bowed her head in a sign of respect and await until Serafina exited the room to let herself fall on the nearest chair, covering her face with her hands.\n\nAnna took a deep breath and took a moment to recompose herself and look up to her fiance, a faint smile on her face.\n\n\"I'm sorry you got dragged into this\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Castle Library**\n\nKirk turned his head toward Anna. \"You chose me over the mystery ward, so maybe I should feel flattered,\" He said with calm sarcasm, knowing that Lucrezia's offer had been far more tempting than his personal appeal. The expression of terror on his face for the latter part of of the council meeting had not felt particularly seductive. \"You did what you thought was right, and I can respect that despite the role that was assigned to me in it.\" He sighed and leaned back against his chair, turning his head up toward the ceiling. \"I hope you like antiques.\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\nShe snorted a laugh at his words. Lucrezia had been so eager and Anna was so desperate that she barely had time to think about the other offer, who even did it? She was getting ready to run away to seek help when the offers where made.\n\n\"Antiques?\" Her face got sparked by curiosity \"What kind of antiques? You collect them?\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Castle Library**\n\n\"Collect, restore, sell. It's a wide variety. I have a shop near the castle in Hexrakes. Pineworks. It's where I put most of my time when I'm home.\" Kirk looked back at his wife-to-be. \"How about you? How does a lady of the Iron Plaines pass the time most days?\""
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"message": "Kallophon\nCastle Grunewald throneroom, Vallen, Taemar\n\nKallophon eyed the door, thinking of Lady Anna. Her heart was likely in the hands of that scheming Wisdom now. \"I think I'd choose ... The beckoning, wave-blasted rocks over a political marriage\" He enunciated. \"Marriage should start with the purest erotic love.\" Even his own parents, despite the contention they'd often had during his youth regarding himself, had married out of Auryn's own true enamoration. \"That's my opinion, at least. What would I do if thousands of lives depended on my choice?\" He gestured down the stairs. \"I don't know. I'll say this much, however: it's wrong that they're going to make her give up her old spirits, and I know that they will. Embracing the plan that Saris has for one's soul should happen *Willingly*. Enthusiastically. Not as a consequence of something else, something so bleak and cruel.\"\n\nHis gaze fell to the table and was caught on the dark mouth of an inkwell. \"If there's any truth to my people's stories, then I can say with certainty that terrible, terrible things tend to follow when a man or woman of power turns away from their gods.\" He withdrew his hand from Retto's shoulder and held his lyre like a babe to his breast, as if to warm away the sudden, ominous chill that had fallen upon him. \"Hmph. Well, anyway. I for one think the alcohol here is fine, but I'm a poor critic,\" He chuckled weakly. He threw a glance at Spitza, swallowing. \"Anything exotic is pleasant to me. So I definitely *Will* Be interested in that rum when we get the chance for it.\n\n\"And anyway again, let's think about this wedding. I know a hymn to Auryn that I can perform. I'm sure the Wisdom will appreciate it. What do you have to offer, friend? And do you know anyone else who could perform for the couple?\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nRetto nodded as Kallophon expressed his thoughts on the marriage. \"Aye, I woul' sooner drag my own knife across my throat than denounce th' Tides Bearer.\" He stood silent with Kallophon for a moment, and looked towards the stairwell himself. \"I admire th' girl's heart. She'd willingly cast herself in t' a marriage with a man she doesn' know in th' hopes she can save her people.\" He paused again, and absentmindedly tapped the keys of his instrument. \n\nKallophon asking him about the plans for the marriage brought him back to reality. \"Aye, I know a few islander shanties t' play durin' weddin's. Bu'...\" He paused. \"..Islander weddin' songs are all happy an' energetic pieces fer merrimen'. I thin' tha' this one will no' be so, a' leas' fer th' bride an' groom."
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"message": "Kallophon\nThe Council Room\n\nKallophon's eyes dimmed. \"I'm sure that this wedding is a very frustrating transition for the Barrmount girl, and probably for the Ibbish courtier as well. But that doesn't mean it can't be enjoyable as a celebration. A bit of sweet and jaunty music could do much good for the poor lady's heart, no? I'm sure she'd delight to see you Islanders up and dancing to your queer little jigs, and perhaps I'll join in with you just for the absurdity. I'm sure I'll trip over my or someone else's foot, but, well, more the entertainment.\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\n\"Oh?\" Her curiosity grew as he spoke. She loved those shops that would sell rare objects, and now she would have the possibility to lurk around one as she pleased. Well, one positive thing at last.\n\nThe question caught her off guard.\n\n\"Oh uhm... Well I-\" She thought for a moment and snapped her fingers \"Oh yes! Uhm, I like to have a ride around the forest, and visiting the town! And... Play! Rodrick and I spent hours running around the castle, and playing chess. He always won though\" She recalled with a bittersweet smile on her face \"And books, I like books. Do you like books?\"\n\nCuriosity kept her mind distracted from the situation."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nCastle Grunewald Library**\n\n\"Books are good,\" Kirk said, struck by the broadness of the question. \"My father is a historian. He's spent much of his life looking through old texts and researching. Growing up, I ended reading a lot of it too. However, he seemed content spending his days in dark rooms with old documents. It wasn't enough for me. I didn't want to merely read about the mighty shield of a long-dead king. I wanted to hold it in my own hands. So while those old books weren't enough to satisfy me themselves, I suppose I do thank them for the inspiration and for being helpful tools in figuring out where to find certain old artifacts, despite some of the unpleasant roads I've travelled as a result.\"\n\nKirk paused as he thought more about his father. \"I wish he could have been here. I'd have sent word if I hadn't heard about the wedding only a few hours before it's supposed to happen. A raven probably wouldn't even be halfway there by the time the ceremony ends. At least my uncle and cousin live in Vallen. I do feel terrible about you though. Not only is your sister absent, her being in danger was the reason this is being done in the first place. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better during all of this?\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\nShe rested her head on her hand, listening closely to his voice. He was a traveler! An explorer! Oh how exciting of a life he must have had... Would she be able to have a taste of that life too? Anna had always dreamed of exploring the map, although she preferred it to be done under happier circumstances.\n\n\"Yes, it's not exactly how I imagined my wedding, but well... You're already giving me a way to send help back home, that's more than enough! You have been dragged into this marriage, is there something I can make to make this less unpleasant for you?\" There was genuine concern in her words. The poor man had been visibly hoping for the engagement to not happen, which made the young Barrmount feel bad for him."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nGrunewald Castle Library**\n\nKirk shook his head. \"I can't think of anything at the moment, but I'll let you know if I do.\" He felt as though there was so much that he should ask about to get to know Anna, but it probably still wouldn't be enough to change how he felt before the wedding, and their remaining time to ready themselves for the evening was dwindling. \"If there was nothing else you wanted to know before the ceremony, perhaps we should part ways and prepare. I should probably find some other clothes fit for a wedding. I'm sure there are things you'd like to do as well. Perhaps asking the Wrencrests about arrangements for the Northern ceremony.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\n\"O-oh! Yes, of course uhm...\" She glanced at the floor awkwardly as she fidgeted with her fingers \"I have to speak with them... And the clothes! A mourning gown won't be good for a wedding...\" She looked at him and did a curtsy \"See- see you later then...\"\n\nShe didn't know how to say goodbye to him. He was a stranger, but also her soon-to-be husband... She didn't even have a first kiss yet, how were you supposed to act with a husband?"
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"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nCastle Grunewald Library**\n\nKirk nodded at Anna's curtsy. \"See you then.\" He walked to the library door and held it open for her as one last gesture before they parted ways."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\nShe thanked him the gesture and exited the room, searching for the Wrencrests."
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"message": "Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nGreat hall, Castle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nThe four Wrencrests and their manservant had settled at a table in the great hall. They spoke nothing to each other, only nibbled at bog bread and sipped on ale. Bennard was finding comfort in a particularly strong drink, and gave a sigh of profound calm. With a softer brain, his pale eyes distilled the colours and shapes from his surroundings. Was this not the room where the infamous *Birth of Walburga* Mural embellished the ceiling? Bennard looked up, and saw nothing but garlands and darkness. Oh well, perhaps it was elsewhere in the castle.\n\nHe looked down at the table. The ale's dumbing effect seemed to have faltered; he was thinking once more of his *Own* Children. Looking to Adelhayd, he said, \"Dell, what are we to do about home?\"\n\nAdelhayd rested her cup on the table, but kept both hands clasped around it. There was a straining look on her pale, square face. \"I'm not sure,\" She said with a faint breath. \"They'll keep Wrencrest safe. Baldur, Rominald.\"\n\n\"And Lackner,\" Bennard added, raising an eyebrow.\n\nAdelhayd didn't look at him, silent for a moment. She continued, \"I know you want to go back, to be with them, and so do I. More than anything, love. But ...\" She glanced at the two girls, and leaned closer to his ear. \"I fear doing so would only put more of our children in danger. Besides, Anna would be alone amidst all this nonsense they're walking her into, and the Witherlands wouldn't have the representation it needs in a time like this. I can't remember any precedent for a Southern army crossing the wall. Likewise, our people need faces and voices on *This* Side. Gods know where Marshall is.\"\n\nBennard nodded. \"I suppose we can send one of the pigeons.\" He deflated a little, staring into his cup. \"I'm just worried about them.\"\n\n\"Lackner and Hull?\" She asked, putting a gentle hand on his back.\n\n\"And Cleina. Everyone, Dell. When is the nonsense going to end? When do we get our chance to heal? To have something better? There's no justice in it. Look at what poor Anna's getting for making a call for help.\"\n\n\"Mother,\" Said Ivagneth, her face uneasy as she interrupted their weighty exchange. Adelhayd turned, and the couple met eyes with their liege's sister.\n\n\"Anna, my dear.\" Adelhayd reached out for her hand. \"I trust the cleric and your husband-to-be treated you well?\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle\n\nAnna approached the Wrencrest family, her steps heavy. She dedicated a tired smile to them as Ivagneth averted her presence.\n\nShe took Adelhayd's hand as sge sat down on a nearby empty chair.\n\n\"Yes... Yes, as well as they can.\" She decided to keep the pantheon change to herself for now \"Am I interrupting a important conversation?\""
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"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald\n\nAdelhayd shook her head. \"Anna, right now, nothing is more important than your own business.\"\n\nBennard tapped the side of his cup, staring absently at the window.\n\nIvagneth leaned towards Anna, raising a faint brow. \"Anna, do you actually *Desire* This Ibbishman at all?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAfter verbal confirmation from both Lord Pinewood and Lady Barrmount Serafina left the room to give the couple some privacy. As she pushed the library doors closed, a shaky breath escaped when her head rested against the cold metal details decorating the door. 'What am I doing?' She thought, closing her eyes to try and shake away the weight of her emotions fogging what had always been a clear vision of service. \n\nSerafina had done her duty. She had converted another soul to the Pantheon. But why, then, did she feel terrible for doing so? Many people had converted under her guidance, but this. This was new. A clamour of laughter from the dining hall drew the woman out of her thoughts and she straightened, a mask of calm and poise concealing the flurry of doubt that had shown on her face moments earlier. Serafina's stomach clenched at the thought of the food awaiting her in the dining room. Instead, she turned and made her way to her room. If she was to marry them tonight she needed to be sure and confront her own shortcomings."
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"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nDespite his age, Bradai Maith was still tall and strong, the muscle from his many years of slavery had yet to fade entirely. If his people had wanted a fat king, he thought, they would have simply allowed the Araedians to keep lording over them. His shoulders were broad like the mast of a ship, and his sharkskin overcoat hung off of him in a thick curtain of murky black. \n\n\"Evening.\" Bradai looked down at the Wisdom as she made her way down the hall. He blocked her path. \"Do you need any 'elp back to your room?\" \n\nSlowly, his men began to emerge behind him. The castle staff had allowed his men to go and grab his crossbows, but due to the lack of staff, they hadn't notice that more of his men had taken their place. Six had gone, and eight came back. Six currently stood behind him. \"We've 'ad a few misfortunes so far, 'aven't we? It's a dangerous castle and wiff night falling...\" He pursed his bearded mouth, before stepping forwards, his cane striking against the stone floor sharply. \"I won't 'ave anyfing 'appen to you. What kind uff a man would I be, allowing a defenseless priest like you to wander around unattended?\" A crooked smile of mismatched with gold teeth took the place of his twisted mouth. \"You can't trust tha villains in vhis place. Lead tha way, I already know where your room is.\""
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald being rudely interrupted by Pirates in the middle of an existential crisis\n\nSerafina glanced up at the Pirate King with a forced smile as he blocked her path. \"Good evening, King Bradai.\" Her eyes glanced towards the men that stepped out behind him and her heart began to race slightly. This wasn't a casual meeting.\n\n \"I'm not defenseless.\" She continued, pushing past him as he stepped closer. \"What can I help you with?\" The Wisdom did not break her stride, forcing her heart to calm itself as she walked ahead not paying attention to whether he followed, though he didn't appear to plan on doing anything else at the moment."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Helping a Servant of the Faith\n\n_King._ He squared his jaw. \"I appreciate tha flattery.\" Despite his cane, he kept up with her, stepping alongside as she stepped quickly down the hall. A laugh bubbled up from his throat. \n\nBradai watched as she avoided his gaze, \"You don't seem to 'ave many defenses, unless you've got a knife under vhat robe.\" His men let out a laugh behind them. \"It's no secret vhat tha Lords of Vallen are trying to court your Panfeon, but vhat doesn't mean vhey're 'ere. You're in Godless territory. No one can protect you.\" A smile crept onto his face, \"Except for me, obviously.\"\n\nAs they approached the door, Bradai's arm rose up and his cane shot against the handle with the speed of a viper. \" 'oo is your fucking heir, Serafina?\" His voice was low and hoarse. \"If you're removing Charity Lane, vhen tell me, 'oo is your Godly choice? Surely you support tha rightful heir?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen wishing Bradai would go fuck himself \n\nSerafina steeled herself against his taunting and the laughter of his men. 'What arrogance.' She thought at his continuous prodding, declining to answer the question of whether or not she concealed a weapon under her robes. \"There is no such thing as a godless territory.\" As if physical barriers were of any consequence to divinity. \"You'll forgive me if I prefer the protections of the Gods over you, King Bradai.\" \n\nThe door appeared in the distance and Serafina held back a sigh of relief, desperately wanting to escape whatever spiderweb the Pirate King was weaving. Her relief was quickly replaced by irritation, shock, and a rising anger as his cane shot against the handle. Serafina's chest rose with a calming breath and she turned to face Bradai, a determined steel in her eyes. \"I support the heir of the Gods.\" She paused and searched his eyes for a brief moment. \"That is enough.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Being a Friend to All\n\nThere was that King word again. \"You seemed to 'ave trouble convincing Anna Barrmount uff vhat. You were in vhere I while, I don't suppose it was to congratulate 'er.\" The corner of his mouth turned up as she shot him a look that could boil water. \"Did vhey teach you vhat at tha Abbey? To turn vhat pretty face into somefing fhreatening? I can teach you better vhen vhat.\" He laughed, taking the tip of his cane from the handle of her door, placing it squarely in the center of the wooden boards and nudging it open. The door slid gracefully on its hinges to reveal her room. \n\nHis cane once again shot out, blocking the entrance at her hips. \"Because when you come and talk to me about Terresol, I get nervous. The 'airs on my arms start to go up and I get vhis strange feeling like I'm being played by a fucking Wisdom. But it's when I see vhat same Wisdom talking to a bard.\" He paused in mock thought, \"Vhat's when I really start to get nervous. Telling 'im about our meeting, pitting the Queen and I against each uvher?\" He shook his head, \"I'm too fucking busy to waste my time wiff a schemer.\" \n\nHe dropped his cane and his tone, continuing in an even voice. \"When would you like to meet 'er? Fluer Vortigon, I mean.\" He walked past her and stepped into her room, removing a flat bottle of rum from his inside jacket pocket. \"She's been dying to return to 'er 'omeland.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nSerafina tore her eyes from the disgusting smirk on his face when he pushed her door open only to be blocked once again by his cane, which she would have ripped from his hands out of fury if it was possible. 'He knows nothing about what happened in the library.' She assured herself as he continued to talk. The mention of such proposterous teachings at the Abigreth did nothing to calm her. It angered her that he would even suggest such a thing. That she had some kind of self-centered motive to her actions. \n\nSerafina turned back to face Bradai, eyes flaming. \"Do not stand there and accuse me of scheming behind your back as if you aren't doing the same right now, Bradai.\" She hissed. \"If you bothered to study the Pantheon you would know that part of my duties are to console the public and ensure they know they are in good standing with the Gods. The meeting with the bard was a consolation that he was in favor with them despite abandoning his father's business and joining Emin's choir of musicians.\" At his mention of being too busy to deal with a schemer Serafina fumed before turning in surprise as his cane dropped and tone changed. 'Gods... Is he insane?' Serafina followed inside and shut the door behind her before shoving past him towards the window so their voices wouldn't carry near the door.\n\n\"The sooner the better.\" She replied, calmly, though her voice had a hard ring to it. Very different from the tone of their previous discussion. Her eyes glanced back towards the door before flickering to his face as he drank from the bottle. \"I have to wonder, then, why you've kept her from it for so long after Kelwynd's death.\" Serafina pushed further."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nBradai was sure the little Barrmount was feeling very consoled, being wed to a foreign man in a foreign land to foreign Gods. If they didn't curse her now, they'd curse her in whatever hell awaited those that followed the Frozen Ones. He remembered when he had, for a time, given up his religion and was married under the Pantheon. That marriage ended when his first wife died in a fire. He thought the money he had received in condolences. \n\nThe mentioning of her faith had broken her calm demeanor, and he concealed a smile when she called him by his name. \"Bradai?\" He questioned, \"What ever 'appened to King?\" He scoffed and let a chuckle slip. \"You Wisdoms.\" His tone was deep and soft, like a father's mocking tone, but there was a darkness in it. He didn't believe the comment about Emin's holy choir. There was only ever one reason to talk to a bard: to have a song played. He took a long draw from his glass and felt the rum burn in his throat. He longed for the sea.\n\n\"Duty 'as changed, Wisdom. Kings no longer rule when vhey're supposed to, Knights run away when pressed, vows mean nuffink. It might surprise you to know vhat tha last few living Vortigons are content wiff my protection. Your Gods didn't do vhem any favors. Kelwynd's men still run your country, and vhey'd kill any Vortigon so long as your faiff supports 'is followers. Tha man may be dead, but a rotten cut can spoil a body, cannit? Vhat's a festering wound.\"\n\nHe sat down at a small table, sitting properly with his back straight. \"And 'oo would you 'ave vhem believe? Your Gods again? 'oose to say you won't just legitimize tha next invader's Gods when it's clear 'e's going to win? A Wisdom is supposed to serve vheir Lords, in 'ills or valleys be damned. 'ooever came before you used vhat trick a little too well, didn't vhey?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle\n\n\"Lord Bennard...\"\n\n*For the love of the gods, no!* Is what she wanted to say. If it was for her, nothing of this would be happening; she would be finishing Rodrick's funeral by now and having dinner with Sibyl, maybe even having a walk around the 'gardens' to mourn in peace.\n\n\"... I do desire the aid this will bring to the Iron Plaines, there's nothing else I need to do this.\" She cleared her throat as it started to get shaky, as a cause of the imminent tears that burnt her eyes.\n\n\"I'm starving\" She forced a smile \"Is there something worth eating here?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\n\"It's only fair that I should drop your self-proclaimed title if you feel the need to address me by name, wouldn't you agree?\" Her aura of annoyance hung in the air as she moved to the table and poured herself a glass of water. It tasted stale, if that were even possible, and only added to the unsettling feeling in her stomach.\n\nSerafina listened as he spoke, but more than listen, she watched him. For someone who supposedly only cared about business gains, he was remarkably interested in the politics. It was almost, as if, he hated leaving it in someone else's hand. She smiled into her cup at the mention of hills and valleys before setting it down and answering his observations and accusations.\n\n\"The Gods never abandoned the Vortigons. Do you think I play no role in fulfilling the Gods will for their return? The Cult of Syntherion is near extinction, but to remove a disease completely, one must cut off the source.\" Her eyes traveled to the Pirate King's and held his gaze. \"Queen Lane, is the source. She has let Kelwynd's men run rampant event after his death, pretending as if she does not see the damage they do in the streets of Sol. Her disbelief blinds her to the Gods will for Sol.\"\n\nSerafina paused, taking another sip of water to wash down the bile rising in her throat as the smell of burning flesh and rotting wounds filled her nose. \"I cannot tell you what the will of the Gods are beyond what they've expressed to me. The Gods support the Vortigons as the rightful rulers, the Southern Pantheon is here to fulfill that. But more than anything, the people want a true leader.\" She paused, glancing out the window to look up at the sky. \"I serve the Gods.\" Serfina's eyes shot back to Bradai and she smiled. \"Hills and valleys be damned.\" Standing up, Serafina moved to her bedside and pulled out a scroll from her things, holding it out for him. \"This is not a trick, King Bradai. The Gods have spoken and we have listened.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"No.\" He said, matter-of-factly, \"Eivher I am a King, and I should act like one, or I'm Shitblood Islander walking around in some man's crown, in which case I will remind you 'ow I got vhis fucking crown.\" He tipped his bottle back, and let the brackish rum roll down his throat before pulling it away and sucking through his teeth. \n\nHe corked the bottle and placed it in his coat, placing his cane between his legs and both hands upon the cold steel pommel. He watched her as she talked about the Syntherion Cult, digging it up from the roots to kill it completely. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as she considered dashing her across her soft skull with his cane. His men could put her corpse in her bed, and by the time Charity Lane would return to the room, she could be made well aware of her Wisdom's treachery, giving her a motive. \n\nThe Pirate King slowly took the scroll that was produced in front of him, \" 'ills and valleys be damned.\" He smiled back at her, unscrolling the parchment and nodding slowly. She wasn't the source. \n\n\"Everyfing tha Silverbloods do is a trick. Convincing people to live apart like vhis. Do not fink I love your religion.\" He didn't look up from the parchment, he was remembering the names in the signatures. \"But if you want a true Queen, vhen I would be 'appy to discuss tha possibility uff 'er return.\""
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen \n\n\"The latter seems to be more accurate.\" The corner of her mouth turned up into a smirk and she quickly continued. \"And you don't need to remind me. I'm aware of how you obtained your position.\" \n\nSerafina watched him peruse the scroll for a few moments before putting a hand on it to take it back. \"What a coincidence, I don't love your religion either.\" She rolled up the parchment and held it in her hands. \"You killed thousands to get to your position and your Tides Barer has harassed my home for as long as I can remember.\" She paused to think before letting out a irritated sigh.\n\n\"I've told you I'm not like the other Silverbloods you've encountered and I'm tiring of your games. You don't want to put Fleur on the throne to give the Terresolians a true Queen. What do you want, Bradai?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"Fuck tha Tides Barer's Creed.\" He pursed his lips, leaning back into his chair. \"Fuck tha Panfeon and fuck the 'og God. Fuck tha Golden Warrior and fuck tha 'orse 'eaded Gods of Lira. Fuck 'em all and fuck vheir priests.\"\n\n\"I killed 'oo I needed to kill to right tha wrongs against my people, same as the Tides Barer your people fear. But I'm sorry your people were 'arassed after vhey enslaved us. You nice Araedian folks didn't deserve vhat.\" He smiled and gave an emotionless laugh. \"But I will continue to do so until tha wrongs against my people 'ave been righted.\"\n\nHis nostrils flared when she talked about games, \"You wanna talk about a fucking game? My people are butchered. Vhey're cut up and vhey're chained and vhey're spit on, even 'ere, when vhey volunteer to die for your people. I do not play games, and I do not treat wiff Silverbloods unless vhey 'ave somefing to do for me. And I do _NOT_ mean putting me on tha trading ledgers, vhat's a fuckin' insult.\"\n\n\"It's only a game if two people are playing. I 'ave tha rightful Queen, and you've got... Who?\" He watched her movements as he asked this question, \"A member of tha Queen's family? Kelwynd's sister? One uff Charity's Terresolian wards? It's all fuckin' bullshit anyways, just anyone 'oo fell outta the right fuckin' cunt, aye? Aye?\" His eyes were wild as he scanned her.\n\n\"I did not come tonight to ask you for fings, I came to tell you vhat vhis is tha order uff business, because at tha end uff the day, I 'ave tha best claim according to your Gods. Will you support 'er, or will I 'ave to put your 'ead and tha 'eads uff all uff vhose signatures on tha walls of Sol for heresy against your Panfeon? Because I will tell you tha truff, tha Vortigons 'ave no reason to like you. I can change vheir minds.\"\n\nHe narrowed his eyes at her, \"Would you like vhat, or is your patience wearing fhin?\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle\n\n\"Funny, I've heard many people today call me brave, but I feel quite the contrary\" Her voice was heavy with tiredness.\n\nHer gaze stayed low and distant, her mind quite blank at the moment, much to her relief. If one more worrying thought passed her mind, poor Anna would have passed out right there.\n\nShe slightly shook her head as she came back, the voice of Adelhayd bringing her mind back from the sudden slumber.\n\n\"I am no leader, that's Sibyl\" She responded as she took the bread in her hand. She didn't really care about the taste, or about food at all, her stomach barely could keep at bay what it already had inside.\n\nAnna nodded and took a small bite off the *Hideous* Bread."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nOutside Of Vallen \n\n\"Thankyou Emelia. I owe you.\" She replied to the healer with a small smile. \n\nWhen Arin awoke, Marsila felt relief flood through her as she had expected him to remain passed out for much longer which would have delayed their journey further. Her head shook to the side when he spoke, claiming he was fine when in reality, he had been passed out for just over an hour now. \"You're not fine. If you were fine, you wouldn't have passed out. If you don't have your hands checked and stitched, I will not let you continue with me to find that Owl Griffin. I am not going to be babying you if your wounds become infected.\" \n\nMarsila unhooked her arms from under his but kept her grip on his left upper arm, unsure if he was stable enough to stand without support. She began helping Arin towards the caravan, helping him inside before resting him down against a chair so Emelia could work on his hands. When Arin was seated, Marsila found a place for herself to sit so she could rest her legs before turning her attention back towards Arin. \"Why couldn't you just leave those men alone? We could have easily escaped them.\""
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"author": "zammycat6788",
"message": "Emelia Cloverbloom\nOutside of Vallen\n\nEmelia turned her attention back to Marsila, \"It's fine, really\", quite frankly she could use the social interaction. She raised an eyebrow at Arin then rolled her eyes. She took the reins of the horses to lead them to a tree next to the caravan where she had set her horses up. Emelia paused, she knew she should have gotten out the needle and surgical thread just in case. \"She's right you know. You'll just be holding the group back by not letting me deal with your injuries\", she said calmly gathering the rope next to the tree and tying the end of the horses reins to it, \"Also infection isn't pretty it can lead to gangrene, which means the limb would have to be amputated\". She shuddered, she hated dealing with gangrene because the infected area smelled like a corpse rotting in the sun. She gave the horses a pat and then followed them inside. \n\nThe goat hearing the stomping of footsteps lifted he's head then quickly decided that this wasn't worth his time and went back to sleep. Emelia kneeled in front of Arin and checked his hands then tsked, yeah he's gonna need stitches. \"Well you make the one-hundredth idiot I've met that thought going into it a fight bare handed was a good idea\", she grabbed the needle and thread then set them on the chest. She then got the wet rag, poured some alcohol onto it, and grabbed Arin's right hand in a fierce grip. \"This is going to sting\", was the only warning she gave before pouring some alcohol directly onto the cut, Emelia then put the bottle down and started gently cleaning the wound with the rag."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar \n\nArin frowned. \"Fuck that. I'm fine.\" He said, before cursing again. He stared blankly for a moment at his hands as he remembered the fight, realizing she was right. But he would never admit that. \n\n\"Alright. For fuck's sake get it over with.\" He said before Emelia grabbed his arm. He realized what she was doing a moment too late as the alcohol poured onto his hand and into the jagged cut that ran down his hand and let curses fly that had not been strung together before like he said them. His entire arm seized up as shock ran through his system, but it subsided quickly. He looked at the bottle for a moment, longing to take a sip, but looked back at Emelia. \n\n\"I wasn't bare-handed. What idiot would walk into a fight without a weapon. My weapon was used against me, but not before it tasted the blood of another.\" He said, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his anger built up a little. He could have won that fight. \n\nHe looked at Marsila as she spoke. \"I fought because that's the only way you get people to back the fuck off. Had I left that spot and not stood my ground, they would have followed us and created trouble later. The best situation is the one you avoid by solving it before it happens.\" Arin said, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the pain."
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"message": "Marsila Vema \nTaemar\n\nShe brows raised towards Arin's reaction as the alcohol was poured onto his hands. This man had quite the tongue on him when it came to cussing but the string of vulgar words surprised the shifter, causing her to wonder if he had the capability to speak without swearing. \"You're quite hot headed, aren't you?\"\n\nLeaning forward, Marsila rested her elbows against her knees and shook her head towards Arin's explanation. She didn't agree with him at all. If the men had followed them and created trouble for them later, they would have been able to deal with them away from the city and away from prying eyes. She bit her tongue to avoid commenting her thoughts however, not wanting to create an argument which would have caused her a headache. \n\n\"Whatever.\" She muttered and shifted her glance towards Emelia. \"How long do you think his hands will take to heal? It's important that he is able to use both his hands for the task we need to complete.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**\n**The Council Room**\n\nHe nodded to the other bard. \"Aye, I suppose so. I can play a lively tune or two.\" He glanced around the council room. His king had apparently slipped out without informing him. Retto frouned, then shrugged. Ah well, his guards had went with him. He was more than capable of taking care of himself. Retto turned back to face Kallophon. \"When d' ye think this weddin' will start?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina listened to his words with indignation. The Pirate King had a view she had heard many times from her own family and her colleagues. But he, like many others, were wrong. She hadn't gone through the Trials willingly, but in doing so a flame had been lit inside her and it was too hot to put out. She smiled to herself. 'Who is to say more damage can't be done with a dagger than a sword?' \n\nWhen Bradai smiled, the Wisdom felt a series of chills as his words traveled across the room. Her heart began to beat to the rhythm of a war drum as the thought echoed through her mind. She had a sinking feeling that by letting him in, she would be condeming everything she knew to death."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon\nThe Council Room\n\nKallophon turned away from Retto and leaned against the windowsill, gazing out. The evening sun was casting a dusky aspect across the vast fastnesses of tree, bog, and grass. A faint breeze unsettled his dark-brown curls. He shrugged. \"In Terresol, we ... Well, I don't *Recall* There being a set time of day for weddings. Afternoon? Evening? Night?\" He shook his head. \"Not in Omun, at least. But then again, what province of the fatherland is more likely to go against the grain about marriage than Omun?\" He flashed Retto a smile over his shoulder.\n\n\"And if they're following the Witherland tradition—and I doubt they will, because who is more deserving of Saris' damnation than those heathen's, aye? The poor Wisdom's stomach would roll in its cavity—were it to be so, I have no idea how it'll be carried out. I'd definitely be hopeless to serve a Northern ceremony with my skills. The Withermen would probably put me under their boots for their traditional 'snap-and-crackle' dance. Would that I were a longer man—I'd be able to bear more stamping Witherman paws on my bones, and spare some other unfortunate Southerner.\"\n\nKallophon turned, sitting up on the windowsill. \"I'm sure we'll have time to get things sorted. One or two group pieces should suffice. It follows that the more pressing object for us is getting an actual 'group' together, aye? Do you know anyone else in this castle who can sing or play an instrument?\" He looked out the window. \"I doubt we'd be able to summon that frog choir for the occasion.\""
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"author": "zammycat6788",
"message": "Emelia Cloverbloom\nTaemar\n\nEmelia resisted the urge to snort at Arin's reaction to the alcohol, but did let out a tiny smile. She paused noticing him staring at the bottle, \"You don't want to drink that, trust me. I've got liquor or whiskey?\". Why do people always think that alcohol she uses to clean wounds can be drunk?\n\nShe laughed a bit, \"You'd be surprised at how many guys think they can win a fight bare handed. It's like people forget knives are a thing\", Emelia frowned at his words and shook her head, \"Sometimes that's what people want though. A reaction, a good reason to kick your ass. And you gave it to them\". She set the rag down, cut a long piece of thread and looped it through the needle. She then carefully got to work on stitching his hand being as gentle as she could. \"Look I'm not saying that you should turn blind eye to everything, some people need a good ass kicking, I'm saying you got to pick and choose your battles. Know when to let things go\".\n\nNot stopping in her task she spoke to Marsila, \"A week, week and a half. Two if he doesn't take care of them and does something stupid. He should still be able to use his hands though, I'll give him something that should numb the area\", she finishes up the stitches in that hand and moves on to the next. Repeating the process of pouring alcohol and cleaning with the rag, \"But I'll be coming with you, I don't trust this guy\", she says pointing to Arin with the rag, \"Not to do something dumb. You've given me a very bad impression when it comes to taking care of yourself. Plus this task sounds interesting, when's the last time someones seen an Owl Griffin?\". She finishes cleaning and then moves on to stitching this hand up."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin shook his head. \"I need a clear head to deal with this.\" He said, rolling his eyes. \"The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week I was jailed for nearly a year. Is there any way I can leave quicker?\" He said, turning his attention back to his hands. The now clean cuts looked better now that all of the dried blood was removed. The needle dig into his skin and he groaned softly. \n\nShe made a good point. His mind was still in survival mode, being that close to so many people who wanted him dead or captured had left him with his guard up constantly. He slowly relaxed as she kept doctoring his hands. \n\nHe stayed quiet for a bit as she worked, only because his hands were the way he made money. He grimaced as she nicked a tender spot. His eyes rolled back as she poured the alcohol again but he clenched his jaw and stayed silent. His tough exterior had dropped. Now he wasn't \"Arin the Pirate.\" He was just Arin. A young man who was always in over his head, and only lived because he was luckier than most. He looked back at Marsila when Emelia brought up her point. \n\n\"It's not up to me.\" He said softly."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nThe sorceresses lodge, Taemar\n\nVex coughed once, spitting a glob of blood and phlegm to the ground before him. His hand reached into a bed of splinters beside him and he pushed, the wood piercing his skin as he rose to his feet. He breathed in, his lungs straining to bring in the wheeze. Even under the effect of all his potions, that last barrage hurt.\n\nUsing the shaft of his spear as a cane he regained his footing and limped over to the collapsing witch.\n\n\"Someone get a fire going!\" Vex turned back to the cabin and called to the hunting party. \"We'll rest and head back to the city in the morning.\"\n\nOf course he only expected half of them to follow the orders, there was a wedding going on after all. Nevertheless he spotted a pale figure already gathering wreckage and throwing it into the hearth. Vex grunted and turned back to the witch, retrieving his slivered cuffs, and slapped them onto her wrists. The hunter then reached up to his shoulder wound, digging his fingers into the gash, and pulled the red appendage free. Vex knelt down and marked the Witch's forehead, chuckling at his handiwork.\n\nThe Brutality resumed shortly after, his hands grabbing a fistful of the raven hair as he dragged her back to her former residence, where the rest of his companions resided."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nTaemar\n\nMarsila watched silently as Emelia closed up the wounds on Arin's hands, wondering what it felt like to receive stitches. Though she had wounded herself many times, her body managed to heal her cuts, grazes and burns long before anyone had the chance to heal her themselves. It was the only part of her shifter self that she didn't despise. \n\nBringing herself from her thoughts, Marsila managed to catch Emelia's answer and felt the corner of her lips drop into a small frown when she mentioned she would be joining them on their hunt. \"I.. I don't think that's a smart idea Emelia.\" She began, unsure on the risks involved if she were to leave with them. Then again, she wasn't sure Arin would properly take care of his wounds either, knowing how hot headed the pirate was. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back against the chair she sat on while crossing her arms over her chest. \"I guess you can join us but you will need to promise me that you will hide if we were to ever be ambushed while Arin and I fight and when we find the Owl-Griffin, you will keep yourself a safe distance away so you aren't placed in any danger.\" \n\nShe was still unconfident about Emelia joining them but she had the feeling Emelia wasn't going to take no for an answer. She turned her focus back towards Arin and pursed her lips before she continued to speak. \"If Emelia is joining us, we will leave as soon as she is finished dressing your hands. There is no reason for us to remain here longer than we have already.\" \n\nShe also wanted to find the Owl-Griffin as soon as possible so she could retrieve it for the Alchemist and receive the information on her missing parents. Luckily for Marsila, Arin had been enough of a pain in her ass to distract her from the sadness and fear she kept hidden. \"And let's pray neither of you two become sick with the plague.\"\n\nCecilia Lyanah\nThe Sorceress's Lodge, Taemar\n\nShe had to admit, the taste of a witch was different than one of a human. It was a lot more bitter from the magic that tainted their blood yet Cecilia remained unbothered while she continued to devour the witch's flesh. When the commotion outside began to dim and the female's screams were silenced, the shifter rose from the unrecognisable mangled corpse, satisfied with the fullness in her belly, Her wounds from the previous day were barely noticeable, her strength and healing once again as it was originally and the weakness she suffered from before no longer threatened her. \n\nCecilia felt her bones begin to snap and rearrange themselves as her body shifted from her wolf form to her bare human form before turning around to face the others with a cheerful grin on her face. She felt alive. \n\nHer gaze fell towards the knight who had attempted to save the witch's life for some reason unknown to her and cocked her head in thought. She was tempted to end his life for trying to interfere with the witch's death, knowing it would be quite simple as he sat there in a daze with no weapon to arm himself with. Fortunately for him, Cecilia cared more for her own freedom and did not want to risk being imprisoned once again for bringing harm towards someone she wasn't meant to. Instead, Cecilia walked past Wendall and made her way towards the cabin's entrance. \n\nAs Vex neared them while dragging the only living witch that had been rendered unconscious behind him, the shifter leaned herself against the wooden frame. \"Does this mean I can finally leave and be free of you Paladins? I would like to get as far away from here as possible.\" She questioned, hoping he didn't have any more plans for her in mind."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Vex Gresham\nAt the coven that caused the plague, Taemar\n\nVex spat at the creature's feet, it's hideous attempt at a human form disgusting him.\n\n\"Our deal has concluded, but do not think you have gained some immunity from us. You are still my prey, only now you aren't in a trap.\" He threw the unconscious woman towards the wall with a grunt and jabbed a thumb behind him.\n\n\"You better leave before I change my mind.\""
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"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nAbout to get new ✨*Traumas*✨, the lodge cabin.\n\nThe sorceress was surprised she had been able to open her eyes, that brutal use of power could have been deadly for her body and soul.\n\nAt first, her eyelids felt so heavy. Everything was cloudy and only a slight ringing in her ears could be heard. Her forehead felt wet with something.\n\nSlowly, her senses came back to her. She was on the floor, with her back against a wall. There were people around her, figures. She tried to move but her body was too heavy.\n\nShe coughed a bit of blood, the effort of the spells had done some internal damage. Muffled sounds and voices reached her ears, accompanied by the persistent ringing.\n\nShe felt something cold over her wrists, but was still not able to move to look at what it was.\n\nA figure moved towards her. Were those feet? The rude movement that followed made her whole body ache like a million needles were being shot into her. Muffled voices turned into words."
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"message": "Lord Bennard Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald great hall, Vallen\n\nBennard reclined in his chair, his hands folded in his lap. \"So,\" He said, looking at Anna, \"When's this wedding going to begin? How's this all going to unfold?\""
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"message": "The Ice Lord Marshall Carter \nThe Stairways, Castle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nMarshall and his men moved with purpose. They climbed the oddly placed and narrow serpentine staircases, eyeing the strange architecture that adorned the walls and roofs. Everything seemed *Off* About the place. Marshall had of course passed through Taemar a number of times with his movements around the continent, but had never fully immersed himself in the Taemish culture. It was a curious land, full of mystical and queer things, as well as a miserable swampy shithole that seemed to stretch across the entire Kingdom. Their God was that of a hog. They worshipped the animal so devoutly they apparently fed their deceased to it, so their essence may be preserved in the hog and their remains are passed on to the land so it may flourish. Taemar's people were also strange and hostile to outsiders. This wasn't something unfamiliar to Marshall, as his own people were quite similar in that sense, but the Taemish had a *Way* About them. They would just stare at you with deadpan gazes of utter contempt, despite never having met them before. There was an underlying tension within all of them, Marshall felt. Like the low growl at the belly of the beast... Or the hog. Marshall had not been in the Kingdom for more than two days, yet he knew already he was not going to enjoy his stay there. \n\nThe Ice Lord and company went round a bend in the corridors, and he bumped in to a young lady with an entourage of her own. Marshall caught her by the wrist with his gloved hand so she did not stumble, he then released her gently. He quickly deduced they were noble ladies, as the knight accompanying them had his hand on the pommel of his steel, ready to spring in to action. Until he realised who he was.\n\n\"Mind your steps, my ladies. These floors are not well-furnished. Any nook or cranny in them are like to make you fall and snap your neck,\" He spoke, gruesomely. \n\n\"Not sure if the masons can be blamed for that one, my Lord Ruler. The Wrencrests were never the most graceful.\" Lord Angelo Torck smiled, going to embrace them both. \"What say you, cousins? Even more dreary than back home?\" He laughed. \n\nMarshall looked at the sigil encrusted on the knight's breastplate, two wrens perched atop the branches of a chevron, facing one another and singing. \"Well,\" Marshall breathed, \"This is most opportune. If I'm to hear of what has transpired in the council thus far, who better to tell me than my own countrymen. Where are the rest of your family?\" He asked the girls."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle\n\nAnna swallowed the food she was munching on, her gaze moving uncomfortably from one place to another.\n\n\"Well um...\" Breaking the news of the pantheon change would be harder than she expected \"The Wisdom will marry us in public after a small private ceremony...\"\n\nShe didn't have the heart to tell how she would giving up her faith for the marriage.\n\n\"Speaking of, I should go look for my... Husband?\" That word felt so strange in her lips. She stood up and looked around \"We should do the ceremony soon, so all of this can finally end\" This council was being a nightmare after another for her \"If the Wrencrests wish to join, we will be in the library\"\n\nShe did a curtsy and set off to find her soon to be husband. She approached him, who was sitting next to Lucrezia and the other man, speaking about something.\n\n*\"... Make me an offer I can't refuse\"* Is what she heard when she arrived. She did a small curtsy as greeting to the trio.\n\n\"Excuse me for interrupting, but may I steal Kirk away? We must prepare for the ceremony\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth felt a shock ripple through her body when the Ice Lord's hand clamped around her wrist. Were they under arrest? Did their Lord Ruler suspect them of treason? She winced at him, bracing for the worst ... And much to her surprise, no such harm came. The steely Carter freed her from his grip and warned them to watch their footing. His vivid words made her tingle once more with a dark, noxious feeling. She saw Feineth reach up to touch her nape, eyes wide as she imagined death by mere tripping.\n\nIvagneth was still in something of a daze when a second voice came into audition. Its tone was much warmer—familiar, even. She looked, and her chilly heart was instantly thawed by relief: it was Cousin Angelo. \"Angelo!\" She said with a beaming smile, throwing her arms around him. Feineth joined them, though with a more subdued mien, still unnerved by this turn of events. \n\n\"It's wetter. And everyone's so eerie,\" Said Feineth in reply to him, tensing her shoulders and throwing a look over her shoulder.\n\nIvagneth met Marshall's eyes as he spoke to them. She wondered if her parents would try to dress up their relation of what had happened: all the assaults, offences, grievances, the personal conflicts boiling to the surface. It occurred to her that she knew very little about this man and how to entreat his personality. Were her parents any the wiser? She vaguely recalled Father mentioning having met him; she wasn't sure about Mother. How would they feel having to converse with the man who had taken away so many of their friends and loved ones?\n\n\"My parents are in the great hall, Lord Ruler.\" She pointed to the length of hallway behind her. \"I'll show you the way.\"\n\nLady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nThe great hall, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAdelhayd grimaced slightly as Anna bid them farewell. She had a host of questions. A private ceremony? Of what sort? Who else would be there? Could the girls come? But the young woman was in no state for pestering, especially after her treatment in the council room. Despite her worries, Adelhayd let her go, sighing quietly. \"I suppose we should make for the library then.\"\n\nBennard shrugged. \"I'm sure there's time to finish our little aliment.\" He reached for a hunk of bog bread and bit into it, eyes dull.\n\n\"I suppose.\" Adelhayd took another sip of ale. She heard a call elsewhere in the castle; it sounded quite like a servant. Had someone arrived? She couldn't discern the name or names being announced, but something about it made her uneasy."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer, King Dennon Bigsby, and Kirk Pinewood\nThe Great Hall**\n\n\"Of course you may, dear.\" Lucrezia said with a calm smile as Dennon tensed up next to her, wondering what Anna had heard after appearing so suddenly.\n\nKirk stood up slowly from his seat at the table. He had barely eaten, but it wasn't for lack of time. \"I guess the moment has arrived,\" He paused. \"It doesn't seem real.\" Kirk said, pushing in his chair to follow Anna. Once they were a short distance away, he spoke up again. \"Do you have everything you need for the Frozen Gods ceremony?\" Kirk asked as they were walking by some Islanders."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\n\"Indeed, not much is needed\" She replied as she walked side by side with him. She remained quiet untill they reached the library once again.\n\nShe opened the door, but stopped right before entering.\n\n\"I uhm... I-I wanted to say I...\" She looked up, facing him \"Thank you. I know all of this must be a real inconvenience for you, getting married all of a sudden to a complete stranger...\" A faint smile crossed her face \"Thank you.\"\n\nAnna entered the library and sat down on her knees, right next to the crackling fire of the fireplace.\n\n\"Would you please take a seat with me? It will be quick I promise\" She said as she gestured to the spot in front of her. When he did, she took both his hands in hers and closed her eyes.\n\n\"Oh elder gods, even though I strayed far from home please hear my call\" She started, taking a deep breath before resuming \"You have made my path tough and rough, made me lose people along the way that I hope you take good care of under your embrace\"\n\nShe felt a lump in her throath remembering Rodrick last days and how dangerous the way to the council was, where her guard gave up his life for Anna and her maid to scape the bandits.\n\n\"My duty to protect my people has brought me here, to get engaged with this man you see here with me. Thanks to him, help will come to my people... But for that to happen I must abandon my roots\"\n\nHer hands squeezed his. \n\n\"Kirk\" She said in a whisper without opening her eyes \"After I'm done with my vow, do yours\" \n\nThis was it, her last goodbye to her faith and home. She cleared her throat and resumed her speech.\n\n\"As my last act before the Frozen Gods' presence, and under my ancestors' gaze, I, Lady Anna Barrmount of the Iron Plaines, take Kirk Pinewood as my husband, thus making him Lord and swearing to remain by his side until my dying day\""
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"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nThe Castle Library for the second time that day without reading a single thing**\n\nKirk could do little more than nod when Anna thanked him due to both the lump in his throat and also because he knew things could have been much worse for him. His problem was one of unexpected inconvenience. Anna's was one of survival for herself, her sister, and everyone else in The Iron Plaines.\n\nKirk instinctively reached to cover his groin when Anna knelt down and said it would be over quickly. Fortunately, she did not brandish a knife, and he passed his reaction off as merely brushing his pants. His fears of what a Northern wedding might involve seemed to be unfounded thus far.\n\nKirk had never been part of a Northern wedding before, so he attempted to come up with his own vow on the fly in the vein of Anna's. He swallowed, trying to clear the lump in his throat. \"As my first and also likely last act before the Frozen Gods' presence, and under the gaze of my ancestors, I, Kirk Pinewood- or rather, Lord Kirk Pinewood of...\" Lucrezia hadn't been clear about what holdings he would receive, if any. \"...From Ibethiel, take Lady Anna Barrmount as my wife, swearing to remain her side until my dying day.\" It had been one thing to agree to the marital arrangement that had been forced on him, but actually saying the words in that moment weighed upon him like nothing else."
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"message": "The Ice Lord Marshall Carter\nThe Great Hall, Castle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nFrom beyond the shadows the ensemble of Witherlander men appeared, gloomy and grim as ever. Their travels had worn them, but they stood there, imperturbable. Marshall appeared from the centre, standing behind but towering over the Wrencrest girls as they looked to their kin. At first he couldn't have made it out in the dreary, dim misshapen halls of the Grunewald's castle, but he saw it now. These were definitely Wrencrests, with their porcelain features of snow-white skin, and platinum blonde hair, the same shade that the sun would shine down on their lands on a good day, gleaming through the grey. Usually, he'd been disturbed by the sight of their countenance, but after the tumultuous couple of weeks he'd had, he was almost glad to see them. \n\n\"Lord Bennard, Lady Adelhayd,\" He addressed them formally, standing in the middle of the Great Hall. \"You are a welcome sight in these times of ruin and wrath.\" Slowly, his sharp blue eyes analysed them, and their actions. He deduced what they were supping on. *Have they already had their fill? Have the Southerners already gotten to them?* He asked himself, bringing his worn gloved hands together.\n\n\"I must apologise for my sequestered nature. The contents of my arrival here could not be made knowledgable to anyone. Not House Grunewald, not the council, not even my own bannermen. It has been... A long journey,\" He sighed, letting his weariness overcome him for a split second, but the one that followed, he was steel once again. \"My Kingdom is torn in half once again. The tyrant and war criminal Nathaniel Vivayn seeks to overthrow and the Carter Dynasty and install himself atop the Northern Throne. He plots, he prods, he pulls. His army grows ever stronger, and he rides with power in the Iron Plaines, as last my scouts have reported, that was of course before they were sent back to me in pieces; flayed and completely stripped of anything that made them identifiable. All the while a plague consumes the people who suffer from yet another struggle for power. Hundreds of thousands have succumbed to the affliction, dead. Their bodies couldn't even be buried in the snow banks in order to preserve them for the Frozen Gods. They had to be burnt, rendering them nothing but ash.\" The Ice Lord spoke words of remorse, but his voice did not jitter, or fumble. He was used to speaking words of mourning and death.\n\n\"So that it is why I stand here before you. I am here to offer what help I can and learn of this plague so we may cut it off at its crux. Our people have suffered long enough.\" The Ice Lord's chainmail rattled as he made for their gathering at the table, looking with disdain at the pallet that lay before them all. He looked as if he were about flip the whole table in frustration but instead reached and broke off a piece of bog bread, knowing the rules of guest rites. \"Please, tell me what I have missed.\" He bit in to it."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\n\"May our journey be blessed\" She finished \"Goodbye and thank you for everything.\"\n\nSomething felt heavy in her chest, too heavy, as her last goodbye scaped her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled thankfully at Kirk, a hint of sadness in her glistening and tired eyes.\n\n\"That was perfect, thank you for doing this with me\" Anna said as she stood up and patted her clothes down to tidy them \"Shall we go prepare for the public ceremony?\""
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle library\n\nA sad and nostalgic smile parted her face, as she carefully picked the glass and the cloth. She wrapped the glass in the cloth as well as she could, so it wouldn't get into his shoe, and put it down on the floor, next to Kirk's foot.\n\n\"It's supposed to mean that marriage is not based on material things, but the commitment and love between the two people. You have to smash it by stomping on it\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood\nCastle Grunewald Library**\n\n*Ironic.* Kirk thought to himself when Anna explained the meaning. He had originally assumed Lucrezia was laughing because she had simply made it all up to make him look foolish. Now he knew the real reason. It was a marriage between two coerced strangers for the sake of some coin.\n\nStill, tradition was tradition.\n\nKirk looked to Anna and raised his eyebrows as one last nonverbal, \"Are you sure?\" Before stomping on the cloth, hearing a few cracks with it.\n\nHe let silence sit between them for a few seconds before ending it. \"One down, one to go.\" Kirk said, backing away slowly toward the exit."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle\n\nShe watched him as he exited the room, letting out a heavy sigh. Oh this was about to be an awkward marriage, he seemed to despise the wedding so much.\n\nWould he treat her good? Would she have a nice life? It didn't matter after all, but a girl could only dream her sacrifice would bring her something positive.\n\nShe walked out the library and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the man next to the Wrencrests. It couldn't be. It couldn't be!\n\n\"Lord Marshall?\" She asked as she approached. Was the lack of sleep playing a nasty trick on her mind or Marshall Carter was really there?"
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"message": "Emelia Cloverbloom\nTaemar\n\nEmelia was deep in thought, remembering her own experience with the plague. Looking back she should have been more careful when she first came in contact with it, she had underestimated how infectious it was and paid the price. She shuddered at the fuzzy memories of her time with it. Emelia snapped out of her thoughts when Marsila spoke. \"Oh yeah, that would probably be a good idea\", she moves on to attach her other horse, \"In all honesty he should probably wait a day or two before riding\". She finishes and gives a slight tug on the harness to make sure it's secure but not too tight. \n\nEmelia takes out a small pouch and gives both horses some sugar cubes. The horse nudges her hands for more once the gone. She laughs a bit, \"Sorry girls thats all I got\", she gives them both a pat. She goes back inside and puts all her fragile equipment away in their respective places. \"Arin up front you're riding with me\", she says without pausing. On everything is away Emelia takes a bag off a shelf and pours some of its contents into a bowl then places it in front of the goat. Chauncey begins to happily munch on the mixture of greens and pumpkin seeds. She nods in satisfaction and exits gesturing for Arin to follow."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin frowned. \"I do hope you know how to ride.\" He said, looking over at Emelia. The last woman to ride his horse clearly did not. The saddle's straps were too loose, and it had clearly bothered the horse. The weight had been carried awkwardly, but he breathed a small sigh of relief. His horse had been attached to the rear of the caravan. He followed the women outside, fidgeting with the bandages on his hands.\n\n\"As soon as I can I'm riding my own horse.\" He said, frowning as he settled himself on the back of the woman's horse. This wasn't natural."
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nThe Throne Room, Vallen\n\nSerafina walked briskly to the throne room after conversing with the cooks in the kitchens to ensure the feast after the wedding would be appropriate. As appropriate as possible given where they were. After surviving veiled threats and interrogation Bradai had cornered her with, the Wisdom spent the remaining time preparing for the wedding by directing servants to adequately decorate the throne room and then taking time to prepare herself and ensure the wedding had the blessing of the gods. \n\nThough she had intended to be at the Northern wedding, the Wisdom felt it was more respectful to allow it to occur without her and gave Anna permission to do so. Her presence may have soiled the moment. Anna had to renounce her faith in the Frozen Gods. The least the Wisdom could do was let the last ritual to them be performed quietly, in private. \n\nLetting a group of servants carrying bog flowers - surprisingly beautiful given their environment - up steps before following, she asked. \"Did you find everything?\" One of the male servants towards the back replied. \n\"Yes, Wisdom, the last few decorations and furnishings are being brought up now.\" Serafina nodded. \"Excellent. The wedding will happen begin soon.\"\n\nAs she ascended the remaining steps, a floral scent accosted the her nose and she smiled, satisfied that the scent of bogland had been somewhat masked. A few rearrangements later, the Wisdom stood at the alter and glanced through the room. The chairs had been split and the front of those on the right marked for Lord Pinewood's guests, while the left were reserved for Lady Barrmount's guests. The others would be filled by the remaining raucous nobles who would attend out of curiosity, gossip, and wine rather than support of the marriage. \n\n———————————————————————————\n\nSerafina made her way down the steps for what felt like the thousandth time that day. She was exhausted and had barely eaten. If she were to be interrogated by one more person or asked a ridiculous question about whether the Gods cared about a change of profession, she might lose her calm demeanour. At the bottom, the woman let her head rest against the cold stone wall, forcing a few deep breaths. As her eyes closed, she sent up a silent prayer for patience, kindness, and wisdom to be imparted to her so she would not stand in the way of the Gods will.\n\nLaughter and conversation bounced off the corridor walls as Serafina arrived at the dining hall to begin directing guests to the Throne Room. Standing at the entrance, the cleared her throat loudly, but gracefully all the same, and waited for people to give her their attention. As she waited, her eyes fell upon the newest addition to the group. Ice Lord Marshall Carter. \"Your Majesties, Lords and Ladies. If you would kindly make your way to the Throne Room where the Council was held earlier today we will celebrate the marriage between Lord Kirk Pinewood of Ibethiel and Lady Anna Barrmount of the Iron Plaines. The wedding will begin shortly.\" Finished with the announcement, Serafina bowed her head respectfully before glancing back at Marshall Carter, a triumphant smirk flitting across her face before directing herself towards Lord Pinewoods chamber to inform him it was time."
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"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nAdelhayd fixed a stray lock of Anna's pitch hair and smiled as she held the girl's face. \"When that Ibbishman sees you like this, I've no doubt that he'll whisper a prayer of thanks to his gods.\" A bead of a tear glinted in the recess of her eye. She snuffed it out with a hooked finger and sighed. \"When I was being dressed for my own wedding, I had a deep sadness in my heart. I'd barely met Bennard beforehand, and the thought of moving so far from home was desolating.\" She gripped Anna's shoulders. \"These things can seem very impersonal, but that doesn't mean they can't lead to good things.\"\n\nShe pursed her lips. She was going to call herself the 'luckiest woman in the Witherlands' as she lived now. But that wasn't true. Over the past few years, she'd been anything but luck. \"This isn't how things were ever meant to be, but we can make it better over time. I'll help you as much as I can, even though we may not be able to ... See each other as often as before.\"\n\nThere was little she could do for her own children, she knew. But she was determined to do her best for this one. \"Her dried eyes began to glisten again, and she leaned closer. \"I love you, Anna. We all love you. And if that man does *Anything* Less, don't hold your tongue about it. Promise me that.\""
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"message": "**Lord Kirk Pinewood, Verina Crowe, King Dennon Bigsby, and Queen Lucrezia Scheer\nKirk's room, castle Grunewald**\n\nOnce all present had come to terms with the inevitability of Kirk's marriage, they began to get ready. The tailor soon returned with Kirk's clothes, but Kirk felt as though he was going to be buried in them.\n\nAs they waited, Kirk paced the room nervously, Dennon and Verina sat around sullenly, and Lucrezia smiled as she watched all three, feeling pleased with her political handiwork.\n\nEventually, there came a knock at the door.\n\n\"We'll find out seats if the wisdom has arrived to take you.\" Lucrezia said. Kirk nodded and opened the door."
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nKirk's Room, Castle Grunewald\n\nSerafina waited outside Kirk's room for only a moment before the door was opened and the Queen's face appeared. \"Your Majesties.\" She began, stepping aside to let them pass. \"People have already begun seating themselves in the Throne Room. I've marked seats for you in the front row on the right side. If you need help finding them, a servant can point you in the right direction.\" She smiled and waited for them to leave before entering the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. \n\n\"How are you feeling, Lord Pinewood?\" She questioned, moving forward to hand him the blue glass bracelet to wear on his right wrist."
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"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nHis room, Castle Grunewald**\n\nKirk accepted the bracelet and slid it over his wrist. \"How do I feel?\" He paused. \"Nervous. How do I look?\""
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nKirk's Room, Castle Grunewald\n\n\"Nervous.\" Serfina chuckled before studying him more closely. \"You look very handsome, Lord Pinewood, and I'm sure Lady Barrmount will look stunning as well.\"\n\n \"Did you have time to read over the vows I sent you? They are rather impersonal and I know that you and Lady Anna don't know each other well, but feel free to include some of your own thoughts and words.\" She paused and rested her eyes on his own, feeling sympathy for him. \"I'm sorry you are being used as a pawn in all of this Lord Pinewood.\" She sighed and shook her head. \"I consulted with the Gods and they assured me that this marriage would be a happy one despite the circumstances. Fulfillment of your life and Lady Anna's includes this marriage now.\" \n\nSerafina made her way back towards the door and held it open for Kirk, gesturing for him to leave the room. \"Meet me at the entrance to the staircase leading up to the Throne Room. I need to fetch Lady Anna and we'll meet you there.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nHis room, Grunewald Castle**\n\nAt the mention of the vows, Kirk looked around for the piece of paper he had been ignoring and pocketed it, thinking he'd have time to look it over at the stairwell.\n\nWhen the wisdom spoke of the assurances that had been given to her, he chuckled. \"I'm glad *The Gods* Think so.\" Kirk said, thinking about Lucrezia's scheming.\n\n\"See you there.\" He said before leaving the room.\n\n**. . .**\n\nKirk paced near the bottom of the staircase. It was the first time had been truly left alone the entire day. The wisdom was fetching Anna, and Lucrezia was yelling at Dennon and Verina to help her climb the stairs a few flights ahead. No one would notice if he walked out the castle doors. He had said that he would stay, and he meant it at the time, but knowing how easy it would be, the temptation to flee had a momentary resurgence.\n\nWhat would he do if he left? Lucrezia would surely send a raven that would arrive at the castle in Hexrakes before Kirk ever crossed the border. She'd have his entire shop surrounded if not destroyed by the time he got there. He'd have no chance of collecting his possessions. He'd be running away with nothing. His uncle would likely kick him out. His father probably wouldn't be able to help. Kirk had long since soured his relations in the trade of black market antiquities. Was the marriage really that terrible? Everyone seemed to like Anna. She had always been kind when she spoke to Kirk. Sure, the Witherlands war to the North might make them political targets, but he had no intention of leaving Ibethiel until the conflict was over anyway. He'd be lying to himself if he said that was his main objection.\n** **\n\nThe thought of family was one thing that worried him. With his business, he had never had the time to worry about his future beyond work. One needn't worry about siring a child in the warm embrace of a passionate, but a wife? If he and Anna truly got to know and love each other, children would likely come eventually. Would he be ready?\n\nWhat bothered him most was his lack of choice in the manner. The arrangement was made before he had ever spoken to Anna, and it was made by the person who hated him most in the world. In so many ways, it felt like an embarrassment of riches. Lucrezia gave him a title and land to make his social status more official. He was marrying a beautiful and kind woman, and everyone in his life seemed supportive of the union. Perhaps Lucrezia had a point. Sure, it wasn't his choice, but did he really need to be so bitter about such a wonderful thing?\n\nAfter glancing one more time down the hallway that led to freedom, he turned away and let out a sigh, not one of longing, but one of peace as he accepted what was to come. Kirk pulled out the wisdom's paper and began looking over the vows."
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"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nGrunewald Castle assigned chambers, Valen\n\nThe young Barrmount did her best to dedicate a smile to Adelhayd, in exchange for her kind words. All she could manage was a weak smile that lasted seconds.\n\n\"Thank you, Lady Adelhayd...\" Her gaze fell upon the mirror in front of her \"It means a lot to me\" \n\n\"Lady Adelhayd is right, you look stunning my lady\" The maid tried to cheer her \"That dress brings out the color of your eyes\" \n\nAnna was grateful for her maid attempts, but her reflection in the mirror was like looking at someone in the distance, like observing a stranger that passed by. She couldn't recognize herself. Her hair was beautiful, much like the light blue gown she had borrowed from the Wrencrest; but as much as she appreciated how she looked, the image before her eyes felt empty. Like a carcass with no life left inside.\n\nTwo strong knocks interrupted her self pitying moment.\n\n\"Are we expecting anyone, my Lady?\" Asked the maid.\n\n\"The Wisdom, probably\" She said as she digested what that meant \"The wedding must be about to start. Open the door\"\n\nThe maid obligued, gasping audibly and stepping aside as she did a rushed curtsy.\n\n\"L-Lord Marshall...\"\n\nAnna turned to the door, the pain of the last days cursing through her veins as her face turned red with anger.\n\n\"Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!\" She spat out the words in a way that made her maid go wide eyed \"The Ice Lord Marshall Carter, in the flesh.\" She put her hands on her hips. \n\n\"M-my... My Lady...\" \n\n\"Sush!\" She ordered her maid, in a way she had never before treated her \"Finally decided to intervene in the deaths of our people? Or are you just here for a little party with the southerners?\"\n\nAll the weight that had been resting on her shoulders the past days, and the rage of how southeners treated and spoke of her home and people, poisoned the words she was firing at Marshall. Her father and Sibyl would have killed her for how she was treating him. \n\n\"How dare you show your face now?\" The young woman stepped towards the Lord \"Where were you when disease spread over the people of the Witherlands like wildfire?\" She put an accusatory finger on his chest, her eyes burning with rage as she looked at him \"Where were you when our people died like flies? Where in all hells were you while Vivayn advanced at his will through the lands killing and burning?\"\n\nTears dwelled on her eyes as she spoke, finally letting everything come out.\n\n\"Where were you when this bunch of southerners crushed me in their jaws and spat me out as I desperately came for help?\" Her voice cracked, but there were no signs of her anger dissipating \"House Barrmount has been nothing but loyal to you since my father, may he rest in peace, swore our loyalty to you. And what did we get when we needed your help the most? I'll tell you, silence!\"\n\nShe turned away from the Lord.\n\n\"We were left alone in our lowest moment, at my brother's funeral,\" She walked around the room, gesticulating as she spoke, out of anger \"And there comes Vivayn with his men, knocking at our door! I had to scape my own home and come here, with this bunch of ignorants who laugh at the north!\"\n\nShe turned back to Marshall, her eyes red from the tears that stained her cheeks.\n\n\"I am nothing but a desperate fool to them! With no idea of politics or how to be diplomatic for that matter...\" She did a pause as she looked at him, feeling as she was crumbling down \"Tell me! Where in all hells were you?!\" She cried out with a broken voice \"Where were you while I had to offer me to the best bidder to have a chance of saving my sister and my people from something that you were supposed to protect us from?!\" She got close to him, crying at that point as she yelled \"Where were you?!\" She cried out again, her voice cracking, as she pushed him back with the little strength her arms had."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nOutside Anna Barrmounts Chambers, Castle Grunewald\n\nAs she turned the corner into the corridor where the northern aristocracy had been settled, Serafina thought she heard shouts coming from one of the rooms. 'What is going on?' Her pace slowed and she peered down the corridor to see if any doors were open. None were, but upon further inspection, she determined the shouts were coming from Lady Barrmount's chambers and had her voice. \n\nSerafina knocked on the door and pushed it aside as the last \"Where were you\" Cry left the girl's mouth. Her eyes glanced through the room, settling first on Anna who appeared distressed and clearly in tears. She didn't need to see the face of the man in front of her to know who it was. Stepping to the side of Marshall, the woman took a few steps towards Anna. \"Is everything alright, Lady Barrmount?\" Though her tone was innocent, Serafina felt her skin rising and stomach sinking. If this was what she thought it was, she would need to act quickly to ensure the marriage would continue."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Lady Adelhayd Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nAdelhayd eyes flew to the door when the two knocks sounded. She had an awful inkling of who had come to visit them. The urge to get away snapped at the back of her neck, but she knew that there was no escape. She could only steel herself.\n\nWhen the maid opened the door and went all in a fluster, Adelhayd squared her jaw. She employed the wisdom of all her years as a weapon to keep her passions at bay; her stony visage did not betray this battle within. She knew that there could be no recompense for her own troubles. Anna's fortunes were all that mattered. \n\nAnna herself did not seem to share this sentiment, as she fell into a fit of vitriol as soon as she laid eyes upon Marshal. The Ice Lord had no chance to get a word in as the Barrmount girl disparaged his entire office. Even though Adelhayd hated Marshall as well (though more for things he *Did* Than things he *Failed* To do), she found Anna's comments to be deeply unfair. What was Marshall expected to do during a plague? Hack the pestilence away with a line of spearmen? And how could he have responded to Vivayn's march as quickly as Anna seemed to expect of him? She felt her arm muscles tense and quiver as the situation spun out of control before her.\n\nShe gaped when she saw Anna lay a finger on her Ice Lord's chest. It was certain now that this was a pointless episode of the young woman's senseless, beleaguered heart.\n\n\"Lady Anna,\" She said firmly as Anna pushed at Marshall. She reached out to grab Anna by the shoulder and pulled her back with a little more violent force than she'd meant to. She turned Anna to face her, and for a moment, there was a dark, menacing look in her eyes. Then the tension settled in the air between them, and her face returned to its kind, motherly aspect. \"Lady, please. Calm yourself.\"\n\nShe swallowed, knowing that she herself was not in the stablest of wits. Turning her attention to Marshall, she was just about to address him when the Wisdom came in. The Lady Wrencrest levelled a withering, half-lidded glare on the woman's face. \"This matter does not yet concern you, Wisdom. Begone till we have need of you. This is between the Lady and her lord.\""
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "The Ice Lord Marshall Carter \nThe Bride's Chambers, Castle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nAn onslaught hit him the likes of which he hadn't even expected. What she displayed in front of fellow dignitaries and courtiers would be considered treason, and liable for imprisonment, lashings, or worse. \n\nMarshall stood there, stoically, never wavering or faltering as Anna Barrmount's words hit him like a ferocious gust of wind sent from the cruel and unloving Gods themselves. \"The Ice Lord Marshall Carter,\" She had titled him. Because that was what he was to her. The unforgiving, unloving, merciless force that left nothing in its wake but death, mourning and longing. The relentless titan that kept fighting, and fighting, and fighting until there was nothing left but ashes fluttering in the dead air. He was *Ice* To her, turning her blood cold.\n\nHe peered downwards, as she pressed a lithe finger into his chest and chainmail, accusingly. A recurring dream sank in to his mind. A girl who looked much like Anna, pretty, but younger, standing in a narrow hallway. At first she asked where she was, and who Marshall was to which he responded that he was the Lord Ruler, and they were in his castle, but... It didn't look like his castle at all, more akin to a crypt. The little girl wanted to find her parents, and Marshall said he would help her find them. As they traversed the hallways, things appeared to open up in the hallway and become lighter, the walls became more spacious. He and the the little girl eventually heard indistinct chattering, between a man and woman. Marshall deduced that it must be her parents, and they both move closer to the source of the noise.\n\nAs they progressed closer to origin, jarring screeches were heard; bloody screams of horror and Marshall ran to the scene. As he ran, the cries got louder and louder, until, nothing. Not a peep. Marshall looked to his side to find the little girl had disappeared. Marshall yelled out for her, but there was no sign. He panted as he ran through the hallway that now appeared murkier, trying to find her. Eventually, he found her with her back to him. He tried to get her to speak, but found his words carried no noise, no weight, and turned to vapour from his lungs that chilled the already cold air. When he reached to turn her, her face was smudged from makeup; her innocence had already been taken from her. She screamed loudly, much like her parents and pointed at him, accusingly. \"You. You killed them.\" As she said those words, he looked down and to find his entire chest cavity caved open, and his heart was black a pulsated as if it were about to explode. \"No, I didn't...\" He mouthed, his words once again turning to vapour that chilled him further. Marshall turned to run and there she was again, pointing at him, this time she cried tears of blood that poured down onto the cobbled floor like a stream of corruption. He felt the walls close in around, the light was fading as her saw the tiles of ink weep some blood just the same as the little girl. He choked on his words, his pleas, as he fell to his knees, with the girl screaming bloody murder, of his own design. He saw eyes pop out from walls as they closed in around him, beginning to suffocate. Eyes he had shut forever reopening and piercing through his blackened heart. Before he was consumed forever, the last thing he saw was the girl pointing at him, naming him murderer.\n\n**\"Silence!\"** The Ice Lord boomed out before anymore chatter emerged in the Bride's chambers. He looked all of them over, relishing in the brief seconds of silence hid roar had granted him. \"Lady Adelhayd has the right of it. Everyone leave us. Immediately,\" He commanded. He turned to look at the intrusive Wisdom, who seemed to be woven in the fabric of all this chaos in every way shape and form. \"Don't worry. You'll get your wedding,\" He said sharply."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Kenmath Vaughn\nKenmath's Tower, Grunewald Castle\n\n\"A stitch to grow an inch,\" Kenmath mumbled as his shaky fingers bled on the crisp white of the fabric. He pulled the needle through, securing his crooked stitch. \"Lady Anna Bartmint will look lovely in her marriage gown. Simply lovely,\" He said. The gown was speckled in variations of brown and red bloodstains from the tired manservants efforts. He did not mind. He was honored, in fact, that the Lady of the North would wear his lifeblood as she sealed her fate with the Ibethelian pauper. \n\nHis gnarled teeth bit through the thread, snapping it off. At long last, the gown was complete. A high collar, bell sleeves, and shoulder pads that swirled up like upright conch shells. The train was long and lopsided, slithering on the floor like a serpant in heat. \"The blood dots add a nice design. She will like it quite a bit. IF not, I will shout. I will shout.\" He bunched the dress up in his arms and scurried out of the tower, eager to force Anna into the gown."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nLady Anna Barrmount's Chambers, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nThe Wisdom ignored Lady Adelayhd's condescending tone, choosing to focus on Anna and ensure she was fine. However, before Anna was able to answer Marshall ordered them to be quiet and she found herself unwillingly obeying for a brief moment. \n\nSerafina met the Ice Lord's gaze with cynicism. \"I'm more concerned with Lady Barrmount's safety, Lord Carter. You'll have to forgive my caution, but I've read the histories and there is a pattern of death that follows those who disagree with you.\" She paused and moved closer to Anna, gently placing a hand on her shoulders. \"Furthermore, we have guests awaiting the Lady's arrival for the ceremony. This conversation can wait.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan and the Astorian Party\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n**\nThe day had dragged on for a century. If she'd wanted, she could have counted every heartbeat in the pulse of the wound that ached on her shoulder, which had been tightly wrapped finally - at Danico and Angelica's insistence. Angelica was, as usual, eager to hide any signs of weakness that might lead to further damage to the Astorian Queen's reputation, pride, or body. Anyanka herself - well she didn't seem to care. The ache had gotten to her, a headache that was made worse by the candlelight of the ceremony and the sound of the Wisdom's voice. She'd been in attendance, but further back. \n\nShe hated weddings, and this was no exception. \n\nWhen the ceremony transitioned into festivities, she'd started to insist that her and her party should retire and begin packing their things for the journey home. There was a ship waiting for them that would take them home the same way they had come before, and she wanted to be on it before the dawn caught the bogs. Mikhail, however, had slipped from the ceremony and into the ballroom. She'd watched his ashen blonde crown head into the crowd, seemingly looking for someone, and Anya turned to Angelica. \n\n\"I don't know either.\" She answered simply, letting her grip on Anya's arm tighten as they followed the flow of patrons out of the hall and into the ballroom. A wedding feast was being hosted, unofficially signaling the end of the council, and the last night for a majority of the southern leadership.\n\n-\nAngelica guided Anya in, allowing the Queen to let her eyes move over the crowd without fear of running into someone while she was distracted. Romanov was somewhere, and her annoyance with the man added to her desire to leave sooner rather than later. It had been a long time since she'd found herself angry with the man, and there was a feeling in her gut that if they were to speak tonight it wouldn't be for the better. It appeared their streak of sneaking away during gatherings had finally ended. A shame, truly. \n\nAnya pulled her gaze from the crowd in time for Mikhail to circle back to them, his hand touching his mother's elbow to alert her of his presence once more. \n\n\"Find who you were looking for?\" She asked, and he gave a small smile, shaking his head and pushing a hand through his hair to keep it from falling into his face. \n\n\"No, I didn't catch the Pirate King.\" He answered, dropping his hand to his side and letting his gaze fall upon the bandage that peaked out of the top of his mother's dress collar. \"Are you still feeling well enough to be here? We've made an appearance, we can leave if you wish.\" \n\nAnya felt her lip twitch into a sympathetic look, but she didn't comment right away. Mikhail's relationship with Bradai was one she had never expected - and on some days one she envied, as the boy seemed to look for him for leadership and answers, as if she hadn't done right by him for years before the Pirate King decided to step in as influence. Her silver eyes lifted, swiping over the crowd to confirm that she didn't see the man either, and then returned to her son.\n\n-\n\"A headache.\" She confirmed. \"We'll leave in a moment, I just wanted to see if-\" Before she could finish the thought, a voice greeted them from behind. Angelica and Anya turned in unison, heads whipping to toss blonde and auburn curls alike over shoulders to face the man who had addressed them. Anya immediately realized the mistake of having reacted quickly with a surge of stars in her vision, and her grip tightened on Angelica's arm. \n\nThe man introduced himself, and in the few seconds it took for the stars to clear she recalled his voice from the hog dangle. He was the bard, and once again before she could do much more than blink two girls were upon him. They looked about Mikhail's age, icy blonde and Northern in every feature. Angelica raised a brow, glancing to Anya, and her lips moved to fill in the blank in the Queen's mind about the name. _'Wrencrest'_. Angelica didn't know it by heart, but she'd heard it spoken when the Bard was assaulted by the pair. The Queen gave a small nod, all too aware of the way Mikhail's eyes had fallen upon the girl with a curious look, thoughts of leaving early fading with every syllable she spoke as intrigue settled over his features. \n\nAnya gave a small _tsk_ mentally, having thought she'd raised him better than to fall for a ploy for attention like this, but apparently not. \n\nOnce more she was addressed by the bard, Kallophon, and she returned her gaze from Mikhail to him. A small smile grazed her lips, and she spoke in an even tone. \"We're well enough, Mister Kallophon, to know that this introduction is meant to captivate us. So before we fall into a charade, let us be open with one another, shall we?\" Anya's smile changed from tight to one of genuine warmth. \"What can I do for you and your companions?\" -d-"
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"message": "Kallophon Saz__a__l\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nKallophon looked back at the two Wrencrest girls, an eyebrow raised. \"I can't speak for my little entourage here, but I'll be plain about my business.\" He looked at Anyanka with a humble smile. \"I'm looking for a patron, and I can't think of anyone here who's more desirable for patronage than you, Your Majesty. All I need is clean water, unspoiled food, four walls with one door for me and none for the rats—all the great luxuries—and in return, my skills are at your command. A year in Ostrava showed me that your people seem to appreciate my people's artistic styles. That's to say, even if you thought that my tune last night was a forgettable experience, I'm sure I can appeal to the tastes of many of your courtiers.\n\n\"If you won't have me in a court, just a place on a cart until we get to Ostrava or Zahrada will do me fine. I do wish to see Astoria again, and my friends therein.\"\n\nIvagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nIvagneth straightened her posture, trying to keep her gaze upon Anyanka cool and respectful. In the dizziness of coming over, it had slipped from her mind that this was an actual *Queen* They were accosting. Now that she and Feineth had said their piece, the question of why they maintained a quiet, awkward presence seemed to hang quite blatantly in the air. She quietly cursed the Terresolian for drawing attention to it, but dared not let any disgruntlement dust her cheeks. Gods knew a Wrencrest blush was one that showed.\n\nTrying to push aside her anxiety, she focused on Queen Anyanka. Surely she was the one who had the most to worry about in terms of appearance? As Ivagneth took in this first full sight of her, she felt that the Queen had little work to do in that sense. Even with her bandaging and the hint of wornness in her eyes, she seemed so effortlessly elegant. An aura of exotic mystique for which Ivagneth yearned seemed to hang around the colourful, statuesque face like a halo. Ivagneth had some distaste for any Southern ruler, but something about this Anyanka Durkhan made Ivagneth wish that she *Was* The woman, ruling over a balmy kingdom full of magic and foreign wonders. Father's controversial fascinations were beginning to make more sense.\n\nShe noticed the whites of two eyes studying her. Her gaze trailed over to meet Mikhail's look, and she let it hang like so for a long moment. She thought herself awfully bold; then again, she and Feineth had already made a fairly good rapport with Sir Heath. This was it for them. This was the turning point of their aristocratic lives.\n\nBut even as she let her eyes slip to examine the contour of his face, she felt nervous thoughts throbbing in her head. How did her face look in the light from this angle? Did she look sickly to him? Too pale? What did he think of her dress?\n\nWhatever had brought her to meet his gaze shattered inside. She found herself snapping her attention back to Anyanka with a suddenness that she prayed the Queen would not notice. Feineth made some strange, barely-audible sound between a titter and a sigh.\n\nSer Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nOutside the Dark Crimson Rose Lodge of Sorceresses, in the lonely hinterlands of Central Taemar\n\nWendel was sitting by the fire, staring into the flames. Occasionally, he'd look away when his eyes became unbearably dry, gazing up into the night sky. His face was long, pale, and absent.\n\nThe knight's mighty spear was laid out beside him. His hands hung limp in his lap."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola Godwin\nSomewhere in the Taemar bogs.\n\nThe night was cold and damp but Viola could not keep herself near fire the paladins had built before going off to hunt. With everything that had happened she had to keep herself busy. She had to silence the screams she had been forced to endure over the night.\n\nAmong the murk and dirt of the swamp around the camp she kneeled over the body of a witch and scribbled in a notebook of the encounter - noting each bloody thing that had happened and what she discovered as she rooted around the cabin and the bodies of those left over. \n\nWhen Viola was satisfied with what she had written she went back to firepit. It was still in the pitch black of night and the fire left over was dying down to a small flame surrounded by burning embers - the paladins though were no where to be seen. None but a young man she had seen in the thick of the fight earlier sat at the makeshift camp, staring absently into the flame.\n\nWhere were the islanders? So much for their protection.\n\n\"I don't imagine the paladins have half a mind of coming back, lad,\" Viola called over to the man. She wondered if this was the first time he had fought.\"Better to get going and be back at the castle for sunrise.\"\n\nShe felt as though she were back in Azarya, talking to a student who had been pushed to their power for the first time. Gentle, as though he were a deer and would run off with a sudden move."
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"message": "Wendel\nSomewhere in the bogs of Taemar\n\nAfter Viola finished speaking, Wendel looked up to meet her eyes. There was a distinct hollowness in his expression. He looked around himself for a moment, then made a grab for his spear. His hand fumbled however, thought the shaft should have been quite easy for him to grasp. Perhaps his eyes were half-blind from staring into the open flames.\n\nHe seized the weapon, and slowly rose to his feet with a weary sigh. \"Hog's breath ...\" He said, shivering as he drew up to full height. He placed his helmet squarely on his head, then stared at her for a moment. \"Where?\" He asked softly."
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"message": "Viola Godwin\nThe bogs of Taemar\n\nViola gave him time to collect himself, staring at her feet instead of the man in fear of him seeing her pitied glances. She'd known students to lash out at professors for such glances.\n\nWhen he spoke she glanced back up and fumbled through her pockets for her compass, happy to find that it still worked regardless of the water that had gotten onto it,\"Uhhh, that way.\" She said, pointing to the direction they came and turning to follow."
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"message": "Wendel\nThe bogs\n\nWendel stared off in the indicated direction for a moment, merely blinking. He looked around. \"Where are the others?\""
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"message": "Viola Godwin\nBogs bogs bogs\n\nViola stopped for a moment to look back at Wendel as he spoke,\"I think they went after that shifter girl.\" She said and continued on walking."
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"message": "Wendel\nNa portaigh\n\n\"The shifter?\"\n\nHe flinched suddenly, and turned his head to stare out into the dark. Swearing under his breath, he set off after her at an urgent plod away from the cabin. \"Great Hog, guide me away from this place,\" He whispered harshly, shaking his head."
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"message": "Viola Godwin\nNa portaigh í Taemar \n\n\"Yes.\" She confirmed, feeling her spirit shrink at the thought of the long trek back to the castle. \n\n\"I don't think I'm any hog.\" She joked, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth."
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"message": "Wendel\nNa portaigh **I d**Taemár 🙃 \n\nWendel didn't seem to catch the joke. He kept on walking for a moment, then slowed, and looked aside to her. \"Wait. Are you from up north? From the Drygrass Steppes?\""
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"message": "Viola Godwin\nFeeling personally victimised by Tom Tildrum in the bogs of taemar.\n\nViola very purposefully did not slow down, letting the dark conceal her more feminine features.\"A few miles away, yes. I take it you're from near there?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan and The Astorian Party\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar **\n\nIt was a simple enough request, and she was glad to know when directed to speak plainly he obliged. If he wanted a place in Astoria, she wasn't bothered by that. Personally asking it of a Queen was ballsy enough, and she gave a small nod, her gaze shifting to the Wrencrest girl who watched her with something between awe and discomfort. Was she frightened, or intrigued? And more importantly; what had caught her eye - the wound or her features. Probably the latter, based on the look she'd seen her give her son as well. \n\n\"You're welcome to travel to Astoria with us. You can try and win a position in court on the journey home.\" There was a beat and she gave a half smirk. \"And alternatively, if we find your company trying on the way back, I'll politely arrange transport to a city that would take kindly to another musician. I don't intend to make a stop in Ostrava, but the Prince has a newfound interest in the place and travels often, should you prefer to make that your home instead of Zahrada he could probably point you in the right direction of a host.\"\n\n-\nMikhail returned his attention to his mother at mention of his name, and gave a small nod. \"The Capell's would be honored, should you find yourself feeling out of place amongst our court.\" He agreed, and Anya gave a half nod. \"We're leaving by dawn, however. So whatever preparations you need to manage, you've got a little time to tie up lose ends before you meet us at the gates at sunrise.\" Her attention once more moved to the Wrencrest girl. \n\n\"And whatever business you have with the Prince, I suggest you make your impression lasting.\" Anya added, and Mikhail immediately tensed. There was a furious blush that threatened, and one that he was forever grateful took in his mothers Amorothian favor and colored the back of his neck before his cheeks. \n\n_\"I need a drink.\"_ He murmured, deciding to use the comment as an excuse to break formality. Looking to the girl, he held out his arm and cleared his throat. \"Accompany me, Lady Wrencrest.\" It wasn't said with a question, as he fully expected her to want an out from underneath the eyes of the Astorian and South Feyshorian Queen. -d-"
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"message": "Wendel\nBogs of Taemar\n\nWendel nodded. \"Oh. Sorry? Oh yes, I'm from the Steppes. Tintown, to be exact. It's in the lower part. My father's the sheriff. Well ... Yes, my father.\"\n\n\nKallophon Saz__a__l\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nKallophon was taken aback by the Queen's response. After all he'd endured the past two days, her openness was very welcome. *Openness, not acceptance,* He reminded himself; he would still have to prove his worth. But the journey would surely provide him ample opportunity to play and otherwise entertain, depending on the Queen's wishes. He felt that there was an adventure afoot, and it made him smile like a giddy young boy.\n\n'Capells', he heard the Crown Prince say. *Capell? As in Milena Capell?* He wondered if she and the Crown Prince knew each other well. Kallophon hoped that he would see his young friend again some day soon, but he knew that such joys would likely be out of reach for the time being; the necessities had to be taken care of first.\n\nHe could only half-stifle his broad grin of amusement when the Queen called Ivagneth out for the tension she was creating. This was going to be an amusing court, should he be lucky enough to join it. He saw Ivagneth off with a wink, then turned his attention back to the Queen. \"I wasn't expecting you to be so receptive, Your Majesty. Thank you, really. I'll be there tomorrow morning, as directed. By Saris, I hope you have a good evening.\" He gave her a bow, then turned to depart, lyre held close to his side.\n\nNormally, Kallophon would have pressed much further into the warm, tipsy haze of the night with whatever company he could find, but on this day he just wanted to get some rest for the next. Though happy, he still bore the weight of pain and many a brush with peril. Stepping into the petty room set aside for him, he laid his lyre down gently on the end of the bed, and prepared to change into his chemise ....\n\nIvagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nIvagneth felt her heart leap up her throat when the Queen addressed her directly. There was nothing merciful about the woman's remark either. Ivagneth just wanted to evaporate and drift away from the situation altogether, or to be stuck in her room in Wrencrest, staring at the overcast outside and bored almost to tears as she read the same book for the twelfth time in a week. *Anything* But this.\n\nThe Prince murmured something with a hint of exasperation, and she found herself leaning closer to hear. Suddenly, he was looking at her with those striking eyes of his. With no 'adult conversation' standing between them now, she found herself leaning back a little by reflex, but tried to mask it as her straightening her back to give him as level an eye as she could. \n\nShe gazed upon the arm he proffered to her. There was a back-and-forth to this that she wasn't entirely familiar with; she relied on her intuition, and linked her arm with his as he spoke to her. The questionless tone of his words might have rubbed her the wrong way coming from any other boy, but from him, she saw them as a sign of some unspoken understanding between them.\n\nShe watched the entertainer take his leave, and swore that she caught him throwing her a conspiratorial wink. She pursed her lips, then looked to Mikhail. \"Gladly, Your Highness. Thank you for being so kind to my friend.\" She didn't mean to, but she broke into a smile. Whether it was out of genuine gratitude or a sense of amusement at her calling the stranger 'friend', she wasn't sure. It was the last thing on her mind."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nMikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar**\n\nShe took his arm, though there was enough hesitation in the action that he could figure he had made her nervous despite that not being his intention. He'd intended to offer an escape from the eye of his mother, who always seemed to make note of people looking his way before he'd ever begun to think anyone would. It wasn't surprising, when he thought about it; both his parents were well looking people, and he'd seen the way people fell over their feet for both of them. But seeing your face every day made a person immune to it's overall charms. When he looked in the mirror he was well aware of the silver of his gaze and the depth of his eyes, but not necessarily anything that he would have guessed was handsome. \n\nMilena had called him handsome though, and she wasn't known to be a liar. \n\n\"Of course, his performance yesterday was enough to cause intrigue. I'm sure the journey back home will be interesting.\" He gave a small smile, glancing to the girl who took his arm as he lead her through the crowd. He had no real destination in mind, just away from the Astorians and the door - he didn't care much for having his back to the entrance of any room, let alone in a strangers keep. \n\n\"Enlighten me, Lady Wrencrest.\" He started, pausing to summon one of the servers. \"Who are you here with?\" As he asked the question, he was presented with two goblets filled to the brim with blood wine. He took them both, his brow furrowing at how the overfilled cups sent legs of warmed wine down his fingers as he lifted them from the platter. A droplet ran down the side of his hand, lingering at his wrist before finally falling onto the not-so-clean tiles of the room. -D-"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nRemainings of the lodge, Taemar bogs.\n\nShe had been barely able to even breathe as the paladins interrogated her, and as they set off her vision went black once again.\n\nHer whole body felt like it was on the edge of collapsing. *\"That old woman was right...\"* She thought to herself *\"Never again.\"*\n\nHer every breath hurt as if all her ribs had broken, a throb drummed in her head as if someone had been hitting her repeatedly with a tree.\n\nShe didn't know if it had been minutes, hours, days or weeks when she opened her eyes again. The scent of blood and bog water invaded her nostrils as she slowly regained her senses. She was tied to a tree, with the rope tightly wrapped at the height of her ribs. The sorceress could not feel the ground under her feet, but she was placed in the perfect position to see the battlefield and the remains of the lodge.\n\n*\"OH of course you couldn't just hang me, you sadistic abomination.\"* She thought, cursing the paladin she had crossed *\"You left me here to starve, while facing my fallen sisters, you sick fuck. Smart move.\"* If it wasn't for the pain it caused, she would have snorted a laugh.\n\nSlow and steady, she tried to free herself from the rope, but it was futile. Maybe that was it, that was the end of the road. What a pathetic ending...\n\nCrows started to appear shortly after, making use of the remains scattered over the bogs. *\"Maybe if I'm lucky the crows will eat me first.\"*\n\nOne big black bird made it's way away from the flock, flying to the trapped woman and landing on her shoulder.\n\n\"You came back...\" Her voice was hoarse and weak, her head hanging low as she kept her gaze on the floor \"I certainly prefer that it's you who has a feast with what's left of me, old friend.\" She said to the raven, who started pecking at something.\n\nIt wasn't until she heard the snap of the ropes releasing her that she realized what the animal was doing. Her body hit the muddy floor like an abandoned rag doll, and it was with great effort that she rolled to lay on her back.\n\nA weak chuckle scaped her, which turned into a cough. With great difficulty, she rose her hand and petted the feathery head of the animal, which stood now by her side.\n\n\"Good girl.\"\n\nCovered in mud and dry blood, she slowly rose to her feet and dragged herself to what was left of the cottage. Two voices reached her ears, two people in the distance that were leaving the place. One of the voices sounded familiar, but Belladonna couldn't quite place it.\n\nWith slow and not so steady steps, she collected everything that could still be of use, put it in a sack she found nearby, and left the place. It was pointless to stay and mourn the ruins. She had to move on, fast, specially in the state she was in.\n\nEvery move felt like knives piercing the skin, but bit by bit she made her way through the bogs. She fell more times than she cares to admit though. She hoped no one would cross paths with her in the immediate future, as her magic was unitilized until the gods know when. It was a miracle that she was still alive after the abuse of magic she performed.\n\nShe froze in her place as she heard the hooves of a horse approaching. \"Anyone but those bastards again...\" She muttered.\n\nThe horse ran into the battlefield and wandered around, checking the multiple corpses as it desperately whined.\n\nBelladonna's visión was still quite blurry, but she could recognize that horse even blind.\n\nShe didn't know if the voices from before were far enough, but she came out of the shield of the trees to walk as fast as she could to the stray horse. She called it with a loud whistle, and the horse ran to her side.\n\n\"Swamp, you have no idea of how glad I am that you're alive.\" She greeted the horse, letting her forehead lay against the animal's neck as she pet it.\n\nThe horse got to it's knees and Bella mounted it, groans of pain coming out of her. She held onto the reins for dear life. \n\n\"Let's go.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nCastle Grunewald, Vallen earlier in the day\n\nSetting the pheasant quill back into the ink, Serafina folded the note and sealed it with wax as her mind replayed the conversation on the stairs prior to the council. The bard had seemed... Less than enthusiastic about following her suggestion, stunned, even, by her revelations. Not surprising, really, as the Queen hid most of her indiscretions from public eye. Except those that would garner support, of course. Serafina let her thoughts move unregulated as she made the journey to the bards chamber and slid the paper underneath. \n\n```Kallophon, \n\nThank you for the lively accompaniment you and Admiral Elborada provided after the wedding. I apologize for my absence and delay in meeting, but I had business to attend to. You suggested continuing the conversation after our initial greeting and I am happy to oblige. I will be in the chapel of Castle Grunewald for evening prayers if you would care to join me. \n\nBest wishes for your path and travels,\nSerafina```"
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Saz__a__l\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAfter pulling his linen shirt down over his head, Kallophon saw a little paper inside the doorway. He eyed it cautiously for a moment, trying to recall if it had been there when he came in. Moving briskly to the door, he opened it and peered down both ends of the hallway. No one.\n\n\"Shit,\" He whispered in frustration. Kallophon shut the door and stooped down to pick up the paper, unfolding it and pouring over the message from Serafina. \"Ha. Funny joke, Wisdom. I'll have none of this.\"\n\nHe crumpled the letter into a ball and raised it, only to realise he had no open fire in his room. Swearing again, he found himself contemplating the balled-up letter once more, and restored it to give it a second read. While he now had even less inclination than before to get involved with the plot, he felt an irresistible tug to this matter in how rich it was intrigue both political and interpersonal. Something great, perhaps terrifying, was about to transpire back home, and he wouldn't be there to see it first-hand. Maybe this would be the only the chance to satiate his curiosity.\n\n—\n\nKallophon had changed into a long, dark-blue tunic thrown over his chemise, with soft shoes. He looked barely himself, save for the characteristic keenness in his dark eyes as he walked up to the chapel. Stepping inside, he rested an elbow against the door. \"You caught me donning my linens, Wisdom. Just as well I've kept aloof of deep drinking tonight, or else I mightn't have noticed the paper.\" He feared that what he was about to hear from her would send him straight back to his cups.\n\nIvagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nIvagneth found a little titter rising out of her at the way he spoke. 'Enlighten me,' he said. She didn't mean to mock him; it was just the novelty that amused her. Her slightly furtive smirk widened into a grin when she saw the wine arrive. The trouble that Mikhail had with the overflowing cups might have made him a bit nervous, she thought, but it only made her more comfortable.\n\nWith a slight nod of gratitude, Ivagneth took the goblet with a delicate hand. She unlinked her arm to free up the other one, reaching into the neck of her dress to produce a handkerchief from a concealed pocket. \"Thank you, Your Highness. And here,\" She said. \"I'm not sure if women are meant to carry these so, but mother always makes sure that we do.\" She took a sip of her drink, sighing softly through her nose as the Taemarian wine further relaxed her nerves. \"To answer your question, I'm here with my family. My father is Lord Bennard. He's the one who read out that report at the Council meeting.\""
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"message": "Viola Godwin\n\n\n\"Tintown? I think I visited there when I was little with my father, can't say I've been back.\" She said, eyes occasionally darting over the young man and then away."
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"message": "**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar**\n\nHe was more annoyed by the wine than bothered, but he had every intention of ignoring it when she took the drink. A brief 'thank you' earned her a nod as he lifted his own goblet to his lips, taking a deep drink to bring its contents to a reasonable level. As he did so, she produced the handkerchief, and he gave a warm smile. His hand reached out to accept it, \"Thank you, my lady.\" It was appreciated, and he used the offering to wipe away the reside from the overflowing wine. So far, his experience with Taemar was pretty much this: dampy and sticky, and be was more than ready to return home. When she answered his question as to who she was here with, recognition flashed in his eyes, lighting up his features. \n\n\"I see. From his report, I'm sure he's got a thousand thoughts on how the council played out.\" He took a sip from his glass again, letting it settle over his tongue. Back home, they had been working through a crate of Terresolian wine, and he missed it. \n\n\"Perhaps there's a cultural lapse, I don't know much about the Iron Planes and Northern culture,\" There was a pause, and he felt his head cock to the side without having consciously done it. \"That's where your family is from, correct? I feel as if I read that in a report somewhere, but I've never personally traveled northward.\" Not necessarily true, but she didn't need to know he'd been to the Witherlands as a corpse. He felt that familiar head in the nape of his neck, and he was aware he was talking more than he normally did. It had been easy with Lady Capell, why did the Northern girl set him off kilter? He'd felt nervous this whole trip, and once more he was grateful that if he managed to ruin this interaction he would be gone from the bogs by dawn. Regardless he pressed on. \"But in Amoroth and the South, you're supposed to know a lady's full name before asking her to dance.\""
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"message": "Ivagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n*'Before asking her to a dance.'* Ivagneth tilted her head and simpered at him, one of her silky blonde locks falling in front of her eye. She thought he was being awfully savvy. It was the sort of manner that Uncle Lackner must have had before the war did what it did to him.\n\n\"I'd love a dance,\" She said, then took a long sip of wine before adding, \"Curious as I am to see how you Southern boys move.\" She gazed at his arm for a moment, tapping a slender finger against the side of the cup. \"So, if you need my name, it's Ivagneth Wrencrest. My father's the lord of a city and much of the land around it. My *Mother's* Family rule the whole heart of the kingdom, so we don't have much by comparison\n\n\"I do love our land, though. The river's a beautiful sight when the sky's clear and the frost is gone. There's an old hill where Father's council meets, and if you look from on top, you can see Wrencrest land running for miles and miles. Father struggles fiercely with the pine trees. He goes for 'variation'—if there's a crop that can survive the North but doesn't grow there by nature, he's at least *Tried* To grow a plantation. They say he should treat it more like an important resource that needs maintaining than a grand piece of art. I agree with some things that they say about Father, but this effort of his does give way to some pretty fruit. We even have a vineyard.\" She shrugged. \"Only a small one, though.\"\n\nShe furrowed her brow and softened her voice. \"Sorry, I'm talking too much about myself. I don't think I've ever spoken to anyone who wouldn't know have these things already.\" Smiling, she gently brushed the loose lock of hair back behind her ear. \"I'm sure that everything we have pales in comparison to you.\" A little snort came out of her, and she pointed to her face. \"And I do mean everything!\"\n\nWendel\n\n\n\"Oh. Where are you from, then? One of the nice places?\" He looked down at the dark, wet earth that he fed to his squelching boots. \"Tintown's one of the nice places. I've seen the, um ... The worse-off villages.\" He pursed his lips."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Drygrass Steppes.\n\nThey were all tired. Czerich had insisted to go trough the lush forests of north as quickly as possible. Even once they reached the drygrass steppes, he insisted to put as much distance between them and Azarya.\n\nWhen Lias had asked the reason behind it, all that Czerich answered was: \"Here be hides.\"\n\nThankfully, the strange machineries that Lias had attached to the carriage meant that the horses could be pushed to their limit for longer than might've normally been expected.\n\nEncamping in the middle of the steppes wasn't ideal, but the group turned out be lucky enough to not get raided. \nIt was autumn. No black banners flew over the villages. But the threat of bandits remained ever present.\n\nThey ate their meals at dawn, and continued the journey with haste. The region was dangerous, and there was no time to lose. But there was a lot of time to kill.\n\nCzerich soon discovered that this second day of travel would be just as boring as the first one. He spent the better part of an hour sitting on the back of the carriage next to the kid, while Lias held the reins.\nEventually, he broke the silence with a question. A question that was directed at both Giallo and Lei, as well as himself.\n\n\"If you had the chance to know anything, what would it be?\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nDrygrass Steppes\n\nYoung Giallo considered this question for a few moments, looking casually about as he mulled it over. He'd then answer Czerich, softly saying, \"I want to know what everyone is thinking. Making choices would be easier then.\"\nGiallo had been in high spirits ever since he'd had the chance to ride in the carriage, but he'd become withdrawn and observant once they'd begun traversing the steppe. He seemed to be uncomfortable in these new surroundings. \nHe'd mentioned that he was a sneakthief orphan from Iron Gate, so until recently he'd probably been used to having the shade of buildings and walls for cover. Indeed, Giallo felt vulnerable without a convenient alley or treeline around."
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"message": "Lei Linas\nDrygrass Steppes\n\nLei looked over his shoulder from the front seat to peer into the door window frame that led into the carriage. He could easily see the two other gentlemen seated comfortably inside. That question was an easy answer for Lei although he was surprised by Giallo's reply. That was far from what he would expect a child to say. He reminded himself to stop thinking of him as just a naive boy as it was clearly not the case. \n\n\"I want to know how to make an efficient flying machine. That would make travelling so much easier.\" He looked forward again as he allowed the horses to follow the trail."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\nDrygrass Steppes\n\n\"It is said in Azarya that the Melsh is a land of superstition and chickanery. But it is also filled with other things.\n\nOld things. Things older than Azarya, older than the shifters, older than mankind. Faeries, spirits of the marshes, and many more.\n\nI believe that all myths contain a grain of truth, and that therefore, an abundance of myths in a region is the sign of a great truth waiting to be discovered. At least if one manages to navigate the lies, that is.\"\n\nCzerich paused.\n\n\"What will you be looking for once we get there?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nChapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nAs the sound of the bards voice bounced off the walls, Serafina smiled and let her eyes open slowly to the unfortunate display of a pig in front of her. The Wisdom would never publicly disrespect a religion, but in her eyes, the Hog God faith was the largest farce across Marin. She didn't consider it a true religion - one might call it the Shitblood equivalent. Serafina stood, the dark green silk hugging her body on top before flowing to the floor gracefully, as she turned to look at the bard. \n\n\"Is excessive drinking a hobby of yours? For inspiration sake?\""
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nDrygrass Steppes\n\nGiallo's brief answer to Czerich was, \"My fortune, sir.\"\nIn his head however he started to ponder what he'd do once he had wealth. He'd climb on things with impunity, get a warm bed in a home that never grew cold in the winter, he'd eat whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted...\n\nAnd despite these very rational desires, he also realized he'd become bored rather fast with such a life. He stared out at the horizon and wondered what kind of a life he would truly enjoy."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, drygrass steppes\n\n'My fortune', what a poetic way to dodge the question. The kid was clever, maybe too clever for his own good.\nYes, there was a fortune to seek in the Melsh. Czerich was heading there for the same reason. But he had an agenda. A trail to follow. A trail that would no doubt be made out of rumors.\n\nAnd he didn't need to get to the Melsh to start gathering info. A good lead could come from anywhere. Especially from a kid like Giallo.\n\n\"Say kid, do you know any horror stories?\""
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nDrygrass Steppes\n\nThe lad folded his arms, frowning ever so slightly.\n\"I never learned to read, and nobody's ever told me any tales before.\""
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, drygrass steppes\n\n\"It is a terrible thing not knowing how to read.\"\n\nThe answer had caught him by surprise. Most of the Azaryan population was litterate, and he had taken for granted it would be the same.\n\n\"You know, I used to tutor my siblings, albeit in other things. The point is, I have a lot of patience, and we have a lot of time.\"\n\nHe pulled a paper and a quill from his pouch.\n\n\"I can teach you if you want. No one can learn in a day, but even the smallest step will prove to be useful. Here take this.\"\n\nHe handled Giallo the quill and the paper, then pulled out a tiny bottle of ink.\n\n\"Can you write your name?\""
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nDrygrass Steppes\n\nHe accepted the implements, examining the quill as if he'd never held one before. He'd then clench it in his fist like a knife as he shook his head 'no' in response to the question. He didn't even know how to hold it."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"Easy.\"\n\nCzerich guided the boy's hand.\n\n\"Pin it down. Three fingers. What you need is not strength, but precision.\"\n\nHe held the quill in his hand to show Giallo how it was done.\n\n\"A teacher of mine once said that names are powerful things. That they're who we are in truest sense of the word. Learn to write your name Giallo Strazziore, but more importantly, don't ever let yourself forget it.\nThis is a universal truth, it's not Kiervan Czerich telling you this.\"\n\nAnd so, under the cold sun of the steppes, the three men and their carriage kept moving forward. It would be a while until they reached, the swamps. But they were men of fortune, and they had come to the bogs to make it.\n\n_\n_\n_\n_\n_\n_\n[TIMESKIP —BOGS OF TAEMAR]"
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"message": "Charity Lane\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nCharity was no stranger to political marriages, having been in one herself. She'd attended the ceremony moreso because she felt she had to rather than actually having any sort of stake in it. Throughout the wedding she focused less and less on the events happening before her, lest she be reminded of her time married to Vronti Kelwynd, the 'Fishfucker' as some have accurately called him. Charity didn't remain at the festivities long, but it was in the halls that she found another leaving as well.\n\nThe South Feyshore Queen also apparently didn't want to stick around and it made Charity worry if it was her injuries getting worse because Anya kept making appearances despite it. Approaching the Grand Duchess, she started talking, \"We haven't seen much of each other this entire council, but now since everything seems to be settled, we've got several months of catching up to do.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nShe had only just left the ballroom when Angelica tapped her shoulder. \"I'm going to go find my husband, make he's finished with preparations for the trip home tomorrow.\" \n\nAnya gave a nod, waving her chancellor off and heading up to her own room. Before she got to her assigned room though, a familiar voice spoke behind her. Turning, she smiled to the Terresolian queen. \"Charity.\" Her voice sounded full of relief, and she felt her shoulders drop as the tension left a bit. \n\n\"It's good to see you. This council had been a shitshow.\" She breathed. \"Your room or mine?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Viola Godwin\nThe bogs apparently named after the lizard from Monsters inc\n\nThe dark of the Taemar bogs made Viola feel weary. The whining of the cool wind droned into the soft cries of a *Bean-nidhe* And the darkness made her unfairly unaware of where she was stepping, making a pit form at the bottom of her stomach.\n\n\"Nice enough, we were mostly by ourselves - bar a few neighbouring houses.\" She told him, mostly hoping he wouldn't recognise her from anywhere.\"I don't think I learned your name, apologies.\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\n\"A shitshow would have been better than this.\" She shudders thinking of the events like the horror hog. \"Your room is probably closer, better for you,\" She gestures to the injury, \"And likely doesn't have a Wisdom in it. All winning characteristics, honestly. But first I'd need to go back to my room to tell said Wisdom about our departure plans. Head over to your room and I'll be there soon after.\"\n\nCharity may or may not have went in the same direction as Anya's room since who knows the floor plan of this castle. Before leaving she did have concerns about leaving Anya to walk alone, but her chancellor did it first, so she reasoned the Feyorian Queen would be fine."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nBogs of Taemar\n\nLei was enjoying the view as he guided the horses down the path and he couldnt help but overhear the conversation the other two were having in the carriage. The kind offer of Czerich was more than enough to put a gentle smile on the inventors face. He was glad that everyone was getting along well. \n\nWhile the two were occupied for the next few hours Lei announced that they had arrived in a new destination."
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nBogs of Taemar\n\nAt that announcement Giallo clambered out onto the front of the carriage to ride shotgun, staring out at the swampy gloom ahead. He seemed slightly concerned.\n\"Mister Lei, is this place safe? I have never seen a bog before.\""
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh\n\nCezrich leapt from the carriage and gazed upon the landscape. It was a gloomy sight: a mix of drygrass, fog, dead trees and shallow waters. Some frogs could be heard in the distance, anouncing the swamp to all visitors with their sond of their croaks.\n\n\"The bogs of Taemar are not a safe place. Aside from Schweingott Moore, most of the area is lawless. And the ground is treacherous. Undererestimating the swamps is a fast route to the grave.\""
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"message": "Linas eyed his map while he cautiously looked around the area they treaded through. He worried that they would run into some unfriendly individuals along the stone path while they headed towards the next destination. \n\n\"Thats comforting to hear...\" Lei spoke softly and sighed softly in worry. \"At least were not too far away from our destination.\" Lei smiled and looked forward as he kept his spirits up. It was a good thing that the path was present for them to follow, this made it less likely for them to get stuck in all the muck of the swamps."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh.\n\nThe young scholar marched forwards, proudly leading the way. But before had he had taken a score of steps, the ground under him collapsed, sinking one of his feet deep into the mud.\n\n\"Blood of the god-king! What in the world is this?\"―The dirty water had soked the lower part of his Azaryan tunic―\"Is it mud? Is it shit? It stinks!\"\n\nHe soaked his tunic, by twisting it dry, and kept going forwards.\nIt wasn't long until a wild hog came out of nowhere, chasing a rat that ran under Kiervan's legs. The hog kept running in a straight line, lifting young man in the air and sending him face first into the stagnant waters.\n\nAll Linas and Giallo could hear in the distance was a distant cry of rage."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nThe Melsh\n\n\nLinas was whistling a tune as he was busy feeding the horses some treats after their long travel. They had rested some time ago before they reached the bogs so they were quite energetic. Once of the young horses even nudged Lei's chest playfully, causing the man to laugh and give the steed some pets on their neck. \n\nThe cry in the distance caused Lei to look around with wide eyes that easily expressed his mix of curiosity and surprise. He knew that was the mage's voice but he didn't feel all too worried since he didn't sound like he was in serious trouble.\n\n\"Um... Maybe he just fell in a puddle?\" Lei winced unsurely towards Giallo before looking back towards the source of the cry. \"I'm going to go check on him.\" Lei glanced over to the younger male before walking towards where he believe Kiervan went.\n\nHis boots sloshed around in the water as he approached, being quite noisy with every squish and squelch his movements made in the thick grime pools of mud and gunk. He did his best to bare the smell but it was very difficult for him not to groan or hold his breath thanks to the disgusting smell of the swamps. Why in the world were they here again?...."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar\n\nStumbling back on his feet, Czerich let the dirty water drip from his head. He could hear Linas walking towards him. Linas... Those harnesses of his had proven useful for the horses.\n\n\"We can't travel by land, we're going to need a raft. Linas, do you think your sledge will run through this swamp?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "\"Oh my goodness...\" Lei spoke softly in quiet bewilderment when he saw the muck covered man. \n\n\"Uh...\" Linas leaned a tad to the right to see past Czerich and clearly found the trail he left behind. The water and mud slowly started oozing its way together close begind him to cover the disturbance he left in the life giving sludge of the forest. \n\n\"No...\" Lei spoke softly with a slight wince when he looked back at the mage, straightening his posture once more. The inventor placed his hands on his hips and hummed softly, looking back at the carriage. \"We could just find another way around. There's some solid ground not too far away.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar\n\n\"Let's detach the horses then. You and I can take one each, and the kid can go on my mule.\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nThe Melsh of Taemar\n\nGiallo thought it odd to abandon the pricey carriage but supposed it wasn't really his concern, so long as they get somewhere. He'd hop down and hike up his duds so the pantlegs wouldn't get soaked if he took a wrong step."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar.\n\nThe group kept advancing with a slow but steady pace. Many accidents kept happening on the way, with both Czerich and Linas sinking knee-deep on several occasions.\nOnly Giallo and Pyotr were unnafected by the treacherous terrain. They were either too light, too sharp, or both.\n\nAfter the sixth or so time he fell, Czerich gave up on cleaning his robe. All he was looking forward now was reaching Schweingott Moore.\n\nBut the settlement was nowhere in sight. The group kept roaming across the tall grass and shallow waters. The deoressing scenery consisted of nothing but dense fog, dry grass, dead trees, and the occasional carrion bird circling over their heads. At times, some mudhuts could be seen in the distance, but they offered no point of refference. To Czerich, al Melsi homes looked the same."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "With all their necessary supplies secured to the horses and the carriage locked in its place Lei followed along on his own horse as he tailed behind the group to keep watch behind them. \n\nHe managed to keep the mud off his face somehow but his clothing was pretty much soaked up to his hips. \n\nLei had tied a scarf around his beck and lower face to help mask the foul smell but it did little to actually rid of the stench. It did however keep any flying bits of mud from getting to his mouth.\n\nHe helped Czerich up as often as he could, continuing to gently encourage him that they had to be nearly there."
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nThe Melsh of Taemar\n\nIt was an unpleasant trek for Giallo, he hated how the mud squished in his shoes, and at times threatened to suck them off his feet. It didn't take him long to swear inwardly that he'd never go into another bog again if he could help it."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, bogs of Taemar\n\nAand so, they walked on and an on, dragging their feet trough the foetid swamps, until they became tired and hungry. The scenery had not changed, but the ligthning had: they were wandering in circles.\nIt was with a heavy hesrt that Czerich had to admit:\n\n\"We're lost.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nThe Melosh of Taemar \n\nLei sighed heavily and sat down on a nearby rock. \n\n\"Im exhausted.\" He wheezed and looked over at the horses who were almost as tired as he was. Lei was an athletic man and was known to have quite the stamina while participating in friendly competitions but even he was left deflated after pushing through the muck all day. The heavy weight of mud was stil weighing his tired legs down even as he was sitting down. He really just wanted to get some rest and hopefully a nice bath."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar.\n\n\"We should set up camp. I don't want to get lost in the dark. Perhaps the fog will be gone by torrow.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nThe Melosh of Taemar \n\n\n\"Yeah... Thats the best idea ive heard all day.. I'm about to pass out.\" Lei sighed out then groaned as he pushed himself back on his feet. At least they managed to find some solid ground... But still no clean water. This was bad news to them but the horses didn't seem to mind too much. They seemed to be helping themselves to the reeds, lily pads, and other forms of mossy vegetation growing around the area."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar.\n\nThey began to set up camp. Czerich couldn't help but feel annoyed: they were lost. Lost in the bogs, where they had been supposed go reach Schweingott Moore in less than a day.\n\nHe had read about travellers getting lost in the mist, only to show up dead the next morning in the outskirts of Schweingott Moore, but he had always attributed those demises to the stupidity of the Taemish. He thought himself too intelligent for the natural dangers of some backwater swamp, thinking his compass and astrolabe would easily get him out of the situation, and now he was paying the price for his hubris\n\n\"I'm going to look for wood,\" He told his companions.\n\nHe needed some time alone.\n\nKiervan had gotten them into this mess, and now wondered what they thought of him.\n\nProbably that he was a fool. An arrogant academic who thought books couldn't prepare him for the real world. They were probably not wrong.\n\nStrapping _lantern_ to his waist, he made his way to the nearest dead trees. Then he felt something on his pouch. It was a silver mask. Right. He'd forgotten to pack it right before leaving Azarya. Should he put them with the rest now? Nah, no point on turning back just for that.\n\n\"Come on Pyotr. Let's chop some trees.\"\n\nThe tiny black cat followed him. They remained within sight of the encampement, but soon they discovered the dead trees were unusable. The dank waters of the Melsh had made the moist, and rotten inside. Hardly good stuff for a fire.\n\n\"We need to go further. You stay here. _I need a checkpoint,_\" He told to the cat. \"Don't get eaten.\"\n\nIn the distant dusk, he could hear the sound of animals. Crows, frogs, pigs. Curse the pigs."
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nMarsh of Taemar\n\nJust like any young lad, Giallo had an excess of energy and thus started expending it while the grown ups were tired. He removed a thin metal cord from within his black garb and threw a loop over the tall bough of a willow tree.\n\nHe passed the other end of the cord through the loop and then began a kind of improvised rope climbing, where he'd pull himself to the top and then lower himself back down with only his arms. He'd be repeating this dozens of times."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich & Pyotr the cat, the Melosh.\n\n\"Meow\"\n\nThe cat watched the kid climb the tree over and over. He could only see it when he got close to the top. Czerich had moved too far away from the camp.\n\n\"Finally.\"\n\nHis master had finally found what he was looking for: a dry log. He pulled _Lantern_ out of it's sheath, and began to chop at it.\n\nIt was an exquisite blade: crafted to a perfect balance, and unkown to Linas. The blacksmith had done his job well.\n\nThe rythmic sound of the strikes did nothing to distract the cat, who still had his sight set on the encampment."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nThe Melosh of Taemar.\n\nLei looked over at the mage when he announced his departure to search for some wood and Lei smiled. \n\"Okay, Be careful.\" He waved him off shortly before returning to preparing the fireplace for the logs of wood. At this point he was able to discard his soiled coat into a bag and wash his hands clean so he could properly prepare their meal for tonight. To make sure his hands were properly sanitized and washed he waited for Giallo to look away. Once he and Pyotr were busy by a nearby willow tree the inventor ignited his hands and forearms with golden fire to get any bacteria or remaining filth off of him. After a few seconds the fire died down and he proceeded with handling the food and vegetables he had packed."
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nMarsh of Taemar\n\nAfter some time Giallo had tired himself out, his arms burning, and the smell of cooking food reminded him that he hadn't eaten much lately to boot. He slipped back into camp to see what smelled so good."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nThe Melosh of Taemar\n\nHearing someone approach, Lei turned his head to look over his shoulder. Seeing Giallo approach he smiled at him. He was busy preparing the vegetables and spices while he waited for Czerich to return with some fire wood. He was a little worried that there might not be any dry logs around to burn since that would mean he would have to use his fire to ignite it properly. Some flint and steel wouldn't be strong enough to get soaked lumber to burn. \n\n\"Hey there, how are you holding up?\" Lei asked with a curious smile towards the young male, happy to see he was still full of energy."
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"message": "A random Fern Hopper\nThe Melosh\n\nThe creature was hungry. It's enormous size meant it could no longer be sated by aything exept the biggest of prey. And the Melosh was a region where food was precious.\n\nPigs, pigs, pigs... It needed a pig. Nothing else would fill it's stomach.\nThen suddenly...\n\nThuc... Thuc... Thuc...\n\nThere was a rythmic sound in the distance. The creature moved all six of it's legs and made haste towards the noise.\n\nIt wasn't a pig, but a human. A human chopping at a fallen log.\n\n Too big. Unless... \nThe creature had grown to prodigious size over the long years. It could now gobble a Melsi, even if it had never attempted it.\n\nHunger.\n\nFrom the depths of his mind, the creature remembered the first time it was forced to switch prey. Birds were no longer enough, so it had to start eating pigs.\n\nToday could be a new beginning. Approaching unseen with the help of it's dorsal camo, the Fern Hopper readied it's tongue...\n\nKiervan Czerich, the Melsh of Taemar\n\nHe didn't see it coming. The Fern Hopper's tongue hit him right in the back, pulling him into the water before he had the time to react.\n\nIt was cold. And a big creature was dragging him underwater with brutal force.\nAn alligator? Kiervan knew they killed their prey by drowning them. He was the prey.\n\nHe fought to release himself from the tongue's grasp, but in vain. The thing was too strong. It kept dragging him under the water at full speed, ever to deeper ponds.\n\nHe pushed towards the surface, and manage to grasp for air before being pulled down again. No chance to shout for help.\n\n_Lantern!_ He reached for his blade... But it wasn't there.\nHe was going to die. In the bogs of Taemar. Alone and forgotten, never getting to know what secrets the world harboured of a distant pass. He had no weapon, nothing he could use to defend itself, because he had been foolish enough to use it as a tool for chopping wood.\n\nA TOOL! He pulled out the astrolabe from his pouch, and smached the pointy edge into the Fern Hopper's tongue.\nIt didn't let go, so Kiervan ripped the hopper's tongue flesh by pulling the astrolabe towards him.\nThe monster released him.\n\nKiervan desperately made for the surface.\n\n_\n_\nHe was welcomed by a breath of foetid air, but to Kiervan, no smell could've ever been so pleasant. Air! Air! Air! He lived!\n\nHe swimmed towards the nearest bank, and fell face flat over the swapmweeds.\n\n\"Meow!\" Pyotr the cat licked his ear. He looked exhaused, though not as much as it's master. He had ran all behind Kiervan while he was being dragged by the Fern Hopper.\nHe had followed him... Now Kiervan had no way to go back to the camp.\n\n\"Oh crap. I told you to stay with them.\"\n\nAnd upon saying this, he fell unconcious on the ground."
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"message": "Bryan Verandus, the Wandering Knight of the Middlelands.\n\nThe noises of a horse galloping could be heard from a distance. The footstep of it became more louder and so as it made its approaches. \" Tchya! \" A voice of a man could be heard as he whipped the reins of his horse with vigor. He wears silver armor plate with floral patterns over his black and dark blue overall as well as wearing a cape. The weather was usual at here as always. The environment was filled with great forests and plains. He had came across this place several times for a few years by now. Knowing his way how to navigate across the lands due to it, he kept on following his path. He encountered some insular communities of scattered huts across the lands of this region.\n\n Following along his path, he caught of a glimpse of a object. A figure or sort nearby a river. Curiously, he went off his course and had his attention on the river nearby. Taking the horse with him, he soon arrived and quickly realized what had happen. Someone was laying on the ground, uncousiouns.\n\nQuickly, he brought up the reins of his horse as as a means to stop. His horse snorts as its movement was halt. And that, he quickly get off the saddle and approaches the man. He brought himself to his knees to check the man conditions as observant as possible.\n\n*No wounds,* He thought. *And, still breathing.* After checking the pulse of him at his neck. Bryan gently gave the mystery uncousiouns man some slap but not that painful at all to see if he could wake him up or not."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Ptyor the Cat, the Melsh of Taemar.\n\n\"Meow.\"\n\nThe small creature had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he hated to see his master getting slapped. On the the other, master was almost dead.\n\n_++ PYOTR , KNIGHT , HELP ++_\n\nThe neural commands that struck his head were unusually weak, but they struck nevertheless. Master was alive.\n\n_++ PYOTR, HIDE , PURSE ++_\n\nHe instinctively unddrstood his half-concious master's concern. He ran towards him and locked the pouch. The compass, potions, and silver mask were still inside. The astrolabe however, was nowhere to be found.\n\nHe then turned towards the knight in shining armor, and standing over the limp body of his master, he began to wave his tail like a dog.\n× Dog, Tail, Attention ×\nImitating a dog to make a human comfortable. It was a usual command to which Pyotr was used to, and therfore didn't need master's help to perform."
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"message": "Bryan Verandus, the Wandering Knight of the middlelands.\n\nSeeing there was no sign of him being still conscious, Bryan decided to continue check around his body incase if there's were a wound he had missed. But then, he was interrupted and startled as he heard something familiar that he didn't expect that couldn't has happen.\n\nHe turned, and saw a cat nearby. *A cat?* He thought to himself. *Why is a cat doing at here?* He stood and get back on his knees, looking at the cat for a moment.\n\nThe cat began to move, and eventually made its way to the mystery unconscious man body as it stood on its chest. \n\nQuickly realizing what was going on, the Knight brought back to his knees once more to get himself ready. \"So, you're the pet of this person ehy? \" He spoke, giving a nod to the cat. \" Don't worry, I'm here to help.\" He grinned beneath his helmet. \n\nWith that being said, he grabbed the cat first as he put it off on the ground before carrying the unconscious man by using his shoulder. Carrying the man, he then gave a look at the cat before him. \" Did you has a camp around here or sort? \" He pointed out. There's gotta be one."
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"message": "Pyotr the cat, the Melosh\n\nThe camp. Of course! He had to get master back to the carriage. The blacksmith and the boy were there.\n\n\"Meow,\" He said.\n\nAlas, his explanation didn't got trough Sir Bryan."
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"message": "\" You do or do not? \" Confused, Bryan eventually shook his head about it afterwards. Considering what he could do at the moment, Bryan deeply think about it. *Could take him to Schweingott Moore...* He thought to himself. Concerned about the man's condition, He figured there was not much of a choice he could do about it.\n\n\" Well, then.\" He said as he shrugged for a moment before he begins taking off his plated armor around him. In order to give some space for the two of the men on the horse, and probably the cat as well. He started off taking his chest-plated armor first before along the others as well. As he took it off, he did wore chain mails around him just incase since he was used to fighting in light armor for mobility and maneuverability. \n\nHis horse had leather saddles beg around it, allowing him to carry the stuff he needs for his travelling. Putting the armor along the others in the beg afterwards, Bryan then carried the unconscious man as he sling him over on the saddle. Placing him at there.\n\nAfter that, he then later approaches the cat as he brought himself to his knees once more. \" If you know what I'm saying, I'm gonna bring him to a city nearby as fast as I could.\" He said, making some sign languages he could think of for the cat. \" You don't mind me carrying you ehy? \" He asked."
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nMarsh of Taemar\n\n\"I'm hungry Mister Lei.\"\nGiallo glanced about, not seeing Czerich anywhere. He'd been chopping wood not that far off, maybe he was bringing it back now. The lad wandered over to where he could see in the direction that Czerich had gone; he was nowhere in sight.\n\nGiallo's eyes slowly widened further as he realized that he'd let the man he was supposed to guard leave his sight and protection. He didn't say a word to Lei, nor did he shout for Czerich. He didn't want to do anything that'd compromise his own element of surprise, so he simply ran off, leaving Lei there alone and baffled.\n\nHe took off through the marsh in the direction he'd last seen Czerich, moving low and fast, darting from tree to tree. His arms were tired from his excersizes but he supposed that if worst came to worst he'd still have to try somehow.\n\nEventually Giallo came across Lantern, minus its owner. He poked around with the sword, no sinkholes. It had to be an abduction.\nHe'd turn back towards camp with the sword in his arms, expressionless. He'd failed his one task."
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"message": "Lei Linas \nMarsh, Camp\n\nLei was just about done preparing the vegetables and meat into a pot to make a stew for the three of them. At this point he decided to get up and search for some wood himself. When Giallo spoke he turned around and looked at him as he set the pot down on the set up fire place which consisted of a metal cage that held the pot up. It must have been another of his inventions. \n\nLei smiled at the boy faintly and nodded. \"Yes, Im going to go fetch some wood with Czerich... Maybe he needs some help.\" Lei placed his hands on his hips and looked towards his carriage. \"I should be back in no time. Czerich is probably not too far away.\" The pyromancer proceeded into his carriage to fetch his lumber axe and once he stepped back onto the soft marsh soil he realized that the little guy was nowhere in sight. \n\nLei stood there in shock for a few seconds, his expression clearly reading \"Uh oh\" Before he quickly checked around the carriage just in case he was just hiding away somewhere. When he was sure the boy was gone he scratched at his head in disbelief. \n\n\"Oh no... Don't tell me he-\" His eyes then spotted a few new muddy footprints in the loose soil and knew that those were Giallo's. \"Oh he did...\" \n\nLei quickly ran after the boy, following his footprints until he saw his figure returning to the camp with a familiar blade in hand. Lina's brief expression of relief was easily replaced with deep worry once he realized what was going on. \"Where did you find this?\" He asked with a conflicted gaze towards the blade, trying to think of a way to somehow find the other man. A range of possible reasons for his disappearance raced through his head even as he tried to focus. He did not want to accept the possibility that he could have been put to rest in this swamp."
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nMarsh of Taemar\n\nRather than answer the question, Giallo replied with a question of his own in a completely neutral voice. Something was off about the boy that filled the musty air with a static tension, even though he didn't look or sound much different than usual.\n\"I think he was kidnapped. Where's the nearest town?\"\n\nHe doubted any criminals would have a permanent settlement out in this hellish terrain. If Czerich had been kidnapped, he'd have been taken somewhere else. Giallo took a mad guess and figured that they'd been trailed the entire time, and that Czerich had been abducted because of his status. It was the most likely scenario Giallo could think of, and the only one that offered any semblance of hope, and maybe revenge."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nMarsh of Taemar \n\n\"Kidnapped?... Yeah... That is possible.\" Lei crossed his arms and looked around, hoping to find any more clues about the mage's whereabouts but ultimately found nothing more than the same painfully familiar scenery of the swamps. \n\n\"There should be a town somewhere close to here. We passed by it not too long ago.\" He walked back to the camp with Giallo and gave him some of the emergency rations since they weren't able to properly cook a meal for dinner. The portions of flat bread would have to do to satiate their hunger while they made their trip towards the nearest town."
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nMarsh of Taemar\n\nThe boy ate like a starved dog, though not so much out of hunger as haste. He'd be ready to depart almost immediately, and would give Lantern to Lei for safekeeping, seeing as it felt unwieldy in his small, slender hands."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Scweingott Moore.\n\nHe woke up in the depts of some mucky catacombs, staring at a leaking ceiling. His body laid over the flat surface of a crypt tomb\n\nThe place was full of malnourished frog-like people with greyish skin. Healing balms and totems swung around their necks and wrists.\n\n\"What is this place?\" He asked.\nOne of the healers replied.\n\"One of our sacred places: the Hog's dwelling.\"\n\"How long have I been here?\"\n\"Hours, maybe more since the knight brought you\".\n\nA knight? Memories flashed. Not his, buy the cat's. They were probably in Scweingott Moore.\nKiervan stood up. The floor was wet. This catacomb had to be the dirtiest healing place ever. Sill, somehow these mud-smeraed shamans had managed to save him, in spite of their medical knowledge.\n\n\"Where are my things?\"\n\"By the door.\"\n\"What do I owe you?\"\n\"Nothing,\" Said the healer. \"This is the Hog's will.\"\n\nPyotr was by the door guarding his things. He looked exhsusted. The entire time his master was asleep, he was forced to defend his belongings from the opportunistic Melsi, who had tried to snatch Kiervan's purse amd tunic. His exhaustion was even affecting Kiervan trough the neural bonds.\n\n+ good boy, pyotr, rest +\n\nHe fell asleep as soon as he heard the neural command. Releasing the pressure from Kiervan's mind. The young scholar placed the cat in his purse, and with a final thanks to the chief healer, he stepped outside.\n\nBut there was no outside.\n\nScweingott Moore was a sinking city: much of it were flooded stone corridors, and the rest were ruins. Kiervan could see the upper city on the outside from the sylights of the sewers: a city of crumbling edificed, covered in wooden shantries that grew over the stone ruins like a massive fungal sprawl.\n\nIt was a busy city. Even the sewers were filled with mendiants and passerbys, merchants setting up shop, and the deafening noise of the city buisness.\n\nBut what caught Kiervan's attention was the chicanery: the triksters and the sleight of hand.\n\nEvery street had a pellar, a palm reader, an old woman with a crystal ball. Every corner some dung burner attempted to sell him magical amulets made from hog teeth or dried weeds.\n\nHe paused in the midst of the chaos, right under an iron grid. Just as many people walked above as they did the tunnels, if not more.\n\nHe was standing among the dregs of humanity. Not among the clean Azaryan academics in their ivory towers, but amidst the common man. The unwashed hordes.\n\nThis was what mankind had been reduced to.\n\nHe had to step away from the grid, because someone decided to piss trough it from the street above.\nThat brought him back to his senses. He had a job to do, and he needed to establish priorities.\n\nPriority number one? Find the knight.\nTaking a detour from the main sewer line, Kiervan Czerich climbed the stairs and stepped under the blinding light of the sun."
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"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore\n\nAs the moon dies, following the path of flickering lights... In the light of the situation at the moment as morning came, Sir Bryan stood around his horse, guarding it while he watches the orange sphere from the distance rises.\n\nHe was still fully in his chain mail attire since he had to give some space for the unconscious man since yesterday evening after discarded his armor plated away and placed it into his horse satchel.\n\nAs he waits, he took out a piece of apple from the satchel since he felt a bit hungry. As he took it out, he was delighted to see a fresh apple in his hands. Before he could take a bit of it, he caught the glimpse of someone else who was watching him. It was a child, probably not more than 9 years old or so.\n\nLooking back at the apple, Bryan sighs for a moment as he then turned and looked at the kid as he gave him a smile and tells him to come over. \" Here, \" He said and grinned as he brought himself to his knees and pats the kid shoulders.\n\nThe kid smiled and quickly took a bite of the apple as if he had never ate before. He left shortly afterwards.\n\n*Poor kids...* The Knight thought. Scweingnott Moore was a huge city. If not, one of the largest cities in the middlelands. The place was filled with refugee everywhere so life wasn't that great at here.\n\n*If only... Something could be done about it..* Bryan didn't like this kind of stuff. He wanted a place where everyone was equal and treated fairly. Of course, that dream is too big for him to happen.\n\n*Well, atleast. I still can dream about it.* He smiled upon thinking of that as he heads for his horse and takes out another apple from the beg. As he took it out and take a bite of it, he turned and see the mystery man appeared from the stairs of the sacred place.\n\n\"Ah, you're alive.\" He smiled, saying sarcasticly."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\n\"By the grace of the Hog, it seems. I heard from my cat that you saved my life,\" He replied jokingly.\n\n\"I also don't know how to repay you. All I have are the belongings in this purse, and none of them are worth much. The rest of it was with my mule, lost who knows where in the middle of the Taemish swamp.\""
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"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore\n\n\" Haha, no worries about it.\"He let out a small laugh for a moment as he approaches the man at ease while he took a bite of his apple as he stops in front of him. \" You don't need to repay me, my friend. Your life is worth than the stuff you has now. So, be grateful of it. \" He said and smiled. He offer his right arm to him as a means to shake the man's hand.\n\n\" The name's Sir Bryan Verandus. You may refer to me as Sir Bryan.\" He said, introducing himself to the young mysterious lad. \" Of course, you can't go without the formalities and just call me Bryan. I'm good with it either anyways.\" He pointed out and chuckles about it.\n\n\"**You?**\" He asked, looking at the young man while he kept on smiling."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czeric, Schweingott Moore\n\n\"My name is Kiervan Czerich. I am once again, in your debt.\"\n\n\"Do you happen to know anyone in this city? I'm searching for my lost compainions. Perhaps they have arrived in the city, and the local garrison saw them cross the gates.\""
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore\n\n\" Kiervan Czerich... Huh. \" He muttered about it. *Never heard of that name before? Son of a merchant?* He thought about this man. He does has the looks of a merchant judging from his appearance. Nevertheless, Bryan shake his hands and smiled once more. \" Nice to meet you, Kiervan. \" He said, cheerfully.\n\nKiervan mentioned about companions he had before their encounter happen. \" I do know one of the city guards at the gates of this capital. \" He responded, rubbing his chins about it after finishing off what is left of his apple. \" And companions? \" He asked, curious about it. *Perhaps, he was not alone before we met.* That's what he think of."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\nThey walked trough the pauper crowds of the city towards the city gates. It wasn't an easy task, the city was overcrowded, and the terrain was irregular. \n\nAt times, they would have to march knee deep into the water trough some ancient canal flooded by water and piligrims of the Hog god alike. In other instances, they had to tread carefully over the gantries that linked the buildings of the city, lest they fall into mud pits or the streets below.\nIn one such occasion, there was a toll bridge made of nailed planks that crossed over the inundated remains of a plaza. Children swimmed over the green waters, playing and stealing from the floating shops that unususpecting mechants had set up on makeshift canoes.\n\n\"Await yer' tuuurn!\" An old woman said to Czerich when he tried to force his way into the narrow bridge, only to then she push the person standing before her. The man plummeted face first into the floating market, then resurfaced and continued on his merry way as if nothing had happened. Two or three more people lost balance on the bridge itslef, falling into the grand pool below.\n\n\"Is this normal in here?\" Asked Czerich, but nobody answered. Sir Bryan looked as confused as he was.\n\nEventually, they managed to leave the toll bridge behind, and the rest of the trip to the garrison proceeded without much incident.\nKiervan decided it would be best to leave the talking to the knight, he would have an easier time getting along with the soldiers of the Schweingott garrisson. Warriors can at times be dismissive of scholars."
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Following just right behind Kiervan as the two make their way across the streets, the knight guarded the young lad in front while he grabbed the reins of his horse with his free hand since he was concerned that it would get snatched away by the peoples that lived by here, especially when the streets is full of refugees, vagabonds, and such.\n\n\" I think so. \" That's was the sir response to the young man after what they just witness. Though, he didn't felt like as if it was a surprise to him. Since he had visited this place in the past once, and he knew just a little of the culture around the city. But still, the refugees seems to just don't care about it as if its was usual to them as always. He found that very curious and confused sometimes. \n\nRegardless, the two make their way safely across the bridge without any danger and harm to them at all. Bryan led the way towards the garrisons where much of the city guards was stationed at there.\n\n\" Radim, \" The Knight spoke, after he caught a glimpse of one of the familiar guard he had known of at here nearby as he approaches him. \" I think you remember me ehy? \" He asked, and brought a up small smile on his face."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nSchweingott Moore\n\nPassing through the marshes of Taemar, the pair had finally managed to find the city. Lei had hoped to find a decent road for the carriage to tread through but this was not the case. The course terrain was almost worse than that of the swamps that the large city of sewers and canals dwelled in. Eventually Lei decided it would have been safer to take his horses and Czerich's mule through the city. He made sure to secure the treasures to the steeds and leave the cart locked to sop any those with ill intent from robbing the vehicle.\n\nLei was doing his best to remain hopeful amongst the pitiful human beings who had to live in such terrible circumstances. This place was far from the clean streets he grew up in and he couldn't help but feel the need to help these people.\n\n\"Come on Czerich.. Where are you..\" The young man sighed softly as he walked along with his two horses and the Mule. He had suggested that Giallo ride on the backs of one of the tall steeds so he could avoid walking in the turbid waters that flooded the city streets. Despite Lei's mud soaked appearance he still looked foreign to this land, making him a target for those with ill intent. Lei just gave them a sorry smile as he passed through, only seeing to find his lost ally."
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nSchweingott Moore\n\nRather than split up Giallo followed close behind Lei, watching for thugs and pickpockets."
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"message": "Lei adjusted the orange scarf over his face as he looked arounf quietly, hoping to find ant clues about his ally's whereabouts. This is when he spotted a cluster of guards and a pair of two men in the distance. Once looked like he was covered in chainmail armor. \n\n\"We could ask those guards where the clinic is. Maybe Czerich is there.\" Lei smill\\ed over at Giallo hopefully. \n\nThe pair headed over to the guards and the closer they walked the more the other man standing beside the knight looked familiar. They were about 5 feet behind the both of them when Lei asked unsurely. \n\n\"Czerich? Is that you?\" He asked with hope in his voice. The muddied clothing he had on matched his missing party member so he was almost 100% sure it was him."
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nSchweingott Moore\n\nThe boy stayed out of sight right behind Lei, just like a shadow, even keeping his feet directly behind the man's and matching his steps. If trouble arose Giallo would emerge seemingly from out of nowhere, like a deep sea predator from the murky depths, his blood just as cold.\n\nHe didn't feel righteous anger or a sense of injustice, after all he'd done far worse things than a mere kidnapping many a time. He was in no position to point fingers, but Czerich's disappearance had caused him great distress and he felt naught but a severe desire to channel what he felt into the tip of his stiletto. He almost hoped that there were actual kidnappers, but for the time being he stayed silent and listened carefully."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore.\n\nWhile Sir Verandus went to talk to the guard captain, Kiervan went to make some money.\nHe had lost all his his belongings, save for his purse, and most of what he had in there were essentials. Exept...\n\nThe compass. The compass was broken. That's what he tried to sell.\n\nHe went to a merchant, snd tried to convince him to give him 30 copper pieces for it.\n\nThe merchant, a grey skinned man missing half his teeth, answered by shaking his head.\n\"Best I can do is 20,\" He said.\n\n\"25,\" Replied Kiervan.\n\n\"35, take it or leave it.\"\n\nWait what? Kiervan was dumbfounded, but he wouln't let the opportunity pass by. He took the coins.\nOn his way out, he noticed with the corner of the eye several crystal jars filled to the brim with shrooms 🍄\n\nOkay. He had some money. Next stop was getting new clothes and a new blade..."
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"author": "validun",
"message": "\" Figured, \" The knight responded and nodded a few times after talking with the guard he knew about while Kiervan heads off to sell some of his stuff so he could has some money. The guard said they hasn't seen any merchant or people arrived recently. \" Thank you, \" The sir expressed his gratitude for the guard for the information as he gave him a respectful bow. \n\nAs he turned, he then noticed two people stood in behind of him. But they wasn't looking at him. They were looking at something way behind him as one of them mentioned the name of young lad Kiervan surname. Which allow Bryan realized what was going for a short moment. *I think we has found what we looking for.* His thoughts about it and gave a small smile to the two lads. \" Greetings, \" He said, giving a respectful nod to the two people. \"You must be Kiervan companions. \" He stated.\n\n\" Your friend has just went off to sell off his stuff. \" The knight pointed out. \" I'm sure he'll come back soon. \" He said, trying to ensure the young lads companions while he offer his right hand to the blacksmith as a means to shake his hand. \" Sir Bryan Verandus, you are? \" He introduced himself to the two and he asked about it."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei soon realized that the man he was talking to was in fact just some other random mud covered town citizen. The man just stared at the mysterious blacksmith with a questioning gaze before walking off. Lei just smiled at him nervously and laughed quietly. \"Oh.. Ha ha... Oops?\" \n\nThe blacksmith then looked towards the knight as he introduced himself and Lei smiled, happy to meet a new person. \"Thank you so much Sir.\" Lei firmly shook his hand and gave him a nod before pulling the scarf off his face. \"Lei Linas, a travelling blacksmith, and this is my friend Giallo.\" He stepped aside and gestured towards him with a warm smile. \"I'm so glad that Czerich is doing alright. We lost him back at the swamp and worried something might have happened to him. I'm guessing he got lost and ran into you?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Scweingott Moore\n\nThe tiny door of the turned out to be the entrance to an enourmous undergound bazaar. Schweingott was as unredictable as always. And the bazaar wasn't the only thing in that dungeon. Benath the iron grill of the floor, the dense smoke of the foundries made it's way up to Kiervan's face. There were few torches, but the the molten slag being poured over the Hog dung of the severs was more than enough to illuminate the place.\n\n\"You must be one 'em rich \"Lors\" From House B'eal,\" Said an old lady. She appeared behind Kiervan and the scare almost made him fall over.\n\"I'm... Not?\"\n\"Ye' can't fool me. I can' ee the fine silks in y'er clothing.\"\n\nFine silks? Kiervan took a look at his tunic. It was ruined, but behind the mud, one could still appreciate the Azaryan embroidery over the deep blue of the fabric.\nThe old lady had thought he was a noble because of his tunic. She was mistaken, but there was no denying that the tunic Kiervan was wearing wasn't too inconspicuous. This was going to be a problem. It was a good thing that the old shopkeeper had noticed it now.\n\n\"I have an offer for you,\" He told her.\n_\n_\nWhen he went back to the garrison post, his appearence had changed entirely. Instead of the clean and sheltered academic, the Czerich that came out of the bazaar looked more like a rural piligrim than a metropolitan scholar. He had traded his tunic, and insted wore the rags of the inhabitants of Scweingott Moore. The fabric of this new attire tunic was grey, and in the back he carried the two or three more sets of clothing he had managed to exchange for the original. He wondered if Sir Bryan would recognize it."
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore\n\n\"Nice to meet you, Linas. \" The Knight responded as he shook the blacksmith firmly and smiled. \" Gratitude is unnecessary, my friend. His life is already a god gift to him. So, no need to repay myself about it. I was just lucky to be there.\" He pointed out and grinned.\n\n\" ...Well, \" He grimaced as he rubs the back of his hair for a moment while he take a look around the place before looking back at them as the blacksmith mentioned about how he find Kiervan.\n\n \" Apparently, I found your friend laying down nearby a river at the woods unconscious during yesterday evening.\" The knight stated.\" I was wandering around the woods on my horse until I came upon him. He didn't has much of a wound, but he was soaked in wet and barely breathing. So, I assumed he was got caught by something in the river or sort.\" He explained to the two lads before he was cuts off by the newly arrival of Kiervan who wore a new set of shirt now.\n\nImpressed, Bryan pats Kiervan shoulder. \" Good looking at there, must has a hard time after selling those few stuffs you still has left, aye?\" He asked and brought up a small smile upon his face."
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"message": "**Queen Lucrezia Scheer, King Dennon Bigsby, Kirk Pinewood\nAfter the Wedding Reception, Castle Grunewald**\n\n\"Hey Denny, *Hiccup* Why don't we put that Hog God fertility statue to use tonight?\" Lucrezia suggested as she stumbled down the hallway toward their room for the night. She had partaken heavily in the festivities of the evening.\n\n\"We're leaving in the morning. Perhaps we should get right to sleep.\" Even if Dennon had felt that the night of his best friend's wedding would be a good night to consummate his own marriage, he didn't want that giant stone pig staring at his rear end in bed.\n\n\"You're no fun.\"\n\nDennon opened the door as their reached their room and followed Lucrezia inside. Something seemed off. \"Lucrezia, does our room look different to you?\"\n\n**. . .**\n\n\"What is that thing!?\" Kirk exclaimed upon returning to his room.\n\n*Dear Lord and Lady Pinewood,\n\nIt would be an immeasurable honor for House Grunewald if the heir conceived from such a momentous political union be on Taemarian soil. For aiding this process, we have placed this sacred Hog God statue in your bedchambers. Use it well, and your sons will be plentiful.\n\nSincerely,\nKing Gregor Grunewald*"
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nSchweingott Moore\n\nThe strange blank-faced boy who had been behind Lei had seemed strangely intense, eyes like saucers and hair visibly standing on end, reminiscent of a riled black cat. However he appeared to shrink down as Sir Bryan explained the situation, until he just looked small and melancholy. \n\nHe didn't say anything."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\n\"Don't look down boy,\" Czerich told him. \"It wasn't your fault. That hopper caught me by surprise.\"\n\nHe paused as he looked around.\n\n\"We must look for a tavern, or somewhere we can eat. I bet we all have stories to share after this incident.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nSchweingott Moore\n\nLei smiled softly at the pair and sighed softly. \"Yes, Some proper food would be great.\" Lei then looked around curiously for any sign of such a place for them to rest and have their meal as he was quite famished after all of todays events."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\n\nScweingott Moore had no proper taverns to speak of, at least in that part of the city, but what it had was the floating market. Several vendors on the edge of the flooded plaza offered their fried rats to the canoes passing by.\n\n\"Careful here,\" Said Czerich. \"People fall from that bridge you see up there.\" And he directed Linas and Giallo's attention towards the narrow planks where dozens of people were \nWalking on a crowded line.\n\n\"It's not at hard as it seems though. Sir Bryan managed to cross with his horse.\""
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore. \n\n\" Just don't get in the way of the peoples at here, and you'll be fine.\" He said, or that's what he could thought of. The knight led the way for the group as they make their way across the toll bridge once more. His horse neighs as it whines about crossing the bridge once more. \" Easy, \" The knight reassured his horse, calming it down as he ran his fingers across its hair for a moment before continue making their way.\n\nAs they started walking across the bridge, Bryan maintains a distance from the others so he won't get in their way. \"Since we'll be heading for a tavern,\" He pointed out. \" I guess I'll be the one to treat you guys for this meal. \" He stated, looking back at the group of new peoples he has just met and smiled. Despite he just recently met them and barely knew each others, It was an honorable act for sure. But of course, deeply from his heart. Bryan knew he was a selfless person, even from the beginning when he started this path.\n\nAs the group arrived in the floating market since there wasn't a proper tavern at all, the market were filled with peoples for sure. And there was a lot of things you could buy with from there. Foods, drinks, items you name it. \n\n\" So, \" The sir said, grabbing a medium pouch from his waist since he strapped it to it while walking on the sideways with his horse. The pouch were filled with gold, silver, and copper pieces. But the silver pieces stood the most. \" What do you guys want? Any drinks? Any foods, are on me. \" He said, bringing a small smile upon his face while turning to look at the others.\n\n\" I guess, we could buy some bread and some water. If you guys insisted. \" He suggested."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\n\n\nHad Kirk looked closely, he would have seen a rolled up piece of parchment stuck in the mouth of the Hog statue of Fertility. If he so chose to pluck the parchment from the pig's piehole and read the elegant calligraphy, he would have found a carefully laid out plan to make him and his sponsor *Fabulously* Wealthy men. Hours earlier, Prince Nickles scrawled down a plot that involved hiring a duo of dastardly men to kidnap Anna Barrmount and hold her at a ransom for 80,000 gold coins. The parchment stated that should Kirk comply, he would receive half of the earnings. \n\n*Give it a think. \nLove,\nDame Clarabella Cooch, the Third*"
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nSchweingott Moore\n\nHe'd remained silent for most of their trip through Schweingott. Giallo couldn't wrap his head around why Czerich had let him off so easily. Whenever he'd failed his parents they'd tanned the lesson into his hide. Because of him Czerich might have died, yet the merchant hadn't even demanded his money back. He'd laughed it off. Giallo decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Things were all right.\n\nHe was still disappointed in himself for having gotten so worked up over what turned out to be nothing, and he made a mental note of his mistakes that day. He wouldn't make them again.\nAt last he spoke when Sir Bryan showed off his coinpouch, replying, \"I want hot chocolate sir, but please hide your money. The fewer who see it the safer it will be.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "The blacksmith was relieved that everyone was back together and happy to see Czerich was well. He wondered what might have grabbed him back at the swamps but that question was pushed back as soon as he saw the bridge they had to cross. He was unsure if it would even be supported by the horses but was soon reassured of its sturdiness when Sir Bryan crossed with his own horse. \n\n\nLinas followed close behind the group and guided his horses and the mule to do the same as he crossed the bridge. \n\n\nAt the tavern Lei pulled the pouch off of the horse's saddle and secured it onto himself, using its strap to keep it on his chest where it wouldn't leave his sight. He then told his horses to stay there while he fetched some carrots from the pouch on their saddles. He knew his horses were hungry so he fed them the carrots and shared some with Czerich's mule before joining the others at the table just in time to hear Sir Bryan's humble offer to sponsor their meal. \n\n\n\"Oh, if it's alright with you, I'm happy to share half the price for the meal. \" Lei smiled over at him, hoping he would accept the offer. He wouldn't feel right to not offer his own payment since he himself was a reasonably wealthy man as well. Those were the benefits of being a famous blacksmith and inventor from Azarya.\n\n\nHe couldn't help but smile when he heard Giallo's request. Seems like he really did enjoy that hot chocolate he offered him a few days ago. Now that he was reminded of the sweet warm drink, he found himself wanting a cup of his own as well."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich\n\nHot Chocolate. He'd almost bursted out out laughing. For all it's wit and skill, Giallo remained a kid at the end of the day.\nThey'd be lucky if the tavern served alcohol. Judging by what he had seen of Scweingott, Czerich would satisfied with clean water.\n\nLinas offered to pay half of the meal, which thankfully freed his budget. He had been lucky to retrieve his money now that the blacksmith had come back with the mule, and he had taken a trio of silver pieces before entering the tavern.\nCzerich left the table and walked over to the counter, then, pulling a silver coin and holding it in the air he announced:\n\n\"Next round is on me! And a second coin belongs to whoever tells the best drinking tale!\""
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"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus. \n\nDespite the offer he made, The knight deeply respected their choices over who should pay the price or not. \" Very well, \" Agreeing with Linas the Blacksmith, Bryan decided to pay the half of the price of the meal they will has while the other from Linas. He smiled at Giallo request over a warm and hot cup of coffee. He was young for sure. Bryan was sure that he's probably seven years old or more so after judging from his apperance.\n\nAs the group made their way inside a tavern nearby, the tavern was filled with peoples for sure. The group was lucky to find a empty table that was enough for them to sit with. Bryan left his horse alone outside the tavern after paying a small fee to the shop guard to guard it while he was away. \n\nAs he sat down along with the others, he called out one of the waitress around who was serving people nearby them as he ordered a hot cup of chocolate for Giallo as long as a cup of ale for himself as well. He felt a bit, tired. It could because he didn't slept much since yesterday's event and the ride toward here. \n\n*A cup of ale should able to do the job,* He thought as the waitress arrived with their drinks after a shortly moment. Bryan held it in his hand and drank a amount of it afterwards. As he drank, Kiervan announced a small competition about who can tell a good story about their lifetime. Bryan gulped for a moment after drinking his ale as he then later raised his cup in the air, giving a sign to Kiervan that he was good with it."
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nShe tilted her head in a way that made her hair fall, catching his eye as she accepted his not-quite-offer to dance. In the same way he'd been distracted by one of her features, he noted her attention to his arm. \"We move just fine in the South. A little more rowdy I would assume, but nothing I think you couldn't handle, Ivagneth.\" He repeated the name, letting it sit in his tongue as he took another sip from his goblet. \n\nAs she continued, he tried to commit her information to memory. \"Attempting to cultivate non-native species in the North sounds a mighty task, your father sounds like a determined man, I should make his aquatintence one day.\" Mikhail mused, and gave a half smile when she apologized for talking too much. \n\n\"By all means, I asked. Being able to tell a stranger your favorite parts of home is a rare treat among crowds like this, feel free to paint a picture of your home for me.\" As he spoke, she tucked that blonde strand that had caught his gaze behind her ear once more, and he felt his smile warm to a genuine one. \"It can seem that way, I suppose.\" He agreed, holding his hand out once more for her to take. The southern tan that grazed his skin was nothing compared to others in the Amorothian courts, or even the warm golden tone of his father's family. He was pale in comparison, thanks to his mother's complexion, but it didn't seem to be something she noticed. \n\n\"The best way to see if the South holds as many riches as you believe is to indulge in it.\" He grinned, and gestured to the dance floor behind them."
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"message": "Lei Linas \nVerandus\n\nThe blacksmith was pleased to hear the knight agree to his offer and ordered what ever the group was interested to share for the meal today. He did order a simple platter of stewed meat and vegetables for himself as he was very hungry at this point. He was practically hungry enough to eat a horse. \n\nShortly after, everyone did get their meals and he happily enjoyed his food while he watched the rest of the crew enjoying themselves. He was happy Giallo got his hot chocolate and that Czerich was already finding some entertainment. Linas' curious eyes eventually settled back on the knight before him. \n\n\"I never thought I would see a knight of your rank around these parts. May I ask what brought you here?\" \n\nThe man's well kept armor showed the blacksmith he was of a higher nobility in terms of military class, far from what this place could likely afford. His armor alone was probably already catching some eyes and stirring some malicious intent amongst the citizens of this city."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Grunwald, Vallen, Taemar\n\nAt the gesture, Anya dipped her gaze to her shoulder, but didn't linger long. It was hurting, but she wasn't in the mood to let Charity or anyone else know that. She so desperately wanted to be home already so she could process the _horrors_ of the council in the privacy of her own bedchambers. \n\nAnya gave a small nod to the brunette, and they parted ways for the time being. How Charity intended to find her room, she wasn't certain. If asked, she wouldn't have been able to track down any of the other royals without a guide, but she trusted she'd arrive soon enough."
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nVerandus\n\nThere wasn't much for Giallo to do but murder his hot chocolate and then sit back with a warm, full belly and observe his surroundings. \n\nHe was surprised at how peaceful their journey had been thus far, but supposed that his limited knowledge of the world was to blame. He was more used to nasty surprises than good ones. Letting loose a small belch, his attention turned to Czerich.\n\n\"Where are we going next? Will it be as wretched as the bog?\""
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"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore\n\nBryan took another sip of his ale before placing it on the table as he was called out by the blacksmith about something. Something that was regarding about his presence at such city out of nowhere. Bryan dimly nodded as he thought about it for a moment. \" Well, I'm actually a knight-errant.\" He response, looking back at the Blacksmith for his question. \" A knight who has no affiliation with the other kingdom, just a knight who wanders on his own path by himself. \" He answered, taking another sip of his ale once more while he take a glimpse around the place. \n\nBryan didn't wore any of his fancy, hard, armor plate around him. He had stored it inside the satchel bags on his horse. Thought, he did wore chain mails around him. An attire that is regularly worn by knights or warriors for protection. It is made up of small metal chains that are linked together to form a mesh. Beneath it, was a simple and plain red cotton shirt, along with a sweatpants. He did wore a red cape around him, with a symbol on it that signify his own self. It is a image of a yellow phoenix on it.\n\nHe had the appearance of a young man, who was seems to be in his late twenties. He has wavy light brown hair and green eyes with short eyelashes. Tall, muscular, and probably considered good-looking by the opposite sex. Or, that what's he thought to himself. \n\nHe chuckles about it for a moment before turning his attention back on the blacksmith. \" I was actually wandering around the middlelands, searching for people who are in need of help.\" He explained. \" Then, everything happen and we're sitting at here now. \" He said, and smiled."
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"message": "**Kirk Pinewood\nThe Day After the Wedding, Castle Grunewald**\n\nIn the brighter morning light, Kirk noticed another letter in the mouth of the Hog God statue that had been placed in his room. He read it and chuckled. \"Classic Cooch,\" Kirk said before tossing the paper aside.\n\n**. . .**\n\n**Verina Crowe and King Dennon Bigsby\nThe Ibethiel Queensguard encampment at the edge of Vallen, Taemar**\n\nDennon and Verina stood in the dewy field, watching Kirk finally arrive and climb into the carriage with Anna and Lucrezia for the journey back to Ibethiel. The two walked to join them, realizing this last leg stretch was coming to an end. \"It feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?\" Verina commented as she neared the carriage.\n\nDennon paused and turned around to look upon Vallen one last time. \"I'm not going home. Not really.\"\n\n\"Are you joking?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Fuck this city and the entire kingdom. If I ever return to Taemar, it will be too soon,\" He said quickly, hurrying Verina onto the carriage ahead of him.\n\n**. . .**\n\nThe caravan had only just started to move when Dennon heard rapid footsteps approaching that belonged to a bright-eyed man and a woman with a tasteful tooth gap. \"It looks like the House of Maus decided to show for the return trip!\"\n\n\"If you'd still like a guide through the bog lands, your majesty,\" Said Oscar, keeping pace with the moving carriage.\n\n\"Hop in the wagon with Kirk and Anna's wedding gifts,\" Dennon told them.\n\n\"Kirk got married?\" Oscar asked.\n\nAnsel Maus reached the wagon first. She climbed aboard, trying to keep the mice in her pocket from escaping. \"I'll draw a portrait of the lovely bride,\" She said, taking out her visual journal and making the first few strokes depicting the back of Anna Barrmount's head, which was visible through the carriage window.\n\n**. . .**\n\nThe group reached the Maus siblings' hut in the bog lands of Southern Taemar in the late afternoon and decided to spend the night again like they had for their first trip through. It would give the horses a chance to rest before traversing the Ibethiel mountain roads the following day.\n\nThe next day was a foggy bog morning, and Dennon was glad that they had reunited with their guides. They surely would have been lost once again without them. When they finally reached the Southern edge of the Melsoh, they stopped to take a short break.\n\n\"Thank you for all the help, Oscar,\" Dennon said gratefully. \"Meeting you was probably the best part of this trip.\n\n\"Well, if you ever have any *Ventures* That you would like help on, just send a letter to our hut on the bog.\"\n\n\"I definitely will.\"\n\n\"Oh, and Kirk,\" Oscar beckoned the man over. \"Ansel and I have a wedding gift that we wanted to send with you. It may not compare to the fancy gifts you may have received but...\" He opened a small sack full of green sillyweed.\n\nKirk and Dennon's eyes widened. \"Thank you.\" Kirk said, getting choked up. \"This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.\" They both shook Oscar's hand before he and Ansel departed back for their home in the bog.\n\nDennon eyed the sack. \"Greatest gift... I helped get you a wife. Do you think that's enough to share some of...-\"\n\n\"I'd give you the whole thing if you could get me a divorce.\" Kirk said bitterly, shoving the sack into his pocket.\"\n\n**. . .**\n\n**IBETHIEL**"
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\n\"We will be going wherever the wind carries us.\" Czerich replied to Giallo with a discreet smirk. \"Listen to the stories kid, they may not tell us the truth, but they tell us where the truth is hiding.\"\n\nA wedding in castle Grunewald, advisors needed in Ibethiel, a storm brewing in the southern isles, succession troubles in Terrasol ... So many places to choose from.\nHe peeked over his shoulder. Both Linas and Sir Bryan were engaged in a hearty conversation.\n\n\"If you were give the chance to go anywhere, Giallo Strizzare, where would you go?\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nSchweingott Moore\n\n\"I don't know sir, I hardly know anything about the world outside of Irongate.\"\n\nGiallo's answer was blunt and boring. What he abruptly said to a nearby serving wench wasn't.\n\n\"Hey sugar buns, bring me another hot chocolate and move that ass while you do it.\"\n\nHe punctuated this statement by slapping her hindquarters, and she promptly struck Giallo such a slap that he flipped out of his seat and was laid out on the floor."
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"message": "\"Ohh, Thats very brave of you. I heard the rumors about the bogs being a very dangerous place. I'm sure it takes a knight like you to be able to fend off the creatures that might live there.\" Lei looked over at all the food on the table and began to dig into his own meal. He intentionally steered away from any alcohol since he was a relatively weak drinker.\n\n\"I'm very thankful that you were able to find Czerich where he was. I can thank you enough.\""
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore \n\n\" I've been wandering around this land for quite some years already.\" The knight answered, looking back at the blacksmith with a smile in response. \" The bogs is a *Dangerous* Place, my friend.\" He pointed out, placing a arm around the blacksmith neck while on his hand held the cup of ale he ordered. \" Hell, it even took me years on how to navigate through this damm land for sure.\" He said, and finally drank his cup. This time, he swallowed a large chunk of it.\n\n\" Ah, damm... That was great. \" He muttered, feeling alive as if the first time in his life once more. He let go his arms around the blacksmith neck as he stood up from his seat. \" As I said once more,\" He pauses for a moment, finishing the cup of ale he had as he then placed it on the table. \" Gratitude is unnecessary, my friend.\" He stated, regarding about helping out them about finding Kiervan for them. \n\n\" Suits yourself. My lad. I assumed we'll be heading out soon.\" He reminded them about it. He took out a few pieces of silver and copper from his pouch as he grabbed the blacksmith hand and placed it onto it. But the pieces he had paid for is more than the offer they made of. It's seems he was gonna paid all the meal by himself alone. \" That's my pay for this meal. I'm gonna need to use the restroom for a moment.\" He said, kepting the smile on his face while he turned around, looking for the restroom.\n\nHe eventually asks the nearby waitress about it and was given the direction on where it was. He head towards it afterwards."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\n\"Heading out soon?\" Asked Czerich. The knight had caught his attention even as he helped Giallo back on his feet. \"I was plannig on staying here for a few days, but I don't know if you have other places to be. I know the kid will probably remain, now that I have retrived my mule.\""
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore\n\nThe knight turned around and held his gaze upon Kiervan as he mentioned about heading out for soon. His red\" I mean, by \"We\". I mean, myself instead.\" He corrected himself upon saying what he had previous just said. \" Since I believed my purpose is done at here, I should be heading out soon. \" He stated, looking at the group in the each of their eyes. \n\n\" Unless... \" He pauses for a moment. He took a glimpse around the place. \"...You guys has something in mind that regarded my presence will be needed? \" He asked. He was curious about it. He got nothing to do anyways, except for wandering the lands and heading back to Ibethiel for supplies, that is. Yes. However, he had some time to spare with. So, he wouldn't doing other businesses to cut some time for himself."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Kallophon Saz__a__l\nChapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\n\"'Excessive drinking'?\" Said Kallophon with a mocking sneer. He looked down at his tunic. \"I think you need to get yourself out more, silverblood.\"\n\nHe stepped towards her slowly, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the floor in serious thought. \"And I'd lose the lording attitude if I were you. I've just secured the patronage of the Queen of South Feyshore, so no more am I quite the desperate, suggestible drifter you might have taken me for on the stairs. I have all I need rolled out in front of me now.\" \n\nHe drew up to her, levelling a chilly gaze on her eyes for a moment, before breaking into a sly grin. \"You're going to be *Very* Convincing.\"\n\nIvagneth Wrencrest\nCastle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar\n\n*Father? 'A determined man'?* Ivagneth's parted as she pondered that. He was hardly 'determined'; not where it mattered, at least. She knew that there was a similarity between she and him, in their wistfulness and their rejection of what the cold-tongued realists had to say, but she felt that such dreaminess did not fit a man over forty years of age. Something wasn't right with \n\nWith a subtle shake of her head, she banished her father's image from her mind. She had no time for the silly old fools among the stock of men. She was interested in a different sort tonight.\n\nShe saw a pleasant shift in his face, and a slight dizziness came upon her. If there'd been a black-eyed, long-fanged serpent wound around his arm, waiting to sink its teeth into her wrist, she still would have taken his hand; and so she did. Ivagneth came close, smiling sweetly at him and glancing up and down his face. The lights gave contours of pale sunshine to her hair, and put a glimmer in her iron-blue eyes. \"Let's.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\nThe sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the the Melsoh there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ever-sinking remains of Schweingott. But those ruins had a strange, haunting beauty, and a sense of timelessness. The remains of a once proud city, now grown weaker, older, and wiser.\nFor Kiervan, ruins were a beginning. With the debris, you can construct new ideas, or summon old ones from the depths of time. Ruins are symbols of a new dawn.\n\nHe spent days like a vagabond, roaming trough the muddy streets and the flooded passages, sometimes climbing all the way up to the spires, where the pauper elites of Schweingott built their lairs.\nHe ate the food of the Melsi: frog, hog, and boiled rat. He learned their customs: how to praise the animals and weeds of the bogs, and how to read the will of the swamp using the guts of livestock.\n\nMost of it was a farce, of course. Chicanery born of ignorance, of superstition, or both. However, there were also real mages in Scweingott: scarce, and poorly trained, but they existed. To those born with the gift, Kiervan would teach how to enhance their arts, hidden under the guise of his silver mask and the pseudonym of \"The Raven Prince\", all in exchange for information and rare materials. To the rest of the Melsi, he would become a street performer, advertising Pyotry as \"The smartest cat in the wold\" And organizing all sorts involving the pet.\n\nBefore he realized it, he had spent a week without bathing, maybe for the first time in his life, and was kneeling in false prayer before the Hog altar.A wide grin hid under his tattered hood. He was an educated man, the irony didn't escape him."
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore\n\n***CLANK***\n\nNoises of blade clashing could be heard from a distance, along with a few man screaming as they died slowly. Before one of the bandits could utter another word, the knight had sprung from his stance, energy returning to his weary limbs. The lead bandit had no time to react, not expecting his opponent to be so bold in the face of such overwhelming odds. Bryan's sword arm circled in a blur, the blade whistling as it sliced through the air—the guard tried in vain to raise his sword to parry, but his movement was simply too swift like the wind. The Knight's sword hit its mark with unfaltering accuracy, slicing into the bandit's exposed neck—a plume of blood following its impact. The two remaining bandits stood motionless—astonished at the speed of the Knight, and idiotic in the face of such a skilled foe. This delay was their death. Bryan's blade had barely finished its first lethal arc as he raised his left hand, drawing a dagger from his waist as the lethal blade revealed itself.\n\nIt pierced the third bandits between the eyes before he could even twitch a muscle in defense.\n\nBryan didn't do nothing much over the past few days except helping out the villagers nearby Schweingott Moore. Fending off bandits for them as the community was large, but was scattered all over the regions. Of course, Bryan wasn't able to help all of them at the same time for sure. He wasn't a supernatural guy or sort. Just a simple knight-errant who's trying to do some job. He also escorted some merchants sometimes as he met them in some tavern around the city. Of course, with a small fee. That is.\n\nClearing out a small, but a bandit camp nearby a village. The knight stood among the dead, looking at the corpses among the dusty ground before him as he pity their deaths. *Why bother even do this kind of stuff...* He thought about it, he drew his long sword back to sheath as it made a slowly hissing whisper.\n\nIt was stupid to do this kind of stuff, but at the same time, it was a way to make a living as well. *That's just how life works, I guess...* To the knight, it felt meaningless to spent their lifetime on this. He let out a deep sigh afterwards while he brought himself to his knees as he closes the eyes of one of the bandits who lay on the ground. The light of the soul has went out as he saw the eyes of the poor bandit. \n\nAfter paying his respects to the deads, Bryan eventually get onto his horse as he took it somewhere not far away the bandit camp as a means for his horse safety. He didn't like bringing horses into battle unless he had to. He wore fully chain mails around him instead of his armor, since he prefered light armor as it gave him the mobility and agility advantages. He did wore cotton shirts and sweatpants beneath his chain mails for sure.\n\n\" Hya! \" With that being said, Bryan drags the vein of his horse and let out a whip as a means for the horse to run as he heads out toward Schweingott Moore once more. On the way towards the city, the knight thought about what should he do after this. *Perhaps, it's time to return to Ibethiel. Pay a visit to my families at Mormill.* He thought while he kept on riding on his current course toward the refugee city.\n\nHe arrived at Dusk, where the sun will be hitting the hay soon. The knight walks along on the road slowly with his horse before the city entrance. Giving a nod to one of the city guards who was guarding it, Bryan made his way inside the city entrance without a problem at all. He trusted the guards at the stables that they will guard his horse well as he pay a small and another extra fee to them just incase if they bargained more. \n\nBryan made his way to a tavern nearby, ordering a cup of ale along with a beef stew. He pay a few silver and copper pieces for it. People sometimes randomly sat at his table and ask for his help or sort. Either that, or when he finishes his meal later."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore\n\nA dirty pellar sat before the Knight. \"It's not good to drink alone,\" He said.\n\nHe reminded him of someone, but he couldn't figure out who. The pellar was a young man, with skin paler than ususal, and an air of concealed sophistication uncommon among the Melsi. His rags carried all sorts of shamanistic talismans and charms: hog teeth, mirror-coins, and brightly-colored severed braids, all tied with string and conch sells.\n\nIt wasn't until he opened his mouth again that Verandus could recognize who he was...\n\n\"Long time no see, friend.\""
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"message": "As he took a bite of his meal, the knight was interrupted by someone else nearby. \" And, what did you come here for- \" He spoke, expecting a merchant since he heard them saying in this kind of tone when they requested help, or a villager at least. Instead, he found himself a young man who wears the look of a hunter or sort sat beside him. He carried sort of things around him, judging from his appearance. \n\nThe knight was confused for a moment to be sure, trying to figure out who it was. It took him a short moment to realized who it was after the man opened his mouth and ranged a familiar voice in his brain. \" Kiervan! \" He exclaimed, cheerfully and quickly brought up a hand around his neck. He hasn't seen this lad for quite a few days. Bryan thought he had left the city for sometimes after he split out from the group.\n\n\" What's you doing here? \" The knight asked. He was curious about it."
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"message": "\"I go now by the name of Felix Ravenloft Reed,\" He said. \"The Melsoh has rubbed on me quite quickly I must say. I've been learning the ways of the land.\"\n\nA black cat popped from behind his shoulder.\n\n\"This one still goes by the name Pyotr,\" He added. \"What about you, what brings you here Sir? You look quite troubled.\""
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"message": "\" Right, \" He said and grimaced for a moment. He had his attentions back on his meals as he took another bite of it. The rush of its sauce rush into his nose. \" Oh, nothing. \" He answered to the young lad concerns. \" Just been doing some business prior to this fateful encounter.\" He stated, as he looked at the young man with a smile on his face before he shrugged about it and cut into the meat."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"What kind of buisness? For what I've seen, threre is lots of ways to earn a living in the Melsoh, but to few become rich. And that armor of yours sure comes with it's expenses. Must a high-paying job you must be doing.\""
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"author": "validun",
"message": "Upon hearing those words coming out from the young lads mouth, Bryan placed his forks and knife on his plate for a moment. Thinking about a answer for the young lads question, Bryan held a quick but deep breath for a short time. \" Well...\" He spoke, after decided what he was about to said as he slowly turned to look at the young man. \" ..As a knight-errant, most of the works I has done are helping out peoples, such as village across the region... Sometimes, escorting merchants as well.\" He answered, he looks a bit uncertain if he wanted to continue this or not. \n\nAlthought he's been doing this kind of job for quite some years already, Bryan was deeply saddened over the course of it. That lives was taken because of it. *Life is such a gift from the gods, why waste it meaninglessly?* He thought to himself as he clenches his fist tightly while he held his gaze upon the table for a moment. Thought he wasn't part of any religion or sort, Bryan had his own ideals. \n\nA time of slience fills between them for a short moment. Bryan, realizing Kiervan was still nearby, quickly snapped back into himself as he turned to him with a smile on his face. But the smile he gave as if it was a hard one to brought up with."
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"message": "\"Felix Reed\", the Melsoh\n\n\"Escorting caravans, I see. The merchants have been paying you in gold, and you've been paying the bandits in blood.\"\n\nThe barmaid, brough Czerich (or was it Felix Reed now?) a mug filled with some dull looking drink. A traditional cocktail made of rice, one of the few things that grew in the foetid swamps, and spiced with cheap liquor.\n\n\"The art of death takes a toll on the mind of righteous men. For others, it becomes addictive. You case seems to be the former.\" The young man remained silent for a while, as if hesitant of what he was about to say next. \"I believe you might be wasting your time here, Sir Bryan. A man cannot stop the sea with his hands, and what we have in Taemar is a rising tide of filth. The unwashed hordes devour each other for breadcrumbs.\"\n\n_The unwashed hordes..._ it had been a whle since he last used that expression. Considering how quickly he had adapted to the muck of the bogs, it was quite an ironic thing for him to say.\n\n\"I've been hearing stories from the refugees, and from those disciples of the raven: tales of an earthquake in Ibethiel. A phantom earthquake, only sensed by some, that happened not long ago. I've also been hearing rumors of the countr recruiting advisors. I figured my knowledge of natural foces could be better put to use there than here. In Schweingott, most of what I make comes from best involving my cat.\"\n\nPyotr meowed.\n\n\"I believe you mentionned you were from Ibethiel, didn't you?\""
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"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingnott Moore\n\nEverything from Kiervan was just said was true, and not wrong at all. The Knight couldn't help all of the poor peoples around that was living at here at all. He looked at Kiervan about it and dimly smiled as he turns to his meal. \n\nTaking one last bite of what is left of the beef stew, Bryan swipes off the bits that was around his mouth with a handkerchief he had from his pocket before grabbing the cup of ale he had order as he drinks a huge chunk of it.\n\nAs Kiervan mentioned about him coming from Ibethiel, the knight slowly placed the cup onto the table as this got caught his attention. \" Yes...\" He gulped before he spoke. \"...Is there something you wanted to ask me about regarding about Ibethiel or? \" He asked the young man about it. Curiously, since he brought up this topic out of nowhere of a sudden."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"Oh, not much. Just wondering how the country is like, since I've been thinking of travelling there.\""
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"message": "\" Nothing much to be exact, really.\" He responded, drinking what is left of it before placing the cup back onto the table. *That's... Was great.* He thought and brought upon himself a small smile on his face before he turned to look at the young man. \" I guess you can say it's your typical, fancy kingdom again.\" He answered, and chuckles about it for a moment. It's been sometimes since he has went back.\n\nThe knight tried to remember what he could think about Ibethiel. It's own pure lands, the mountains around its borders. He recall it all as he ventured through them. \" It's border consisted a range of mountains around it. \" The knight pointed out and smiled. It was good to has someone else to share the knowledge of his homeland. \" The capital city is known as Hexrakes, and is situated around Ibethiel's western mountain ranges,\" He pauses for a moment. \" During a times of war, the capital city sometimes served as a fortress for it's army.\" He said, and shrugged afterwards.\n\n\" If you walked out of the mountains ranges and reach what is inside of it, flat grassland can be seen lies within it. \" He said, trying to do some sign languages as a mean to imagine how does it looks for Kiervan. \" That's where most of the farmers lived. The land is very fertile, we were able to grow various vegetables and food because of it. \" He stated, and nodded a few times about it. \n\nAs Kiervan also mentioned about traveling, Bryan thought about it for a moment. \" You know how to go there, right? \" He asked. He was a bit concern about this."
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"message": "\"No,\" Replied the young man. \"I have no idea on how to get there. But you do, don't you? You were born there.\"\n\nHe took a big sip from his mug.\n\n\"What do you think? If you plan on going back anytime soon, maybe I could go with you. I've yet to repay you for saving my life a few days ago. Who knows? Perhaps I could be of use.\""
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"author": "validun",
"message": "\" I am *Born* From that place, I has been planning to head back soon anyways. \" He replied back to Kiervan. \" And by that, I meant *Tomorrow* Morning.\" He stated, trying to confirm when he was heading out for Ibethiel. \" It's been sometimes since I has returned there.\" He pointed out and shrugged for a moment.\n\n\" I don't mind escorting you anyways, I figured you need a guide for the road to it.\" He said, as he rubs the back of his hair and smiled. \" I've been wandering through these lands for quite some years already. \" He pointed out. \" I've got all that terrain right here in my head. So, just followed me and you'll be alright. \" He said and chuckles about it."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, bogs of taemar\n\nWhen dawn came, Kiervan was ready.\nHe had the same mule that Bryan saw back when met his companions, but this time it was loaded with all sorts of trinkets and bohemian drapery.\n\n\"What route are we taking?\" He asked the Knight.\n\nKiervan knew Ibethiel was surrounded by mountains, a natural defense against invasions. But he ignored if those mluntains were impassable, or if they were just steep enough to block the march of an army."
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"message": "Sir Bryan Verandus, Bogs of Taemar.\n\nAs the two prepared themselves for what is to come, Bryan wore fully in his chain mails along with plated armor on his shoulder. He wore along his capes as well. He was waiting at the Gates at early morning for Kiervan since they planned to head out from that time. As soon as the young man arrived, the duos head out of the city entrance with their horses at ease.\n\nHis horses has satchels around it, for the supplies the knight needed on his journey. As the knight take the lead as he led the way throught the bogs by a shorter route as possible. They would soon arrived at Ibethiel borders soon. However, there was a problem. Schweingnott Moore was maybe nearby it's borders, however they were very far away from the Capital City of Ibethiel.\n\n\" This is the way in.\" He stated upon arriving at a narrow entrance of the northern region of the mountains ranges of the Ibethiel borders. \" But we're far away from the capital city. It's in the western region of the mountains ranges.\" He pointed out as he looked back at the young lad who was assumed to be on his left side. \" It'll take quite sometimes to get to there somehow since we're standing in the northern region of it right now.\" He grimaced for a moment, he wasn't sure either brough up a smile upon his face or not."
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"message": "Kiervan Czerich, mountain border between Ibethiel and Taemar.\n\n\"So we're crossing the mountains, eh?\"\n\nIn times like this, he was thankful to have bought a mule. A horse would not endure a walk trough the white peaks that stood before them unless it was a stallion like Sir Bryan's, and there was no way Kiervan could've ever afforded one of those.\n\nNow it was time to leave Taemar behind.\n_\n_\nThe two men began marching uphill. First trough forest then, through rocks. And finally, trough show.\n\n\nIt wouldn't be long until in the heights of the mountains, two travellers and their mounts would fade into the raging ice storm.\n_\n_\n_\n_\n_\n_\n[DEPARTURE FROM TAEMAR]"
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina \nChapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen \n\nSerfina chuckled at his poor advice and mocking sneer, her head tilting slightly as he took a step forward. His demeanor had changed and she didn't like it. \n\nSurprise flashed across her face before he caught her in his chilling gaze. \"Congratulations, the Feyshorian court has gained an artist of tremendous talent.\" As with many men, the temptation and egotistical belief of ones importance had clouded his judgement. Earlier, when there was no hope, he had come to her seeking acceptance from the Gods. Now that they had blessed him, he thought he was the most important man in the world. \n\nHer mind replayed their conversation on the stairs as she determined whether she should flatter the bard and utilize him as a spy in the Feyshorian court or let things go and leave him wondering if he had imagined it all. Serafina was not ignorant to the ways of court and had a feeling the man was boistering his importance. At the moment, he was untrustworthy. Kallophon would be of more use to her when he returned to the gods crawling for help if things fell through. Desperate acceptance from the divine could be a great motivator. \n\n\"On the contrary, Kallophon.\" She continued, the monologue of thoughts having only taken a few seconds of time. \"I told you the Gods approved of your path and they've given you an opportunity. Far be it from me to interfere in their will.\" Smiling, Serafina brushed passed him to the doors of the chapel. \n\n\"Saris bless your travels and Emin, your music.\" She opened the doors and exited before glancing back. \"If you ever find yourself back in Terresol, please visit the palace. I, along with many others, would be delighted to hear you play.\""
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"message": "Kallophon Saz__a__l\nChapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nTremendous talent? *Indeed, the Feyorians have gained such a performer.* And this woman had only seen a mere slice of what he had to offer. The favourable wind of the gods was surely at his back; he was in pursuit of new experiences, of truth.\n\nThere was a short period of silence between them, him staring at her with a face full of sardonic expectation When she seemed to abandon her plans for him, Kallophon his eyebrows slightly. He knew that there was a forceful mind at work behind that pretty, motherly face of hers, but whereas he'd expected to meet its full power tonight, its vessel merely smiled and brushed past him, drifting away to its machinations.\n\nHe fell a shudder of doubt run through him. What did that woman have in mind? What plans would she be bringing back to the homeland?\n\n\"Assuming there's a palace to go back to,\" He said, hastily and with uncharacteristic inelegance. He looked at her with a slight pout for a moment, then continued, \"And not just a smouldering ruin.\" Kallophon frowned then, his face and voice taking on an appealing quality. \"Wisdom, whatever you do—I don't know quite what it is, and I doubt you're still interested in telling me—don't ever forget the suffering that *Our people* Have already endured.\" His features softened in a what that was somewhat haunting. \"I know I won't.\""
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"message": "Wisdom Serafina,\nChapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nSerafina's gaze hardened at his mention of a smoldering ruin. Her mind raced to respond, critical of his assumption that she didn't care for their people. Years before she moved to the city, the Wisdom had worked for hundreds in the outer villages. Lived among them. Shared their difficulties. She had endured Kelwynd's hatred of the Southern Pantheon and the murder of her friends and people she loved. He was not the only one who endured hardship. The words, however, dried in her mouth as the bards features softened and he contintued. \n\n\"Like you, the Gods are guiding me.\" She nodded somlemnly at his last words. \"We all endured it and long for a better future.\" A wash of peace flushed through her body, calming her and lighting her eyes with assurance. \"The Gods have not forsaken us.\""
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"message": "Kallophon Saz__a__l\nChapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen\n\nHe nodded, reaching to his neck and lightly fingering the amulets that hung from his neck. Glancing down at them, he said with a smile, \"I'll keep them in my prayers. Even while I'm abroad out here, drinking, dining, and laying with the heathens.\" He inclined his head. \"Though if the Queen *Does* Manage to convert me into the filthy ranks of some Amarothian cult, my nights lost to worshipping phallic idols and losing myself in religious ecstasy ... Well, do tell Saris that I enjoyed our time together.\n\n\"Should I avoid the fate, I will, eventually, come home to Terresol. I pray it will be well.\" He gave a hopeful smile. \"I pray it will be a fairer country than ever before.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Valentine Godwin\nBogs of Taemar\n\n\"A pleasure, Sir Wendel.\" She said with a bow of her head. If her clothes weren't wet and the cool night air wasn't blowing through her and seeping into her bones she would have shook the young man's hand. Instead, she kept one firmly in her pocket while the other clutched her Journal to her chest.\n\n\"Professor Valentine Godwin - I would list off my family but I'm afraid it's so vast, even in its immediacy, that the names would blur together.\" \n\nHer mind was wandering over the top of the conversation. She would have to write the events down coherently and send the report to Lord Wrencrest - if he had not left by the time they reached the castle. *May my thoughts themselves be coherent by then too*, she thought."
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"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nBogs of Taemar\n\nWendel looked off ahead when she called him 'Sir Wendel', mouthing the name. He wasn't Sir Wendel. He was just that pudgy little whelp from Tintown, plodding clumsily through the bogland on his way back from a defeat. Sir Wendel was somewhere out in the darkness, lost for the night, or perhaps having slipped away in shame.\n\n\"Too many to name? Well, that's ... That's something, alright,\" He said with a half-hearted chuckle. \"You must live well then, I assume? If your parents were able to provide for so many.\""
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"message": "Valentine Godwin\nBogs of Taemar\n\nNormally, the fact Viola was educated was enough for anyone to assume she had a well off life regardless of how she was presenting herself. Many families despite their social standing and wealth had large broods of children, hers just happened to also be able to afford to not personally raise them.\n\n\"I've had a very privileged life, yes. Though I do not associate with my family much anymore.\" She said. There was a stillness in the air that made the cold crisp and every sound seem to echo, every so often Viola would think she heard the wails of dying witches once more and, in moments of a blank mind, she would almost stop as if to hunt them out. *Foolish*.\n\nShe looked to the knight once more,\"It is nice to hear a familiar accent. It's rare I find myself back in Taemar and the council was full of so many Foreigners I feared I was in the wrong room at times.\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nFields of Taemar\n\nArin's eyes reflected the flickering fire, but he wasn't paying attention to it. His mind was miles away, locked inside of a vault hidden beneath the galley of a ship. The sun had dipped below the edge of the world, and everything was quiet except for the faint whispers of life that was dying down under the ground. \n\nArin watched as a small mouse crawled along the ground, sniffing about for a crumb or bit of food from the camp. They had stopped for the night, after days of riding. It had been nearly a week since they began this journey, and already the young doctor had decided to go her own way. Arin hadn't cared. She had annoyed him with her constant bickering about how he treated his bandages, or how he needed to keep the scab clean. He had thanked the gods when she left at the town they had just left. \n\nHe closed his eyes, intending on getting some sleep."
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"message": "Marsila Vema\nTaemar\n\nThe night time used to be her favourite part of the day as the dark sky gave her a sense of serenity. Unfortunately she no longer felt the calmness of the dark as it left her alone with her thoughts and fears. She had begun making her way back towards the camp after strolling aimlessly through the woods, her eyes having adjusted to the darkness which made it possible to travel without the risk of tripping from an unseen tree root the forest was covered in. Stepping into the campfire's light, her gaze lowered towards Arin who seemed to be falling asleep and felt a pang of jealousy brought on from the insomnia she was suffering through. \n\nShe kept her distance from the lit pit as she lowered herself into a comfortable seating position and began staring into the flickering flames. She had never been a fan of fire, especially after the multiple times she had accidentally burnt herself as a child. If it hadn't been for her healing capabilities, the majority of her body would be covered in thick scar tissue. Pressing her lips into a thinned line, Marsila reached to grasp the amulet around her neck, given to her by her father and tightened her grip around it. For a split second, the gem inside glew dully before returning to it's normal shade, yet not before the pained ache in her chest began to fade. \n\n\"I'll find you soon. I promise.\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar \n\nArin couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the lack of noise, or the fact he was in the middle of nowhere with only a strange woman near him. Whatever the case was, he knew he couldn't sleep. He heard Marsila's movements as she sat down, and opened his eyes again. \n\n\"I know we haven't spoken much, and that is partly my fault. But are you all right? I haven't seen you sleep much, and you are always awake before me.\" He said, turning to face her direction. His eyes weren't used to the darkness, having been facing the light of the fire. \n\n\"Forgive me if I'm intruding.\" He said softly, leaning against his pack of supplies. Their horses made soft noises as they chewed the weeds nearby, and the sounds of crickets was almost deafening. \n\nAs she responded, Arin leaned back. The stars were bright, almost as bright as the night he had first laid under them. He traced a few constellations he had been taught, and smiled as a comet flew by. \n\n\"Make a wish.\" He said softly."
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"message": "Marsila Vema\nTaemar\n\nWhen Arin spoke up, Marsila shifted her gaze from the flames and towards her companion. She had to admit, she was glad Emilia had separated from them and chose to continue on her own path. The shifter didn't like the idea of the young doctor putting herself in harm's way, preferring her friend to remain alive. \n\n\"It's not your fault.\" She reassured with a faint smile before lowering her hand until it rested against her lap. \"I haven't spoken much either.\" Leaning back, Marsila laid herself down against the soft patch of grass before gazing upwards to observe the stars that lit dimly across the night sky. It was beautiful to look at, however she couldn't find it in herself to enjoy the moment as the silence between the two returned. Fortunately it didn't last when Arin spoke whilst she caught sight of what looked similar to a star shooting across their view. Her wish was simple, however she refrained from saying it out loud. \n\n\"How are your hands feeling?\" She questioned, wanting to fill the silence between the two. \"How long before you think you can properly wield that sword of yours?\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nArin smiled softly. \"I think soon. I'm able to move them a bit, and the wounds have scabbed over. As long as I can refrain from messing with them it shouldn't be more than two weeks before I can wield, a month before I can properly fight. For now, I'll have to stick to a bit of trickery to fight.\" He said, scratching his hands. \n\nHe warmed a bit of rabbit he had killed earlier, cooking it as he thought softly. \"Would you want a bite? There is plenty.\" He said, looking back up at her. He looked over at here and gestured for her to come over. \n\n\"I have a spare blanket in my pack. If you want, it might be nice to get warm.\" He said, the cold night air blowing. It wasn't too cold, but it was still cold enough that Arin's fingers were growing numb. \n\nHe sighed as he took a bite of the rabbit. To think, mere hours ago it was alive, breathing, eating, mating, enjoying its existence. Now, it was fueling Arin's. \n\n\"I thank you.\" He said softly."
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"message": "Marsila Vema \nTaemar\n\n\"I'm glad they're healing well. I was a bit worried they would become infected since Emilia left.\" She watched as he began heating the rabbit flesh over the flames before sitting herself up to move closer towards Arin. \n\nLowering beside him, Marsila's stomach rumbled from hunger as she brought her knees towards her chest and wrapped her arms against her shin. \"I'll take you up on both of those offers.\" She commented while shifting herself back when the heat became a bit too much. Even though she didn't feel the cold as Arin would, the shifter wasn't about to deny something that's been offered to her. \n\nHer brow rose when he spoke, thanking the meat in front of him which she found peculiar. \"Do you do that often? Thanking your food?\" She asked with visible confusion in her features."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar \n\nArin grinned. \"It's not really that I'm thanking the food. It's that I'm thanking the animal for giving it's life up to me. Most call me stupid for it, that these animals only exist as food, but I still do it.\" He said, handing her a half of the food before reaching into his bag and handing her the thick blanket that he carried around. It was rough on the outside, but the soft furs on the inside kept it comfortable. \n\n\"I don't expect anyone else to do it. I just don't feel death is meaningless. If we can kill animals senselessly, then what's to say humans are any different.\" He said, his face drawing a more serious picture. \n\n\"Most thank the people who prepared the food. I just skip a step and thank the animal or plant that provided it, because usually I make my own food.\" He said, before biting into another piece of meat. The smoke from the fire drifted lazily up into the sky, and Arin walked over and sat beside Marsila. \n\n\"We should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll be leaving Taemar.\" He said, leaning back onto the soft ground."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nTaemar\n\nThe fire had gone out by the time Arin awoke. A small smoke trail drifted away from the embers. Arin opened his eyes slowly, the darkness outside slowly turning to light as he began to stir. \n\n\"Of course you are awake.\" He said, noticing Marsila already sitting up. He stood up slowly, stretching his legs from the hard ground. The horses strolled nearby, calmly eating weeds as they mulled about their morning. \n\n\"You could have woke me.\" He said, walking over and kicking dirt on the embers so none of them spread to catch something on fire. It was dawn, and they had a long day of riding ahead of them. \n\n\"If we hurry, we can make it to the border by midday.\" He said, glancing around and making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. He grabbed his bag and attached it to his horse's saddle. \n\nHe looked over at Marsila and noticed her acting strangely. She wasn't her usual business self. \n\n\"You ok?\" He asked, leading their horses over."
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"message": "Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek\nBogs of Taemar\n\n\"I agree,\" Wendel chimed. \"I felt a bit like that even standing at the door. All those faces ... I'm sure I even saw Sir Heath there. I knew he was going to be there, and I could tell well enough by his hair, and his clothes, and his sister next to him. A warrior of legend, for sure, even though some call him a traitor.\" He looked down into the muck as he walked, pouting. \"And then there's me, some blow-in from the savage north, as good as low-born. You would feel like you're out of place.\"\n\nHe gazed off in what he reckoned was the direction of the city. \"Hopefully it wouldn't be too long. The royals are probably all still there, waiting to hear from us. What did you make of them while you were in there? It seemed to me like you were well-fixed into their midst.\""
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"message": "Valentine Godwin\nThe bogs of Taemar\n\n\"The royals have probably already left. As far as they're concerned they've done their job,\" Viola said, unable to hide the venom in the spit that came with her words,\"Apologies, I haven't many good words for the lot of them.\" \n\nIn her head, she went over the events of the council. How a naked woman was paraded into the room, how the objective of the council itself wasn't met...\"If they had let an academic speak instead of bickering and squabbling about marriages they might have actually gotten something done. Instead, they left it to the paladins!\"\n\n*And what a great fucking mess that turned out to be*. She could hear the screams again and she shook her head to be rid of them."
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"message": "Lyudmyla of the family Babich\nKoshmar Keep, Ostrovya \n\nThe moon shon bright on the roof of the ornamented carriage as it trundled down the wooded path. The carved angels wept under the pale light as they stood guard of the creature inside. \n\nThe journey was no longer than a day's length from Castle Babich to Koshmar keep - a once beloved winter home, and now gift, that sat deep in the south forest of Ostrovya.\n\nDuring the day the curtains had been drawn, leaving Lyudmyla in pleasant darkness. She was dressed in a crimson embroidered shift and an emerald sarafan, tied about the waist with a woven belt. Her red hair was adorned in a long black veil, not unlike one worn for a funeral.\n\nAs the carriage passed under the outer portcullis, Lyudmyla's bony hand pushed the curtain back and she gazed out into the darkness where she could see her dear Konstantin, partially illuminated in the doorway. Something in her chest tugged, a pull towards her creation.\n\nKonstantin, who came to her with such a will to survive in such a frail body, was one of the children she was proudest of. The Wyrd had helped her craft him expertly from the hollow shell of a hollow body. Muscle was made and bones cracked, skin repaired and paled and the magic in his fingers spread darker through his veins. \n\nHer child, her creature, her love.\n\nAs the carriage pulled to a stop, the driver hopped out and opened the door, it took its mistress' cold pale hand and helped her step down to the ground before the main doors.\n\n\"Kostya,\" She called,\"Come kiss your mother.\""
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"message": "Konstantin Babich\nKoshmar Keep, Ostrovya\n\nThere she stood before him, just as she had all those years ago.\n\nHe watched her step out of the carriage, her skeletal hands clasping the driver for support. The driver looked anemic, pale and sickly, but when Konstantin sniffed the air, he deduced it was from fear rather than bloodletting. She did not, after all, make a habit of bleeding the useful ones.\n\nUpon his mother's welcome, Konstantin stepped down from the doorway and embraced her, his arms wrapping serpent-like around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the taste and the chill of her flesh. Then, too slowly, he uncoiled himself and stood upright before her. \"Hello, Mother,\" Greeted Konstantin, smiling a wide-lipped smile. The brutal chasm of his mouth gradually unveiled a full set of canine teeth. \"I've missed you.\"\n\nHe beckoned her further into the light, opening the door for her to pass. \"Please, come in,\" He said. \"You must be starving.\" And so, Konstantin realized, was he. He licked his lips and motioned Mother through to the dining hall."
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"message": "Lyudmyla of the family Babich\nKoshmar Keep, Ostrovya \n\nOh, how she had missed his arms around her and the taste of him in her mouth. Gently she placed a kiss either side of his lips and took his face in her hands as she scrutinised his features - checking for any blemishes in her handwork. When she was satisfied she let her hands drop and smiled again at him.\n\nShe looped her arm around his so he could lead her inside. She could smell their dinner from the entrance already and longed to feed. It had been a long time since Lyudmyla could remember when last she had not been hungry, when her stomach wasn't like that of a bottomless void.\n\n\"I have missed you also,\" She said softly as her eyes explored the halls and took on every small change that had been done to the place,\"You must visit home more often. Your brothers and sisters miss you - Kalini as well, she sends you her love.\"\n\nThe dining hall was intimate for a castle but grand all the same, the red cloth clad table displayed a feast that made Lyudmyla's teeth yearn to sink into something.\n\n\"You've outdone yourself.\""
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"message": "Konstantin Babich\nKoshmar Keep, Ostrovya\n\nKonstantin felt Mother take his arms in hers, and he leaned into her, like a cat vying for the touch of its owner. In another life, before she had healed him of the illness which had crept its way through his tissues, he had not been a tactile man; any slight sensation made him sicker, and he recoiled from even the tiniest of movements. After Mother, all his senses became amplified. He smelled better and felt more. Her touch, greatest of all, sent shockwaves of pleasure down his spine.\n\nHe watched as she examined the interior of the castle he had come to call his home. It was a gift to him from her, and he had only changed minimal, surface-level things: new curtains, new furniture, new inhabitants. The bones of it, like all things in his life, were hers.\n\n\"Please do send Kalini and my siblings my warmest regards,\" He replied, lightly unhooking himself from her. \"You know I would love to visit home, but it is good for the family to keep this outpost occupied. And,\" He added, \"The hunt is better here.\"\n\nYes — there was something about the woods surrounding this keep that enhanced the quality of it, both the feel and the taste of the hunt.\n\nAs they walked into the dining hall, Konstantin pulled out the chair at the head of the table, waving for Mother to sit, before leisurely situating himself in the chair beside her. At her compliment regarding his work, he grinned and thanked her. The meat did look beautiful. It had never looked like this when it was still wriggling.\n\nUnlike Mother, Konstantin never forgot the names of those he slaughtered. This was Yuliya, the maid who had wanted to trick her peer into an undesired audience with him. He had plied her with wine first; typically, he wouldn't use such tactics, but he wanted Mother to enjoy the taste of it in her mouth.\n\nHe poured from the pewter chalice, watching the liquid, as deep and alluring as garnets, flow into the crystalline glasses: first Mother's, then his own. After placing it back on the table, he ran his index finger across the lip of the chalice and swiped at it, once, with his barbed tongue.\n\n\"The meat is fresh,\" He said to her. \"Just butchered.\"\n\nAs an afterthought, he glanced at the hog, whose grave countenance lent a fine centerpiece to the table. \"And the decor is fresh, too,\" Said Konstantin, gesturing to it. He felt the Wyrd carving themselves into his stomach again. The hunger was always there, even when he least expected it; this, of all things, had not worn away with age. \"Please,\" He said, finished for the moment with smalltalk. \"Let's eat.\""
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"message": "Sylus Pen had never seen Erba. A dutchy nestled in the southern reaches of the Kingdom of Terresol, the Vined Lands. The weather there was fickle, and although the winter had been cruel, spring was here. It brought a sun that bathed the land in warmth, bringing flowers to bloom and sending the farmers to prepare the summer's berry crop. Orchards fell into full bloom, sending pinkish petals along the cobblestone roads. They fell beneath the wheels of his caravan.\n\n\"Terresol in spring...\" The man remarked, his hand clutching a well shaven chin. He had never seen anything so beautiful. The woman next to him, ginger haired and half impressed, scoffed. \"I've seen dis shit a million times. Its tha same fuckin' fing every year, Sylus.\" \n\n He nudged her arm, \"Please Gitten, try and lighten up. The Gods know you could use it. When we get to Erba, we can get you situated in a nice tavern and the _adults_ can go an—\" He was cut off by the driver. The entire caravan began to cheer. On the horizon, cream colored walls rose from the earth, and the road in front of them diverged. There was another, louder celebration when they turned off the main road and made their way to Erba. \n\nThere caravan was hardly unnoticeable, five wagons, four carriages, two cages. The sides of their carts sported colorful flags, foreign designs and vibrant banners. Their tent was in the final cart, and the men in charge with setting it up were preemptively breaking it out of its boxes. Sylus was bumped out of his amazement by Gitten, who had been inquiring about the potential alcohol for the past five minutes, but only now noticed his lack of attention.\n\nThe circus had come to town."
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"message": "Evelyn adored the annual Spring festival. The winter had been long, the snow hardly relented for a week, and it had been far too long since she felt the luscious feeling of grass against her bare feet. Since she was an adult, those type of indulgences were allowed. When she was a girl it was only with her Mother in the comfort of their own backyard that she could dance, get the hem of her dress buried six inches deep in mud, and have it escape the notice of the women who taught her how to be a proper Lady since her Mother had no formal training on the subject. \n\nThis year was the first that she decided she would see the festival on her own, and he was in no position to say no to her excited dark eyes. She made him a promise to be back home before dinner, and she was with the company of a few friends who came along with their Mothers. She was in good hands. \n\nEvelyn was enjoying a cup of sweet wine, the last few barrels from the previous year were being served in anticipation and celebration of the summer berries that were soon to be planted. She couldn't help but to notice the caravan, everyone did. It very nearly brought the festival to a halt. It seemed as if the entire duchy was aware of the visitors before they'd even seen their faces properly. The Duchess wore a soft pink gown, a crown of flowers sat on top of her long chocolate braid as she sat on a rather uncomfortable bench with another Lady who snickered at the arrival.\n\n\"Who are they?\" She asked Evelyn who simply shrugged, \"I've no idea.\" The woman nudged her because she was staring, and Evelyn immediately turned her head. Evelyn sat her cup down with a short laugh, \"They won't get out of the carriage, too posh.\" Evelyn playfully rolled her eyes then took the arm of her friends to relocate where the music of the festival radiated from."
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"message": "The line of carriage pulled off to the side of the road, butting against the wall. Sylus watched Royce Leander, the older gentleman at the front of the caravan, stepped from the drivers seat and shouted up at the guards positioned above the arch. \n\n\"WHO ARE YOU?!\" They returned. Royce turned to the group and let out a quiet laugh. \"Weee—\" This gained the attention of every member of the circus troupe. They responded with a variety of answers, \n\n\"A GROUP OF MISFITS!\" \"THE GREATEST SHOW IN MARIN!\" \"A SIGHT TO BEHOLD!\" \"BRIGANDS IN DISGUISE!\" \"THE RAMSALOT ROYAL GUARD!\"\n\nRoyce silenced them all with a wave of his hand and turned back to face the gateway. \"WE ARE THE LEANDER TRAVELING TROUPE OF VARIOUS VAGABONDS AND EXOTIC ECCENTRICITIES! WE ARE THE CIRCUS, AND WE HUMBLY ASK TO SPEAK TO THE LORD OR LADY OF YOUR EMPLOY!\" \n\nHe took a bow, removing the wide brimmed hat from his balding head."
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"message": "Evelyn's arm was hooked through her friends' as they skipped around to the jovial melody of the fiddle being played at the festival. She'd been trying to keep an eye on the large group, but she lost sight of them once she faded into the crowd. She had a thin layer of sweat glistening across her skin, from dancing when a deep loud voice nearly made her jump out of her skin. \"Pardon me, Your Grace!\" The guard screamed above the music, and Evelyn swallowed hard as she looked up at him. \"Yes? What's the matter?\" The guard seemed a little uncomfortable then leaned in a little closer to speak a little more low. Evelyn's eyes lit up.\n\n\"A circus?\"\n\"That's what he says, M'lady.\" \n\"At the gates?\"\n\"Yes, M'lady.\"\n\nThe Duchess looked over at her friend, Lady Alyssa who shook her head and clutched her arm once more. Evelyn laughed, \"I must go. I couldn't have planned for a better surprise at the festival. I'll bring Col here, I'll be fine.\" Alyssa swallowed hard, \"Please wait for me to send for your Father.\" Evelyn rolled her eyes then made her way over to the gate.\n\nShe pulled the flower crown off her head, leaving a few wispy strands of her glossy chocolate hair to fly away from her braid. She still didn't bother to put on shoes, she felt safe. The guards remained at the top of the arch, several at either side of her, and as far as she could tell these people seemed to be armed with smiles and tents.\n\nUp close it didn't seem so posh. The colorful banners were inviting, she couldn't hold back her smile. \"Welcome, Travelers!\" She called to them from a safe distance, \"It is my understanding that you wish to speak with me. How can I be useful?\""
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"message": "Sylus Pen watched as a few men surrounded Royce, whispering things into his ear and slipping a bouquet of flowers into his hands behind his back. Slowly, a woman came over the arch, flanked by the guards. Sylus could hardly make her out from his position, but assumed that Royce that could see her well. In reality, The Ring Leader had to hold up the bouquet to keep the sun out of his eyes. \"FOR YOU, M'LADY!\" He shouted.\n\n\"WE HAVE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT OUR SETTING UP SHOP! WE HAVE TRAVELED FAR AND WIDE TO ERBA. WE HAVE BROUGHT YOU MANY GIFTS, INCLUDING THIS BOUQUET OF ARAEDIAN WILDFLOWERS!\" Royce took a knee, \"IT WOULD BE OUR PLEASURE, DUTCHESS EMIL—\" A man by his side knelt down and whispered something into his ear, \"DUTCHESS _EVENLYN_ WELLES, TO ENTERTAIN YOUR PEOPLE!\""
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"message": "Evelyn smiled when The Ring Leader held up the flowers. She had no idea he was simply in need of a visor. The flowers were beautiful and she wanted them, she didn't even mind the near flub of her name. She looked at her guard with a smirk then started walking forward to go take the flowers from the man who was kneeling. \n\nThe sun was certainly bright that day, but luckily for the Duchess it was behind her, so she could see them all very clearly. They were all so inviting, smiling, and she noticed the men were already breaking out a large tent. She could only laugh at that for a second and in time reached the man on his knee. \n\nEvelyn took the flowers from him then held them up to her nose for a better whiff of them. They were some of the best smelling, most vibrantly colored flowers she'd ever been presented with and she could practically see herself pressing each and every one of them into the pages of her diary. She gestured with her chin, raising it slightly to signal the man to stand up as her fingers gingerly touched the soft tips of the flowers. She smiled as she spoke, \"What excellent timing you all have. Your audience is already assembled, drunk, and therefore easily amused.\" She playfully narrowed her eyes for a second before she laughed, \"Do come in.\" She turned with her flowers to the guards then skipped back to allow them time to set up and spread the word that this year's festival was bound to be better than any other they'd seen before."
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"message": "Cyrus Pen watched as Royce turned and gave the thumbs up to the rest of the troupe. Upon receiving the signal, they cheered, whipping hats and handkerchiefs into the air. The cages, filled with exotic animals, were quickly unloaded. The tent followed suit, long wooden poles removed from the sides. Cyrus had watched it multiple times. They would have it up within the next three hours. He disembarked from the side of the carriage, Gitten in tow. The ground was soft, saturated from the recent rainfall. She grumbled about the mud fucking up her boots. Syrus, undeterred from her griping continued on through the opening gates. The inside of the city was just as beautiful, finely manicured cobble pathways snaked through tall wooden buildings. \n\nThe city of Erba was dressed similarly to their carts, flags and banners strewn from balcony to balcony. Children ran through the streets, trailing ribbons behind them. Buskers played on corners, hats upturned for any wayward coin. Cyrus fished in his pocket and threw a gold piece to the violinist. \n\n\"Wheres tha bar?\" Grumbled Gitten, sneering at a group of children that passed by her side. They hardly seemed to notice. \n\n\"Welllll...\" Syrus scanned the storefronts for any inn that would take her. He shrugged and shouted, \"WHERE'S THE BEST INN IN ERBA?\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "Terresol. The festival that appeared to garner the interest of many parties whether it be far or near, somehow holding all the attention with the fanfare and decor in honor of the Duchess Evelyn Welles herself. Typically, gatherings of this sort of degree weren't in the former twin's job description but this sort of entertainment appeared to be the perfect distraction to temporarily scatter her fast-paced thoughts, most of which were in what would be considered the catastrophically violent department. Luckily for her, putting on any sort of masquerade fell well into her ballpark, and the beauty of the landscape wasn't one to be ignored, with its charmingly ornate furnishings. As of the present, the festival itself was in the earlier stages of preparations but the outcome could be predicted to hold a level of splendor that was difficult to match at the minimum. Trailing along the grooves of the cobblestone path brought the attention of cerulean hues to each shift, indentation present in that particular kind of craftsmanship. It was a smaller detail that most people wouldn't take to but any sort of information never aimed to hurt in her experiences. Making it to the town square took a little less time than the expectancy led her to believe, but spotting characteristics that she could conclude were familiar led her to the pair that seemed to hold the most interest to her in the time being, despite the yelling drawing attention to someone who shied away from the metaphorical spotlight, \"I'm sure there are more tactful ways to find a place to stay... Or to find almost anything for that matter.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The Duchess was told that the preparation of the tent would take a few hours, and in that time it might be wise for her to at least find her shoes. More of the Duchy was showing up to view the circus, and she had to switch from wild haired and barefoot to the Duchess of Erba. Evelyn was young though, no one expected her to be put together. They didn't expect for their Duchess to look like a commoner though, so her Ladies decided to take her to a local Inn called the Rose & Crown to fix her hair and get her in a less muddy dress. \n\nEvelyn walked with the girls towards the village when she flinched at the sound of someone screaming at the top of their lungs. Evelyn widened her eyes a little as she looked over at the man screaming, \"I hear wonderful things about the food and lodging at the Rose & Crown!\" She didn't normally scream at strangers, but the streets were so filled that no one would mind."
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"author": "unclebara",
"message": "Festivals are always meant to be beautiful, wonderful and colorful signs of melding spirits. All types of people, family and stranger alike dancing to one tune that was carried throughout the charm of Erba. \n\nIf only it wasn't a collective cesspool of disgusting humans.\n\nIona drifted along the sea of bodies in harmonious laughter, eyes trained towards a fading sun as he fought against the current to find a place to rest for the night. He had no qualms against others having fun, children were a delight to watch as their excitement practically poured off themselves in bursts of trembles and yells. The littles ones always carried an innocence that the rest of humanity _lacked_. A compassion that allowed them to sympathize for others that weren't even the same species. \n\nWith quiet contemplation, Iona rested his hands behind his back, back straight, eyes closed to shield away from the fake smiles thrown his way. He _dispised_ humanity like the plague that it was no matter how many kind hearted beorics there could be, it was always outnumbered by the cruel acts most would commit. \n\n~~it's one of the reasons why he hates that wicked half of himself~~\n\nCasting a quick glance in the direction of a obnoxiously man who screamed his question of where the fairest inn would be to rest for the night - granted Iona was curious himself but he wasn't idiotic enough to voice it from the top of his lungs. With a silent sigh, he drifted further from the scene that played out like a performance."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Sylus and Gitten watched as people began to shout a variety of answers at them, with varying levels of usefulness. As Sylus was actively accounting for all of the answers thrown his way, Gitten was bust ignoring them. All except for one, made by a standoffish woman. \n\n\"Yeah right, I'll keep my fuckin' voice down when y—\" She pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. She knew that face. \" 'ay, 'ave you been spying...\" Crossed arms fell along her chest, \"Did my fuckin' bruvher send you? Because I fuckin' told him to fuck off. I can do tha Sol Job ALL on me fuckin' own. I don't need—\" Gitten then realized that in matters of business, it was often best to keep her mouth shut. She reached into the satchel at her side and fished out a small black coin. She flashed it to the woman on the corner, the silver poppy shining in the sun. If her brother did send her, she'd know to follow.\n\nThe most popular answer seemed to be the Rose & Crown. Sylus, overjoyed at his warm reception, tugged on Gitten's sleeve and urged her to come along, following not too far behind the beautiful woman that had called out to him. \"There'll be drink in it for you.\" Gitten relented, intrigued by the bribe."
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "The glint of the obsidian coin showed to her by the particularly familiar woman was more than enough to have her following in suit, not entirely paying too much attention to the rest of the situation in terms of lingering interest or any other language tossed in her direction. One thing was certain, her King and this particular person had quite the familial resemblance. If their destination was to be the Rose & Crown Inn, then so be it. Placing didn't entirely matter, especially since her purpose there isn't of any unique importance, nor was it a business matter in any sense of the word. \"I watch what I need to, but I'm not entirely here to interrupt whatever job you have going on, nor did your brother send me to... _Help.\"_ The brunette's shoulders lifted slightly, not bothering with any other offering of speech at least until their arrival. It had been a while since she'd seen the Pirate King anyway, regardless of slipping in and out to keep Mika company out of habit perhaps, a sort of comfort. In a strained way, he held similarities to something she once cared about. Pale digits pressed against the base of her chest, pushing the silver poppy of her own into her skin as a reminder, scanning the similar insignia shown to her once more. Her ties seemed to be everywhere, even with her disinterest in the mass populous."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "All of the rooms at the Rose & Crown were filled, so The Duchess was good to have to see her people at the circus as she was. The Welles estate, Meros, was located over an hour's ride from where the festival was taking place. \n\n\"At least let Anna do something with your hair,\" Lady Alyssa whined as she tucked a few wispy strands of Evelyn's hair behind her ear. Evelyn was more concerned with her beautiful flowers she was presented with earlier. She placed them on the table in front of her, \"No, primping in public would be worse than looking disheveled. Look around you, these people don't care what my hair looks like. They only care about what's in their cups.\" Lady Alyssa sighed then snapped her fingers. A plump woman came over with a pitcher of wine, and not surprisingly she didn't even pour it for them in the cups made of bone. Evelyn and Alyssa laughed, it was not at all the treatment they were used to. \n\nOutside Evelyn has made eye contact with the man shouting outside before she suggested the Rose & Crown. She didn't see him again until he walked in. She made eye contact with him again, assuming he was with the circus because he looked around the room like he'd never seen any parts of Erba before. It was just a look she could deduce... Slightly wide eyed, taking in the beauty of even an Inn in Erba was bound to make a weary traveler a little starry eyed."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten trailed behind Sylus, taking great care to keep her eyes on the woman behind them. She knew that she was a Poppy. She had probably seen her around the Maith Mansion, posing as a scullery maid or some whatever other stupid shit Bradai was dressing them up as that day. \n\nThe Rose & Crown was an attractive little tavern. The place smelt of wood and spilt ale. Five tables, complete with patrons domestic and abroad, were gaining most of the attention from the staff. It seemed to be the regular spot for any well-meaning citizen of Erba, but it was clear that they hadn't accounted for this many people. Still, spirits were high. \n\nThe bar looked like it was only supposed to sit six or seven customers, but was currently servicing twenty. Gitten pushed her way through the drunks, slamming her elbows on the hardwood and yelling for the barkeep. \"DO YE' 'AVE ANY ROOMS OPEN?\"\n\nThe barmaid turned to face the wiry ginger and shook her head. \"All occupied, ma'am. Sorry for the troub—\" Her comment was cut off by the sound of a coin bag hitting the table. \n\n\"Five gold sound alright?\" Gitten smiled, missing incisor tooth clearly on display. She was already fishing it out of her purse by the time a man at the end of the bar called out. He informed her that he was the proud owner of the largest room in the tavern, and if she wanted it, he'd happily give it to her for three extra gold. She rolled her eyes, removed three extra pieces of gold, and held them in her hand. \"If you can beat me in fight, dere all yours.\" The farmhand stood from his place at the bar and rolled up his sleeves. \n\nGitten turned to the Poppy and winked. \"Its been too fuckin' long...\" She mumbled."
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "There was absolutely no doubt that the recognition carried both ways at that point, the two of them more than aware of what position the other occupied as well as the meaning that it held. Granted, the poppy was a little more poised and flexible at the moment yet she didn't have any intentions, whether it be good ones or that of malcontent— nothing straying too far from a general lingering curiosity. She'd give the tavern it's due credit, the smaller finishings sweet in a sort of way along with the spirit of the upcoming festival high in the systems of the many people that seemed to have a similar idea that night. Sapphire hues widened by just a tad as the other woman forced her way through to the people in charge, even challenging them to the minimal prize they wanted to claim. Pale limbs crossed over her chest as the challenge for a brawl ensued, a more subtle smile playing on her lips. Knowing her, the people here hardly stood a chance, and that was before they chose to find themselves in an inebriated manner. Her assistance was far from required. This would just be entertaining to watch, giving the woman the ample amount of space she needed before finding herself a drink to nurse all the same, \"I have a high belief that I'm already aware of how this will turn out. But have your fun, because I've been dying for a little chaos.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten turned away from the bar and made her way to the floor. There was a piece of space between the bar and the tables, but as word of the wager spread throughout the tavern. The area was cleared, and the room grew hush, even the lively sounds of violin and accordion stopped. The woman turned around, confused at the lack of excitement. Everyone seemed deathly afraid, with the exception of the Poppy, who had nestled herself into a corner and managed to get refreshments before the show began. \n\n\"What...?\" She said, aloud to the patrons of the Rose & Crown. Her eyes scanned the crowd, who were waiting on baited breath for something to happen. \"Wheres da fuckin' music, boys? You mean to tell me vhat you all don't listen to music when y—\" Her eyes narrowed, catching the reflection of her opponent in one of the metal tankards. The woman immediately fell to her knees, feeling the punch whizz by her head. Her hand shot out, gripping the handle of the tankard and swinging it upwards into the man's jaw, sending a fountain of ale and blood across the room in an arc. \n\nSuddenly, the room burst into cheers and the music struck up again, louder than ever. The farmhand stumbled backwards, hand pressed to his mouth. He spit out a tooth and threw it on the ground before lunging at Gitten, who threw her head back in a joyous war cry and threw herself into the man."
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "There was always something so innately _beautiful_ about the spilling of blood, the color, the viscosity. It was a constant that never changed, pumped throughout the body until it completed what it needed to only to start all over again. And then there was the excitement that graced the audience when it broke free of its restraints, the sound of fanfare as accompaniment just an added bonus to the scene that chose to display itself in a completely picturesque way. Perhaps it was a dollop of resentment that was lost almost as soon as it was found, the inability to leave behind a display and roam free as the woman did, charging towards the man that had no hopes of coming out the other side intact. The fight was over before it started, and the aftermath was just a gruesome perk. It had never been about the money, they'd had enough of it to spare but this was irreplaceable and simultaneously priceless. The brunette didn't flinch throughout the entirety of it, not bothering to comment at a sign of restraint either, or comment at all until it was near over— she didn't see the point. It was in their blood, this fire that wouldn't be doused regardless of situation or circumstance combined with an instinct that wasn't easy to be recreated through artificial means. \"You enjoyed yourself quite well.\" She stated in a muted tone, enough for her to be heard while still letting the buzz of the background blanket over the distracted majority, \"Anything else you want to indulge in at the moment?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten slapped the five coins into the farmhand's grasp and sent him on his way. He had fought valiantly, she would later tell them, but there was something about the stock of an Isles woman that a bunch of mainlanders were apt to underestimate. A few men bought her drinks, and she would take all of them, tucking two in either one of her hands and tucking the other three close to her chest. Slowly, in an attempt not to spill any of her spoils, she sauntered to the Poppy, who hadn't moved from her spot. She clinked their drinks together, sending a bit of ale over her freckled arm. \"Second room, on tha right. Go up dere, make yourself comfortable. Its important dat you stay inconspicuous, Gods only _know_ dis place is crawling wiff Araedian spies.\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "A brow rose at the suggestion as well as the sudden burst of necessary exclusion from the world. It wasn't news that she blended into the shadows without trying but considering her current occupational status, she'd taken to quite a few things in a far more cavalier way. The suggestion has rosy buds pursed into a thin line before she drained her drink, gaze falling at the copious amount of alcohol the other planned to cart away all the same. Taking hold of another glass more full of it's contents, she raised it with a soft exhale towards Gitten's words, turning on her heal in a manner so fluid it was surreal, \"Anyone in here who's actually coherent enough to notice was most likely too distracted by you to pay any sort of attention to me. And I mean that in a good way.\" She shrugged, slipping into the room she was intended to soon after."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "A freshly emptied tankard was dropped to the floor and another one took its place. She had three left. \"Yeah, I _know_ its a good fing. I'm fuckin outstand—\" The Poppy quietly exited the conversation. \n\nShe made her way over to the table, where Sylus was sitting. \" 'ello, friend.\" She said, spilling some beer against the back of his coat. \"If you need me, I'll be upstairs...\" She leaned in close, her breath reeking of cheap alcohol, \"_wiff a broad._\" She sat back up and passed off one of the tankards in front of her traveling partner. \"So, you know, come in if you want to see me.\" Gitten turned back around, giving Sylus a quick glance, \"See me NAKED.\" She threw her head back and cackled."
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "The room was lavish in its own right, probably the reason behind the marked up pricing that began the whole brawl in the first place. The decor was unique to its place, and the poppy nursed the goblet caged in her fingers as she perused through the fixings that had been left behind. She'd had an inkling that there was information to receive, but what about is where her answers drew a blank. The animosity between this girl and her brother seemed to stretch to an unquantifiable rate, but at this point, she wasn't someone who truly desired getting involved in the first place so she was pretty much intent on learning whatever it was that she could in the time being."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "His timing had been off on his arrival in Terresol. He's assumed by the time he arrived in Sol, Queen Lane would have returned, but he was told that she hadn't returned yet. Of course he was welcomed to stay, but he accepted the dismissal and requested a letter to be sent his way at Erba the moment she arrived. It wasn't worth the trip to return home to Cromizon if she was on her way back, but of course that information wasn't disclosed to him. \n\nSo he set course for Erba, intending to drop in on Brandon Welles, an older friend than the man deserved to have. The ride wasn't awful, and when he arrived in the rented carriage he was immediately questioned by the Welle's guards. His papers were handed over, and he wasn't held up long before he was allowed to enter the estate. \n\nPrince Brandon Welles had a reputation much like his own, only he'd managed it sooner and much more heavily than Connor had seemed to. By the time he was twenty-five, he'd firmly spread the rumor of his harem through Amoroth, and had gained a decent amount of applications to be a part of the playboy's harem. Brandon didn't quite have a harem, but it wasn't for lack of trying. He just didn't exactly have a place to hide them away, but every time Connor saw Brandon he felt like the man was beating the packs of women off with sticks. \n\nThe Cromizonian Duke shrugged off his coat once inside, and was taken to a waiting room to be received."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Prince Brandon was sat in his Father's study, trying his best to look interested when Connor arrived. The Grand Duke, Edwin Welles, had two children. Upon his death, Erba would fall under the jurisdiction of his first born, and as much as he tried to rewrite history to make his daughter his first born child... The first was sitting in front of him. The Duke and Prince rarely saw eye to eye, but Edwin hadn't given up on Brandon just yet. Whenever The Prince wandered back from from extensive sailing trips, weeks out in the local brothel, or wherever he decided to call home for a spell, Edwin always updated him on the current events and issues in Erba. Underneath the Princes' extensive list of vices was quite a brilliant young man, and his father knew it. Brandon always had the gift of connecting with people, and even though his reputation labeled him as a immature playboy... His father took solace in the fact that he was too selfish and neglectful to ever try to build a harem of his own. \n\nWhen it was announced that the Duke of Cromizon was waiting to be received by the Prince Brandon's eyes lit up. Edwin sighed. Brandon laughed, \"I swear to you I did not plan this. He took a risk in even thinking I was at home.\" Edwin rolled his eyes, \"Go.\" \n\nBrandon entered the sitting room off the entryway where Connor was sitting, \"I'm almost secure enough in my masculinity to kiss you, but best not push me to my limits. You look well. I'm glad you're here, let's go.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Prince Brandon was the one to greet him finally, and he stood upon seeing him. \"I didn't expect you to actually be here, I was half expecting to hear you were knee deep in women halfway across the world.\" Connor smirked, and when Brandon mentioned testing limits he snorted. The quick welcome and immediate offer to get out of there was enough, and Connor moved to follow the Prince out of the castle. \n\nIf Brandon was in a rush it was most likely because he was trying to skip out on some diplomatic affair, and Connor wasn't bothered by that. He himself had been up to his knees in affairs, and he was hoping Brandon would have the cure in form of spirits and some entertaining stories. He wasn't quite allowed to be as free as he had been four years ago, and with a title and a duchy on his hip, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to slip away from home anymore."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten sauntered up the stairs and across the balconies that looked down onto the bottom floor. She rather liked this bar. She rather liked _Erba_, come to think of it. Of course, she had just won a fight and received copious amounts of ale for her efforts so, what was there to hate? Slowly, she faded from view, making her way through the upper level of the Rose & Crown. The second door on the right, she reminded herself. Leaning awkwardly to the side, she used her slippery, beer covered elbow and opened the handle of the door before kicking it open with her foot.\n\nThe room was impressive. It was designed to resemble what, to a common person, a noble bedroom might look like. An \"Ornate\" Rug lay in the center of the room, a simple table and two chairs were positioned by the window sill, a circular wooden table and chairs was positioned by the balcony, complete with a single yellow rose in a tiny glass vase. A lone drink cart sat in the corner. The sheer white curtains of the canopy bed fluttered gently in the breeze coming in from the open double doors. To the discerning eye, it would be considered kitschy and insincere. To Gitten, it was a _palace_. \n\n\" 'Dis is fancy livin', ay? What did a girl like me 'ave ta do to deserve a pl— Are 'dose strawberries?\" She quickly made her way to the drink cart and began eating from the platter of food."
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "The door opening presented an interruption from a sense of the company that seemed to cloud her more often these days, cerulean hues flitting to find the source of the sound before leaning against the wall with raised brows, drink perfectly caged in porcelain digits. There were a plethora of places she'd visited, from Astoria to the Witherlands and grandeur wasn't lacking in any abode despite the differences in decorating style the land of colors had chosen in comparison to the icy wonderland but somehow they'd all managed their own charms. Watching the other woman's interest shift from the alcohol she'd been prepared to imbibe to the scarlet fruits set along the table, she nursed her own drink with a svelte sort of practiced ease, \"You tend to enjoy the smaller things, don't you?\" She muttered quietly, watching the other devour whatever there was to offer, \"I'm assuming you brought me in here for a reason? Care to fill me in?\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten spun around, hands covered in a light pink film. \"Yeah...\" She said, with a full mouth, bending over to fiddle with the straps on her boots. \"You're a Poppy. And on top uff 'dat...\" She had been making her way to the bed when she realized she left the remaining two tankards on top of the drink cart. She swiftly rectified her mistake, setting one on the nightstand and the other on the floor while she sat on the edge of the bed, shaking off her boots. They fell to the ground and the pirate crossed her legs, placing the tankard in her lap and leaning her back against one of the bedposts. She swallowed the rest of the strawberries, \"I recognize you. I recognize you from somewhere and its freakin' me out.\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "\"To be fair, the fact that I'm a Poppy should be quite a familiarizing thing, considering I work for your brother.\" The brunette pointed out, draining her glass before setting it aside. She wasn't a stranger to some people, they'd known who she was because they'd crossed paths with her but this person wasn't entirely someone she'd carried much business with if any. \"There's a high possibility that you could have known my sister though— we tended to look incredibly similar and have often been confused for one another.\" Her voice remained even, the sting dull after the elapsed time. It had been buried a while back, and she'd continued living, even when work was no longer a part of the equation."
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"message": "Bran nodded when Connor said he expected him to be knee deep in women, \"I don't even know what I'm supposed to picture for that, but if you would have arrived a few days ago you'd be right. I've just ended a journey, and my Sister begged me to stop home for a few weeks. The winter weather has her indoors more often, and she was longing for company. She's now off to tea with Lady Whomever while I'm stuck with a lecture about every stone that's rolled over in Erba in the past 6 months...\" He stopped talking to rub his forehead. He was rambling, and that wasn't like him. To be fair, he hadn't slept in about 3 days, so being a little all over the place wasn't really that surprising to him. His ship was freezing at night during the winter, it made it hard to sleep and he normally had problems with that anyway. He cut himself off long enough to laugh shortly before he gestured with his head towards the door.\n\n___ \n\nConnor knew Bran well. Of course he was going to take comfort in the form of spirits. There was a secluded little brothel that was incredibly expensive a very short ride from Meros, and Brandon had a way with his guards. He told them to stay at home or he'd make them watch... From past experience they knew he wasn't joking so the older guards just let him go, following at a distance or not at all.\n\nThe ale in Erba was excellent. It was dark, a stout, but with a hint of sweetness that lingered on your tongue. Bran could drink gallons of it, and it was one of the things that he was happy to come home for. The girls poured them both large goblets of the ale in their receiving room that was always empty in the day time. There were colorful sheer curtains hanging overhead and plush seating. The girls were fully dressed in their loose fitting gowns, and the Duke and Prince were the only customers so early in the day.\n\nBrandon was halfway through his ale when he asked Connor, \"What brings you to this particularly lovely little duchy, My Marquis?\" Bran rubbed his eyes then laughed shortly, \"I know you're a Duke now, but My Duke doesn't have the same ring to it. Dear Duke? Darling Duke?\" He laughed as he went for his ale again."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Both of those are terrible, I won't take offense to remaining 'My Marquis' to you. And you can take comfort in knowing that no one else will ever call me that again.\" He gave a small smirk, adjusting a bit in his seat to let his legs stretch onto the colorful rug beneath his boots. The warm colors were inviting, and the warmth of the fire was so intense it make anyone _wish_ they were nude. Most likely for the comfort of the women who worked in the brothel, but he appreciated it himself. \n\n\"I have business with Queen Lane. Unfortunately, she wasn't available when I requested to see her, and from what I could get from her staff she's not due to return for a few more days.\" Connor lifted his ale with a small smile, \"Which means you get to play host until I can attend my meeting with the Queen.\" The dark haired man laughed, and took a long drink from his goblet, his thumb catching the corner of his lips where a drop threatened to roll down his chin. \n\n\"If Evelyn was so intent on having you home, why aren't _you_ attending her tea parties?\""
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"message": "She nodded in response to the mentioning of her sister. \"Yeah thats... You're the one. Adonia's sister. How are you?\" She cleared her throat, bringing the tankard to her lips and finished off the full glass. \"Dat must've been ruff fer you. I'm uh... Sorry she 'ad to go and do what she did.\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "\"It's an occupational hazard that we both were very aware of. I just didn't think one would survive when the other had fallen.\" She shrugged, her tone even and free of cracks or any other hint of pain, \"I... Moved on, even though the King believed I needed time for mourning. Maybe he was right, but I haven't talked to him about it in the slightest so I suppose I'm meant to be satisfied with my own answers for the time being.\""
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"message": "\"Occupational 'azard? Well yeah, I guess dat 'appens when you...\" Gitten cut herself off and smiled weakly. \"Did you uhm...\" Gitten leaned over the side of the bed and placed the tankard on the ground, drying off the palms of her hands on the legs of her pants. \"Did you ever fink 'dat you'd be tha one to outlast 'er? I could 'ardly imagine losing a sibling.\" A boldfaced lie. If she had a copper peice for every time she imagined running Bradai through with a cutlass, she'd have at least one gold piece. If not two. She determined that she would do it for two gold pieces."
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"message": "\"I don't think either one of us deserves to survive in all honesty.\" She added after a thoughtful pause, a sense of dark humor coating her words with slick paint. \"We're monsters, from the cradle to the grave, but no. I'd always thought I'd go out first.\" It was an accurate assumption made on her part, \"She'd been so much more involved in the world, enjoyed it so much more. She'd have fun with the bits that made stomachs turn. It was as simple as that, and I perhaps just as quick too. I suppose it's strange to be a pair and suddenly only have one though.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "\"Well... I was 'da one tasked wiff finding 'er body and bringin' it back and preparing it for your boss so...\" She sat back and closed her eyes, \"If you need any questioned asked, please don't 'esitate. It's probably almost prepared by 'dis point. A few uff your coworkers were 'dere, and 'da 'ole fing 'as been kept under wraps so... Its not like your sister's reputation 'as been ruined after 'da fact.\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "That had her hues flashing for a moment, so fast that it would have been missed unless the person knew what to look for— and most people lacked in that category. Perks of being unknown, perhaps. \"What... Exactly were you presented with when you found it?\" The brunette questioned, her fingers fiddling the the fabric that covered her frame. She'd been itching to do more, spill blood even. The stasis didn't sit well with her."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "She, with eyes still closed, gestured vaguely with her hand, letting it roll around on her wrist. \"She was shot to bits. Crossbows n' all 'dat. We uh... We did find 'da notes, which is what we were lookin' for in 'da first place. Including tha ones we 'ad sent 'er as a decoy.\" She realized she probably should be more sensitive about the subject, \"It wasn't, you know, in 'er face or anyfing. It was mostly in 'er legs and chest. She bled out, by what I could tell.\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "War was war, and in the vocation that any Poppy held, that happened to be at all times without restraints or barriers. Physical pain was something the twins had gained an immunity to long before— it was the only way they'd been so inventive and skilled in the injury they themselves had inflicted, \"She did her job. That's what matters. What happens next, anyway?\" The woman tended not to stick around for the death since it appeared a shroud around her anyway, but curiosity managed to get the better of her just this once."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Gitten placed a hand on the back of her neck, feeling indebted to Althea to open her eyes and look at her. \"Well... Normally, Bradai doesn't tend to 'da bodies of trait—\" She swallowed hard, looking down at the bottom of her empty tankard, and then to the full one on the nightstand. It could wait, \" 'e made an exception for you. 'e said 'dat you do good work, and 'dat you didn't deserve 'dis. I brought tha body back, and we had tha body prepared. 'er bones 'ave been preserved, nice and white. If you want tha skull, just let my bruvher know. 'e'd do it in an 'eartbeat.\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "Pearls grazed against her rosy lower bud as she watched every word the other woman chose to utter, along with her quieter demeanor she'd taken to in a relatively smooth transition. The Poppy had figured that care would have been taken, measures she'd... Demanded once. Knowing her position was the only thing that allowed her to believe she'd get away with it in that one moment and she'd been right, \"I wouldn't know what to do with it— I'd ask him to keep it... Or do what he thinks is right with it— her— All of it.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "\"In tha Isles we keep tha skulls. My bruvher 'as like... Twenty in 'is office. Tha glabella...\" She placed the tip of her pointer finger between her eyebrows, \"Where all tha pieces of your 'ead meet, its totally unique. Everyone 'as a different one. We put skulls on everyfing. Sigils, flags, wax seals, fuckin' everyfing. Vhats why we don't have crypts. We 'ave city catacombs. Saves a lot uff space. Where are you from?\" It should've been apparent now that Gitten loved the human skeleton. \"If I were you, I'd keep it. Or anyfing uff 'ers. You guys were friends, right?\""
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"author": "darkvalentine",
"message": "\"I don't think I'd count as being from anywhere.\" She replied nonchalantly, the question rarely asked to her from anyone who survived, \"But if you're asking where we were born, that'd be Araedia. Our story isn't a pleasant one, certainly not worth rehashing.\" There was nothing in terms of nostalgia she'd kept. Being labeled as a monster was a lifetime banner she'd embraced as soon as consciousness had formed, \"I don't do mementos. The only thing I've actually kept is the necklace that hangs around my neck, the insignia that describes my life. We're best friends, and sister, but I don't need any sort of token to remind me of it.\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan sits in his house, a small estate in one of the better neighbourhoods in Sol. He sits upon a plush couch, not very pretty, but incredibly comfortable. He stares lazily at a wall, pondering, before saying to himself, \"I should get a tapestry of myself on that wall.\" No one replies, because, of course, he's alone. After a few more minutes of staring at a wall, he stands up, and gets ready to go outside. He puts a set of traveler's clothes on, a purple coat setting his appearance aside from the commoners. He grabs his harp and his ocarina, heading out the door. He begins playing his ocarina, dancing across the uneven cobblestone as he plays a chipper tune. A small crowd begins to watch Yohan play, mesmerized by the elegance of his movements, despite the less than ideal surface. The crowd grows bigger, approximately 30 men, women, and children watching his performance. The song ends with a quick flourish of his ocarina, and he raises his arms into the air, welcoming applause."
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The crowd overall seemed pleased with the performance of the bard, with several children pointing and grinning. Wives gave soft chuckles, men nodded their heads in approval of good entertainment while they were out and about. As he finished and raised his arms up, there was a round of light clapping. After all, a thunderous round of applause was hardly suited for the city streets of Terresol. The crowd thinned as families returned to their errands, men returned to their work, and children returned to their play. A few watched in wonder before taking off, although one young woman stood with her arms behind her back. \n\"Interesting. Where did you learn to play?\"\nHer voice was low. It was hardly a soprano, but more of an alto of sorts, and her features showed an edge of maturity not common in many young women these days. Younger ages were far more appealing, and so many wore makeup to look younger. This woman appeared to be older than what she was - looking to be around 20 or so. Her hair was pulled back, and her gathered lockes fell around her back in curls. Her body wore a dress, though it was more of a middle class sort, made of modest material and with a somewhat loose fit. Her lips turned upwards into a smile, and a twinkle of interest flickered in her sapphire gaze. \n\"It's been quite a while since I've seen the streets as lively as that. How long have you been here?\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan grins, impressed with the positive feedback. \"Well, ma'am, I'm what you might call 'self taught.' I never had a musical teacher, I've just always been good at this.\" He pockets his ocarina, his harp hanging on his back. \"I've been in town for about 4 years, but I've only recently started playing in the streets.\" Yohan puts his hand on his chest, and cordially says \"My name is Yohan. What might yours be?\""
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The girl blinks, raising her eyebrows in unhidden surprise. \"Oh, is that so? I've lived here since I was born, but it's sad to think I've never seen you,\" She says, tapping her cheek in thought. A self-taught man, similar to herself, although her talent was... A little more rough. She tried not to let it weigh on her mind, and her attention was snagged as he put his hand on his chest, a peculiar gesture to her. This man seemed... Dramatic? Vain? Her lips curled into a smile, and she released a light chuckle. It was like he was acting on a stage right before her. \"It's a pleasure to know the name of the musician who brought entertainment to Terresol - oh, my name?\" She blinked a bit in hesitation. \"I'm not sure, father says I shouldn't give my name to strange men... And you *Definitely* Seem peculiar, Yohan.\" Her words were accompanied by a light smirk and a playful gaze, and she even crossed her arms to complete the ensemble. \"Do you have any connections? Friends who might say you aren't strange?\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan chuckles, and looks endearingly at her. \"First of all, I am strange. You just watched me perform, unannounced, in these dirty streets. Second, you listen to what your father says? How old are you?\" He looks down for a moment, embarrassed. \"And... No. I don't have many friends.\""
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The girl steps forward, tilting her head slightly. \"You're quite peculiar, though I don't appreciate you calling my kingdom's streets 'dirty', Yohan. I doubt her Highness would, either.\" There was a dangerous air about her for a moment, but then it disappeared with a smile. \"My father is a very smart man, so I do my best to heed his words. Although...\" The girl taps her arm in thought, eyeing Yohan up and down and taking in his appearance. \"I don't believe I've seen your face on any Wanted posters recently. So, I'll disobey father just this once... If you can beat me at a game. Do you agree to my terms, fair musician of Terresol?\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan's eyes went wide as he asked \"These are your streets? I apologize if I offended you. I only meant to offend those who dirtied them.\" He relaxed slightly, feeling the woman eye her up and down. \"Well, I do enjoy games, though I don't run blindly into a game. What are the terms, and what is the game?\" He looked intrigued, his arms crossed."
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The woman grinned. Smart man - clearly he had a good head on his shoulders. \"If you've been living here for 4 years, surely you know your city by now. The game is easy - Tag. Count to 10, and see if you can find me and tag me. If you can, I'll give you my name and I'll even tip you for your time. How does that sound?\" She leaned forward, peering into his face curiously. Her eyes twinkled with delight at the thought of having a game with stakes involved."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan looked amused, and thinks for a moment. \"And if I lose? Will your father set his dogs upon me? Will I have to give you all of my instruments?\" While he talked, he looked around, trying to find any common hiding spots the woman might try to run to."
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "She gave a soft frown. \"Ah, ah, ah! No cheating!\" She reached a hand out and tapped his cheek, just enough to grab his attention. \"If you lose, and I win... Then you have to perform in the streets every day, and you have to make sure to never ever litter the streets with trash,\" She said after a moment of thought. This game was just a way to help her keep busy while her father was working. She'd never been able to play like this when she was a child, so perhaps she was making up for lost time. \"Well, Yohan the bard, do we have a deal?\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan grinned, shrugged and said \"I believe we do.\" He closes his eyes, and covers them with his hands, listening for the woman's footsteps. \"10...9...8...\" He wondered why the woman wanted to play such a childlike game.. She certainly looked like an adult, though appearances could be deceiving."
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The girl grinned in return, and as he began to count, she took off towards the deeper parts of the city. He would hardly be able to hear her footsteps amongst those of the townsfolk, and she highly doubted he would be able to spot her among the crowds. Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran, dress flowing around her ankles as she ran, and she finally stopped in front of a market stand. He'd definitely finished at this point, and was likely on her heels. She only stopped to purchase a hooded cape and pulled it over her shoulders before going deeper into the crowd. Why was this... So fun? The anticipation of getting caught, the desire to win... It was so fun, and what made it better was knowing that stakes were involved. She released a laugh as she jogged further into town, turning before she reached another street entertainer who seemed to be juggling torches."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan finished counting and began taking off in the general direction of where the woman ran. He took quick glances into alleyways, trying to spot her. He ran into the same marketplace as her, searching for her in the crowds. He looked around, trying to find the woman, getting caught up in the game. At one point he walked right up to her, not noticing her, and walked right by her."
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The girl grinned as he walked past her, and she even had the audacity to shout. \n\"You'll have to be sharper than that!\" Her voice carried over the crowd towards him before she took off running, diving in and out of the personal bubbles of strangers. She stumbled and managed to catch the corner of a building, using it to swing her momentum and carry her down a side alleyway. She was lucky to find a wooden ladder, likely used by the shopkeep to get to the roof for cleaning, and she scaled the building by the rungs of the ladder. By the time she reaches the roof, she stops to catch her breath for only a moment."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan jumped in surprise, then ran after her, pushing past commoners, right on her heels. He skidded past the alley, ran back, and followed her, though she was most of the way up the ladder by the time he had reached the bottom. He climbed up, calling \"You've already lost, mystery woman! Your arrogance gives you away!\""
},
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "\"Have you even looked at your position?\" She called, holding a hand on the top of the ladder and threatening to push it over. \"My, what trust you seem to have in me!\" While the idea to throw the ladder crossed her mind, she instead turned and ran again, although she paused at the end of the building. Could she make the jump? She was certain she could, but how harsh of a scolding would she get from her father later if she missed it? She gave a smirk to herself and removed her cape, holding it out to Yohan like a matador might for a bull. \"Well, music boy? What have you got?\" If he charged forward blindly, she'd wrap him in the cap and run back for the ladder."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan approached slowly, his hands up. \"Don't take me for a fool, miss. You might have been able to make that jump when you were running, but if you try now, you'll almost certainly break your leg.\" He was definitely bluffing, hoping he could instill a sense of fear in her, trying to stop her from jumping."
},
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "The girl leaned forward with a mischievous grin, although she finally dropped her arms. \"Alright, alright, you caught me,\" She admitted, pulling the cape back over her shoulders. \"My name is Estelle Smythe, daughter to Victor Smythe. He's an apothecary here in town,\" She said, digging around a pocket in her dress. She pulled out five gold coins, and held them out. \"And here, for your playing, like we agreed.\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction as Estelle surrendered. He outstretched his hand and closed her palm, saying \"I don't need any more gold, Estelle. I'm already as rich as I need to be.\" He looked at her quizzically, then asked \"Why did you propose a game of tag? I'd expect the daughter of a wealthy man such as Mr. Smythe would propose a more intellectual game, such as chess.\""
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "Estelle frowned, but took her coin back and placed it in her pocket once more with a sigh. \"Those are boring. Besides, if we played chess, it would have ended much faster.\" The smile on her lips made it clear she was teasing him. \"I'm an only child, so there aren't too many people for me to play with. Besides, you seemed to be willing, so I thought it could be fun.\" She reached forward and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. \"Thanks for playing, Yohan! Let's play again sometime?\" She called as she waved behind her, her feet walking her towards the ladder."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan grinned again as Estelle kissed him, then called out \"Oh, I look forward to it, Miss Smythe. But how will we meet again, if it has taken me 4 years to meet you once?\" He walked to the edge of the building, watching her climb down the ladder, and sat on the ledge."
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"author": "justasquid",
"message": "Estelle blinked for a moment, as if it hadn't occurred to her. She could have said something more whimsical, like 'fate' or 'the winds will bring us together', but she said something else. \"You stand out quite a bit, Yohan, and you said this was your first time in the streets. I don't think it will be an issue,\" She said with a light laugh just as both of her feet hit the ground. \"If I don't find you within the month... Ask around. The townspeople know me,\" She said before jogging off and blending into the crowd."
},
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan nodded, and watched her leave, before lying down on the roof and beginning to slowly play his harp, an accompaniment to a waltz he had performed at about a month ago. After a few minutes of practicing, he slid down the ladder and walked back to his house, hanging his instruments on his wall once he arrived."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She couldn't help herself as she glared daggers towards the back of Feliciano's head. Her slim fingers curled up into a balled fist before she made her way out of her small cottage with her bag full of goodies and supplies over her shoulder. The sound of the door hinges scraping against each other due to rust filled Katrina's ears as she closed the door to her cottage. She needed to find a new place to live but with the money she earned as a living, it was not quite possible. Perhaps this 'adventure' she was blackmailed into joining would provide her with enough coin to either fix her house up or find a new home. Even though her house was breaking down, Katrina had enough important belongings in her home that she couldn't risk being stolen. Whilst her hand was still on the frame and the other wrapped around the lock of the door, the young mage began to mutter a few sentences in a foreign tongue. Every word that left her lips, a green hue began to mist over her hand and the door of the cottage. The protection ward didn't take long to be placed and it gave Katrina enough reassurance that nobody would be able to break into her home while she was gone. \n\nShe began to feel slightly light headed after the simple spell and as usual, a trickle of blood began to drip from her nose. Her hands shakily slipped their way into the pocket of her bag and pulled out a handkerchief so the crimson liquid wouldn't stain onto her dress then raced after Feliciano. Fortunately for Katrina, the man she started to despise was walking at a slow enough pace for her to catch up to him without struggle. \"So where exactly are we going? Do you even have a plan for when we find this beast?\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Feliciano took another bite from the apple he had taken from the mage's home. This was to be his breakfast, it wasn't a great one, but it would last. He could hear the mage whisper an incantation onto her door. He could not discern what it was but he knew that the woman's reckless use of magic, as she'd just done, is how he was able to blackmail her in the first place. Taking another bite of the apple he looked back at the mage in her mess of a dress, waiting for her. Of course what he did to the dress and said about it was complete bullshit, but Katrina couldn't argue, it was done for his own entertainment. \n\nOnce Katrina caught up, his walking speed returned to a more normal pace, \"Our ultimate goal is Argos, or more specifically Quench Lake. Our more immediate goal is the Brass Gladiator on the way to Greenwall.\" Having traveled all over Terresol for work, Feliciano was vaguely familiar with the the Brass Gladiator, visiting it a few times when traveling between Korkou and Greenwall. It was the only thing around for miles on the road between the cities, but it was a great rest stop."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The bleeding only lasted a couple minutes to Katrina's luck. The side affects of using her abilities always came in different forms, ranging from nose bleeds to loss of consciousness. In rare cases when her power was overestimated, her body would fall into a cardiac arrest that endangered her life. That had only happened once when she was a barely an adult, her father had fallen to an illness that took his life and Katrina attempted necromancy in hopes to bring him back. Unfortunately she hadn't been strong enough to bring her father back to life and instead, almost killed herself in the process. If it hadn't been for her mother, Katrina would have been buried six feet under. \n\nFocusing back on the task at hand, Katrina noticed that to her dismay, her dress was constantly catching onto a breeze. To fix this problem, She was forced to hold onto the sides of her dress by her thighs so the material wouldn't raise high enough to flash the man beside her. \"So what is this Brass Gladiator?\" She asked, genuinely confused while only recognising the name of the cities he mentioned. She didn't know much about Terresol even though she had lived there most her life here. Katrina never left Korkou, until feliciano blackmailed her into doing so. She enjoyed living where she did and didn't find any reason to leave the one place she felt safe in, due to her growing up most of her life in the city."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan spends another day in Sol, lounging around his house, before growing bored and heading out into the city streets. He takes his harp, and walks out to a bustling city square. He walks up to a large water fountain, stands up on it, and begins to play, an energetic and fast paced song, as he carefully walks on the fountain, trying not to fall in, purposefully almost falling just to get a reaction out of the audience"
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "In said bustling city square, a man stands behind a hastily made stand, wearing odd goggles on his head and a red mask covering his mouth and nose that emits thin plumes of grey-white smoke, smelling of Cornupulous flowers and dehydrated Grethin berries. A common combination that staves off minor colds and other sicknesses, usually passed from person to person passing by. \n\nOn his stand sits a plethora of potions, sitting in glass bottles of all shapes and sizes, from simple little vials of thin liquid to a large bubbling pot sat atop a small fire nescled into a metal frame. He doesn't make many sales, only selling a few bottles every now and then, but more people are interested in the bubbling pot- a sign rests in front that says \"Pure health potion\". In reality it's little more than a body cleanser, but the name is what has people interested."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan's song finishes, and he jumps off of the fountain, receiving a fair amount of applause. He bowed dramatically, loving the attention and praise. After the crowd disperses, he walks through the square, buying a bottle of port for when he gets home. In the time that he'd gained some wealth, he'd found himself getting accustomed to fine cuisine, especially fine wine. He continues looking through the square, until he arrived at a haggard stand with some odd concoctions on it.\n\nHe picks up the health potion, and examines it. \"What does this potion do, my good sir?\" He looks at the man, at first taken aback by the mask on his face, but disregards it, taking it for something medical, such as an inhaler or a mask to prevent contagious diseases."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Greetings, bard\" The Alchemist says from behind his mask as the musical fellow approaches, acknowledging his bottle of port with a glance before returning his attention to the man. \"Interested in the bottle, are we?\" Danico extends an upturned hand over the group of bottles, gesturing to the wide selection between the two. \"Anything take your fancy? I've got a more specialized selection today.\"\n\nAs he picks up one of the small vials with a tester of the potion contained in the pot, Danico leans forward to point to the name of the potion. \"That is a health booster. Will return you to good health in no time that one. Just beware of the minor side effects.\" He continues with a chuckle, the small plumes of smoke bellow a little from his sudden exhaled laugh. \"Just drink it first thing in the morning and it'll have you feeling refreshed in a couple days.\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan laughs nervously, as he looks at the bottle more carefully. \"What kinda of side effects? I wouldn't want to grow a vestigial tail or anything like that.\" He looks over the other potions, his nose wrinkling at all the different smells."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico chuckles at his mention of growing a tail, \"Oh nothing like that.\" He says, composing himself for a moment before continuing. \"Let's just say you had best have a long drop ready.\" He continues, again with a soft chuckle. \"But do not be worried by its side effects, it is completely harmless I assure you.\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "He did not go out of his way to peek underneath the windswept dress, but he did make glances. Until she fixed it that is. If it weren't obvious by this point, while a despicable man and very unchivalrous, there were some lines that he wouldn't cross.\n\n\"The Brass Gladiator is a popular rest stop for those travelling between Korkou and Greenwall. It's a tavern. You can recognize it by two things: It's the only building around for miles at the eastern foot of the Sunset Hills. And the sign out front features a brass colored trident and net painted onto the sign on its entrance.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Five. She had five silver pieces to last her until her next bounty. If she hadn't known how to hunt her own food, Vanessa would have been worried about the little coin she had left. The small round pieces weighed lightly in her hands, teasing her for not being able to take on a job that paid well enough. So far, the young sell-sword had only been able to take on small jobs that included pests or common thieves, nothing big enough to make a name of herself or to earn a decent living. Her mother would have been disappointed if she had still been alive and Vanessa refused to go to her father or brother for help. Any time she did ask for their financial aid, they would criticise her on following her mother's path. It wasn't because they felt the need to shame her, they were worried that she was putting herself in more danger than she needed to for fewer coin. \n\nBurying the coins in her pockets, Vanessa let out a deep breath of air. How was she to find a job that was big enough for her to be known? For jobs to find her rather than having to struggle with finding one herself. The sell-sword walked through the city square of Limani, one of her favourite cities of Terresol thanks how close it was to the open ocean. It wasn't until she found a place to rest her legs that she began to study the people around her, noticing a man admiring the large statue a few meters from her."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan grew bored of the architecture, not a fan of war and bloodshed. Instead, he turned to the congregation of people mingling around him. Yohan scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone interesting. A noble, a mysterious figure off in the distance, hell, even an obnoxious priest, crying to the heavens about repentance and judgement day. He longed for all of these things, but none were to be found. Instead, he was looking out to a beige sea of peasantry and mediocrity. He had nearly given up hope, until he saw her.\n\nThe bard zeroes in on a woman, sitting on a bench not 30 feet away from him, as she took a quick glance in his direction. He smiled, hoping to find something interesting in this stranger, and began walking towards her. He bumped past the sea of acne ridden farmers, trying his best not to touch them, and arrived at her bench, intrigued. \"Why hello there, good madam,\" He says, a thick coat of drama in his voice. \"May I ask your name and what brings you to the square on this fine day?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "When his eyes caught onto hers, she refused to look in another direction as it would have looked suspicious. She had been caught out staring at him, there wasn't anything she could do about that but have the corner of her lips tug upwards into a smile. As he made his way to her, Vanessa studied his appearance to get a better understanding of him. She had an idea of what this man could be but kept that information to herself for now. Her parents had taught her, the less people knew what she had knowledge of, the more of an advantage she had over them. \n\nThe way the man greeted her caused a raised brow to form while an amused smirk played at her lips. That had been an interesting way to ask about her, she was almost unsure whether to give her name or not. \"Vanessa Ward, now may I ask your name?\" She asked while tapping her fingers on the slab of stone beside her, offering the space for him to rest his legs. \"Do you always stop to stare at the statue over there?\" She questioned with a curious tone in her voice though she felt that she already knew the answer."
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "Yohan put his hands to his chest, got rid of the stupid, dramatic voice he had put on, and said \"My name is Yohan Astorio, and I'm one of the best bards in town.\" There was no need for modesty when it came to Yohan, seeing it as a polite form of deceit. He hated it when people hid behind a thin veil of politeness, as no one as rich as the folk he partied with could possibly be that polite.\n\nHe sits next to her, resting his legs. He had wandered further than he had initially intended, and his legs were beginning to ache. \"Well, to answer your question, Miss Vanessa, I'll ask you a similar one. Do you always sit on stone slabs staring at strangers?\" He chuckled to himself, and added \"No, I don't. In fact, I've never been to this part of the city before.\" He looked around, hoping to find a familiar landmark, but he was unsuccessful."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa couldn't help the smirk that crawled onto her lips as she shook her head in amusement. \"I enjoy involving myself in a little game of people watching when I need something to fill my time.\" This man was not modest to say the least, it was something different compared to many. Seeing how he had told her a bit of information about himself, she decided to share her trade. \"I'm a Sell-sword, I can't say that I have the pleasures of introducing myself as best in town.\" \n\nReaching her hand over her shoulder, Vanessa took her bow which had been attached to her quiver and placed it on her lap gently. Her fingers glided over the wooden limbs, tracing the patterns she had lightly carved in out of boredom. \"But that doesn't mean I'm not good at my job.\" Looking up from her bow, she observed the buildings and streets the surrounded them before her lips pursed together a thin line. \"It's a nice part of Limani, There is never too many or too little people. What brought you here?\""
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"author": "salmonbarry",
"message": "\"Ahh, I'm sure you're great at killing things!\" He laughed again. Though he disliked fighting, he enjoyed being in the company of fighters, as their presence made him feel safe, and they told some great stories. He hadn't conversed with one since he had left the tavern, and was interested in hearing a good tale.\n\n\"As to what brought me here today, it seems that the fates themselves have whisked me here today. I don't exactly have a full time job, so when I'm not working, I'm wandering. Today is a wandering day.\" He looked down at the bow, impressed by the craftsmanship. \"That's a very nice bow you have there. Where did you get it?\" He had been meaning to buy something to decorate his wall, and a bow would do nicely."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "\"Killing isn't my objective when it comes to taking bounties but it sure makes my job a lot more fun.\" Bounties where she had to take a head also provided her with more coin that people who needed to be captured. She did her best to only take bounties that had reasoning to it, she hated the thought of killing an innocent being. \n\nAs she looked down to her bow, she felt her her lips press together into a thin line. She wished she could take ownership over the craftsmanship of the bows and her arrows but in reality, that wasn't the case. \"My mother made this bow, it was originally hers until her passing. I decided to take it in memory of her but decided to add my own style to it.\" Vanessa re-hooked her bow onto her quiver and focused back on the man beside her. \"So do you enjoy wandering around? Do you have any other hobbies besides music?\" She questioned curiously, she assumed only playing music could get boring at times but she wouldn't know for sure. She wasn't a musician so who was she to know."
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"message": "Yohan strolled through the streets, dressed in some inconspicuous clothing, trying not to be recognized. He found a small bar, and took a seat, ordering a scotch. He sat alone, listening in on conversations. At a table about 10 feet away from him, he heard two middle aged men conversing about a festival in Tonate Proper occurring in a few days. He stood up as soon as he heard the details, not finishing his drink, and rushed back to his home.\n\nWhen he made it home, he instantly began packing his bags, packing outlandish performance clothes. This was another chance at gaining a few upper-class friends, and he wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. He packed his harp, his ocarina, and the music sheets he had been writing on for the last few weeks. He changed into his traveler's clothes, grabbed his bag, and headed for The Southern Isles, ready for anything."
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"message": "Feliciano shook his head and sighed \"Though it is what they are best for, inns' purpose is not just serving alcohol, but also a bed to sleep in. I know you'd much rather cozy up with me out in the woods, but I want a bed.\" He kept walking on his way, soon they would be reaching the outer limits of Korkou, their journey to Argos would officially begin.\n\nMovements out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked towards his travelling companion. The woman who was previously keeping her dress under control with her hands, now was using a wird paste to try and glue the dresss to her thighs. He could only hope for a strong enough breeze to loosen up the dress again. The dress wasn't the only thing that needed to loosen up, Katrina was a bit of a prude.\n\nCharity enjoyed her visit to her new friend and ally immensely, but as her convoy of carriages rolled parallel to the Forest of Sol treeline, she could see the peaks of her home keep arising from the horizon in the distance. She was nearly home, and she could see no fires or evidence that there was one, so at least the council she appointed to rule in her stead kept things together.\n\nOne thing that the Queen noticed on her return trip from Astoria and South Feyshore was that the rural areas of Terresol in comparison with the rural areas of Astoria and South Feyshore felt less dreary. Perhaps it was just that she was more familiar with the climate of Terresol. Or perhaps it was that the inhabitants of Terresol lived quaint lives that have gone mostly uninterrupted since they started, but in South Feyshore, they were still rebuilding after the collapse of Stormalong a decade and a half earlier.\n\nKeeping busy with these thoughts, the final leg of her journey completed with surprising speed. She was met at the gate by the council she appointed. General Pairde Fiscella, Colonel Lycus Affini, Alcaeus Montanari, Professor Zoe Piraino, and Manilo Ferraro. They walked along with the convoy back to the keep, bringing Charity up to speed with what has happened in her absence. Upon reaching the keep, the first thing Charity does is go to her bed. The bed provided for her in Astoria was certainly comfortable, but nothing beats your own bed. She wasn't there long, just a short rest before moving onto her study to continue her affairs as if she'd never left. She was told in the coming days to expect a diplomat from an Amorothian kingdom, he'd previously arrived but headed down south when he found out that Charity was away at the time."
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"message": "\"As if I would ever want to sleep with you.\" She replied in distaste before shaking her head, as if she was trying to clear the thought. \"Again, I wouldn't have found use in going there because I have my own home that you so kindly ripped me away from.\" She huffed in annoyance. \n\nShe wanted this 'mission' to be over and done with, to be as far away from this man as possible. Maybe she would get lucky along the way for them to become separated. It would allow her enough time to rush home and grab her things so she could go into hiding. Katrina doubted he would be able to track her down without the help of another magical being which he obviously didn't have, or else he wouldn't have made her go with him."
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"message": "*On Basil Island:*\n\n\"I have already made it clear to you, have I not? I haven't the slightest idea what will occur tonight at your auction, and I am not in a state to go searching. Leave me,\" The woman groaned, turning over in her bed so that her back was facing her inquirer, the sheets tossed about her haphazardly, her raven black hair similarly strewn.\n\nLord Uriel Python frowned, observing his wife with a tense gaze, equally annoyed and distressed at her response, but more so by her utter lack of sight. Morning had dawned a few hours ago, but the woman's room was still shrouded in darkness, the curtains closed tight save for the one a servant had opened when the lord had asked permission to enter.\n\n\"Perhaps you have not given it your best try, Marcelis,\" He offered, though not in the most convincing of ways.\n\nMarcelis merely gave a drowsy, \"Ha!\" In response to his meager plea.\n\n\"Now you are being unreasonably sour,\" He said.\n\n\"Me? _Unreasonable?_ My head feels as if it has been dragged through all seven gates of God knows where, set ablaze by some dragon of ages not so kind, crushed by the weight of a million ... \"\n\nUriel sighed as Marcelis continued her laundry list of figurative, outlandish complaints, rubbing his own forehead in exasperation.\n\n\"Right, right I understand, then,\" He groaned, folding his arms and glancing towards the one window that had been allowed open. \"You are not ready to search, _now._ Though... Perhaps a peek at the new gown I bought you may lift your spirits?\"\n\nThe woman ceased her monologue of despair almost immediately, but made no other move besides that.\n\nUriel smiled to himself.\n\n\"Or, I could take you out to sea? The fresh air has never failed you yet,\" He offered, a bit more hopeful this time around.\n\n\"I do like the sea...\" Marcelis murmured. Though, in reluctance, she still did not move, only shifting slightly where she lay to pull her sheets and covers closer to her.\n\n\"If none of this satisfies you, I have also a letter. From Akno,\" Uriel said, holding up an envelope that he'd slowly withdrawn from his coat.\n\nAt this, Marcelis turned swiftly around, her once dreary look now focused and sharp, staring at the letter as she braced herself up on her elbow. Her lips were still pulled into a disgruntled frown, but she had at least risen from her sorry haven of pillows and blankets. Remaining still, she slowly blinked and opened her eyes to now stare at Uriel's face. He was usually a rather composed man, but his features betrayed the slightest amount of being smug and triumphant. For this, though, Marcelis would not settle. Not until she'd seen it.\n\n\"Give it to me,\" She demanded.\n\n\"Free of charge?\" He asked, not budging.\n\n\"You are a fiend,\" She muttered.\n\n\"I am but a man who has a ship of slaves set to arrive tonight, with no idea how to make the most off of them,\" He countered, putting the letter back into his suit coat.\n\nMarcelis's gaze was now a fierce glare. Still, though, she didn't move, simply staring and weighing her options. He was not a liar, after all. She'd seen the name and handwriting on the outside of the envelope, the seal also telling of its validity.\n\nIt was from Kieran.\n\nFeeling her head begin to throb again, Marcelis coiled back up into her covers, sighing as she held her head in both hands.\n\n\"Fine. At least allow me an hour to try and become well again. In order to do so, I require my medicine and.. Music. A violin and cello shall suffice. And do make sure they are _actually_ tuned. Last night, it sounded as if I were listening to croaking frogs, rotting of some sorry disease that would steal a poor lad's soul in minutes, wailing and pleading ...\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, it will all be done,\" Uriel said, wasting no more time in hearing Marcelis gripe with her outrageous tales, and turning on his heel to exit the room. The servant quickly shut the curtains tight again, making the room completely pitch black, once more."
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"message": "The seas were steady, vast beyond the horizon that peaked behind the ship as it approached the shore, a lone passenger on the deck, with the exception of the sailors that hoisted and grunted and cursed without hesitance. Basil Island was close then, the boat settling on the docks, and she had a good few hours before her arrival at the estate of Lord Uriel Python, so she hoisted her small but heavy bags, sea salt sharpening the brisk air. Hopping of the ship easily, with stride in her step, she walked to the main town beyond the docks and hitched herself a ride on a carriage to the Python Estate. \n\nThe ride there was more then quiet, almost silent but for the neigh of the horses and the scratch of the wheel against stone, bumpy and bucking but not bothering her much. Bold mahogany hair was tucked into a short ponytail, barely of any length and not past her shoulders, and amber eyes gleamed impatient as time slowly ticked away, until the estate rolled up and the carriage drew to a stop. Picking up her bags and her pouch, she gave the driver his fare and moved out, movements easy as this had been done a thousand times. \n\nReaching the doors, she commanded her presence carefully, neither tense nor frivolously unguarded as the remembrance the stone walls should have granted her was considered. The lock was drawn and the guards inspected her appearance, picking her apart with her eyes before the mandatory questions arose. \n\n\"Halt. What is your business within this manor?\" The first asked, brusquely. Aurelia - or rather, Rouge, answered calmly. \"I am to be the entertainment of the drawing event. Would you be so kind as to let me in?\" Her voice was steadfast, although her words were sharper then their meaning. \n\nShe drew her papers, signifying the truth in her words as they read requesting & fulfilling her arrival at the estate, and after a thorough confirmation she was allowed into the castle, lead to her own, comfortably sized room and allowed to unpack."
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"message": "The ringfighter would hear three distinct knocks upon the door of her room a few minutes after arriving and having the chance to settle in. \n\nBefore the door Marcelis stood, yawning and patting her lips, making her golden bangles jingle against one another. Believe it or not, she rather enjoyed the role of playing host. Their island provided a nice refuge for lords and ladies seeking a get away, and being able to help them in finding comfort excited her. After all, she'd never had so many acquaintances in her life. She enjoyed friends, in a similar way that she enjoyed the new gown Uriel had purchased for her, a deep emerald color made out of a soft velvet. Her black hair cascaded about her shoulders gently, and her eyes were, for the most part, kind and curious. \n\nWhen in public like this, so as to avoid putting on a show should her mind give her grief, she was always followed by a servant girl carrying a satchel about her shoulders. The girl's name was Ginger, telling of her red hair pulled back into a tight bun.\n\nUriel has tasked her with making sure the new arrival had found her way well, and to inquire if the fighter needed anything from them to make her performance that night extraordinary. They'd heard impressive things about this fighter, and had a unique line of opponents for her to face. Hopefully, the guests at the auction would be pleased by their choice. \n\nAnd hopefully, this choice would also make a vow of silence as to the events taking place in the manor tonight."
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"message": "Rouge had just set her bags down, surveying the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but she checked every nook and cranny, making sure the bedsheets were empty of anything else and the door could be locked sufficiently. Everything compared, so she finished up, knowing her mistrust came from good reason. \n\nThree knocks, polite and controlled, rang against her door and she moved to it, opening it up with a neutral look fixated on her tall figure. The woman at her door seemed gentle, for one thing, with hardly a figure to harm and eyes forebearing no ill intent. \n\nMoving her eyes further back, a servant girl with similar, but brighter hair to her own wore a satchel quietly, and she deemed them both non-threatening enough to relax in their presence. Not noticeably, of course, but her mind was not trained to watch their every move right now. \n\n\"Hello,\" She greeted formally, allowing her amber eyes to warm slightly, as with her face. \"You must be the lady of this fair estate,\" She guessed, by the finesse of her posture and the rich velvet of her dress. \"I believe you are aware of who I am. What brings you to my newfound quarters?\" She asked calmly. \n\nClad in leather attire, except for the loose fabric of her cloak draped over her shoulders, finer then the other suit she wore, she leaned against the doorframe as she spoke, and let her arms rest at her sides as to appear less outwardly threatening."
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"message": "Marcelis smiled, pleasantly surprised at how composed the fighter seemed. It had been a while since she'd spoken with someone who wasn't as stiff as a noble, but simultaneously, not as care-free as a commoner. \n\nShe reached out her hand to the fighter, nodding gently.\n\n\"That I am. My name is Lady Marcelis Python. I am quite glad to welcome you into my home. Also, I wished to see how you'd fared on the sea. Lucky you are, what I would give to be on a boat right now. But, that is neither here nor there,\" The lady said, lifting her chin to glance behind the fighter.\n\n_The room is still in tact, at least. This shouldn't be too hard, then._\n\n\"May I come in? Silly to ask for entrance into my own home, but, I would hate to intrude on the space you've been given,\" She said, hesitating and tilting her head. \"Rouge, correct?\""
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"message": "Rouge had not hesitated a second, stretching her own hand out lightly and enclasping the lady's in a grip neither smooth nor rough; her hands were calloused, slightly, but not hard and unforgiving. \n\n*'She is young, younger then me,'* She mused silently, and she knew not what to make of it, but after a couple seconds her hand gently dropped the others and she retreated it back to her side. \n\n\"Tis a pleasure on my part, milady. I have fared well on my travels, as the sea is bright and calm today.\" She returned, noting the slight wistfulness in Lady Marcelis's tone. \"It is a beautiful place to be, I must agree. Unfortunately, we may only reside in today's world.\" \n\nRouge stepped aside, back into the room, nodding her head slightly, a dark red wisp of hair lying loose against her temple. \"Of course you may. And yes, my name is Rouge, as well as yours to address as you wish.\""
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"message": "\"I fancy you quite well, Rouge,\" Marcelis said as she brushed past Rouge, scanning the room thoughtfully with her chin gently cupped in her hand. \"You are wise, and surely a force to be reckoned with in the ring. I would be a fool to ever challenge you. If you find the opponents we have prepared begin putting you to sleep, please do go easy on them. It is not their fault, after all. We are not brawling experts, Lord Uriel and I,\" Marcelis said, chuckling gently to herself.\n\nShe turned, smiling at Rouge. \"We _are,_ however, involved in a rather... Important dealing tonight. Your presence here, though welcomed, threatens to jeopardize this auction, and I want to be sure that your stay will indeed be benign. Please, have a seat, Rouge.\"\n\nMarcelis's smile remained, but her tone became slightly more serious. Ginger came to her side right away, watching Rouge just as carefully as the lady was."
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"message": "\"I am pleased you think so highly of me,\" She offered in return, closing the door behind her as so no one was to intrude on their privacy. \"And I shall do my best to entertain you as much as possible, no matter the opponent faced,\" She replied, almost solemnly for a second. \n\nRouge stood quietly for a second, before moving to sit promptly on a chair nearby, propping her hands into her lap and looking unfazed. \"If I may, I understand your position. I shall make it priority to do as you ask; this is not my first of such deeds, and I am willing to prove my silence if need arise. Otherwise, I await your ideals for my visit patiently,\" She said clearly, calm but focused on the situation at hand. \n\nRouge's face had turned more attentive, dropping the slight warmth it had adapted to showcase friendliness and awaiting Lady Marcelis's requests - although she knew much better then to think of them as requests. Should the event require anything of her secrecy, that would be no challenge to give."
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"message": "\"Lovely,\" Marcelis said, examining Rouge for a few more moments before folding her arms across her abdomen, relaxing slightly now that the door had been closed and it was just the two of them in the room. Well, save for Ginger.\n\n\"Tonight, my husband, sweet as he is, is engaging in a trade... That is not so pleasant. There will be a few dozen slaves to be auctioned off tonight, in our home, in which you will provide the entertainment we desire while they are being prepared for he stage. This trade, on its own, is ... Not particularly welcomed in Terresol, and word of it must not leave these grounds. Our visitors have agreed to a vow of silence, though you have not had the opportunity to. Whether you make this vow or not, allow myself to be clear,\" The lady said, taking a few strides towards the fighter.\n\n\"Should word of what is to occur tonight leave this part of the island, and should we trace the leak of this information to yourself, Uriel and I will see to it personally that no other opponent will have the sweet pleasure of facing against you. Ever, again,\" Marcelis finished, her smile completely stolen away at this point."
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"message": "Rouge listened silently. The slave auction was not startling - in fact, it was sometimes commonplace at her events. She had learned only on not to care about them anyway- it would do her no good. \n\nAs Lady Marcelis strode toward her, she remained unperturbed, knowing her threat was in every way real, although her emotions did not spike. Every risk was calculated, and she knew what she would do, because she cared not to have to evade another again in the same manner she had done before. \n\n\"I understand,\" She said firmly, her gaze solid and unwavering - she understood the threat and the knowledge provided. \"I shall take the vow of silence, and keep it.\" \n\nFor a mere second, she toyed with the idea of letting it loose, and living on the run again. She was much more experienced now, but to outrun a those of wealth again, with them fully capable of sending out searches and getting people to do their bidding would also be much more difficult. The challenge was bittersweet, but she banished it from her mind. Playing her strings would only string her up in her own web, especially when only for the fun of it. Perhaps, another day, but not this time."
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"message": "Suddenly, Marcelis's disposition completely changed. She beamed and brought her hands together, clasping them sweetly to her right cheek. Her mind wasn't giving her any inclinations that this fighter would prove to be a danger in the future. And given her careful searching this morning, without any warning signs about Rouge in sight, she was sure there was no reason to fret in the slightest. \n\nBesides, she rather liked the woman's company. So exotic and ... _serious._ It was fun, learning more about her. \n\n\"Lovely!\" The woman exclaimed, in a better mood than most times. She had a letter to look forward to, tonight, after all, and Uriel was rather fast on his promises. \n\nMarcelis waved her hand dismissively, and Ginger went over to a table near the wardrobe to pour the two of them a drink.\n\n\"Would you fancy some wine? I understand if you'd like your mind to stay sharp before your big Terresol debut. Or, is this not your first time near the kingdom?\"\n\nMarcelis inquired, setting herself down in a chair across from Rouge, sitting forward with interest not feigned."
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"message": "_THE AUCTION_\n\nThough it was not a large venue for dancing, the gathering hall had filled rather quickly with guests and servants alike, a quartet of musicians playing a soothing waltz. The music was a nice touch, granted the rich rouge curtains and the gold decorations lining the tables, but it was there mostly to set Marcelis at ease.\n\nShe stood next to Uriel, the two arm in arm as they received any of the guests who decided to make their presence known to the hosts. On nights like these, when her mind whirred with possibilities and outcomes, she needed something, _anything_ to tether her to the present. The music served as that anchor.\n\nShe blinked and smiled as Oberon ruffled his feathers on her left shoulder, smiling warmly at the bird as he curiously scanned the multitude of guests. The lady had him as an anchor, now, too.\n\nAs lord and lady waved their \"See you's\" To a couple notorious for their market of netting gear, Uriel whispered to Marcelis, his lips brushing her hair to give the appearance of being affectionate.\n\n\"The slaves will be displayed soon. What is the highest bid for the first one, again?\" He whispered.\n\nMarcelis smiled and forced a blush on her cheeks, giving a coy laugh as if he'd murmured something not to be shared in her ear.\n\n\"No lower than 900 pounds should be just fine. The first slave is a scrawny thing,\" She responded, parting their exchange as another pair came to greet them.\n\nThe lord and lady stood near the front of the room, where an elevated platform, something of a stage, stood empty, waiting to display the slaves who were being held in one of the inner rooms of the manor."
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"message": "David Brass had traveled from The Horn Hills with his crew, After they'd raided some small islands and towns in the north, David had decided to bring his crew down south, The reason for this had been that David heard about a grand slave auction in Terresol and wanted to gain some free labour in the raise of House Brass. \nDamien Brass would've been \"Convinced\" By David to attend also the auction also. Once they'd arrived at Terresol David's crew members had been forced to stay at the docks by the guardsmen, because quoting one of the guards \"They didn't like the look of them\" David Brass had been allowed to take his older brother Damien and his Champion Thorod Lockbeard into the city.\nPart 1\n\nAfter they had entered the auction area they stood back and watched the festivities unfold, Damien looked around at all the lords and lady's then turned to David , Damien: \"Well Brother you better have a lot of coin or hope that these lady's and lords are more well dressed then they are wealthy\" , David had firmly slapped Damien on the back of his head, David: \"You better watch that tongue of yours Brother or you'll be joining the slaves\", Damien lowered his head as they walked forward to get a better view, David: \"Anyhow we don't need them all only good hard working Slaves those willing die by the sea for House Brass\". David paused for a moment then looked up at Thorod \"What do you think Thorod you haven't spoken since our last... Trip\", Thorod looks down at David, Thorod : There's not been much to say David I don't waste my breath on talk that leads to nothing\" Throad looks around slowly and cracked his neck. Throad : \"I get the first women that's the deal\" Throad grunted then looked down at David.\nDavid : \"Yes yes I understand all that Throad\" David rolled his eyes and chuckled, \"Women mostly prefer a men they don't have get on a ladder to make eye contact with Thorod, so think I'm a better prize myself just saying\" David repeatedly elbowed Thorod shoulder, Thorod chuckled lightly at his lord as they all had watched the auction start. \nPart 2"
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"message": "An expensive and exquisite carriage makes its way up the drive to the manor, pulled along by two horses and an old, grizzled driver in a set of courtiers finery that doesn't match the disheveled and unkempt looks of his beard and hair- clearly a cheeky way to save a pretty coin by hiring the first able bodied man Silvester could find. The sounds of the many guests fills the air beyond the sound of horse hooves clapping and the wheels turning, letting Silvester know he's close. \n\n\"Don't get too excited, old man.\" Says Sir Cockers, watching the old alchemist with his cold, expressionless stare. \"They've gotta let you through the front door first.\"\n\n\"You keep your mouth shut, chicken.\" Silvester berates, staring out of the window at the fancy estate. \"I don't want you to scare any of the other guests. You know I only brought you to keep you from getting in my acid bath again.\" He pulls the curtain back across the window as he rights himself in his seat, prepared to step out. \"We are here on business, Sir Cockers. So stay sharp, alright? No going and getting yourself killed. Again. Alright?\"\n\nThe chicken looks up at his berater, ever the emotionless chicken, he answers with a simple \"Fine\" And stays quiet as the carriage pulls its way up to the estate. \"Come this way-\" Says a males voice, escorting the carriage around to the side where it shall remain parked until the end of the night.\n\nAs the horses pull in and the wheels stop turning, Silvester hops out of the carriage with Sir Cockers under arm, where he shall remain. The two approach the front of the estate after tossing the driver part of his agreed pay, a few coins now, the rest later, where they're stopped by a large, somewhat confused man with a scroll that gives both the alchemist and the chicken an equally curious and confused look as he examines the man with a messy beard and haphazardly slicked back hair and the chicken that's wearing fine clothing. \n\n\"Silvester Felrantrez and Sir Cockers.\" The old alchemist speaks before the man at the door has the chance to question the duo, shaking his head in confusion at the fact that the two actually sound confident enough to be on the list, despite looking like the most out of place thing at a this \"Royal party\".\n\n\"Uhh.. Oh-okay.\" He answers awkwardly, deciding against questioning it and pulling open the scroll. \"Oh! You're actually- ahem. Welcome, Lord Silvester and company.\" The man continues with a somewhat awkward smile as he steps aside to let the other two in. \n\n\"Many thanks, good sir.\" Silvester cheeks as he pats the mans shoulder, stepping inside. \n\nThe hall was as grand as he had hoped- many fine men and women, Lord's and Ladies dressed in fine clothes, \"Hosts\" Walking about with food and beverage for all to taste and an empty stage assuredly for the event to come. \"You better hope you brought enough coin, Sil\" The chicken says only to be instantly muted by the alchemists hand as he gets odd looks from the guests he walks past. \n\n\"You can't silence me, Geezer\" Sir Cockers says with a maniacal laugh after biting Silvesters hand, not only releasing the chicken's mouth but releasing the chicken too, accidentally letting it run free. \n\n\"Great\" Silvester sighs heavily under his breath as he watches the chicken disappear into the crowd. That's definitely going to come back and bits him."
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"message": "Emissary Sion Prosser, Basil Island, Terresol.\n\nFor once, the Emissary found himself in a place with agreeable weather. It wasn't the scorching deserts with its fucking sand, or the cold North that required him to wear four layers, _at least._ It was the islands off the coast of Terresol, and while their weather was slightly more temperate than the Isles, the lack of humidity was refreshing. The shores of Basil Island were particularly beautiful this time of year, the winter breeze hung lightly on the air making sailing all but effortless. \n\nHe hated it. He ha complained too much, he was sure of it. First a climate that didn't make him want to tear the already considerably sparse amount of hair on his head, then a shallow, watery grave in the middle of the night. Gods, he had nearly thrown up his lunch on the way over. He hadn't even been given a directive on what he was doing. They were going to kill him. He was going to be directed to a Gods forsaken chop shop, and some younger, finer Emissary with a full head of hair was going to bludgeon him to death and bury his body in liquid stone and throw it in the ocean. \n\n\"Pa?\" His son, Kiran, pulled on his trench coat. \"When are we all going on vacation?\" He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his wife. She took him by the waist and squeezed him lightly. \"Honestly Sion, it's so nice that we're finally able to have Hogcock as a family. And for Kiran's sixth birthday, too. You're always away at work, and to have us all here together in one place is wonderful. This is probably one of your better ideas. We have only you to thank. Right Kiran?\"\n\n\"Papa, papa, I'm gonna be six years old!\"\n\nSion laid his head in his hands. They were going to kill all of them."
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"message": "As the remainder of the guests trickled their way inside, a line of slaves, bound together by manacles at the ankles, made their way onto the stage at the front of the room. They were led by slave trader, who in essence appeared rather foreign compared to the other lords and ladies present. His skin was very tan, weathered by an evident amount of time in the sun and at sea. He halted the first line of slaves, a pair of guards keeping the rest waiting in line, on the floor next to the stage, though none of them seemed eager to step onstage anyways.\n\nThey all wore similar clothing, most of them in dingy tunics that used to be white. Both men and women stood before their buyers, none of them looking especially emaciated or malnourished. The men had defined muscles, from training and general work that would make them more valuable. And the women kept their gazes downcast, modest and quite honestly scared as they felt the eyes of eager men begin to focus on them.\n\nMarcelis watched the gloomy procession, recalling the faces and dispositions her searching had provided her that morning. The prices and bids each would sell for, the lords and ladies in the gathering crowd who would shout them out...\n\nMarcelis cast an observant gaze across their guests, seeing as many settled into chairs and even sofas that had been placed near round tables within the hall, many preparing their bids and even fondling the coin in their pockets. She smiled to herself, seeing them whisper to one another in anticipation. With her help, surely Uriel would be successful in his auctioneering on this night. And surely, she'd reap her own benefits from the revenue he'd earn.\n\nFollowing her husband's lead, Marcelis stepped up onto the raised platform, Uriel standing in between her and the slave trader. He cleared his throat, waiting patiently for those gathered to settle down. Among the crowd, Uriel's chief attendant rapped a fork against a glass, to hasten the process.\n\nUriel smiles, or grimaced, rather, and lifted his hand in greeting as he addressed his guests.\n\n\"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! For those of you not as familiar with me, my name is Lord Uriel Python, standing lord of Basil Island and proud representative of Her Majesty, the Queen of Terresol. I am honored to have the pleasure of welcoming you to my home, and to even have the opportunity to share night of celebration with you all. I know I do not speak for only myself when I say that having company on our humble island is always a treat,\" Uriel said, glancing at Marcelis who lifted her chin, responding to her cue.\n\n\"Indeed it is. My name is Lady Marcelis Python. I hope the seas treated you all kindly, and our attendants have already prepared several rooms for those who require lodging for the night. If you require anything at all, do not hesitate to ask. I am more than happy to assist in any way that I can, and the wine will not be running out at anytime soon!\" The lady said, looking back up toward Uriel.\n\nThe lord had a proud look on his face as he listened to the applause given at Marcelis's reassurance. He nodded toward their guests and raised both of his hands, speaking into the applause.\n\n\"And so, without further delay, let us begin!\" He said.\n\nMarcelis blinked as Oberon stirred on her shoulder, his talons slightly digging into her. She furrowed her eyebrows, glancing over at the bird who seemed to be intently focused on something. What could it have been?\n\nShe followed the bird's gaze to see something roaming about the floor. A ... Chicken?\n\n\"What in the heav—\" She couldn't even finish her whisper before Oberon launched himself from her shoulder, flying toward the chicken with only curiosity prompting his flight. He merely swooped over the chicken at this point, before flapping his wings and alighting himself to perch on a curtain rod, watching the chicken intently with narrowed eyes.\n\nUriel faltered slightly, but soon began calling out bids for the first slave, a lanky looking boy who stepped forward at the harsh prompting of the slave trader. The slave trader described him as a good field worker, and minority fluent in reading and writing in common tongue.\n\n\"We will start at 400! Who begs higher?\" Uriel started.\n\n\"450!\"\n\n\"450, do I hear 475?\"\n\n\"500!\"\n\n\"500, and what about 550!\"\n\n\"650!\"\n\nUriel smiled as there was a murmur in the crowd, seeing the price rise higher and higher, just as Marcelis had predicted."
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"message": "Within a minute of the banner being lit, a guard on the docks ran in the direction of the Python estate. It could be trouble it could also not be. Gavino would cross that bridge when he came to it. For the moment he was concerned about securing the Melia to the docks so that he and his men could begin investigating the mysterious ship.\n\nAll in all Gavino held command over about a hundred men and more gryphon riders than any other Terresolian officer below or equal to him in rank. Though only fifty men and two gryphons were brought along on this particular outing. Overkill for dealing with the guards of one noble house, should they become a problem.\n\nBut the real reason to bring so many was in the event they needed to lock down the Basil Island docks. Which was a certainty at this point with the mysterious ship located. As soon as he was able, Gavino and his men disembarked the Melia. Orders flew from his mouth at the Terrsolian soldiers that began to swarm the docks. He then took some of his more investigative minded soldiers and walked past the lone guard on the dock with an \"Good evening, gentleman,\" And headed towards the undocumented ship."
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"message": "_ON THE DOCKS_\n\n\"Blast...\" The guard, named Valenco, who had given Sion a clearance to enter muttered under his breath. He tried to remain calm, especially as he saw the dreaded ship begin settling into a dock, Terresolian soldiers swiftly finding land under their captain's orders. And just who was the one who issued such commands, who had been tipped to find the source of their lord's festivities on this night?\n\n\"Gavino...\" Valenco muttered to himself as he spotted the loyal captain, swallowing hard and glancing at Sion, trying not to betray his worry.\n \"P-Proceed to the estate. We will make sure all remains safe here,\" He said, before hurrying off toward where he saw the Terresolian finally step foot on Basil Island.\n\nValenco witnessed the captain pass by Cedric, the stunned guard simply floundering over his own tongue as he could offer not even a sufficient greeting to the captain and his soldiers passing by him. \"G... Good evening..\" Was all Cedric could stand to sputter out.\n\nKnowing he needed to save face, Valenco rushed toward the captain, clearly committed to a path leading straight toward the slave ship. He tried to position himself in front of Gavino, a living obstacle to the captain's path, spreading his arms to feign surprise and even joy, but truly to try and act as a barrier, if only to save a sliver of time.\n\n\"Ah, good evening Captain! It is pleasure for you to join us on this night, though I must have skipped over your name on our list. Still, I am glad my lord's invitation got to you anyhow. If you would like, I can escort you to.. To the new ship that is being celebrated tonight! It is in a dock further south, one to be displayed to the townsfolk, while still being visible to the lords and ladies inside! I always prefer the closer view myself,\" Valenco said, laughing a bit awkwardly. _Please, buy us some time Gerald... Please._\n\n-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-\n\n_THE ESTATE_\n\nWith Uriel's persuasion tailored perfectly to Marcelis's predictions, the first round of slaves on the stage had nearly been sold. Only two slaves remained of the seven who had been the first to brave the auctioneering block, and with a gruff nudge, the pair was pushed to the forefront together.\n\nThey were man and woman, the former being especially large, and the latter practically a fleeting shadow in comparison. They had not only been manacled together at their ankles, but also chained together at the wrists. The slave man stared storically out at the lords and ladies gathered, an almost defiant gleam in his eye. He reserved himself just enough though, wanting to be mindful of the feelings of the girl next to him. He had built himself up to be an asset by means of his strength and ferocity, an attribute best shown when acting with his female companion in mind, a trick the slave trader had noted early on in the training process.\n\nUriel, too, saw much to be taken advantage of in this moment, and seeing how confused, or even intrigued, the guests before him were, he quickly raised his hand to gather their attention once more.\n\n\"Friends! What you see before you is a true match that shows the benefit of working smarter, and not harder,\" He said, smiling as he looked over at the pair. \"These two slaves are being sold as a package of one. The man, a clear masterpiece of strength and vigor, will be sold with this beautiful _young_ maiden, a vital motivation for him to do his best work. They have both been tamed well, mind you ... \"\n\nMarcelis watched on, her eyes focused on the girl especially. Curious, the lady was, about the nature of their relationship, and to what limits one would have to go to to properly utilize it...\n\nSuddenly, though, the lady winced and grabbed onto her head tightly, having to suck in a large breath to keep herself from shouting. Squinting her eyes shut, Marcelis resigned to the images whirring in her mind, the images that taken her captive without warning, even before this audience of people. _No,_ she thought, as the images were coming into focus. _This would only happen if..._\n\n_The Queen's banner flapped brazingly in the wind, perched upon a ship lodged firmly within the docks. Swarms of soldiers unknown flooded these docks, some of them locked into brawls with men who wore the Python colors. The sound of rattling chains and distant screams grew to an insurmountable din._\n\nMarcelis grabbed onto her ears, the blue stone in her headwear beginning to glow. By now, Uriel had started shouting bids for the pair of slaves, his numbers climbing into pounds of silver. Though he could count on most of the audience being fixated on the slaves, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Marcelis's pain.\n\nHe glanced at the lady's attendant, Ginger, who swept up close to Marcelis's side as discreetly as possible and guided the lady down from the side of the stage.\n\n\"No, I need to tell... Uriel, I need to..\" Marcelis winced again as the images crashed into her mind again, overwhelming in their tenacity. That only meant that trouble was brewing. And a lot of it. \"The slaves.. The queen will know. H-Hide them. Hide..\" Marcelis murmured. Ginger paused where she had guided Marcelis to rest in a comfortable chair tucked in a corner of the gathering hall. Eyes wide with fear, the servant quickly dashed away to try and alert who she could.\n\n\"Ten pounds of silver! Do I hear fifteen?\" Uriel still called, his eyes lighting up in anticipation as he waited for the next bidder he was sure to seal the deal. He glanced momentarily at Marcelis, sensing that something was wrong. _Just one more bid is all I need.._ he thought, trying not to let his smile falter. _One more..._"
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"message": "It had seemed that news of the Queen's arrival was spreading quickly, and with the bustle of the slave auction already in full swing, things were already mildly hectic. If the buyers weren't perturbed by the increased guard activity, they would be totally dissuaded when the Crownsguard entered the city. \n\nSion, meanwhile, walked at a relaxed pace. Basil Island was quite nice, and he was beginning to understand exactly why the Pirate King had taken such a liking to it in the first place. It had been brought up in a peace treaty between him and late Sun King. The nice thing about ineptitude, Sion thought, was that it made the impossible possible. There seemed to be almost no reason as to why Uriel Python would sell slaves and jeopardize the Lordship of one of the most profitable islands in Terresolian waters. Whatever it was, he would find out and capitalize on it. \n\nHe made his way to the door of the Python Estate, up the steps and onto the large front porch. He stood among the pillars and knocked on the door. \"Hello?\""
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"message": "As if prompted by his knock, the front door to the Python estate swung open before Sion Prosser, not revealing at first the person who had opened it so brashly. All that could be heard was a labored breathing, and the sound of little running footsteps against the polished floor.\n\n \"My lady, please do not move so quickly! You are still recovering from ... \"\n\nThe voice belonging to the footsteps stopped as the girl who'd spoken them stared warily at the man who stood at the door. She kept her eyes on him, even as she reached over to help the woman behind the door to stand.\n\nMarcelis, with Ginger's help, eventually hoisted herself up from where she'd been leaning on the door handle, her eyes staring intently at the man who'd appeared on the step. It was just as she'd imagined, one of the only images that had broken through with clarity. As if it were a silver lining in the mess that would soon become this night.\n\n\"Who are you, and why have you come to my home?\" Marcelis asked the lone man, waving away the servant girl who had helped steady her until now. The lady was not keen on wasting any time. Her lips were already pulled down into what may have seemed to be a bit of a pout, and her stare did not betray an ounce of the hospitality she had spent months learning how to convey.\n\nGinger obeyed, taking a step or two back. After getting Marcelis to rest, and leaving to try and alert the household guards, Ginger had turned for but a moment while in the gathering hall to see the lady moving quickly toward the front of the manor, hands balled into fists and heels clicking determinedly across the floor, despite the clear fatigue she must have been feeling. Marcelis had pushed through pairs of lords and ladies, their concerns falling onto deaf ears as she had made a beeline for this lone man. Why? Ginger had yet to determine."
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"message": "Sion Prosser moved past her, scanning around for any discernable place to write a meaningful treaty. The dining room would do just fine. \"Uhm...\" He gave a brief look back, his pace steady. \"If you'd follow me, I'd much appreciate it. I've uhm... I've already got the contracts with me.\" He took the clipboard from his side and shook it gently in the air. \"If you could send one of your servants to procure any possible deeds, estates, meaningful businesses or acquisitions owned by House Python, any slaves that you currently own that we might be able to procure. And you should probably personally tell your husband to make sure that all of the boats leave dock now. Make sure they all go in different directions, and that he be stowed away on the one set for Carmine Bay, the Federation procurement on the island of Sangeli. Make sure he does so in secret. Last thing we want is his high-blooded throat cut.\" Sion found his way around the dining room table, sitting down at one of the seats closer to the end. \"This is, of course, time sensitive. The last thing I need is to be associated with any Terresolian, slave-selling rabble.\" He placed his reading glasses over his eyes and glanced up at Marcelis, \"Not you, of course. I, for one, look forwards to a long and meaningful partner ship between you, myself, his Majesty, and the Honorable Bradai Maith Trading Company.\" He took out an inkwell and quill and began to separate the papers on the clipboard."
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"message": "The lady followed hurriedly after Sion Prosser, her feet feeling numb and the only thing guiding her being a pure sense of fear, and a desire for some sort of stability, even if it came from a stranger from the Southern Isles.\n\nShe watched him separate the papers, worry clouding her gaze and making her speechless as he spoke. One might think she was merely focused, but hardly anything was registering in this moment. The terror of being found out manifested in a din that threatened to paralyze her.\n\n\"A... Partnership? I am not sure if _I_ should be the one to..\" She trailed off, glancing over to Ginger, who had already left without question. Marcelis didn't even bother to reach out and stop her. What other choices did they have at this moment?\n\n\"If Uriel has to leave.. Will I simply remain here on my own? I could not possibly—\"\n\n\"There will be no such thing.\"\n\nMarcelis looked up to see a rather frustrated Uriel standing at the doorway to the dining room Sion had stolen away to. The lord's eyes scanned the papers the emissary was spreading out, worry flooding his gaze. He took a moment to understand what was happening, noting the official House Maith token on the documents. Slowly, he found Sion's eyes, his gaze deepening into a glare.\n\n\"You were not given an invitation to this event. Marcelis, step away from him. We do not make dealings with The Pirate King,\" Uriel said. Though, despite his demeanor, a shred of genuine fear could be detected if one was observant enough. What could the Southern Isles want with Basil Island? This was not something he'd accounted for...\n\n\"Uriel, please. We could at the least listen to this man. The Queen is coming. And you said there was not a thing to worry about—\"\n\n\"I know what I said,\" Uriel snapped, making Marcelis recoil slightly. He was usually a composed man, even when she did things such as allow Ginger to gather records and documents out of a genuine confusion and worry, with no sense of what to do besides listen to a foreigner who seemed to know exactly what to do. Exactly what _he_ wanted, at least. A confidence in his own agenda, that part of her hoped would somehow align with her own best interest.\n\nLord Python swallowed, glancing at his chief attendant. The portly man, usually an advisor with many words to offer, whether asked for or not, swallowed and silently shook his head. \n\n\"Uriel... What.. We will be okay, will we not?\" Marcelis asked, her voice soft, betraying tears that willpower could barely hold back. \n\n\"This man wants to take our estate, Marcelis. Do you understand that?\"\n\nThe lady looked over to Sion, swallowing hard. Everything had gone so fast... She looked the man in the eyes, speechless. _Why?_\n\nIt was at this time that an out-of-breath Ginger ran into the room, holding a bundle of papers and scrolls in her arms. She paused, frozen with fear as she saw Uriel standing at the doorway."
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"message": "The Emissary hadn't stopped writing, but looked briefly up from his own paper to catch a glimpse at Uriel. \"Hello, Uriel. We haven't met. Sion Prosser.\" He lifted a hand from the stack of parchments, as if to shake, but lowered just as quick as it was raised. \"Normally, we don't make dealings with slave selling, mainlander, highborns but for you—\" The hand was raised again, this time as an extended and accusatory pointer finger, \"The Pirate King decided to make an exception. Your wife had the forethought to listen, if you want to sit down and discuss exactly what our plan is, we can do that. Of course, your Queen's forces are closing in on your island and by the time you wrap your brain around it, you'll have about ten seconds before the rope around your neck snaps.\"\n\nHe let a desolate silence hang between them before explaining himself. \"This is an island House Maith intends to _protect_, not buy. We want this island, but it still requires owners. We still want you to have it. You'd still be a Vassal House, just of House Maith as opposed to House Lane.\" Sion lifted the paper closer to his face, \"You'd actually _gain_ land. You'd technically also have free reign over Carmine Bay. Two islands for this simple, one time, transaction.\" He slid the contract across the table for them to examine. No part of it had been a lie."
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"message": "Marcelis glanced wordlessly at Uriel, watching as he scanned the paper with much scrutiny. The slight folds in his face were still tense, his grip on the table tight enough to make his knuckles white. He sighed, closing his eyes as if in defeat.\n\n\"Alright. I will let this deal pass, but only with a few conditions,\" The lord said.\n\n\"Uriel,\" Marcelis murmured, her eyebrows furrowing.\n\n\"The guests shall receive no repercussions for their involvement with this slave auction.\"\n\nMarcelis swallowed, \"Uriel, you—\"\n\n\"Marcelis must be protected on this island, no matter the cost.\"\n\n\"Are you truly—\"\n\n\"And should anything befall this House, you must allow me to travel to Akno,\" Uriel finished. He then turned to Marcelis, trying to keep his face as stony as possible, so as not to betray a thing. \"You'll understand. This is something I have to do.\"\n\nHe bent over to sign the contract without a single word, prompting her to do the same. Marcelis frowned, perplexed, but gingerly signed her own name.\n\nUriel sighed and stood, glaring at Sion Prosser.\n\n\"You can tell your Pirate King that he need not meddle in our affairs any further than this.\""
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"message": "Beyond the first glance, Gavino saw more than just the chains, evidence of human habitation, not a pleasant environment either. He needed to search the ship no further. It didn't matter what the manifest said at this moment. He and his few men returned to the top deck where the two men he sent to find the manifest were caught up in a brawl with the slave ship's crew. \"Restrain those men, then help secure the docks, no one leaves.\" He ordered to his soldiers, Gavino walked back to his own ship, a man on a mission. He knew he couldn't effectively hold the docks with the fifty or so men he brought, he would need help.\n\nAboard the Melia, he sought out a scribe. He knew they had brought along pigeons for Ikthous and Chios, but he wasn't sure if they'd brought along any for Sol. Once he found a scribe, he told her, \"Send a message to Chios and Ikthous, and Sol if you can. Tell them, 'Basil Island has been caught dealing in slaves, the island is hosting many visitors, need reinforcements to hold the docks.'\"\n\nHe left the scribe to her writing, he didn't know if Ikthous could contribute much, and Sol is too far away for a speedy response. Chios was the best bet right now. Gavino left the Melia for his men, to help hold the docks. No one was trying to leave yet, but that could change in only a moment."
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"message": "Uriel's expression remained grim and unchanged. The lord typically interacted with his business partners in a more amicable manner, using a charm that came naturally to most in the trading world. He could not afford to uphold such a demeanor in this moment, though, given the gravity of this exchange he could hardly believe he was agreeing to. \n\nThis outcome was not exactly what he had expected, but it would still play to Marcelis's favor — and ultimately, his. The lord sighed, quite honestly perturbed at how calm this pirate emissary's mannerisms were. He'd leave practically unscathed and profiting well off of the peculiar dynamic that was House Python. To Uriel, it simply was not the most fair of trades, no matter his fault in the matter. And that irked him to the utmost degree.\n\nHe glanced wordlessly to Marcelis at Sion's concluding question. The lady met Uriel's gaze, setting her lips firmly as she realized there was little she could do, anymore, besides play the part of hosting lady once more. _Be hospitable. Feign ignorance. Though, I hardly need to pretend. I can not begin to fathom what he is thinking, and the danger we are in, but ... He would not make a fatal error. I know so._\n\nShe glanced down at polished table, able to see a vague reflection of herself in place of where the documents had been just moments ago. _Have I always appeared so ... Tired?_ the lady thought to herself, shaking away the thought and bracing herself on the table as she stood herself up. Every movement felt so difficult, as if the dread of being separated from Uriel was physically weighing her down. He had been her protection for two years. Would her identity be safe, even from afar?\n\n\"Of course, mister Prosser. We have several,\" Marcelis said, moving towards the entrance of the room. She held onto her hands in front of her, a polite smile playing on her lips, despite how drained she felt. \"Would you prefer a view of the sea? Most do.\"\n\nIt was at that moment that a bright flurry of feathers zipped into the room, the mass alighting on Marcelis's shoulder and ruffling its wings. Oberon, her Caladrius, shook his head and raised his beak, the white bird puffing his chest out as if he were a bold guardian. He stared at Sion, making Marcelis's smile widen. She tickled the bird's chin, much to Oberon's delight, before looking back to Sion. \"I apologize, he does not mean to startle. This is Oberon. Shall I show you to your room?\"\n\nMeanwhile, Uriel shuddered at the sight of the bird, remembering its origins and wondering if this whole situation was some sort of Hogcock curse he was just unaware of. He turned to his chief attendant, who had been hovering in a corner of the room until now. He always seemed to fade to the background quite easily.\n\n\"This will be our pilot run, but it is worth a try. The north side of the island will suffice. Fire them in quick succession. If the colors do not show, at least the sound may be distracting enough. Everyone needs to clear off of this island, and I need a boat prepared to go south. Do you understand?\" Uriel said.\n\"Yes, my lord. I will do all that I can. Please, do keep safe. We will miss you, here.\" The attendant dipped his head a few times before rushing out of the room on his pudgy legs.\n\n-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-\n\n\"It is imperative that everyone escape this island as quickly as is humanly possible! House Python will reimburse you for traveling costs and revenue from any bids unfulfilled, along with slaves that have been auctioned, but you all must leave, at once! House Python will protect your dealings here, but this island is no longer hospitable to this auction. Please exit the manor in an orderly fashion, but with haste!\"\n\nThe chief attendant gave this announcement as the servants mobilized trying to return the room to its original set up, ushering the slaves towards more inconspicuous rooms and underground cellars.\n\nMeanwhile, a pair of men were rushing on horseback to the north end of the island to experiment with a product that would be the first of its kind, and, as Uriel hoped would be a distraction bright and loud enough to buy him some time.\n\nThe lord, now, raced on horseback toward the southern end of the island, riding through the bustling streets of the central hub of Basil Island, not carrying much on him besides a sack of essential belongings, coin, and the letter addressed to him from Akno that had inspired the auction in the first place.\n\nRacing toward the docks was a series of trickling lines of lords and ladies, accompanied by posseys of servants and guards. Several of them were in carriages provided at the courtesy of Basil Island. Others were content to be going on fit, eager to be as far away from the auction as possible, but not realizing that in such little time, the docks would be secured.\n\nIndeed, the guard who'd been sent to warn Uriel was heaved over next to a tree on the path, breathing heavily and raising his hand to try and alert the lords and ladies, but miserably failing as he could not form a complete thought in between his gasps for air.\n\n\"Oh forget it,\" He finally huffed, resting back on the tree and clutching onto his chest, the run taking more of a toll on him than he'd originally imagined."
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"message": "The Emissary clasped his hands, giving Uriel a nod and making his way to the side of Marcelis. \"Wow!\" He said aloud. It had gone considerably smoother than he had anticipated. \"The sea would be perfect, thank you! Do you dri—\" His voice rose and was caught in his throat the moment the majestic bird burst from the doorframe. \"Drink.\" He said, hoarsely. He raised a finger up to the bird absentmindedly, in an attempt to vaguely inspect it. \"Thats a Terresolian bird. A rare one, yes?\" He squinted behind his glasses, trying to discern its ornithology. A slow smile crept across his face. \"You know, the boss—\" He paused, \"His Majesty is going to be absolutely thrilled at this. He's wanted Basil Island for some time now. And you seem more than agreeable. I technically wasn't sent here to do this—\" He moved his hand back to the clipboard and gestured to it. \"These were his design. My job is to acclimate you and in part, your husband, to your new sovereign. If you have any questions, I am at your service. I am by no means the new master of your house.\" Sion briefly imagined him having to deal with the issue of succession. He rolled his eyes, \"Gods no.\""
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"message": "Soon, a ship flying Chios banners headed towards the dock. The Captain didn't expect much, as the ship came into view much quicker than the Captain anticipated. They must've loaded up anyone who was already ready or could ready themselves on the ship ride over. But men and women to control the docks were still men and women to control the docks. If given that enough arrived, Gavino and some men could march on the estate itself, and take the Pythons into custody.\n\n\"Be ready to leave for the estate, the docks are the most likely escape route for many of the visitors, but not the only one, I'm sure.\" He said to the men around him. Gavino did not have time to gather his best men for the task, but the ones around him should serve well enough. \"Except you, you'll be in charge of the docks\" He said to a nameless lieutenant that Tyler doesn't want to name right now.\n\nOnce the ship arrived at the docks, he saw that his predictions were right. The men and women on this ship were obviously not the main chunk of Chios forces. Whether Chios didn't want to send their best, or whether this was just the first wave in response to urgency included in the pigeon's letter he did not know, but there was enough to replace the men he was taking to the estate plus a little extra.\n\nGavino took 19 men with him to the estate. It was clear that their arrival has been broadcasted since the visitors to the estate were in a panic. But Gavino cared little for the visitors, his primary goal at this moment was finding the Pythons."
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"message": "Marcelis watched as Oberon leaned forward to inspect Sion's finger, before sharply recoiling, leaning close to the lady's head. The bird adjusted his stance on her shoulder, ruffling his feathers again and resting back in a regal fashion. \n\n\"Rare, indeed. He is my most prized companion, as aCaladrius. I do, drink, but..\" Marcelis trailed off as she watched Uriel go, her eyes lingering on his back. He hardly even said goodbye. The whole time, it felt like there was something he wanted to say, but... Didn't. \n\nThe lady tried to shake off her doubts, sighing and looking again at Prosser. She was a bit unsettled as he explained more about the Pirate King, trying to hide her discomfort by beginning to walk toward the foyer, listening at the noise of the guests beginning to leave. Trying to remain calm, and Oberon helping her with this feat, the lady began climbing the staircase that began winding up onto the second through fourth floors of the manor, holding her dress so that her heels would not catch on the velvet fabric.\n\n\"I am not sure what you mean by ... Acclimate. If I am being quite honest, Basil Island has always been far enough from the mainland to feel slightly separate, in theory, at least, from the rest of Terresol. I appreciate your desire to help. Though, being a vassal house for the Pirate King will not require significantly more than what is expected of us now, correct?\"\n\nShe was new to the immersive political aspect of being a ruling lady, but felt at least partially comfortable asking these questions to Sion. He didn't seem to be a shady fellow, no matter how detested Uriel was at first seeing him."
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"message": "Marcelis watched the way Sion settled himself into the room, looking over Uriel's notes and surely making more sense of them than she ever could. It felt wrong, somehow, to see a foreigner have such access to something Lord Python usually kept relatively close. \n\nStill, what authority did she have to do much else besides save face once Charity's men arrived? Without Uriel there to guide her, she felt utterly naked. It was a revealing feeling that unsettled her quite visibly. Without him, despite all that he had taught her, she still felt like a naïve girl from Akno, fortunate enough to live a comfortable life, but not important enough to be a part of anything grand. \n\nGrand, as this was, it was not so for the right reasons.\n\n\"Yes,\" Marcelis said, moving toward the entrance of the room to grab a torch from the corridor, before coming back and kneeling gingerly before the hearth. She lit the wood and kindling that remained there, keeping the torch's flame stable and returning it once she was finished.\n\nBrushing her hands off, the lady returned and sat down in a cushioned arm-chair, her hands holding to the armrests. She was at least moderately confident she could play her part well, based on Sion's instruction. Now, they waited.\n\n\"Do you have a family?\" Marcelis asked. She did not look at Sion this time around, her gaze focused forward as if looking at nothing at all."
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"message": "The Emissary took the bundle of papers from the table and began tearing them apart into shreds, vertically so that if anyone was to find the scraps, they would find a disjointed list and not a full sentence. He made it was across the room, answering Marcelis' question on the way to the hearth. He told her that he did have a family, a wife and a six year old boy. Today was his name day, in fact, and they had originally come to Basil Island under the hopes that they could relax. It was quickly seeming to be the case, and if Kiran could spend his name day in this beautiful island estate, he'd be happy. \n\nHe tossed the notes in the fire and watched them catch, sending cinders up the chimney. He took a fireplace poker from the hearth and shifted whatever white specs that remained into the ash. \"And you? Where are you from, Lady Python?\" The Pirate King had sent him the notes, he had studied and reviewed them. It was always nicer to hear the person tell him themselves."
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"message": "Fighting against the crowd leaving the estate wasn't terribly difficult for Gavino and his men. The throngs of people tended to leave him and his men some room, not wanting to get too close as to not risk capture. But Gavino and his men had eyes on a bigger prize, the men at the docks could handle these unarmed men and women. At the entrance to the estate the captain was greeted by a Python servant. 'Greeted' is a strong word.\n\n\"Queen's business\" Is all the answer he gave to the servant. \"Where is the lord and lady? And remember, protecting them is liable to put you into the same trouble that they are currently in.\" Gavino threatened."
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"message": "\"Akno,\" Marcelis said simply, not even hinting at saying anything further. She watched the strips of paper light up and disappear as ashes into the flame of the hearth, frowning, though grateful for the man. He seemed to know exactly what to do.\n\n\"If this all ends favorably for us, I would be glad to help your son celebrate his birthday. There is much to do on the island. The sights alone are enough to entertain,\" Marcelis said, her gaze constantly flirting nervously toward the door.\n\n\n\nGinger stared up at the captain. She was perhaps only about eleven or twelve years old, but her face revealed years of imposed age, a wisdom unnatural for someone of her stature. Silently, she turned after just observing the captain for a moment more, pushing past the little frenzy taking place in the foyer of escaping lords and ladies. \n\nShe began climbing the stairs, leading Gavino to Lord Python's office."
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"message": "Sion, hardly looking up from the flames he was stoking, nodded in response. \"That mining city? I've never been.\" He heard the door open, and groups of armored boots stop through the halls. \"The important thing is to stall. I'll lead the majority of the conversation, but we should really start putting the tea on.\""
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"message": "\"It is a nice place, though not worth a visit,\" Marcelis said, a tinge of sourness creeping into her voice. She stood, crossing the room to grab a kettle left on a bookshelf on a far wall of the study. Some water remained from the tea Uriel had in the morning. It seemed the packets of flavoring inside had been sitting all evening, which would hopefully make the tea rich upon warming it up for a moment.\n\nGrabbing the kettle in her hands, she turned and approached the hearth, hanging the kettle above the fire and allowing it to warm. \n\n\"Truth be told, I have always wondered what the Isles look like. Perhaps I may visit _there,_ someday..\" Her gaze, once fixed on the fire, trailed off toward the door. She wrung her hands nervously as she stood straight again.\n\n\"I do not know where Uriel is. I have been sleeping all day. I am more than willing to help them find him,\" Marcelis whispered to herself, hoping she could keep up her alibi."
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"message": "Gavino left two soldiers at the entrance, before he and the other 17 continued onwards, following the little girl to Lord Python's office. In the office, Lady Python stood near the hearth, while a strange man Gavino didn't know right next to her. The pair seems to have just put the tea on, while also stoking the fire, the fuel of which seems to be wood and recently burned paper, too far gone to even tell what it was. Uriel was strangely absent from the room. \"Lady Python, stranger\" He greeted them, strange given the circumstances, \"Where is Uriel?\""
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"message": "Sion was just about to begin discussing the beauty of the Isles, the crystal blue waters, the white sand beaches, the obnoxious humidity, when Gavino entered the room. Sion didn't know the man by name, but he could recognize the uniform well enough. \"Oh, hello there.\" The Emissary was setting things up behind Uriel's desk. \"Sion Prosser, at your service.\" He settled back into his chair and clasped his hands over one knee. \"I could've sworn I'd heard that Uriel was downstairs. I haven't seen him all day, myself.\" A hand was lifted over his mouth, \"I've just woken up from a nap, myself. We're putting on a spot of tea, if you're interested.\" His attention briefly flittered to the Lady, \"Where is that particular type from, again?\""
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"message": "Marcelis froze, momentarily, feeling her heart hammer within her chest. She simply stared at the captain who'd entered, locking eyes only momentarily with Ginger. The girl dipped her head reverently before standing at the side of the doorway, her hands held before her respectfully. \n\nMarcelis swallowed, looking down to the fire again. Fear was an easy emotion to remember. And it reminded you of its presence, quite quickly. She closed her eyes, remembering the terror in Akno that would grip her when her parents occasionally ushered her to her room, speaking in hushed voices and practically hissing at her to stop her dreaming and not make a noise. Attendants and servants thought they were coy, but their whispers had never been lost on her. Burning. Imprisonment. She'd heard of it all. And perhaps they were exaggerated, in nature. But any punishment or squashing out of her magic that may come as a result of this debacle terrified her to the core. \n\nHopefully, her momentary lapse would make her seem distraught from Uriel's \"Disappearance.\"\n\n\"I believe that particular type came from Myridia, though, I can not be sure... Uriel would know..\"\n\nShe looked back up toward the captain, wondering if she may recognize him from anywhere. She usually kept to herself on this island, so the chances of that were rather unlikely.\n\n\"I... I do not know where Uriel is. Ever since I woke up, I have been worried sick,\" She said, reaching down to grab the tea with a hook that could stand the fire, before shakily placing the kettle down on Uriel's desk. The steam rose and helped her feign tears, though her nerves were enough to make her voice shaky.\n\n\"I am s-so confused.. All of a sudden he is gone, and there are all of these _people_ here.. Why can no one tell me what is happening?\" She said, sniffing and wiping her face."
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"message": "Mina Aenerion\nTerresol Markets\n\nThis morning had given Mira a series of errands to run. Crossing throughout the land required many items, naturally. She planned on carrying out the trip alone. Seclusion made for easy passage and manoeuvrability, and she wasn't the sorts to keep company. Except for the occasional drifter that may wish for night time company.\n\nThe markets were bristling with activity. The rustle of carts moving, meat being cut with thick cleavers, an iron being struck with a hammer, Mina could only deal with the brusk for so long. Standing in front of a fruit stall, she rolled an apple between her fingers, turning it over to scan for any bruising. \n\nRed apples to be exact. Green skins were too bitter, and Mina grew a sweet tooth when the money began to roll in. Whilst her concentration seemed to fixed on the various pickings in front of her, she was always acutely aware of her surroundings. Maybe an individual standing too close to brush her elbows, or a child that was at knee height and able to easily pick from her pocket. \n\nThrowing the apple into the air and catching it within her palm, she gathered a few and dropped them one by one into a side satchel, her hand already digging into her pockets and holding out a few silver coins between her tips in the merchants direction. Dropping them into his palm as he thanked her."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nTerresol Markets\n\nEravan was looking for any means of earning coin. He has been living of table scraps for a few days, sleeping wherever he could. He wandered into the Markets with one goal in mind: find some work and earn some gold. He heard rumors of an informant in the area. Perhaps he or she can lead Eravan to some coin. Being as large as he was, he was easily picked out in the crowd. He kept stopping and asking around for any signs of this \"Informant\", most unwilling to respond."
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"message": "Mina Aenerion\nTerresol Markets\n\nAs she turned to face the market, her gaze quickly caught onto a passerby who seemed to be heading in her direction. Cocking up a slender eyebrow, she recognised the face of the tavern owners son, meaning that something was about to grace her attention. As he stood up tall and foremost in front of the towering women, the corners of her mouth upturned into a small smile to great him.\n\n'Morning Tom. What news do you have for me?' Her voice was sultry, but low and kind.\n\nThe boy bounced off of his feet with energy, clearly flustered although Mina remained calm as ever. He glanced sideways to a big, bulky meat of a man. And Mina followed his gaze to watch the clearly lost individual tap on the shoulders of the townsfolk.\n\n'The bloke seems to be askin for ye miss' He spoke with a common tongue thick with the Terresol accent, much like her own as a child. But business means appearing professional, and of course, intelligent. She concisely nodded once as her eyes remained on the man. Lifting up a hand to ruffle the boys brown locks playfully as she turned on her heel and headed straight for the individual. \n\nA hand moved behind her coat, to gently hold on the hilt of an iron blade that was tucked tightly in the back of her belt. As a precaution. Steadying her breathing, she would be on edge for anything.\n\nPrincess Evelyn Welles\nTerresolian Marketplace\n\nLadies didn't go to markets, Princesses didn't even think of them. Evelyn had plenty of servants who did things like shopped for food, and even bought her perfume. After months of near isolation in her home, named Meros, the Princess began to disregard protocol. \n\nIt was supposed to be short ride on the property, which wasn't abnormal for the nature-loving Welles family. It was a family trait, even The Duke himself still had a love of sea spray and climbing. Although, sadly he hadn't seen much of either since his children were born. Evelyn's brother Brandon loved the sea, Evelyn loved the earth. Frequent trips outdoors were just a part of the daily life of any Welles guard. \n\nEvelyn had explored every stone in Meros though, and without Brandon there to bicker with her Father things were a little too quiet for her. She was warned that the market was dangerous, that it was possible for the guards to lose sight of her, and if that happened there was no telling what could happen. She took the risk anyway, and she was glad she did. There was a million things to look at. Red apples, baskets, roasted meat, and so much noise she felt like she'd never be able to her herself think again and she liked it.\n\nNot surprisingly, there wasn't one familiar face for most of the market. She was a little defeated by that at first until she saw a woman that Bran had entertained at home once. The woman's name escaped her, but she could never forget her face. She watched as she spoke with the boy, and she could only assume that he was a neighbor that she was kind to. That was enough for her to go over to say hello. \n\nHer hand moving behind her coat did little to alarm Evelyn, but her guard reached out to grab the back of her dress as she approached Mina, all smiles. \"I think you know my brother!\" She said to the woman before she was pulled back. She turned, confused to the guard who looked at Mina with a raised eyebrow. Evelyn looked back to Mina, \"Brandon... You probably call him Bran.\""
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"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nTerresol Marketplace\n\nEravan would notice the guard pull back the woman. He didn't recognize either the guard or the woman, so Eravan assumed that the guard was harrassing the woman. He grasped his longsword on his back, and began walking up to them. Him being a bear of a man, he easily walked through the crowd, quickly making it to them. He towered over everyone, even the guard, being easily 7 foot tall. His emerald green eyes were like a large cat's; enchanting but deadly, always watching for an opportunity to strike.\n\"I beg your pardon, but is there a problem?\""
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"message": "Mina Aenerion\nTerresol Markets\n\nAs a figure entered Mina's boundary, and a soft womanly voice cut through the crowd, her head snapped in the direction of Evelyn. Her eyes took a moment to find recognition of the face, her brows knotting with a slight confusion before she stopped in her step, and her mouth opened to reply before the princess was yanked back. \n\nAs she was, Mina's eyes shifted to the guard, meeting his gaze before she finally retreated her hand from her waist to fold her arms across her chest in a casual demeanour. A cheeky grin spread across her face as the corners as her cheekbones raised from the sheer act. Tilting her head like a cat contemplating the praying over of a mouse, she spoke.\n\n'Princess Evelyn... You've grown since I last saw you.' A quick glance over the princesses body from head to toe and back up again to meet her soft eyes.\n\n'Still small however.' she said playfully. 'I'm surprised you remember me. A keen memory you have there... And yes, Bran... Where is the adventurer?' \nShe asked with a genuine curiosity. Waiting patiently for her answer before the big brute from before stalked up to them. Mina may be cocky, but she wasn't stupid. And whilst the hairs on the her neck rose, she remained calm and prevented the itching urge to touch a defensive weapon.\n\nTaking a single step back away from the group to create some distance, a natural action for safety, she took the opportunity to look over the man as she did the princess. Tall, burly, although not fairly bright- pulling out his weapon and all in a busy place. Ego based maybe? Lack of care for authority? Sees himself as authority? \n\nAll of these thought now ran through her mind, as it always did. Taking notes and deducting. This is what she was good at. Paid for. She didn't answer, deeming the question for the princess rather than her.\n\nPrincess Evelyn Welles\nTerresolian Marketplace\n\nIt was a brief moment, an exchange of glances from the guard and Mina. When the woman removed her hand, Evelyn was released. She laughed when Mina called her small, \"I'm not up to date with my training.\" She teased back then nodded when she said she had a keen memory, \"With faces, but my memory fails me when it comes to your name. Forgive me.\" The question about her brother made her laugh, \"Officially, he's on a trading mission in the Southern Isles. Of course, as a friend, you know that means he could be anywhere. This has been a particularly long stretch for him, actually. He hasn't graced our shores in nearly half a year, and he isn't responding to any of my letters. I have no way of knowing if they are actually making their way to him though. If he doesn't return for my birthday, then I'll worry.\" \n\nWithin the first few minutes of opening her mouth, she was beginning to understand why Princesses didn't go to the marketplace.\n\nShe actually screamed a high pitched note when a man came charging, seemingly at her, with a weapon drawn. Of course that only escalated the situation, and her guards were very protective. They drew their weapons as the man did, stepping in front of the Princess like human shields. She didn't have to say a word because the guards spoke for her, \"Aye, you swinging your sword. Back away.\" One said sharply, sword also at the ready."
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"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nTerresol Marketplace\n\nEravan was surprised of this reaction, and was slightly taken aback by this guard's seemingly sudden change in attitude. He shook his head with a small smile on his face.\n\n\"Ah, it would appear I was mistaken.\"\n\nEravan sheathes his sword, crossing is arm across his chest in a salute directed towards the young lady who screamed.\n\n\"I do beg your pardon, madam. I meant not to scare you. I simply believed this man here was harrassing you.\"\n\nEravan's voice was exotic, obviously forgein, yet it was unlike any accent that most people had heard of, being its own unique one to his tribe. His tattoos were mostly hidden by his scale armor, but some of them peeked out from under it on his neck."
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"message": "Mina Aenerion\nTerresol Markets\n\nMina's grin seemed to widen ever so slightly at the event that unfolded. Shaking her head slowly from side to side with a small chuckle like a mother in a stressful but humorous situation. Looking between them all, she thought for a slight second whether to just simply walk away to avoid any confrontation that may arise. \n\nBut before she could make up her mind, the man sheathed his weapon and apologised. His accent instantly peaking her interest. It was thick... Strong and well mannered.\n\n'It appears as though our foreign friend is simply unaccustomed to meeting guarded princesses in a very local market. And don't worry Evelyn, the burliest of men are normally the most softest.' \n\nPassing a little wink in her direction to ease the tension that was created. She wanted the soldiers to ease up for feat of the man leaving... And Mina was only just beginning to dig. That was until she remembered Evelyns comment, causing Mina to regard the princess with a new intensity that was one of a slight worry, but mostly nosiness.\n\n'...Do you need my services princess?' Her tone was serious. And her face seemed to harden into stone.\n\nPrincess Evelyn Welles, Mina Aenerion, Eravan Nightwing\nTerresolian Marketplace\n\nEvelyn's heart was racing, but she relaxed a little when it all seemed to be a misunderstanding. The man's accent cleared a lot of things up, and she understood how to speak to a foreigner. She gently tapped the arm of her guard, but shaking them was going to be an impossibility for the duration of the conversation. \n\nMina's comment made her nod, that much she knew of men. \"Indeed,\" She said taking a glance over to the man with a nice enough smile. \"Thank you for being brave enough to raise your sword for me,\" She said politely before Mina got her attention again. Her question caught her a little off guard, considering what profession most female friends of her brother held. She tilted her head to the side, \"I don't believe so.\" She couldn't help the little laugh that she tried to stifle."
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"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nTerresol Marketplace\n\nEravan would nod to Evelyn, as he eyeballed the guard, seeming to size him up. He would nod to Mina as well.\n\n\"Perhaps you two can help me? I am looking for someone who can provide me with a job? I am a former bodyguard and bounty hunter looking for any way to earn some coin to pay for my meals.\""
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"message": "Mina Aenerion\nTerreson Markets. \n\nAs the princess seemed to shake off her comment with laugh, Mina somewhat stood there in a slight shock at the reaction after she put on her 'professional business women' attitude. She watched the princess for a couple of seconds too long a little uncomfortably. \n\nBefore finally shifting her gaze to instead view the market. Seeming somewhat now bored of the conversation at the rejection of being able to slide her way in to the chivalries of the royal family. Placing her hands in her pockets, she replied nonchalantly although her gaze seemed enticed by a young women who dropped her basket further within the market, and Mina looked favourably at cherubic face the maiden seemed to hold. \n\n'Ask the owner of 'The Broken Vial' tavern- his names Jokk. He'll most likely have something.' \n\nMaybe she should help the girl. Her mind already beginning to think of a pleasant warm night- but she had things to do. And she only wished the princess, or the man were by themselves so that she could entice them into conversation and gouged out their secrets. But it seems the lord wants to make her job a bother. It's not the first time.\n\nTurning to the princess finally, Mina eloquently bowed, grasping the soft palm of the princess that contrasted against Mina's worn calloused skin and lifted it up tenderly to meet her lips. Mina's eyes never left that of the princesses, staring confidently as she gently kissed the royals hand as a token of loyalty. \n\n'If you should ever become aware of my occupation Evelyn, you know where to find me.' And some pure delight of the innocent princess learning of her current presence with a being who was in some part, wicked made a shiver of delight caress her skin. Standing upright, she now turned to the man.\n\n'If you should frequent the bar, I may see you. Don't be a stranger, everyone loves fresh meat.' *And with a formal nod to the group, she sauntered away in the mass of the market.*\n\nEvelyn Welles, Mina Aenerion, Eravan Nightwing\nTerresolian Marketplace\n\nThere was something about the way her mood shifted when she giggled that made her stop short. Mina's expression made Evelyn swallow hard then bite down on her bottom lip as she stared at her. Clearly she offended the woman, and when she thought about it she really should have offended her. She hadn't thought that one through. She lowered her gaze from Mina first, breaking the eye contact to look down at the state of her hemline. \n\nWhen she looked back up Mina had look away now, was addressing the man, giving him a clear direction to look for a job. She had already embarrassed herself, but she wanted to say something other than an apology. \"That's very kind of you to help,\" She said to Mina after she'd told the man where to look for a job. She looked over to him, \"I wish you great success.\" \n\nSuddenly, Mina took her hand. It felt rough to the touch, sort of like her maid after she finished braiding her hair. The little bumps a sign of hard work, and Evelyn simply let her take her hand. She wrinkled her brow a bit when she gave her sort of a riddle as to what her profession was. She wanted to inquire further, but now was certainly not the time. Evelyn nodded when she said she knew where to finer her, \"We shall speak again soon.\" She hoped that conveyed that she would find out, and when she did... She'd come discuss it. \n\nEvelyn nodded her head, the formal way to end the conversation as she also turned to leave the market. \n\nWith a new task, she'd be back soon."
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"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nTerresol Marketplace\n\nEravan would look as the two women went about their ways. He would seem to contemplate whether to follow one or the other, but decided just to head towards the bar. He needed the coin, and any hope of help is definetely needed.\n\nHe would bow his head as he walked towards the bar."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nVouno province\n\nFresh air, the brisk wind flowing through trees. Krujen was carrying firewood back home for the night. He also had some sort of sleigh for hunting game, and a deer was on the leather bottom. The vegetables they grew were already harvested for dinner and the sun was starting to set. He picked up pace as he walked down the pathways back to his little wooden cottage. He scratched at his chin, the short hairs of a goatee felt like sandpaper against his fingers. When he arrived, he fed Snowflake and went to skin the deer outside by a small rack."
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"message": "Annalise Elaine\nVouno Province\n\nAnnalise let out a loud war cry as she chased her cowardly friend through the forest behind her home. \"No! Swords scare me, Anna!\" Annalise held her sword in the air fearlessly, just like she had seen the knights in her village do. A giggle escaped her lips as she chased her friend around corners. Soon, her friend had about enough and went home leaving Annalise with her sword and a rotten smile on her face. Giggles escaped her mouth as she walked towards Krujen's home. He had mentored her for about two years and she could handle a sword. Their story had evolved into a brother and sister bond, Annalise being close enough to be considered an unbreakable duo. \n\"Krujen.\" Annalise called as she walked into the small cottage. She hadn't seen him for a few hours. She placed her muddy sword on the table and grabbed an apple off of a small table in the kitchen. \"Krujennn?\" She continued calling as she walked out of the cottage."
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"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nVouno province\n\n\"Over here Anna!\" He yelled, little ways from the cottage, he draped the freshly cut deerskin on a fence. \"Just cutting this up for dinner, what do you think? Should we roast it over an open fire or put it in a pan with some potatoes?\" He put the different cuts of meat in large clay pots, full of some salt brine for preservation. He closed the smallest one and handed it to her, whilst he hoisted the rest back home. \"Maybe make a stew instead? We have all the vegetables here. We just have to pick soon before night falls.\" He sets the pots down besides a table, where he went over to the fireplace, lighting it with some flint and steel."
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"message": "Annalise Elaine\nVouno Province\n\nAnnalise hopped off of the cottage porch and ran to Krujen's side with a happy smile. He was truly her best friend and everyone in the village knew this. \"Krujen! Corey is a chicken! I've never met a boy his age scared of swords!\" Annalise rambled and wiped her dirty forehead. It was almost like she had been rolling in dirt. \"Can we cook it with potatoes?\" Annalise grinned and looked up at Krujen. Excitedly, she held the food and walked beside Krujen happily. He was the only one who had really known her for years. As soon as they got home, she set it down on a table and she took her dirty sword off of the table. \"I swear. Some boys in this village are cowards.\" Or perhaps they knew that harming Annalise was no better than a death sentence."
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"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nVouno province\n\nHe chuckled, before taking out a pot, He dropped some of the deer in, some salt and some herbs he grew in the garden, He began to chop potatoes down to size before dumping it all into the pot. He shuffled some coals around and hung the pot over the fire. \"Don't be mean to the village children, they haven't experienced the reality of this world, so they might be big softies.\" He tended to some side dishes, water and some simple salad would do."
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"message": "Annalise Elaine\nVouno Province\n\n\"Speaking of the real world, will we ever be going to visit your friends at the old Chestnut?\" Annalise smiled and sat down on the floor, watching him excitedly. The child had grown fond of the burly man named Joe. He and Krujen had been awfully nice to her while she stayed at the Old Chestnut after Daniella had done a number on her. A knock sounded through the cottage and Annalise stood up immediately before running to the door. Perhaps, it was one of her plenty friends. At the door stood a guard with Correy's parents. Probably upset that the young girl had managed to scare their son. A small smile, a proud one at that, washed over her features. \"Krujen, Anna got another complaint!\""
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"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nVouno province\n\nKrujen gave a hearty laugh, before greeting the three. \"Did she scare the starlights out of your child again?\" He gave a wide smile, looks like this news was more like christmas. He would have a talk with her later though.\n\nMeanwhile...\n~~~\nMozi'ach blutgerinnsel \nVouno province\n\nA carriage was rolling down the paths, two black horses trotted along. \"Oh? I see... Execution... Number 341.\" He wrote in a little book, it was rare to see anyone literate besides upperclassmen. \"Seems to be... Tomorrow. Pleasant to hear, what was his death sentence?\" He set his book down, before picking up a cup and sipping from it slowly. It was ordinary earl grey tea."
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"message": "Annalise Elaine\nVouno Province\n\nDue to his response, Annalise smiled and held his hand believing that she wouldn't be in trouble because he got a good laugh. \"I'm sorry for scaring him so badly... Again. I just like playing with my sword.\" The guard had grown quite fond of Annalise and her simple ways of tormenting village children. Shyly, she pressed her head against Krujen's side. The people at the door scoffed and the guard nodded before leading them away. \"See what I mean?\" Annalise explained as she threw her arms up in the air. Her eyes were wide as she seemed more than dramatic. \"May I go to a shop for some bread!\" Annalise smiled and hugged him, looking extremely hopeful."
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"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nVouno province\n\n\"Yes, but in the morning. Dinner is almost ready.\" It seemed quite quickly when they ate and Krujen was exhausted from the day's affairs. He snuffed the fire out and stored the leftovers from last night into a vacant clay pot. He made sure the door was locked and the windows were sealed. He excused himself for the night, reminding Anna that she would have to go to bed before the moon reached it's peak."
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"message": "Annalise Elaine\nVouno Province\n\nA small yawn escaped Annalise's lips as she shuffled out of her bedroom, her nightgown rubbing through the floor. Grumbling, she rubbed her eyes and pushed her tangled hair out of her face. She wiped the dried drool off of the corner of her mouth and turned to find a dress to wear for when she left with Krujen. Sleepily, she chose a plain white dress and grabbed a pair of sandals before walking back to her bedroom. Shutting her door, she changed and slipped on her shoes. \"Krujen!\" Her voice was hoarse as she walked out of her bedroom. A bad feeling settled in her stomach as she walked to the table and grabbed her sword. \"I'm ready!\" Annalise was ready to skip breakfast to go to the village to grab her favorite bread. Smiling, she swung the sword around slowly."
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"message": "Queen Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nIt had been six days since Charity received word that a royal carriage entered from the South Feyshore border. They had been in talks of her coming for a visit as she had done to Astoria previously. Considering the amount of time, and constant notifications from towns along the way about the visiting Duchess and Queen, she should be arriving within the hour.\n\nCharity was not waiting at the front of her keep for the neighboring Queen. She was instead in her study, getting some last pieces of work done on something definitely Queenly in nature. But Charity could be ready at a moments notice to greet her neighbor and good friend, should she be spotted entering the city proper.\n\nLuckily the notice came soon after finishing the definitely queenly business. And Charity went outside to greet the Duchess. Of course, even with the notice she was given she'd still have to wait a few minutes for her to actually arrive."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol** \n\nMikhail had decided not to come along, opting instead to travel to South Feyshore to spend the week the with Stafford family. She had offered for him to stay in Astoria alone under heavy protection, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea. \n\nSo she headed to Sol alone, enjoying the quiet week in all the towns she stopped in on the way. It had been a while since she'd traveled for leisure, and getting to spend warm days wandering markets and eating new recipes. By the time she actually arrived in Sol, she was practically glowing. \n\nStepping from the carriage, she was greeted by Charity's guard, and escorted into the castle. It was always difficult to maintain professional when all she wanted was to run over and embrace the woman. \n\n\"Charity, my darling, how are you?\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nA smile was brought to the woman's face when she saw the full form of her recently close friend come into view. It seemed like several months had passed since she last saw Anya, and she was excited to show her about Sol.\n\n\"Much better now that you're here.\" Charity said, she cringed at herself slightly at the cliche line she just spouted, but it was true. While Anya maintained professionalism, Charity could not. She walked straight up to Anya and gave her a big hug. \"I hope Terresol has been treating you well along your journey here.\" The rainy season had for the most part passed, there may be a few bad storms yet to come, but from here on out it's mostly sun in the weather. Hopefully sun is what Anya has been treated to so far in the Sunrise kingdom."
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"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan \nSol, Terresol**\n\n\"Oh it's been wonderful.\" Anyanka assured her, taking the woman's hug and squeezing her tightly, resting her chin on the dark haired woman's shoulder. Her hair smelled strongly of bath oils, and she suddenly had the pleasure of a blink of a vision of Charity's bathroom. \n\n\"It's been so long since I've traveled for pleasure, getting to take my time coming up here was a genuine treat. Your nation is thriving, your people seem to be enjoying the sun as well, and it's certainly more than I can say for Astoria. We've been hit with storms for months, it'll be another few weeks before we get to see the full force of the sun again.\" She finally released her, her hands staying on the woman's arms at her elbows. \n\n\"I hope you won't find yourself too busy with duties, I'd love to get the tour of Sol from the Queen herself.\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"I'm sure that after the storms pass Astoria will be just as beautiful as Terresol is now.\" Charity said, looking into the other queen's eyes. She meant it. In response to her other statement, Charity said this \"Well, given the amount of time I've had to prepare for your visit because of our letters, I've done some things in advance and pushed some things back. For the time you have here I should be open for most of it\"\n\n\"I have a route planned out for the tour. Some points of interest from both before and after taking on the role of queen. And maybe we can visit my old house too. For now though, why don't I show you your room?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan \nSol, Terresol**\n\nHer brow raised as a smile crept upon her painted lips. \"Points of interest from before you had your crown, why does that sound like the most intriguing items on our agenda?\" She teased, and took the woman's hand to squeeze it playfully. \"Good, I'm glad to know we'll finally get some uninterrupted time. \"\n\nWith that, she glanced behind her to find the carriage was already being unloaded and her belongings being moved away. No doubt they would be taken to her room, but through servants halls and on a delay as to not interrupt the invitation Charity just gave. Anya nodded, squeezing her neighbor's hand. \n\n\"I'd like that very much. A bath and a fresh dress sounds like heaven.\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"They're nothing special in general, but they are specifically to me and I wish to share it with you.\" The places she had in mind were important to her when she was a poor philanthropist in the city of Sol, campaigning against the monarchy. She looked back on those times in fondness, the irony not lost on her.\n\nCharity then led Anya down the corridor to where it was planned for her to stay the trip. If she ended up sleeping elsewhere it wasn't a problem. The room was the one directly adjacent to Charity's own quarters. \"A bath does sound rather nice right about now doesn't it?\" She agreed as she parted Anya's doors and entered, still holding onto the duchess as she did."
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"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan \nSol, Terresol**\n\n\"I've found the places that we occupied before the world started looking in on us tend to have the best stories. Or-\" She raised a shoulder as they walked down the corridor towards her temporary chambers. \"At least have the stories I like to hear most.\" She clarified, letting Charity take the lead on opening the doors. \n\n\"A week in hostels wasn't beneath me, but it did make me miss the pleasures of the Astorian bathhouse. Probably the best thing I've taken with me from my time in Amoroth. \" She mused, and stepped into the quarters with Charity in tow. As soon as they were both inside, Anya pushed the door closed with her foot, and turned to Charity, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away. \n\n\"Thank you again for hosting, I've wanted to see your home for so long.\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"Well there's no bathhouse here, unfortunately. But the baths are big enough to fit two people, so maybe that'll help some in that regard.\" She said quickly before being kissed. Charity wasn't the least bit surprised. The only surprise is that it hadn't happened sooner, but alas it was only a quick one.\n\n\"Thank you for coming, it can get lonely in a keep. Even if it's full of people\""
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"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan \nSol, Terresol**\n\nIt was still a little strange -she had to admit- her relationship with Charity. Before she'd taken any kind of title, relations with women were common. Even with Angelica at her side through her ascension, she'd never felt shy or shamed about it. But something about Charity being in a position of power made her extremely cautious not to, well, fuck it up. \n\nNothing had really been said out loud as to what was happening behind closed doors, and she didn't see a reason to push the subject. It was comments like the baths in Terresol being large enough to accommodate two that made her want to openly ask what lines were drawn, but instead she just nodded. \n\n\"It will definitely help.\" She agreed, and smiled once more. \"I can understand that fully. Were you intending to join me in one of your large baths, or was that just a bragging point on your home?\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Teresol\n\nCharity couldn't help but smile in response to Anya's smile, \"If you want me in there,\" She gestured to the door in the back of the room. That bathroom, no doubt, \"I have every intention of joining you, otherwise I was just bragging.\""
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"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol**\n\nAnya tore her attention away to look over her shoulder to the place Charity indicated, and upon seeing it was a private bath, she grinned. \"I think it's befitting of a good hostess not to leave her guest unattended.\" She said casually, then looked back to Charity. \"Ever.\" She added, and took her hand, pulling her forward to catch her lips once more, letting the kiss linger before bringing her with her to test out the truth of Charity's statements."
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nFade to black."
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity grabbed onto the Duchess' hand, she'd already planned out a route. There wasn't many places to visit, but there was some walking time in between them. Luckily the first place to visit wasn't very far. Charity led her friend towards the back side of the keep, a part rarely visited except by those living and working inside the keep.\n\nOne of the last things Charity saw in Zahrada was the garden where Anya's son's statue stood. Charity thought to return the favor. While nowhere as beautiful, the Sol garden served more of a functional purpose. It had four room sized square planters filled with native plants and trees of the four provinces of Terresol besides Vasilios.\n\nVouno's square had a tall pine tree, with little to cover the ground except old pine needles and ferns. Akno's square also had a tall tree but the base was wider and was decorated with actual leaves instead of pines, and it had grass poking straight through the artificial pond. The Stafili square had trees same as the previous two, but was able to fit more than one since the trees were smaller, the Stafili square also had more to cover the ground with, with small shrubs and tall grass galore. Finally the Milo square has simply an apple tree surrounded by a grass of the most vibrant green. \"I know you like gardens, probably not what you imagine when you hear garden, but it has its charms\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity led her outside, around the back of the keep, and Anya quickened her pace to keep up with the woman. She didn't know what to expect, but the garden she was shown reminded her of a careful curated memorial. \n\nCharity dismissed it as not much, but Anya smiled regardless. \"I once lived for a decade in a place of nothing but ice and cliffs, the smallest patch of grass and greenery can be lavish after that.\" She told her, and motioned to them. \n\n\"There's a story behind it, correct?\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"There are two competing stories behind it. This garden is centuries old and has no plaques so its original meaning may have been lost. The nicer of the two stories goes that each plot represents the climate of a different Terresolian province. It's meant to remind us that while we all live in the kingdom of Terresol, we lived different experiences. It's a reminder to be understanding. The other story is that an ancienct Vortigern wanted to bring home the climates of the other provinces. The first one is a lot nicer.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol\n\nThe redhead raised her chin in acknowledgement. \"It is.\" She agreed, and moved toward the Apple tree. \n\n\"We've yet to bear fruits in the Astorian gardens.\" She murmured, reaching up to run her finger along the shining skin of one of the apples. \n\n\"I never knew much about the Vortigerns.\" She added, then moved her hand back to her side, turning once more to Charity. \"I like your garden, love.\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"I left home looking for resources, something to help Sevdant, because when I left there was still a war going on. Well I say 'war' but it was really just the standard feuding of the islands of the Southern Isles. Not long after I received word that someone from another islandd had united the Isles under one banner. My reason for leaving was no longer valid, but I didn't want to go home and live under the rule of another island, so I stayed here in Terresol. I built this for myself to live in. Technically illegally at the time. It's small, but it kept the dangers away.\"\n\n\"I became a prominent member of the Sol community doing odd jobs around the city and helping out other citizens of Sol. It was around this time I met a man named Bolt Vostro, who talked about monarchies being a parasite on civilized society. The man was a bit silly in nature, maybe also a bit extreme but some of what he said resonated with me. I mostly kept those views to myself though as I grew in popularity around the city. What really lead to me taking power was Vronti Kelwynd, after he poisoned nearly the entire Vortigern family. I stepped up my game, I called in some favors, followed up with contacts, and rallied the city against Vronti. For my efforts I was assigned an official peacekeeping position.\"\n\n\"Basically all the government was at that point was me, Caderyn, and Carney, both holding positions that kept them from taking the crown. I held the military back for what was perhaps too long, keeping them to protect the capital. But I finally relented and let Carney and Caderyn go after Vronti, it was an initially successful campaign. But it was a combination of an unusual drought, unusual rain in said drought, Ibethelian mercenaries, and Carney's arrogance that led to the decimation of the military in the swamplands that you likely passed through in your travel. Both princes made it out of the battle, but went into self-exile after a council named me acting queen until the Vronti situation was dealt with. It became a bit more permanent because of the exile, and the deal I made with Vronti.\"\n\nCharity felt just a tiny bit exhausted from the retelling of her whole life's story. \"Up until I was elected Queen I lived here, and for awhile afterwards, my twin siblings lived here too. One day they just kind of left though. They left a note but didn't say where they were going.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol \n\nShe hadn't expected a story like that. She'd expected something about, well, she didn't know. But certainly not something so heartbreaking to hear. The exhaustion at letting the story flow out wasn't mistaken, and Anyanka gave a small nod. The past wasn't the best thing to talk about in most cases, and she couldn't lay a finger on a place in that story she wanted to unpack that wouldn't lead to a months worth of story telling. So she settled on an easier topic. \n\n\"Do you miss them?\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"Well we weren't very close, they just lived with me because they didn't want to stay at home. Even though I always knew it was temporary, and that they'd move on sooner or later, I did enjoy having them around and do miss them. But I also know that they're better wandering wherever they are than being couped up in a keep or a small shack in the woods. Maybe they'll pop up again some day.\"\n\nThinking about her twin siblings led Charity to think about all of her siblings and cousins. She had quite a few. She began to wonder something, \"Do you have any siblings, Anya?\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nThe sun burned brightly of the roofs of the villas of Sol, spots where shadows dominated were few and far between. The air seemed to blur, leaving any pedestrians wondering if what they saw was real, or just a figment of their imagination brought on by the draught and the lack of water they had or rather hadn't consumed that day. \nIn between the hustle and bustle of the alleys, a tall hooded figure made her way through the crowd, a large black and white canine padding at their heel, tongue hanging out to cool down their torso. Ymara Charac reached out her left hand to give her companion a pat on the head, whispering something unintelligible to the beast. Seemingly calmed down by the words, it nuzzled its large muzzle into the woman's hand. Using her right hand, Ymara wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead which had already threatened to follow a trail down to her nose. \nWe'll be fine, she thought. We've made it this far, we can go a bit longer."
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"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol, Sol\n\n*Julian walked through the Alleyways pushing past the crowds of people lining the passageway she was dressed in her steel plated armour, her helmet was held tightly under her arm just above her leather longsword holster. Beads of sweat fell down her face as she continued to walk. After walking a great distance she came across the canine and its owner she gazed at them both for a second before approaching them.\n\n\"That is a beautiful looking creature you've got there\" She smiles reaching out to pet it cautiously in case it wasn't so friendly she glanced up to the owner inspecting her face for a little \"Hello My Name is Julian what is yours?\" She said as her hand slowly approached the dogs back"
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"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nYmara looked up to see a figure in full armour gazing up at her. Beads of sweat streamed down her face and she had reached out to pet Xerxes. A bold move, she thought. Usually people shied away when seeing such a large dog, intimidated by his stature and weight. This one seemed to be an exception, Ymara thought with a smile. Next to her, Xerxes tilted his head to one side, looking at her. \nShe laughed. \"Go ahead, boy.\" As if on cue, Xerxes licked Julian's hand. Turning back to Julian, Ymara replied, \"Thank you. That's Xerxes\",she gestured to herself, \"- and I'm Ymara. You're hot..\" Blushing, she stuttered, \"Er, that c-came out wrong. I meant because of the weather you have to *Feel* Hot.\""
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"message": "*\"Why thank you!\" *Her smile grew bigger as she looked up at the woman and blushed a little she loved getting complimented as not many people dared too. Normally was Julian was an aggressive hot head but there was something about the person and the canine that calmed her down they seemed nice. She moved her hair pit her eyes and moved her ashy blonde braid over her shoulder.*\n\n*\"Good boy, Who's a good boy. Yeah, you're\". She said to the canine she had already fallen in love with the thicc pupper boy. \"So what brings you around these parts\"* *She said playing with her Braid and smiling looking up upon the woman as she was a lot taller than her nearly a whole foot taller than her, in fact, it was usual to see a woman of such stature and beauty*"
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"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Well we're just out here - exploring.\" Ymara made some vague hand gestures. \"The little girl in me is looking for an adventure, as stupid as that may sound. And um- I'm actually from here. Well, not directly. We've been on the road a few days. \" \n\nShe didn't know what it was, but something about the knight had made her careless. She usually didn't reveal part of her objective to strangers. Well, at least not that fast. Letting her hood fall back, Ymara reaveled a head full of curls which bounced all over the place once set free. \n\n\"What about you? Ready to rescue that beautiful maiden of yours?\", she grinned, pushing her hair back, sweat sparkling on her muscular forearms. Shedding her cloak and stuffing it into a bag she wore at her hip, Ymara continued, \"Let's get out of here, shall we?\""
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"message": "Julian Bennet\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Yeah I've had a long walk I need a rest where too?\" As Julian stood up she let out a little grunt of pain her Armour digging into her mildly sunburnt shoulders her hair fell free as she took out the rope bounding her hair. Her hair was unkempt and messy it was quite long it ran about halfway down her back.\n\nShe tucked her hair into her armour and put on her helmet as she was a little insecure about her looks although she wasn't ugly she didn't like her freckles and blemishes that covered her face she grinned briefly underneath her helmet and stretched a little.\n\nWhile her arms were raised the woman would be able to see a brief puncture in her armour on her hip and what looked to be a bandaged wound although the bandage would've been stained in blood and quite old (a couple of days old) she put her hand over it for a second before saying \"Lead the way\""
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"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"There's an inn not to far from here, a friend of mine is the patron. The ale isn't too pricey, either. If you're up for that, of course. At least both Xerxes and I need a drink.\"\n\nYmara produced a strip of cloth from the insides of her tunic and used it to bind her hair away from her face. \n\nLooking back at her companion, she said quietly, \"You don't need to hide. At least not from us. Those freckles make you who you are. And I'm sure that anyone who insults you will get their rebuttal.\" Glancing at the sword at Julian's side, she grinned. \"I'm assuming you know how to use that. And when you're done showing them who's boss, let me have a round, alright?\" \nA mischevious glint lit up her eyes. \"I might not seem like it, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.\""
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"message": "\"I've trained with this sword since I was five years of age, of course, I know how to use it and yknow cheap booze sounds nice reminds me of home.\" *Her hand suddenly dives into her bag after a couple of seconds of searching through the bag she produces a white cloth with a centred red cross* \n\n*She wrapped the red cross around her plated armour. This red cross also appeared on her buckler which was fastened to her waste if you don't know a buckler is a small shield.*\n\n*Julian was fascinated by the lady it was like she was birthed by giants and she had freckles too which kinda made them alike in an odd sorta way. If the women didn't guess by now Julian was a posh twat. Born into a rich family with lots of servants and friends until she got kicked out of her Town and they abandoned her*"
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"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nYmara led the way, making sure that her loyal hound followed close behind. Noticing her excitement, the canine pressed himself against her legs and licked her hand. Noise next to her made her look up. Julian had positioned herself on her right side and was now sporting a shield to match her sword. Narrowing her eyes to enable her to see better in the searing heat, she spotted something akin to a coat of arms. Why the knight didn't bother to take off her armour, she didn't know. Ymara figured it was her business and her business alone. Julian would do so eventually, she reasoned. After all no one fared too long in this kind of heat. \n\nTurning to the left, she spread her left hand out in front of her, motioning to a small inn - wedged in between an apothecary and a bucher's shop. An iron plate above the threshold marked it as 'Annalise's'. Seeing the inn, Xerxes' tail began to wag. Ymara laughed and petted him behind the ears. \"Missed her, haven't you?\"\n\nTurning back to Julian, she said, \"Welcome to the worst-kept secret inn in all of Sol. Ladies first?\" She winked and walked forward, holding the door. \"Based on your armour I'm assuming you are - or used to be rich folk. Forgive me if I'm wrong.\""
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"message": "Julian Bennet\nTerresol, Sol\n\nJulian Followed Ymara eventually making it to the hotel beads of sweat continued to roll down her face only this time she couldn't cool down under her full suit of armour after a few seconds of scratching at her helmet she puts her hand on the nearest wall to support herself.\n\nAfter she regained her strength she looked up at the women and said \"I used to be but that doesn't matter anymore\" She fell forwards due to the intense about of heat she couldn't support her own weight anymore, her legs just gave out maybe it's for the best before she causes herself any more harm.\n\nJulian rolls onto her back and just lays there her arms and legs sprawled out she was too exhausted. She angrily muttered to herself something inaudible before passing out"
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nThe sound of clattering armour on cobblestones made Ymara look to her left. Seeing the knight sprawled out on the ground, she muttered a curse. \n\"Why do they always have to be so damn valiant *All the time*?\", she questioned, more to herself than anyone else, really - seeing that one party of her companions was an animal and the other was currently out cold. \nWith an exasperated sigh, the woman moved towards Julian, whose face was now exposed and in the process of being licked by a whining Xerxes. The helmet must've been loosened by the impact, she thought. Dropping to her knees at Julian's side, Ymara stretched out her left hand towards the knight's neck to check for a pulse. Relieved to find one, she let out a pent up breath. \n\"Probably just overheated.\", she whispered. A passerby would think she was crazy, Ymara realised. Well, she didn't care. Looking the armour up and down, she began loosening the breastplate, removing the buckler and greaves. \nShooting a look at her dog, she motioned for him to move to the side, gently pulling the now exposed chainmail over Julian's head. Her braid had untangled itself and some flyaway strands had covered the knight's cheeks and forehead. Tentatively, Ymara reached out and pushed them to the side with her left index finger. Beside her, Xerxes let out a happy bark. Blushing, she stopped. \"Shut up, no *You* Like her too much for your own good.\"\nReaching down at her side, she pulled out her wineskin. Water would've probably been better, she realised, but beggars can't be choosers. She'd get a refill inside. Annalise owed her that much, if not more. \nDrawing a deep breath, Ymara dumped the wine over Julian's face, in an attempt to get her out of her unconsciousness."
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"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"My everywhere hurts\" *She moans in pain she flinches a little before rubbing her eyes and whimpering like a sore dog she tries her best to get up but just stumbles back down her arms collapsing beneath her she felt limp and weak probably because of the lack of Water and food she's consumed on her 3 day adventure\n\"Thank you for your help... Friends\" \nShe lays still rubbing her burnt shoulders and neck wincing in agony. She felt the armour sliding off her body and immediately forced herself up into a sitting position, \"Please leave the armour\" She started falling unconscious again before SPLASH the wine hit her, face leaving faint puddles of wine in the dimples on her face. \"W... W..Well, th... At certainly cooled me down\""
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"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"What on earth were you thinking - wait, no. You obviously *Weren't* Thinking.\" \nYmara's voice was a mixture of anger and relief that Julian seemed to be okay. \n\"I get that your armour's important to you-\", she glanced to the side where the amassed heap of metal lay, \"- and it's fine but your health is so much more important.\"\nTurning her wineskin upside down into its usual position, she glanced inside. Satisfied, she looked back at Julian. \n\"Drink the rest. Are you able to hold it yourself, or should I assist you?\", she questioned, her insides turning at the thought of being able to touch the knight's skin again. A warm feeling spread out inside of her and this time, she couldn't blame it on ale. Not yet, at least."
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"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol,Sol\n\"Ugh, No! I can do it myself\" *She really couldn't but she would not accept help off a stranger as she was too proud and dignified even though she was collapsed on the ground with minimal ways to get up especially with the blisters starting to form on her shoulders from both the armour digging into her shoulders and the sun which hurt a lot and kind of made her move a little bit like a robot ever movement was like daggers in her sides but she braved it and slowly managed to pick herself up*"
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Right. Suit yourself. Then there's probably also no need for me to help you with those plates on your shoulder, am I correct?\" Ymara replied sarcastically, throwing the almost depleted wineskin in Julian's general direction. \nRummaging around in the bag attached to her waist, she produced a small flask. \"That should help with the sunburns. I'll ask inside if they've got some spare cloth, your stab wound doesn't look too good.\" She paused, looking straight into Julian's eyes. \"I know you like to play tough. I have my pride too. Give it some time and you'll realise that I can be trusted.\"\nWith that, she turned on the spot and began walking to the entrance, but not before placing the flask on the cobblestones in front of the knight. \"Use it in small amounts and make sure that I'll get it back.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"No, I'm fine thank you\" *Julian put on a brave face as she stumbled towards her armour she took a sip or two from the flask she just received she opened her mouth wide to enjoy every last drop of it she would apologise for not leaving any later probably if she didn't forget. She held her bandaged wound tightly it was beginning to hurt again it was obvious Julian was in pain by the face she was now pulling she shuffled in the direction Ymara left. \"Ymara I've got your flask for you!\" She shouts nervously \nShe inspected the room examining all four corners scrupulously while she waited for Ymara to reveal herself. Julian was extremely nervous as she was somewhere she had never been and was incapable of fighting anyone or anything\n\nJulian was a pessimist and always thought of the worst that could happen in a situation even in certain circumstances this could be a good thing but situations like this it left her crippled with anxiety, her armour was the only thing that made her feel safe. She felt rather vulnerable and scared."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nYmara turned from her position at the bar. Walking back into Annalise's had felt... Strange. There was no other word to describe it. Every inch of this place brought along memories, both good and bad. Her eyes flew around the room as a reaction to her name being called. \n\nThere, the barrel of ale that ended up being the one thing you should never argue over with pirates, unless you wanted to get beaten to a pulp - a lesson Ymara had learned the hard way. A little bit to the left, there it was. The table under which her life had changed, where she'd poured kisses over the patron as plentiful as the ale flowed from the tap. Clothes had been left on the floor as soon as the action had moved elsewhere. Wistfully, Ymara grinned. She'd apologised to her for ruining the day's earnings but her lover had only laughed, giving Ymara time to catch her breath.\n\nThis time though, she realised that it hadn't been Annalise. It was the knight. Sunburnt and frazzled, leaning against the doorframe for support. Ymara raised a hand as a way of greeting and followed that up with a sharp whistle to be heard over the loud customers. \n\"Over here!\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol, Sol \n\nJulian shuffled Towards Ymara carrying all her armour tightly in her hands she pushed past a few customers making a few swear and pull dirty faces at her she carried on ignoring them mostly until she pushed into the wrong guy and the man threw his first towards her out of pure rage and anger, she quickly held the armour she was carrying out in front of her blocking his fist after his punch successfully connected with the armour she quickly dropped it and swung her foot aiming for the mans, Uhhh man parts.\n\nAfter the foot connected with his uh balls the man fell to his knees squealing in pain, \"Didn't you're parents teach you it was rude to hit a lady\" She said mockingly before spitting on his collapsed corpse \"Sorry love I'll play nicer next time\", she picks up her armour and carries on shuffling towards Ymara, she wasn't particularly proud as the person she just sent crying was probably very, very drunk. Julian opens her arms wide as she approaches Ymara going in for a hug. \"Thank you for your help\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nYmara's brain short-circuited. Julian was actually going in for a hug? Realising that she hadn't moved, she was quick to return the gesture, pulling the other woman closer. Her head spun - not just from the heat as the tavern offered a welcome distraction from the weather outside. \nJulian's body smelled like sweat, wine and the minty freshness of Ymara's healing balm, she realised. An odd combination, but certainly enjoyable. She wanted it to last a little while longer. Thus, she tightened her grip on the other woman, ever so slightly. She didn't want to risk anything, not yet. Hell, she didn't even know if there *Was* Something yet. \n\nHer mouth close to Julian's hair, she murmured, \"Anytime. Good job on that shithead out there.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nTerresol, Sol\n\nWell my lad would indeed, slide on in here. He was away from the ship which naturally made him jittery. He hated being on land if he was being a hundred percent honest. The sea was his home not this filthy land lubbering pot hole. But bars were good enough. He needed new crew members! After a particularly disastrous expedition, they'd lost a shit ton of their crew. He needed fighters, men and women with fire in their bellies and salt in their veins. A few bilge rats would run around, looking for tough people, offering a gold coin here and there to anyone who looked like they could put up a fight, and telling them to talk to Salim, who had sat down near the entrance corner by then. One would give a coin to Ymara and another offered to Julian, pretty much forcing it on them since they didn't speak much common."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol, Sol\n\nJulian rested her head against Ymara's chest and started to grip her waist tighter she slowly swayed side to side still keeping a tight grip of her hips wrapping her arms around her back she was still a little scared of the woman but why would she want to hurt her? Julian adjusted her hands a little and looked up at her with a huge grin on her face \"Anytime gotta put these stupid men in their places\" She stutters continuing to grin creepily. She didn't want to make any moves just yet because she knew it would frowned upon in public as two women together were kind of taboo."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nYmara smiled into Julian's hair but looked straight ahead at the ghoul of a man practically shoving the gold in their faces. \n\"Do-\", she drew a breath, reluctantly letting go of the knight, \"-do we look like *Prostitutes* To you? Scram. Quickly. Before I make you regret you ever set foot in here.\"\n\nLooking back at Julian, she continued. \"My apologies. But that almost looked like a dance? I have to warn you though, I'm Sol's three time consecutive dace champion. Think you can keep up, once you've rested?\" \n\nWiping her forehead, she turned back to the bar. \"Cissily, love? Two ales and jug of water for the beast over here? You're a darling.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "**\"No sex! Fight Madam! FIGHT!\"** The little thing said. He looked no more than 15 but his eyes and faint fingernails made him look much smaller but older. **\"Captain! Fight! Crew! Money!\"** Inberween each word was a splattering of Arabic. Poor kid didn't know common. ~~I swear I'm not trying to cock block you~~ \n\nSalim sipped his drink and checked his pocket watch. He seemed much to refined to be here. Atleast from looks. He looked like a noble almost. He'd been on land for 15 minutes. Much longer than he'd like."
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"message": "Julian Bennet \nTerresol, Sol\n\"Look, we're not interested,\" She said slowly approaching the man's table she didn't look too happy especially when he slides in and ruins her little conversation the arrogant twat it's like he's asking for a punch maybe it was just because Julian was a little hot-headed and got angry extremely easily. \"Now can you stop bothering us or else, \" She says leaning towards him lightly banging her fist on the table trying to intimate him although that was kind of hard when a 5'4 knight is standing in front of you especially when they're not wearing their armour. But what the pirate didn't know is she was quite handy with her fists (sorry for the pun)."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Oh, for the love of Sytheon!\" Ymara turned back, an exasperated look on her face. Simultaneously she wished she hadn't spoken at all since even a mention of the deity was frowned upon, even in these parts of the kingdom. Well, there was no turning back now. \n\nClosing her eyes for a few minutes, she zeroed in on the henchman. \"Listen here, you pesky little critter. Just to give you an approximation of where you'll be in the next 30 seconds-\", she paused to point at the door, \"- and look carefully because it's the last thing you're gonna see for a while.\"\n\nWith that, the burly amazonian pushed past Julian and head-butted their aggressor. The minion let out something unintelligible, blood dripping from his forehead. Quick as lightning, Ymara untangled her whip, encircled the perpetrator and threw him across the floor. He landed with a thud. \n\nSighing, she downed the shot Cissily had placed in front of her. Wise woman. Ymara wanted something stronger."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nTerresol, Sol\n\nSalim would look up from his pocket watch, feigning ignorance. **\"Pardon me beautiful? I've just been sitting here,\"** Indeed that's all he had been doing. Salim hasn't moved from his table. The bilge rat would suddenly fall silent once she arrived at his table though. Fear of the boss maybe? Maybe not. \n\nIt was then head butted by Ymara. He would screech in pain. Poor lad. Only 15 and his first contact with a female other than his co workers and his Mother was getting headbutted by one. Salim looked amused at this and clapped his hands, once again like a noble. Slowly, softly but clearly heard. **\"Good blow lass. Pray tell, are you currently under employment?\"**"
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Oh, the vermin is yours? I could've guessed.\" Pushing a few flyaway strands from her face, she saluted. The burly man who'd stayed silent for the last few moments had finally spoken, good. \"Thank you. No, certainly not what others would call *Employment*.\" \nYmara let out a dry laugh. \"Judging from your recruitment methods, you're desperate. Why would that be?\" \nMoving over to Julian, she put a reassuring hand around her waist, her other hand found its way to her her thighs. \nThe booze paired with adrenaline had given her confidence and she wasn't one to give up easily."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Julian Bennet\nTerresol, Sol \n\nJulian watched as Ymara fucking beat the shit out of that kid and she grinned and thought to herself another woman who can stand her ground eh she was comforted by Ymaras touch, Julian slowly moved her hand down Yamas back eventually reaching the bottom of her back she grinned and continued to lean up against Ymara and relax ignoring the pirates completely she was lost in her own little world accompanied by the tall women. \"I'm tired* She *Whispers* Into Ymara's ear gently rubbing her chin in the woman's shoulder as she was standing on her tippie toes."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nTerresol, Sol\n\n**\"Ah but good lady my recruitment method is to tell others to do it for me. And yes, I've come across a recent loss in crew. Treasure hunting along the isles. You know how it is. Now I've come into possession of a large amount of money. But I lack warriors to crew my ship. So yes you could say I am desperate. Desperate for men and women of moral fiber and who can hold their own in a fight,\"** He slowly nodded his head, closing his pocket watch. **\"I offer good wages, opportunities to explore and freedom. Freedom from society and all this land. For those brave enough to take it,\"** He took another sip before frowning. He was used to higher quality drink."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol \n\nYmara got goosebumps as the breeze of a whisper made its way over to her ear. It brought the smell of cheap wine with it and a part of her chided herself internally that she hadn't been able to offer anything better. Although, she thought, there was indeed a way to make Julian smell even sweeter to her lips. Just... Not here. She placed a swift kiss atop Julian's locks, casting all precautions away. \n\n\"And you think I might be a good fit for that? Ymara questioned, stashing away her whip with a shake of her hip"
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nTerresol, Sol\n\n**\"No hesitation to deck my boy there. Hesitation kills on the seas. Strong muscle, clearly not as strong a fit into the globe, no offence intended of course. You'd be perfect. Besides... I get a good vibe from the both of you. I feel like we three could be Very good friends,\"** He said the word friends with a different connotation and emphasis. One that implied mutual respect but at the end of the day he would be their boss. Those were the rules on the seas. From the lowest bilge rat to the captains lover himself (Nonexistent at the moment anyway), they were equal when sailing. Only way a ship could stay together. **\"That goes for you too,\"** He said to julian."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Not above flattery to get your way, I see. Salim, if I'm not mistaken, yes?\" \n\nYmara untangled herself from Julian and pulled her linen shirt over her upper torso, revealing her muscular upper body and earning a few wolf-whistles from the other customers, who were soon silenced as they had seen the grim expression on her face and knew all too well what they could get themselves into if they crossed her. The evidence of that was still sprawled on the ground near the door. \n\n\"Assuming I'd be into it, would you give us-\", she paused, winking at Julian, \"- at least a night of privacy before we leave?\" \n\nStaring at Salim, she grinned sardonically, turning her shoulders so that the large scar traveling from her sternum to the lower regions of her back was illuminated by the sparse sunlight filtering through the cracks. \n\"Recognise that handiwork, by the way?\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nTerresol, Sol\n\n**\"Flattery? You demean yourself. And of course. Ship leaves in...\"** He checked his pocket watch, the shine of the jewels glinting against her eyes for the merest second before she shut it again. **\"12 hours on the morning. Tides when we make it,\"** Indeed while he had been holding the tide stable, he was ready to unleash a big one. Tis how most of his adventures started. He had to pick up a Friend as well once the started. **\"You have 12 hours to have as much fun as you want, before we depart. Hate the dry land so no waiting savvy? Although... I'd advise against doing it on the ship where the quartermaster can see. She would be VERY interested in you two, if you catch my drift,\"** He wasn't blind after all. The two were practically all over each other. Which made them perfect for his ship. Something society would frown upon, just like everyone else on his crew. Every single one of them... Including himself. **\"Do we have an accord?\"** He asked, standing up slowly and placing a hand behind his back. He had already eyed some other members o the future crew... Including the bar tender. **\"I'm afraid not my dear. Don't think it was my handiwork Atleast...\"** Said a lot that he wasn't sure."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\nYmara let a contemptuous snort, pulling her shirt back on. As much as she'd relished the cool effect on her skin that came with getting rid of the sweaty garment, she'd had enough of the inquisitive looks. \n\n\"12 hours seems agreeable. Is there anything I should pack for? You might've realised that we're both more than capable of kicking anyone's ass. Should it come to it, I'm also used to sleeping on the floor.\"\n\nYmara let out a sharp whistle and within seconds, Xerxes, who up to this point had been gleefully drinking away in a corner not too far from them, sauntered over. \nThe dog bumped into her hip but Ymara who'd anticipated the move had barely flinched. \"He'd have to come aboard too.\" Left hand resting on his head, she'd uttered the last statement in a voice that left no room for discussion. The large canine let out a soft growl towards Salim, only quietened by a short but quick pat behind his ears. \"Easy, boy.\"\n\n\"Does the name Alexios ring a bell, then? He and his bastard of a lover didn't get back home in one piece, I can tell you that much.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "**\"Pack for salt, rain... Actually just pack for everything short of desert. Depends on the job. Whether we're seeking loot or worse,\"** He said with a grin. He was after all a pirate, and at the end of the day he cared for the bottom line. \n**\"The dog can come but you're responsible for him. Recompensate damages done, and reap reward for services,\"** He let out a small whistle and a... Well it looked like a monkey but bigger. It was about the size of an ape but had a tail. Instead of finger nails it had gouging claws, razor ripped. It was still small enough to curl around his shoulders letting out a small hiss that exposed razor sharp fangs at the Mutt. \n\n**\"Pardon but Alexios doesn't. I'd love to hear the tale. Perhaps over dinner?\"** He liked to have dinner with the new crew members. Get to know them. He tended to spend a day in their company before acknowledging himself as captain. He fed with them, slept in the same hammocks and often bedded one or Two ~~or multiple~~ before declaring himself as captain and exiling those he found unworthy. This time was unique though. He came on plain dry land, and clearly showed himself off. Wasn't his style in the least."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nTerresol, Sol\n\n\"Pack for anything, mind the dog and we should join you for dinner. Gotcha.\" \nYmara let go of Xerxes and rummaged in the folds of her bag, extracting several small pieces of salted meat which she gave to her companion who barked happily. \n\n\"I see you've got a pet of your own. We should be able to get along famously, then.\" A devilish grin tugged at her lips. \n\n\"One last piece of advice, from friend to friend before I leave you to do - whatever you need to. Stay away from the ale. Anna has a tendency of being nasty to those she doesn't know.\"\n\nWhy she'd been so honest with him , Ymara didn't know, but she guessed a part of her appreciated his no-nonsense approach. \n\nThat being said, she turned to the knight. \"Now where were we, handsome?\" Gently, she pushed a sweat-streaked lock out of Julian's face, a stark contrast to the violence she'd displayed earlier. She then pushed the knight against a vacant barstool, reaching around her back in the process and mounting Julian on her hips."
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"author": "honestrabbit6525",
"message": "Phillipe de Capet\nTerresol, Sol\n\nPhillipe Finally Arrives in Sol, and Asks for an Audience with his Majesty the King. He talks to a royal guard and he shuffles along the halls, probably going to talk to a superior."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Teresol\n\nIt was at Anya's sudden recognition of her family's own \"Destiny\" That the conversation turned rather serious. The Terresolian Queen looked her guest in the eye. \"I have enjoyed our relationship, so far, immensely. But I know, or I'm hoping that this is not the loneliness you mean. But I do have to ask, what's stopping you from having another child?\"\nCharity didn't mean with her, obviously, that would be some black magic business that the rest of the continent would surely react negatively too.\n\nLycus Affini\nSol, Terresol\n\nThe Queen's day trip with her visitor had gone on for quite a while, *It felt like it had been going on for months* But it had barely been a day. Boredom had set in a long while ago for the colonel who was dutifully waiting in the Queen's study for her return. The inhabitants around quench lake were requesting aid from what they claimed to be a dragon, but there was no proof of it. Especially since dragons were thought to be extinct.\n\nThese thoughts along with others kept the colonel somewhat busy during his wait. Then footsteps towards the study from down the hall. The queen returning? No, footsteps were too heavy, also there was the clinking of armor with each step. Maybe someone was coming for him, he was technically the highest ranking individual in the keep right now, since Fiscella was out in the Akno province dealing with an unusually large bandit gang. The guard poking his head in the door confirmed his suspicion. After being informed on the visitor Lycus made his way to the entrance to greet the visitor.\n\n\"Ah, Lord Phillipe de Capet of Ampeli, glad to have you here. Anyways, the *King* Has been dead for quite a while, thank the gods, and the *Queen* Is currently out entertaining the Queen of South Feyshore and Grand Duchess of Astoria Anyanka Durhkan\" Titles really were a hassle \"Maybe I can help you in the meantime, probably not, but we'll see.\""
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"author": "honestrabbit6525",
"message": "Phillipe de Capet\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"Good Morning Colonel,\" Phillipe said with a cold, unemotional voice, \"I am here to ask something of the Royal Government, as, as far as I know, we currently have no trade deal with Araedia, which could be some trouble, as it is no small kingdom, and could boost our economic output massively. This actually came as a request from one of my Nobles, and I thought it was of high importance. Do you have anything to say about it?\"\n\nPhillipe then sat, waiting patiently for the response from the Colonel."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol\n\nAnyanka inhaled deeply, her gave moving over the small home. \n\n\"It was one thing when I was a widow. Another when I was a lady in court. But I've got a title that would pass to a husband. _Power_ that would be in someone else's hands. I can't just grant that to anyone.\" She ran her tongue over her teeth, a bit uncomfortable for having never said her thoughts on the subject out loud before. \n\n\"Mikhail is a bastard, and he's been hurt and hunted and murdered for that fact. I couldn't do that to another child, and it's not as if there are suitors lined up at my door.\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity knew of only two men in Anya's life, that doesn't mean there aren't more, but there are only two she's met. Zane and Dayveth. Zane wouldn't be a good choice, double duty as a spymaster and a king would not go over well. Dayveth seemed like a good man from what Charity knows of him, but that was only ever at most twenty minutes.\n\n\"South Feyshore and Astoria are still rebuilding, it will be for awhile. I'm sure there's plenty more lords hanging about your territory now than when you first took up the reins, they're coming back if not slowly, but they still are. Soon you will have suitors, but maybe it's best to ignore suitors and look for a man who doesn't want the power?\"\n\nLycus Affini\nSol, Terresol\n\nLycus, while being one of the Queen's favorites in the military, more liked than Fiscella, was not one to know a whole lot about politics or economics. He never payed attention to any of those teachings from his father. There's a reason his brother Enzo is the lord of Guardwing and he is a Colonel. \"Well, makes sense to me, prosperity will surely follow. But as I'm to understand it, there are rumors of tension between our allies and Araedia. Maybe it will help cool things off, maybe it'll make it worse. But that's just our allies. Between Terresol and Araedia the only tension is who makes the better wine, which is us obviously.\""
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"author": "honestrabbit6525",
"message": "Phillipe de Capet, \nSol, Terresol\n\n\"Of course, Colonel. I believe it would be beneficial of us, but allies are important. But it all comes to the same end. The Queen is the one who decides, and so I should wait for her. Good afternoon Colonel \" He then leaves to a inn in town."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol\n\nIt wasn't bad advice by any means, and she nodded. \"It's hard to find a man who isn't driven by power.\" She mused, but have a soft smile. \"Doctor Coren isn't, but it feels unwise to put him in that position one day.\" Anya waved her hand in dismissal. \n\n\"This topic hurts my heart a little, Char. It'd be easier to just marry you and _know_ we wouldn't abuse each other's power than to wish to find someone I loved half as much who could do the job well.\""
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"author": "honestrabbit6525",
"message": "Phillipe de Capet\nLimani , Terresol\n\nPhillipe had been recovering over the past few days, for the first two days barely leaving the healer's office, but now that he is more or less recovered, he has set stage 2 of his plan. As his first stage, trying to find a commercial treaty with that Shitblood Bradai Maith, went badly, he just need to travel to Ibethiel to gather an Army, maybe even to Northwind. But either way, he needed to rest some more, as his wound was not completely healed. He also sent for the creation of the new backbone of his Navy, 8 Artillery Ships, armed with a Greek Flamethrower and 4 Ballistas, with no Oars and a three-masted fully rigged sail pattern. He also ordered the construction of the shock element of his fleet, made out of 50 Longships, narrow and shallow, it means that it can go basically until the coast. The boats are made for boarding actions and attacks on small cities by a river or the sea and are filled with Mercenaries from the Witherlands, being promised wealth, power and plunder. After this navy expansion, which is set to take 6 months to complete, he retires into the healer's room for his daily treatment."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity received the reports of Philipe's construction plans days after they were given. The events in the Southern Isles were well known in the world by now as news travels quickly. A spoiled young lord out of touch with reality was fairly and justly punished for crimes he comitted, it was easy to guess what Phillipe was planning to do with these ships. Charity was willing to leave it at the punishment, but this was unacceptable. She called up her banners. It would take a week or two but Vouno and Vasilios should be able to assemble and send forces to Limani. Argos and Guardwing were known for creating the finest soldiers Terresol had ever seen. Milo and Akno, slower to assemble since they were less militaristically minded, would be sent to Ampeli. Charity meanwhile began looking for a new governor or governess amongst the Stafili lords and ladies.\n\nCharity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity also has to wonder how Phillipe managed to make men out of thin air, since he didn't talk to Ibethiel for their men, and Northwind is embroiled in a civil war the mercenaries are likely already busy."
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"author": "honestrabbit6525",
"message": "Phillipe de Capet\nThe Capet Castle, Terresol\n\nSeeing the turn of events, Phillipe set out on horseback for Limani. As the owner of many establishments, and changing for fresh horses every once in a while, he arrived there 2 days later, embarking his fleet with his royal treasury, taking himself, his wife and his court. He left for The North Shore, and when the royal army arrived at Limani they found a bustling town, but no lord and no navy"
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nEverything went better than expected, and everyone went home. Charity begrudgingly chose Lady Alduino as the new governess. And Charity put out a reward for the capture of Phillipe."
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"I might be\" Charity noted sighing, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. A result of the lack of sleep no doubt. She leaned over and planted a kiss on the Duchess' cheek. \"And you sound like you're not yet fully awake.\" The Queen reluctantly pulled her hand back. The pair could probably sit there for some time more cuddling, kissing, or other things. But they had somewhere to be. So Charity ought to take the first step. She moved to the edge of the bed, stood, and began to dress in more daytime proper attire. As soon as the Duchess was ready she would lead the way to Mireli's room"
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nSol, Terresol\n\nAnya leaned with the pressure of the kiss, and with a small laugh she agreed that she wasn't awake enough yet. When Charity moved towards the edge of her bed, Anya swiped for her, hoping to catch her and pull her back for another hour or so. But there was no nightgown to catch and her hand moved lazily through empty space as the Queen moved to get dressed. \n\nAnya took it as a cue she should as well, and moved to do the same. They helped each other dress, Charity in her sensible attire and Anya in borrowed dressed that didn't reach anywhere near her usual style. She preferred rich jewel tones and tight fitting dresses where Charity had fully accepted the practicality of fashion. \n\nAdmittedly, in her borrowed attire Anya felt almost as if she was wearing nothing, not used to clothing she wasn't _very_ aware of. It was a nice change, but nothing she'd keep too once she returned home. \n\nThe two Queens moved through the palace, Charity mentioning odd bits about paintings they passed on their way to the childrens wing before they finally stopped before a door. Charity Knocked, and suddenly Anya was nervous for the first time since arriving."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Mireli Tanner\nSol, Terresol\n\nThe little girl was laying in her bed when the knock sounded at the door. She had been awake for quite some time before then, simply staring at the ceiling and enjoying the comfort of her bed, but when Charity knocked, she sat up and attached her prosthetic before making her way to answer the door.\n\nOnce upon a time, she would have rushed to the door, swinging it open wide as hope surged through her. For so long, she had hoped and prayed that her mother would be the one standing at the door, telling her that she was sorry she left and that she'd never leave her again. But each time, the little girl had been disappointed. Over and over again; day after day. 5 years of nothing but disappointment had hardened Miri's heart to the point that she felt no hope for her mother's return any longer. Now, at 8 years old, she could scarcely remember her mother's face or her voice as time slowly lapped at her memories, eroding them away until they became hazy and distant.\n\nShe was a quiet child, far more quiet than she had been when Catarina first delivered her here. Back then, before Cat abandoned her in the palace, Miri had been a chattering, bubbly child that never met a stranger. Now, it was as if she was constantly a little reserved with people in that she was far more quiet and avoided forming attachments. Attachments only made it hurt worse when people left... It wasn't like she was rude or anything, just quiet and shy, like the light had dimmed a little when her mother left. She got along well with the other children though, and she liked Charity quite a lot too. While she still missed her mother, she could never say that her upbringing within the castle walls was a bad one. Charity and her staff saw to it that the children never really wanted for anything, even going so far as to have new prosthetics made for her leg as soon as she grew enough to cause a limp due to the difference in length between the two legs. She was even being educated and was proving to be quite a bright child that loved to read and write, and she was even beginning to pick up some other languages.\n\nMiri had oscillated between hatred and longing for a long time after her mother abandoned her before she finally settled upon gloomy resignation. Yet, with that resignation came the ability to accept her circumstances and the people around her, and in doing so, she had warmed up to Charity quite a bit, despite her tendency to guard herself against forming too close of a bond with anyone. As a result, when she opened the door, she smiled rather shyly up at Charity from beneath a mop of tousled black curls. Her white nightgown hung loosely from her slim frame, contrasting quite a bit against her browned skin, almost like the color of a fawn. Her eyes widened into large doe-eyes when she realized that Charity was accompanied by another woman whom she had never seen before, and Miri became even more shy, if that was at all possible. Still, she managed to find her voice and mustered up a \"Good morning,\" To both of them.\n\nHer mind was racing as she gazed up at both of them, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. She knew little in the way of Charity's personal life, and admittedly, Mireli's life was rather routine by this point. She knew all the castle staff that worked with her and the other children, from the maids to the tutors, and this woman didn't have the bearing of one of the staff. Rather, she towered over Miri with a regal bearing that Miri just couldn't peel her eyes away from. The woman just was so... Vibrant, and it made Miri a little dim by comparison. Her shyness took over and she shifted a bit so that she was partially shielded by the door, with particular emphasis on hiding her missing limb. That fact wouldn't stay hidden for long, of course-it never did-but for the moment she felt as if she couldn't be any less than perfect in the eyes of the imposing figure before her."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nThe swamp, Akno\n\nThe sorceress got down of her stallion and took the dark red velvet hood off to look around. Her shoes slightly sunk in the wet ground. The buzzing of flies and the surrounding smells made her let out a sigh.\n\n\"Okay... I'll be back as soon as I can, stay alive in the meanwhile\" She said to the horse while petting its head. She then proceed to walk the path.\n\nShe observed the alligators as they passed close by her, being careful not to hit them with her feet. When she reached a certain spot of the swamp, she stopped and looked around, searching for the small man with a golden mask. Small men with bronze masks wandered the place, busy as they could be. The only calm being was the cat who sat comfortably in the sofa next to the fire.\n\nShe cleared her throat.\n\n\"Is here the man with the golden mask whom responds to Vik?\" Her voice was melodious, but kept her serious tone. Her face could have perfectly been mistaken by a stone carving, with a stoic expression. Her glamorous clothes and velvet hooded cape drastically clashed against the swamp surroundings."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nVik's Funland, Akno\n\nTiny Vik held a red ball in his hand as he sat in a stone room somewhere inside a small river fort a few Pirates he had a falling out with took control of. He was bouncing the ball against the far wall and then tried to catch it on it's way back. Admittedly he wasn't as good as he'd later brag, often missing the returning grasp. He wasn't being held here, in fact he could leave at any moment, but he had heard prisoners did this activity to try to keep same and he thought it sounded fun.\n\nHis thoughts were suddenly interrupted when many miles away someone entered his home. Captain Tiddlywinks, the Lord-Commander of the militant side of his newly found church, and the most adorable kitten Vik had ever seen, was letting out a very loud and shrill howl into the air.\n\nVik stood immediately and waddled over to one of the walls of his cell, pulling a diamond encrusted doorknob from his motley bag and inserting it into the wall. An outline appeared and Vik pushed once it completed.\n\nThe ground next to the sofa flew open like a hatch and the minute golden man pulled himself out of the hole left there.\n\n\"Who forgot to feed Captain Tiddlywinks!?\" He called out to his thralls, before his voidful eyes landed on the visitor to his home. Vik paused and cooked his head to the side before muttering, \"You aren't an empty food bowl.\"\n\nA quick glance to his second in command confirmed his faithful cat had no interest in dining on this lady tonight.\n\n\"Very well,\" He stood, dusted his hands, and closed the hatch before speaking again, \"Hello! Who are you?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVik's swamp, Akno\n\nThe sorceress rose an eyebrow as the ground next to the sofa bursted open, a funny looking man stepping out of it. The situation was surreal.\nBelladonna had travelled 5 days on her horse to get there, after a contact in a tavern told her about this child-looking man. And there she was, in the middle of a swamp, surrounded by small men and asking for an audience with a strange man who emanated magic like a fountain.\n\n\"I might be edible, my good sir, but no, I'm not an bowl of food...\" She replied as she examined the man from her position, eyes slightly squinted \"I'm Belladonna of Taemar, pleasure to meet you\" She offered her hand to shake as she spoke \"You must be the masked man I've been looking for... If what I've been told is true, we have some things to talk about\"\n\nIf it was true that Vik had contacts who could inform her on the people related to the inquisition, the powerful masked man would have been a powerful ally for her."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nVik's Funland, Akno\n\nTiny Vik waddled up to the tall woman and clasped both of his hands around hers, peering closely at her knuckles and nails.\n\n*Worn, but not callused I'd say, maybe middle class? Surely no stranger to travel*\n\nThe small man raised his head and took a long and loud sniff of the air.\n\n\"You smell funny.\" He finally said before placing a hand over his mouth quickly, \"I'm sorry *Different*.\"\n\nHe stepped back and clutched his hands together behind his back.\n\n\"I am Tiny Vik, how can I help you today? Would you care for something to drink? Eat?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVik's swamp, Akno\n\nThe woman looked at him, eyebrow raised, as he examined her.\n\n\"We're in a swamp an *I* Am what smells funny?\" She said, with certain entertainment in her voice \"That's a really kind offer, maybe later...\" She slowly and gracefully walked around, observing the place, as she spoke \"You see, I've been told you offer your help to people who come to you, that you're powerful, and that you know some people that I *Really* Must meet.\" She stopped and looked at the tiny man \"Is it true sir? Cause in that case, I would like to negotiate some stuff with you\"\n\nHer face was a little bit less stoic than before, with the slightest smile on her lips."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nVik's Funland, Akno\n\n\"It's true I'm a bringer of gifts to those in need. And I am known to strike a deal or two around Marin.\" He scratched his golden chin eagerly as he thought to himself.\n\n\"But what could I possibly offer someone like you?\" He giggled after his question, causing the thralls in the clearing to pause briefly and wince."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVik's swamp, Akno\n\nA grin appeared on her face as she heard him speak.\n\n\"Oh my good sir, you have so much you can offer me... I'm sure you must have heard of the inquisition against magic practicioners that happened a decade ago; I'm looking for information on any person who was involved, specially nobility, or even the person that ordered it all... But that last one would be too much to ask for.\"\n\nHer eyes wandered down untill they are fixed on the fire, the dancing flames refelcting on her eyes and giving them an even reddish look.\n\n\"Also... Given the fact that your *Abilities* Particularly stand out, as I can sense, it would be an honor for me to become allies in this crazy world\" She said as she stared at the flames. She had a love-hate relationship with fire, but she couldn't resist watching the hipnotizing dance of the flames."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nVik's Funland, Akno\n\nTiny Vik giggled again before pulling his motley bag around to his front to rifle for a moment.\n\n\"Cleburn has been dead for quite some time, dearie. Isn't he responsible for your inquisition?\" The small man pulled out a small writing desk he sat on before retrieving a platter of cheese and a porcelain China set.\n\n\"I can do a lot but I can't do very much to someone who has already left this world.\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVik's swamp, Akno\n\nA smirk formed on her lips as she saw the man pull the objects from his bag, analizing that he did, in fact, have some good skills. But enough for the ally she was looking for?\n\n\"That's why it would be too much to ask for. I wish I could have been the one to torture him with my own hands, but Death thought the same thing before me...\" She sighed \"If he can't suffer, his men will. May I?\" She asked while pointing to one of the cheese pieces \"Also, in the meantime, it won't do any harm to... How could you say it? *Escalate* Through the nobility system. Think about it!\" Her voice got exponentially excited as she spoke, looking at Vik in the eyes, a special shine on hers \"A sorceress in a place of power, bringing magic beings and practitioners back from the shadows. No more prosecutions, no more assasinations, no more burnings, no more hiding in shame and fear! A golden age for magic and nature\" She got carried away in her ambitious spree, already envisioning it before her eyes."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nVik's Funland, Akno\n\n\"So if I understand you correctly,\" Vik said as he held the cheese platter out, \"You want to climb your way up the ranks of the old nobility that massacred magical beings, killing those responsible along the way, and after you get to the height of your power you want to bring back magic unchecked into Marin?\"\n\nVik paused for a minute. A very long minute. He lifted his porcelain teapot, and after pressing slightly on the lid, filled two cups with the steaming liquid the masked man seemed to have in abundance. Vik still didn't say anything else, even after he lifted his cup to the open mouth of his mask and took a quiet sip that lasted a few seconds. In truth he was calculating, watching domino after domino fall.\n\n\"Honestly, my dear, it sounds like a good way to end the world. If magic were to run rampant like we've never seen before it could either end in a crusade, or a massive influx of untrained magical energy. Creatures and people will start mixing in grotesque ways with magic over the centuries. We may very well see a magical power war after only a few decades.\" Vik sipped again. \"Is that really what you want?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVik's swamp, Akno\n\n\"Oh believe me, I know they are afraid of what they can't control\" She said as she paced around, taking a moment to sip her tea \"And I know I can't control everything, and that my plan has some flaws, I'm no god. But you? You are wise and powerful, if you joined me this could be successful\" She observed his mask as she spoke, the gold reflecting the flames of the fire."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nVik's Funland, Akno\n\nVik tapped his chin with a solitary finger as he pondered. In truth he liked the sound of the idea, but he hated *Work* And all the hassle it came with.\n\n\"I'm open to helping you, dearie,\" He giggled, \"But I don't plan on holding your hand along the way. If you are to do this I can't be too directly involved for risk of the wrong side discovering.\"\n\nVik most definitely wasn't a god, despite what he told people he was still a long way from reaching that tier, but he knew better than to take advantage of his minute status and get his grubby fingers in the mortal pudding."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Belladonna of Taemar\nVik's swamp, Akno\n\nAs the ghost of an evil grin appeared on her face, the sorceress put the now empty cup down carefully on the arm of the sofa.\n\n\"Don't worry, if things go south, I don't know you and you don't know me\" She said as she drew an X over her chest with her pinky finger \"And if everything goes according to plan, you'll have your fair share and a proper place in the community.\"\n\nShe paused and took a last look around. One of the main people she wanted as allies was on her side, everything was starting to function.\n\n\"My good sir, I'm glad this acquaintance has taken part, but now I must go. I will send you one of my ravens soon so we can communicate, it's the safest way right now. Could there be any chance you have connections to someone that could be useful? I have a long journey ahead and can go anywhere in the meantime\"\n\nShe had been traveling nonstop since she annouced she was leaving the coven, though she kept the contact with them. Her plan needed dedication and determination."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity was so proud when Mireli recited the facts she'd learned in her studies. Charity didn't teach her of course, but she was still proud that a child in her care was successfully being educated.\nBut it was Mireli's question that caused her to pause, she didn't respond right away, she didn't want to say no, but she was also sure the nature of these future parties would tend on the adult side for one reason or another. The festivals probably wouldn't, it's also kind of fitting Charity and Mireli first met at a festival, \"I don't think you would find much interest in these parties, however I promise I will take you to any festival you want to go to.\" Here's hoping no fertility festivals pop up in the next town over."
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"author": "lordmaw.",
"message": "Roland Jungingen\nSol, Terresol\n\nDonning their matching attire of white surcoats that bore the black cross of their Order, a trio of lone warriors continued down the the stone hallways of the palace. Their surcoats were not only what gave them an identical appearance, but also their mantles, their plated arms and legs, and finally a peacock feather-topped bascinet that completed their gear.\n\nThe three representatives of the knightly brothers, having passed the guards and men used to check their bodies for signs of the wide-spread plague, found themselves approaching the throne room, guarded by both a pair of guards and elaborate doorway. They would halt just outside, removing the belts around their surcoats and giving up their armament for a chance to enter. They also would remove their helms, keeping it perched by an arm on their hips as they awaited permission to enter."
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity had found the past few weeks to be among the most chaotic in her life, it was as if she were fighting many fires but had too few buckets. Desperately trying to get resources where they needed to go, but leaving some towns in the dark. The fact that most of the aid she sent to the first two infected cities had fallen ill with the plague and the plague continued to spread was most troublesome.\n\nIt was in her study that she received notice she'd gotten visitors from the Archadian Order. The three men visiting had passed inspection, showing no signs of plague. Generally the Queen would invite visitors to her study to discuss their petitions or other matters of concern. But with the beginning of the plague she adopted a 'better safe than sorry' attitude and began seeing people in the wide open Throne room instead of the enclosed and cramped study. She made her way to the Throne room, more specifically to the Throne itself. The glorified chair was awesome and magnificent, but Charity found it uncomfortable and it was too often unused.\n\nOnce seated she invited the guards to open the doors and let the visitors in. As the doors parted she addressed them, \"Sirs, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?\"\n\nZoe Piraino\nSol, Terresol\n\nIn this time of strife the Queen faces many issues and conflicts, she tries to take them all on, but she would never be able to without her advisors and servants. Thus, one such issue was delegated to Zoe, A close friend to the Queen and one who helps with one of her personal projects. Zoe is tasked with finding a new governess as the previous one had left suddenly upon hearing members of her family had fallen ill with the plague. The Royal children were left without a caretaker and educator.\n\nZoe herself was a former governess before coming to work with Charity on her project, and was fully capable of continuing the work of the previous governess, but Charity needed her to continue her work on the project, the education of shitbloods in basic literacy. Zoe's history, however, made her perfect for finding a new governess for the royal children.\n\nThrough her connections Zoe was able to identify at least one promising candidate for the position, and luckily the woman was already in Sol. Zoe invited her to the keep, and if she could pass a plague inspection, would interview her."
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"author": "lordmaw.",
"message": "Roland Jungingen\nSol, Terresol\n\nThe men would step off nearly at the same time, their metallic boots clinking along the flooring as they moved closer and closer to her majesty. The one in middle, flanked by his comrades had taken the lead. He was obviously much older than the others; he had grey hair, parts even turning shades of white. But this aged hair was neatly kept, his beard even trimmed down in a tidy fashion. Once he stopped several meters from the feet of his monarch, so would the others, and they would join him in kneeling submissive before her and awaiting her natural permission to rise.\n\n\"*Your majesty, my name is Garland Jungingen. I am the Grand Master of the Archadian Order. I was the one who wrote to you about our arrivel today,\"* The white-haired man would introduce before holding his arms from side to side, \"*My son, Roland Jungingen..\"* He added, causing his son to offer her another lowly bow before returning to an erect position before his father turned to the other, \"*And Kael Navara, Master of Arms of the Order..*\""
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"message": "Charity Lane\nSol, Terresol\n\nCharity may be queen now, but previously she was at best a lordsblood, but more likely just a shitblood. She understood the reason for all of these formal gestures, but she tired of them after awhile, they got in the way of practicality. \"You may rise, sirs. I welcome you to my keep and it is good to meet you, though I have some knowledge of your order already. You must have important business here if you're willing to trek down here during these troubling times.\""
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"author": "lordmaw.",
"message": "\"*Well, your highness, that is why we are here; our Order has been through the cities and the villages.. The condition is horrid in our region; there has been a complete breakdown of social trust within the poor and noble alike. It is because of this that we have traveled this way to proposition you. It is our desire to have you sponsor us in leading the kingdom on a crusade...\"*\n\n\"*Our Order fought in the war with Northwind... We defended the our part of the kingdom against the invasion of Vronti... Wars are terrible, and they are violent. But... Wars unite. Crusades unite. It unites the people for a cause. Your majesty, a crusade will finally return our sense of fellowship and unify the people once more. This is why we are here, your grace.\"*"
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"author": "minihedgie",
"message": "Panic had filled her mind first, followed by a sickening spiral into the darkest corners of her mind *\"Plague\"*. The word had haunted her every step, as constant to her as breathing; the plague inspection itself had been easy and of course, she had passed. The real terror was in the reality that the disease was here, present- lurking in the shadows for the right opportunity to steal once again from her. Photine closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to ease her racing heart. Her mind lessened it's hold on despair and slowly drifted to the interview that would soon take place. She was deeply honored to be considered by someone of such status, entrusted with the care and education of her children. She desperately hoped that they would like her, if she was lucky enough to get the position. The smallest whisper of hair tickled her cheek, interrupting her thoughts and Photine's eyes fluttered open as she gently tucked the escaped tendril into a meticulously crafted braid. With another deep breath she allowed her previous anxieties to slide off her shoulders, replacing them with a relaxed confidence. She was ready."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Zoe Piraino\nSol, Terresol\n\nZoe did not have the slightest clue of what Photine looked like, but given the state of the world, the keep received very little visitors. Photine was was easy to spot as the only visitor in hours. \"Miss Harding!\" The professor called out to the arriving woman, gesturing for her to come over to Zoe's more secluded spot behind the walls. Not the most formal place for an interview, but anything that Zoe could consider an office was at SUNS, outside the keep walls. \"I hope the walk over was pleasant.\""
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"message": "Photine Harding\nSol, Terresol \n\nPhotine had only just arrived when she heard her name called by an approaching woman. Tucking a stray piece of caramel colored hair into a low bun and subconsciously smoothing down her modest gown, she smiled softly as she helped close the distance. \nOnce closer, she inclined her head in a respectful manner, suddenly noticing how quiet the place seemed. The air seemed eerie with fear of spreading sickness. \nShe redirected her thoughts quickly though and smiled shyly at the woman, \"It was lovely, thank you.\""
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nSol, Terresol \n\nGreyden was standing with his horse in the center of town. He would discreetly trade various stolen goods with others. Takjng items, taking gold, giving items, giving cold, like a living and breathing pawn shop. That travelled. Also stole from customers on the occasion. \n\nSince the plague was afoot, he was offering to buy goods and deliver to those in need. The exchange being jewelry or items of great value. It was practically robbery, but people needed this."
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"message": "Velásquez Alarcón\nSol, Terresol\n\nVelásquez stepped into the town square. It Suprised him that the Plauge hadn't caused the panic and hysteria he expected. He would have thought that Terresol would be in a state of madness. People panicking in the streets, Isolating themselves, Plauge doctors and all that. But no, Nothing so far.\n\nHow awfully boring. \n\nHe looked around. There where a few store keepers. Haggling merchandise and talking to customers. He just needed food. Enough to last him a week. Besides. This Plauge nonsense can't last any longer than that can it? \n\nHe noticed a particular figure standing near a horse. They seemed awfully suspicous, Something in their posture, there way of talking and acting, and in the fact they seemed to be interested in other people's pockets and Espically in their valuables. He walked up to them confidently. Cleared his throat and said \"Excuse me. Do you have legal permission to be trading these items\" He said. Looking the Man straight in the eyes with a rouguish sense of confidence."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nSol, Terresol \n\n\nGreyden smirked at the man who walked his way. He figured he had a new face to trade with, but as the words the stranger spoke hit his ears, his sly smile shriveled into a frown. Defensive, Greyden crossed his arms. \n\n\"And who are you to be asking such things? Especially in times like these? Marin is troubled by plague and you question my services? And being a total stranger at that!\" He scolded at the stranger. \n\nGreyden was offended by the man's accusations, seemingly anyhow, to try and throw him off the trail of being a Fence. \n\n\"I'm a traveling merchant. I wheel and deal. But right now, I came back to my home land to help my people.\""
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"message": "Velásquez Alarcón\nSol, Terresol\n\nHe listened to them as they defensivily went on about how they are innocent. He wasn't really listing from the moment he heard them start talking. He stopped them after he presumed they had finished\n\n\"I wasn't accusing you of anything, Calm down. I don't even have a legal right to arrest you or do anything to you.\" He smirked. \"But your immediate denial makes me think your hiding something. I have don't have any idea of what. But I don't think you want me finding out.\" He said looking at him sternly. \n\n\"I am native of Terresol as well. These are my people as well. And I wouldn't take kindly to someone taking from them. Stay on the right side of the law my friend.\" He looked away for a second then back at him. \"I am Velásquez Alarcón, What can I call you?\" He said with a sudden change of tone."
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"message": "Greyden Smythe \nSol, Terresol \n\nGreyden's demeanor changed after the other man explained himself and he relaxed a bit. \n\n\"I'm Greyden Smythe. People call me Grey. Some people scream it, too, but that's a bit more of a personal bragging right... I usually don't stay in one place too long, since some people don't enjoy me trading goods. You bring me something and I give you something back. I don't question where it came from, just as long as I know it's worth and you're willing to take what I'll give.\" He said and combed his fingers through his long, wavy, black locks.\n\n\"I also don't have a family anymore. Mom passed at a young age and I was thrown into care of strangers. Then I ran away. My father never was there. And when he was, it was to be taken care of... Useless bastard... Sorry. Coming here brings memories. I get sentimental at times...\""
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"message": "Velásquez Alarcón\nSol, Terresol\n\nVelásquez listened to his claim. It made perfect sense. But it raised a few questions? \"So... You don't question where the Item is from? What if they are stolen or taken, Do you ever plan for that? If not then it could be a crime.\" He questioned, looking at them with scorn \n\n\"I'm also very sorry to hear that. I have also lost some family, I was disowned however. For almost completly no reason, May I add. I was then looked after by a Realtivly Rich family. You must have had far worse a time then me. I'm sorry for you\" He said. Velásquez was clearly honest with this. But wasn't going to let it distract him. He could still be breaking the law. And if he arrested a criminal then surely he must be invited into the City Guard, At the very least."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nSol, Terresol \n\nHe nodded, seeing as the stranger had a similar upbringing like him. Annoyed with his hair, he then pulled it up in a ponytail. \n\n\"You Just learn how to survive. That's all. My mother was a good teacher. I always did what I could to help out with her. Now, I just worry about myself. Gets awful lonely, besides a casual encounter with a woman. That's always a plus of traveling. Gorgeous women.\" He said and shrugged a bit. \n\n\"Without my work, desperate people would die. Right now, I travel around getting food and drink for people; for a price of course. Either coin or useless trinkets.\" He said and scratched his scruffy facial hair."
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"author": "patriotic_duty1043",
"message": "Velásquez Alarcón\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"I can understand that, While I may never have to use survival, I have practiced in preparation of when the day may come. Mostly in self defense... Actually when I think about only in self-defense, Nether the less, I understand.\" He said. \"Besides. I've been alone alot of my life as well. After all, everyone my adopted family seems to dimwits.\" He muttered.\n\n\"So, I guess if you really are giving food and water, You wouldn't mind me checking your bag? I understand you may object, But I want to make fully sure your not just a con-artist trying to use this Plauge as a cover. I hope you understand.\" He said. Hoping to use the *\"Nothing to hide\"* Argument on them."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nSol, Terresol \n\nGreyden opened up one of the saddle bags, showing off provisions. He truly did have food and certainly more than enough. \n\n\"I make sure to get items that have more shelf life. Some people have specific requests and I get it.\" He said and smiled. \n\nHe then closed it and patted his horse on the side. \"Nothing to hide.\""
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"author": "patriotic_duty1043",
"message": "Velásquez Alarcón\nSol, Terresol\n\nVelásquez nodded slowly. They had no more reason for botherthing this man. \"I guess you do have nothing to hide, Thank you for that. Still, Just in case. I will be very careful to keep an eye on you.\" He said calmly. Keeping eye contact.\n\n\"Stay safe\" He said, smiling at them. He turned around and walked off. Of course he would still watch them. But seriously? A Swordfighter like him? Being reduced to nothing more than a spy? Unlikely.\n\nHe went off to do something different... Why did he leave the house again?"
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"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nTerresol Sea\n\nThe biscuit tasted good enough. Salty and sweet at the same time, which was odd, really, but it was a biscuit made to last during long trips. So not much could be done about that. \n\n\"Ah, it is just as special as one might think. Such is why there are lots and lots of people looking to buy you, gentleman. Now, I have chosen a buyer, so long as I find out where he is... And for a specific reason: spying. I believe you had been trained and told about that already, so it is strange how you forgot. Regardless, you will help to take slavery down from the inside. You may as well know how badly you can be treated, and if it was not me selling you, it is unlikely that you would get a chance to pay your way out... Because you will have a chance for that, and much more. I will help you, Ean. So long as you consent to being sold and enslaved... Believe me, I hate having to do this as much as you hate becoming property. But there is no other way for slavery to be destroyed other than from the inside. And besides... Being my spy has many benefits.\"\n\nA barrel of mushjoy was brought in by some of the merchant's employees, and it was opened to show what was inside of it.\n\n\"Such as mushjoy. A great product, high on my sales. You certainly could have a barrel a week of it... And just befall upon sheer joy, like the name implies.\"\n\nEan\nTerresol Sea\n\n\"You misunderstand, I didn't forget what I am or what am I supposed to do. I know what I should do, though I have been told that a spy should not ask some questions about the things they should not learn in the case they get caught. Anyway, I give my full consent.\"\n\nEan takes a look at the mushjoy, which might be useful to take a little from. Not to consume it, obviously, as he knew enough about how herbal stimulants are thanks to his botanic knowledge. He would nod, though. After all, it was a useful item.\n\n\"I would like to get some, not for my own consumption though. It is a herbal stimulant, I take it? I know a little because of my past interests, though its name suggests of it being made of mushroom.\" He would ask."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "A messenger \nTerresol\n\n\n\n*William\nIt has been a bit of time since last we spoke. I apologize for my sudden departure but I was alerted to an offer I could not let expire. I am writing from Swinford, in Northwind. I hope this letter arrives with you in good health. I hope to be able to leave soon as they have me under watch to determine if I have any ulterior motives. I am sending this with a small chest of jewels we acquired near the border. \nLeviticus Cortezial*\n\nThe messenger arrived at the port and searched for the Merchant."
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"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nTerresol Sea\n\nWill heard the elf intently, specially on the part of him consenting to being sold. It was not really common for a slave to agree with their captors on the fact of being sold, but such was the case, and the merchant was thankful of that.\n\n\"You were right about that, but even so I did not desire to leave you blind on things. Now... The part about mushjoy, I understand, fully. But the transportation of the barrel would be hard for you, no? Well, I will cut you a slack and separate a whole barrel's content in several small deliveries through each day, made through small boxes. That would also give you wood, which could come in handy, and easy enough to be hidden in whatever you have on you.\"\n\nMeanwhile, a man had gone to retrieve the letter from the messenger, seeing how the merchant had people around everywhere, and went with a small boat to arrive on the merchant's ship. He went aboard, and gave William the message before departing. Will read the letter with curiosity before making a decision.\n_ _\n\n\"Ean... There is a man in Swinford. I had met him before, and he has promised me to be good with taking down the kingdoms' men, seeing how each and every government wants the people to be shackled. Now... I want you to message me, every time that you can, with news of what he has been doing and any important events. An employee of mine will get your letters and deliver them to me. Do not fret, for I have people everywhere, just try to find a public place where someone could see your signal before you move into somewhere hidden—but whenever you have something important to relate, or anything to relate really, suck on your thumb. That is a way to signify for my employee to get to you.\"\n\nHe thought a bit more, talking again after a while\n\n\"I will every once in a while give you instructions. You may even be asked to infiltrate and become a slave for someone else, depending on what I find to be the best way to take on the foes of freedom. Ah, and the men that will escort you will disguise themselves as the soldiers of an old friend of Leviticus, the man who I will sell you to. So, any questions?\"\n\nSeveral men using dark padded armor showed up in front of the door, a few pieces of metal being tied to so spots of their padding, such as knees, elbows, shoulders... As William awaited for an answer, he begun to write a response letter of his own."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarsana \nSlave Warehouse by the sea.\n\nIt was one of the many days, or could he say, the same day every day? The elf seemed to have nodded to himself at the self proclamation in his mind. His eyes gazing out at nothing more but the rough yet tranquil sea from behind the bars of the cage he was in.\n\nIt's been such a long time since he was out yet it felt to be only a moment or two behind the metal constraints. A metal shackle was worn around his neck, possibly even rusted, to show his status as a slave. He's been wearing it ever since he could remember that he barely realised it was there.\n\nAs one of the lowest quality of slaves due to his 'insanity', he was put to the back part of the warehouse, literally at the end of it where it was actually the docking bay. So his cage was exposed to the harsh sea wind.\n\nDressed only in what slaves are allowed to wear, his legs starting from his knees and the arms from his sleeveless top, he was shivering terribly each night. He was barefooted as well. Fresh whip marks could be seen on the back of his hands and some on his legs and this was all from the daily routine of the slaver who thought of him to be mere entertainment.\n\nSpeak of the devil, the workers are here to feed him. His ears twitched as he sink into his act, giggling at nothing and babbling in a childlike voice, enough to get the attention of the men who only clicked their tongue, some throwing curses at him as they laugh.\n\nHis eyes gleamed at the sight of the 'food' held in their hands and he crawled towards the bars, reaching his hand out and making grabby motion while whining. The men laughed before they tossed one small stale bread just out of his reach outside the cage.\n\nThis was the part he hated the most but he's been through it for years. He squealed at the sight of the food and leaned down before reaching his hand out to try and grab it. Of course he won't be able to reach it but he was suppose to act like a child so he did what he did.\n\nHe cried when he felt the whip being painfully cracked against his skin that it bleed almost immediately at the first strike, a sign enough to tell just how malnourished and weak his body is with the lack of proper diet. With the men satisfied after whipping his hands a few more time, one of them step hard on the bread before kicking it into the cage.\n\nOnce more, he had to feel excited at the sight of the food as he desperately grabbed it with his injured hand and proceed to just eat it as he huddle himself up at the corner of the cage, his eyes only staring at the group of men that are now walking away."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nSlave Warehouse by the Sea.\n\nToday was a good day. A very very good day. For today they would free some slaves and line their pockets with gold and silver and other precious metals, the way the gods themselves intended. For if the gods didn't like them killing slavers, then why did they allow one of salim's spys to find out the timetable for a massive deposit of slaves in the warehouse? \n\nThere was no good answer! Salim would whip up the winds to push his ship forward, as fast as he could. He hoped to get there before the branding process... Once that was done they'd be forever marked as slaves. While he'd still set them free, it was hard for them to recover mentally from it.\n\nHe'd pretend to be a slaver ship but as soon as they parked... The truth of the matter would be revealed. Salim's powers weren't as strong this close to land, atleast not compared to the horrible storms he could create at sea. Those would have destroyed this deck and ripped it apart.\n\nSo instead of summoning a storm, he summoned heavy winds, destroying the bigger ships masts but leaving some of the smaller ships unbroken because of how they went with the wind. Crossbow bolts would fly at the place, and greek fire would begin burning down the walls.\n\nSoon"
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nSlave Warehouse by the Sea\n\nHe was already done eating and was resuming his act of giggling about. Despite acting like a clueless child, he was keeping up the facade as he listened in on the gossips spread by the workers on the deck. After all, gossips are better than no news.\n\nThe 20 year old soon started humming a random tune as he giggled once more, his eyes now looking out to the sea where he could see big ships. Suddenly there was a big wind, the sudden coldness making him sneeze and shiver greatly as he hugged himself and giggled again. \n\nHe couldn't bear with the cold but what the hell was he if not a slave used to such inhuman condition? Though he was definitely not expecting a gunshot to be heard and his eyes widened when he saw the guard fell down dead, a pool of blood forming by his head.\n\nHe started crying, he could see how everyone was protecting just about any other thing except for him. He acted like a terrified child, bringing his hands over his head as he cried louder, flinching when he heard the sound of the lock being busted open but didn't move a muscle to leave as he screamed and cried. After all, he was a 'child' and a terrified child won't ever leave their cage."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nSlave Warehouse by the Sea\n\nThey wouldn't really pay him mind. Those were the rules of the sea and of most decent men on Salim's crew. You never gave someone a free hand when they could fix their own problems. No sir, instead you gave them the way to fix those problems. It made real men out of people.\n\nAs such he would remain abandoned inside the cage. They had people who could actually work and save themselves to free. Weapons were thrown aside so slaves, now ex-slaves, could grab them and fight for their freedom against the opressors who were currently coming closer.\n\nSlaves would begin fighting with the two people who came by continuing to free more and more of them. It was a proper scrap is what it is! People were gonna die here but hopefully they'd have the joy of knowing they died free and to buy the other slaves the ability to free themselves!\n\nOutside the wind was beginning to die down on the scale of the whole battlefield but ti was still whipping around Salim. His pet, the sea serpent Begum would destroy one of the bigger ships that was heading toward them to put down the insurrection of the slaves. It was a full fledged revolt and the chaos of everything made Salim very very happy."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nSlave Warehouse by the Sea\n\nHe wasn't stupid to not noticed how the crew were setting the slaves free and giving them weapons to fight back. He slowly analyse the situation, noting that the leader was most likely a compassionate person even though he's a notorious pirate.\n\nSmirking to himself, he got up and push the gate of the cage open and took a step out. The wind of the sea now feeling much more fresher to him as he picked up a small dagger and held it in his hand in a way where it would tell that he was 'inexperienced'.\n\nWithout wasting another moment in the midst of the chaos, he quickly and silently sneaked onto the ship. The least he could do is try and catch himself a free ride and a bed, no? It was worth the risk as he stepped onto the ship, an expression of childlike fear on his face as he now got behind the man who seemed to be the captain of the ship.\n\nHis eyes landed on the few barrels that held fruits and wasted no time in snatching up an apple and just sitting on the floor and eating it, giggling loudly in response before he tug the captain's sleeve and gave a stupid grin.\n\n\"Thank you!\"\n\nHis voice sounded high pitch as well, like a child would as he thanked the other for other the rescue and the food, definitely not minding the fact that he had already made himself at home on the ship. The least that could happen was for him to get kicked out and he was more than ready for either an acceptance or a rejection on his presence."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nSlave Warehouse by the Sea\n\nCompassionate person? He read wrong entirely. Salim loved his people but this wasn't an act of compassion. This was an act of him standing by his principles for his own reasons. As such the poor elf boy fucked up just a tiny bit when he got close to the captain.\n\nSalim would give him an odd look. How in the sea mothers left foot did he get this close to him? Someone wasn't doing their job correctly. Either way he saw that the thing looked kinda like a kid so he wouldn't kill him... But there still had to be punishment for touching him.\n\nNaesala would be hit off, his face turning and his body thrown back from a powerful backhand. **\"Stay on deck if you want boy, but touch me again and I'll feed you to begum,\"** He growled out as he kept calling out numbers, getting people to fire."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nCaptain Salim's Ship\n\nCompassionate my ass. That was what the elf had thought as he giggled once more, dodging the hit that was sent to his face by leaning back. By the way he moved, it was definitely by natural reflex due to the number of abuse he had went through with his previous masters.\n\nHe rolled to the back by a few feet, still snacking on the apple as he ignored the threat, acting like an oblivious lunatic. A pirate was still a pirate he thought, the least he could do was go around with his act while not causing trouble to the leader.\n\n\"Aye aye, Mous Mous!!\"\n\nThe same childlike tone was heard from the young adult elf as he giggled once more, now standing up and climbing up the ropes to get a better view of the fight, clearly having no sense of safety can be seen as his hair was blown back by the wind."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nThe Siren\n\nWithin an hour, the place was ransacked. The soldiers who refused to surrender were fed to begum, while those who surrendered were strapped to the mast, to be marooned at worst and dropped off on an island at best.\n\nMeanwhile the slaves were given three ships, the three that had survived anyway. Salims flag was hanging off each one, marking it as his property. Three captains from amongst the slaves were picked by vote, and they were each given one of the three ships and salims blessing. \n\nIt was now up to"
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Zoe Piraino\nSol, Terresol\n\n\"Between you and me, I tended to spoil my kids a little bit here and there too.\" Zoe said thinking about her own experience as a governess. \"What would you consider to be your greatest accomplishment as a governess?\""
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"author": "minihedgie",
"message": "Photine Harding\nSol, Terresol\n\nPhotine smiled, comforted that she wasn't the only one inclined to spoil children occasionally. She couldn't help herself, especially when the parents had been frequently absent. At the question, she appeared thoughtful for a moment before answering, \"Well, I did teach them both how to read- something they took pride in. Although truly, the greatest accomplishment is seeing them flourish, in any way possible.\" \nShe paused, glancing down at her hands, \"It was a pleasure to watch Astrin and Leon grow. They were wonderful boys.\""
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"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nThe Siren\n\nHe had expected his acceptance would not be easy and mused from that. He hung himself upside down from the shroud, his hair blown wildly around him as he let out a loud giggle, pointing at the workers that were caught while sticking his tongue out at them.\n\nHe giggled again as he swung himself off, catching onto a rope where he used it to climb onto the mast. His agility and flexibility now proven. He was running about like a child, jumping off the mast and grabbing hold of the rope.\n\nSwinging through the air, he was quite a distance away from the workers that were tied to the mast yet he had no trouble seeing them as clear as the sun in the sky. Being 112 feet away from them while up in the air, he threw the dagger right at the worker who whipped him.\n\nThe worker let out a sharp cry when the blade landed right on his chest, just above his heart by an inch. Naesala did bear a grudge but he wasn't sure if he could kill the man so he decided a near death would be good enough.\n\nHe slide down the rope and landed gracefully onto the deck, a jovial smile on his face as he skipped to the captain as if he had not just attempted murder on the man. He stood a distance away from the man and tilted his head.\n\n\"Did I do good?\"\n\nHe was asking like a child expecting a reward from the parent, keeping his act up real good as he laughed once more while spinning around on his feet."
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"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\nHe didn't know how long he had fainted but he gathered it wasn't for long when he suddenly heard a shout right behind him. Despite having have fainted and was in a rather dazed state, he still remembered his act and facade, something which he had implemented deep into his bones.\n\nHe was barely able to move, his ears twitching in fear as he sunk into his childlike lunatic persona, basically a mental person. The elf whimpered softly as he curled up against the tree, the chains and shackles knocking against each other as he weakly brought his knees up to his chest. Dried blood can be seen on the back of his hands where he was earlier whipped by the slavers.\n\nNot only that, there were also dry blood on the sole of his feet. The elf only hung his head low, his body can be seen trembling, a state of fear and anxiety he was in as he whimpered once more.\n\n\"D-Don't hurt me...\"\n\nHe managed to plead in a childlike tone, fear lacing his tone as he seemed to have managed to pushed himself further against the tree. As if he did not wish to be taken back to whatever hellhole he had just escaped with his life on the line."
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"author": "heyimnotabandit",
"message": "\"Bloody' faekin' 'ell!\" Big John exclaimed as he eventually made his way up to Lamorac. He had a look of confusion and just sheer... Astonishment. The group all equally stared down at the figures ears and the markings against his body. No one said a thing. Not even Lamorac. \n\nAfter a few more moments, Lamorac broke the silence.\n\n \"Joan, go tell the company to set up camp. John, go with her. Ithirmir, you're with it.\"\n\n\"Aye, Cap'n.\" Joan exclaimed as he made a clicking sound with Big John, turning to ride towards the lances. John himself taking out the warhorn and blowing it four times. \n\nLamorac slowly moved from his horses saddle. His arming sword still in his hand as he slowly approached in a half-crouched motion. He had never seen an Elf, let alone one with this type of complexion or even features. *\"Don't hurt me!\"* The words rang in his mind as he finally got within spitting distance. With a gaze down at the elf, Lamorac quickly looked around. He himself easily deduced that whoever this man was, he had escaped some sort of bondage. As to what..\n\n\"What's your name? Where are you from? And what in the name of every God are you doing here?\" He said, trying to at least find out information from the obliviously terrified Elf."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\nHe flinched terribly at the loud exclamation suddenly made by one of the larger sized humans, his eyes widening more in *Fear* When there was suddenly silence. Feeling their gaze stabbing against his body, he turned his head away from them, hands trembling and ears drooping down a little.\n\nHe heard the man, presumably the leader, ordered the people to set up camp. *'So they were travelling...'* The elf thought to himself and judging from their clothes, they are mercenaries too. Not only that, it could be seen that they were looking for a Lord or someone to work for yet they barely seem to get by enough. Were they lacking in terms of skills or is it by another factor that's encouraging their poverty? \n\nHe shivered when he suddenly felt a small breeze which wasn't a surprise considering he was only wearing a one layer tunic, a basic attire for most slaves. Naesala whimpered at the sight of the sword and merely pushed himself further back against the tree, tears stinging the corner of his eyes as the chains clinked against each other. \n\nLike any *Slaves* Who are ruled by fear and violence, he was *Quick to be obedient*.\n\n\"N-Naesala Iarzana...!! Warehouse... T-Terresol sea...\" He stuttered a lot in his words, clearly shaken up from whatever he had just went through and yet he was also forcing himself to answer out of fear he would be punished or worse, killed.\n\n\"P-Pirates... Warehouse destroy... Freed slaves...\"\n\nNot to mention how his voice sounded high pitch and childlike despite his appearance of a young adult. It could be seen that the elf have went through some sort of accident or abuse that have made his mind regress into that of a child or have even made him crazy."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia De Blanc\nA road leading out of Gorgonys.\n\nSun shone through her shudders and a knock roused her from her stiff bed that morning. She dressed, layering a skirt over two thin petticoats and a loose jacket over her shift and chemise. Terresol was rarely cold so she didn't feel the need to dress or pack for colder weather, though a cloak was folded at the bottom of a linen bag, which she threw over her shoulder.\n\nUsually, a birthday was a celebration, but for Amicia, today felt a little more like a funeral. And she'd attended plenty to know.\n\nQuietly, she slipped out through the back of the mortuary building so as not to make a fuss. She didn't like attention and she knew the priests and priestesses that took care of her would only make the day sappy, And when you've worked in the funerary business for as long as Amicia, you get sick of sappiness quickly.\n\nWithout a second look back, she walked through the town and into the market, letting the clashing smells of food assault her nose, sweet apples and harsh spices mixed together and she scowled.\n\nWhilst the young woman had never left the town of Gorgonys, she still knew her way out. Down a road lined with signs she couldn't read to places she'd only heard about in passing. For longer than she was willing to realise, she had planned ahead for today. For the day she left the smell of decaying corpses behind, though it was a smell that lingered and clung to her skin like a badge. A warning for would-be friends and enemies.\n\nThe morning dragged on until it became afternoon and Amicia sat beneath the shade of a tree on the roadside for rest. The grinning sun had beat down on her all day and the small girl was not one for stamina. It dawned on her that the journey ahead was going to be long and difficult one and she almost wished she was back in the mortuary, preparing an embalming fluid or washing a body. She longed for that familiarity again."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Campbell and Odette\nThe road leading into Gorgonys\n\nTerresol had long and winding roads that stretched down and across the countryside, with thick rounds of hay placed neatly to break up the rolling, verdant hills. The weather was warm, but not too warm to require anyone to take off their coats. It was a nice day for a carriage ride. \n\nThey had come from Greenwall, where they had briefly intercepted the courier at a tavern overnight. From the looks of things, it was the same courier who had received word about the most recent shipment of cargo that came into Carmine Bay. He was a young boy, no older then fifteen, and Campbell surmised that he was probably a spy disguised as a page, who when traveling on the road broke out a courier's outfit. Why he was on his way to Gorgonys and not to Sol was beyond the both of them, but they weren't exactly in the business of asking complex questions. \n\nLast night, Odette had stolen his horse and quickly flipped it to an Araedian stableboy for a hefty profit. With those profits they bought a carriage, which they were now using to track down the page, who seemed content on completing the last leg of his journey on foot. They gave him an hour before setting off down the same road towards Gorgonys, and it only took a half an hour before they spotted him in the distance. \n\n\"Oi!\" Campbell stood up in the front seat of the wagon, waving a thick arm in the air to grab the boy's attention. \"You there, boy!\" \n\nThe courier turned around, hesitating a moment before waving back. \n\n\"Are you a courier?\" Campbell asked, closing the gap between them with his horses. \n\n\"Aye.\" The boy said, looking up at the pair. \"Why'dya ask?\" \n\n\"My wife—\" Campbell looked over to Odette, who had fallen asleep the moment they got their wheels on the road. He nudged her in the arm and she sprung into action, fixing the sunhat that had fallen askew and pushing her sun-glasses further up her nose.\n\nHe continued, \"My wife and I had a son who was a courier, from a House in Limani. He was shot in the neck by an arrow. It's not safe to be walking around these roads alone, even with the plague. Where are you headed?\"\n\nThe courier slowly placed a hand over his neck, his fingers idly rubbing at his trachea, \"I'm from Limani...\" He muttered, shaking his head. \"I'm headed to Gorgonys. I've got trade reports from the Southern I—\" \n\nCampbell cut him off, \"It's settled, then. Climb on back and we'll be off.\" \n\nWithout a word, the courier reached into his pocket and placed a few silver on the arm of Campbell's seat. \"You're a generous lot. You don't know how much this means to me. The plague is really heating up on the coast, and you can never be too careful.\"\n\n\"Oh, yes.\" Campbell replied, watching as the boy walked around the side of the carriage. \"You never know whose out here. Mad people, bandits, the lot of 'em.\" \n\nThe boy propped himself up on the back of the wagon, climbing into the bed and standing there, hands on his hips. \"I don't know how to thank you two, it just doesn't seem fair that—\" An arrow impaled itself into his breast, and he fell back into a pile of empty boxes. Odette placed her foot on the back of the driver's seat, leaning over to notch another arrow and loosed it into his neck. The boy slumped down, dead in seconds. \n\n\"Another job well done.\" Campbell said, dusting his hands off on his pants. Odette gave a light nod, sitting back down in her seat and once again placing the sunhat over her face. \n\nLittle did the two know that the entire affair had happened next to a solitary tree, where an unnoticed girl had been sleeping."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia De Blanc\nA road leading out of Gorgonys.\n\nAmicia had not been asleep, merely resting her eyes as a carriage rolled down the road. The sound of wooden wheels and hooves on the stone caused an eye to crack open and her mouth to turn down in a scowl.\n\nWatching silently, she noticed the driver and the woman inside seemed to be talking to a young boy who had passed her moments before and curiosity struck. She left her bag by the tree and tucked her chain down her chemise to quieten any jangling it would make.\n\nAnd, carefully, she slipped towards the carriage and pressed against the side where she wouldn't be seen. At the mention of the plague, her nose scrunched up in distaste. A body had been brought into the mortuary once with signs of the plague, she had refused to go near the room for a week.\n\nShe wasn't sure why she was hiding, really, but as soft footsteps began approaching her side of the carriage, she ducked underneath (with help from her childlike stature) and she watched feet walk past her and listened to the soft thump of feet above her.\n\nIdly, her hands picked at grass and daisies that had grown between rock as she listened to the boy above her speak, and then something fling through the air and enter something, then silence.\n\nUntil a thump sounded and the carriage shook above her. Like the curious cat, Amicia crawled out from beneath the carriage, back to the side she had been hiding against, but this time she peaked over the side of it, with little care for the couple seeing her. It was likely that she had forgotten they were there at all.\n\nThe young girl had not been expecting to be witness to a murder on her eighteenth birthday, but then again, it was unsure whether or not she registered it as murder. All she knew was that now there was the dead body of a young boy who had (moments ago) been walking and talking, laid lifelessly in the cart with two arrows sticking out of him, blood pooling and dripping through the cracks of the wooden boards below.\n\nForgetting that there were now two fully grown adults, likely staring at her, she reached over the side of the cart and poked a knuckled finger into his arm."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol Forrest \n\n\nRiding down a trail, heading out into the inhabited Forrest, he found that it was probably safer than staying within the walls of the city, due to the outbreak. He wasn't starving for money at the time, so it wouldn't be well worth it.\n\nAs he road along, he saw a figure walking down the trail. Curious, he pulled on the reigns of his horse, causing the beast to slow to a trot, catching up to the stranger. \n\nGreyden pulled the bandana down off his mouth, letting it hang around his neck, so that he wouldn't be muffled by the cloth. \n\n\"Excuse me, miss? Do you need a ride? You shouldn't be walking around out here all alone.\" Greyden said, soon getting his horse to stop in its tracks."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nForest in Terresol\n\n\nHanging off the shrouds of the ship where Naesala was hanging upside down from, his long hair being thrown about by the strong sea wind. His ears twitched a few times and he was even able to breathe the scent of sea salt in the air. He had taken the time to observe the nature of the captain as well as the crews of the ship. Although he seemed accepting of all races, the captain did not seem ambitious enough for the elf to actually take into account for his goal.\n\nHe swiftly let go of his holding on the shroud, free falling down before he managed to grab a rope and swung himself back down onto the deck. Snooping around a bit, he managed to get his hand on another dagger that he had found astray on a barrel. He tied it around his hip with a rope. He gave the ship one last look before he slipped off the ship and back onto land.\n\nA shackle was still intact on his neck, wrists and ankles despite being quite rusted, a symbol of his status as a slave. It would rubbed and bump on his neck and collarbone that it soon left a bruise upon his pale skin. Barefooted, he walked down the gravel road with the chains being dragged along, the sole of his feet starting to bleed yet he seemed to pay no mind to it. After all, a slave is used to all sorts of hardships and pain.\n\nHe stuck close to the bushes and the forest, not wanting to end up being caught by some merchants or guards. His lips were dried and so was his hair, both signs of his body is in an unhealthy state. Lack of nutrition and food as well as water. He didn't know how long he was walking as he started to realised that there weren't a single soul on the road he was venturing himself on. \n\nHe gulped, taking in a shaky breath as the exhaustion finally took a toll on his adrenaline fuelled body. Just as he was about to fall onto his knees, a voice was suddenly heard by his side and he quickly turned.\n\nThough it proved to be a wrong choice as he suddenly stumbled and fell back onto the ground, his back slammed against the tree as the sound of chains knocking against each other were heard."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest in Terresol \n\n\nGreyden sighed and hopped off the horse. He heard the chains and grabbed his satchel off the horse and began to walked over. \n\n\"Hey it's okay. I won't hurt you, but I need to get those chains off you, okay?\" He said softly.\n\nHe pawed in his satchel and pulled out a set of lock picks and nodded to himself, soon picking the locks on the chains. \n\n\"I'll get you some bread and water, you're rather thin.\" He added as he began to remove the chains of the other male."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\nThe elf merely stared quizzically at the human, his eyes showing his cautiousness as he merely pushed himself further against the tree. His knees brought up to his chest in a rather protective manner.\n\nHis ears twitched and he whimpered when his hand was tugged for the shackles to be removed. His body visibly trembling once he felt all the weight of the chains and shackles removed from him. A foreign sense of freedom suddenly felt bubbling within as he then whimpered once more."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest in Terresol \n\nHe frowned a little bit and then grabbed the chains and tossed them into the bushes nearby, getting them away from the stranger. He then walked over to the horse and pulled out a canteen and some bread from the saddle bag. He then knelt down and offered the sustenance to the stranger. \n\n\"Here, eat this and drink this. You need to get something in your system. Do you have anywhere you need to go? Any family? A home?\" He asked, wanting to know where he could bring the stranger. \n\nHe then took in the strangers features and gently tucked a piece of the strangers hair back, seeing the pointed ears. \"Oh... I understand now... Well, you can stick with me, if you'd like.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\nSeeing the human standing up and going to his horse, the elf was quick to get up and hide behind the tree. There were whip marks evident on the back of his hands and legs, the dried blood covering them as he peeked out at the human. He was only wearing a tunic that reached his mid thighs and he was kneeling behind the tree.\n\nHis stomach growled loudly at the sight of the food but he remained where he was though his eyes seemed to be staring rather intensely at the bread. He flinched when the human suddenly reached a hand out to tuck his hair behind his ear, thinking he was about to be hit instead which caused his surprise when the other did not do so.\n\nThe elf only shook his head sadly, his eyes gazing down.\n\n\"Naesala ran... Away from the bad... People...\"\n\nHe said rather softly that his voice was barely audible. However with his appearance of a young adult, with the childlike voice and the mannerism behind his talking, it was almost obvious that he had \"Suffered\" Some mental damage."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest\n\nGreyden knelt down and handed him the bread and canteen. He made sure to keep distance between them, since the stranger was scared. \n\n\"Easy now... You're safe here. I run from bad people too. I'm Greyden. I have a cabin not too far from here. We can stay there and get you washed up and you can sleep. Does that sound good?\" He asked in a soft manner."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest \n\nHis brown eyes stared at the food offered to him and his nose sniffed a bit, his ears twitching a few times before he finally reached a hand out and slowly took the bread. Once it was out of Greyden's hand, his hand was quick to pulled back as his back was suddenly turned towards the human.\n\nHe sat down against the tree and he could be heard gobbling the bread up, it was better than the stale bread he was given back at the warehouse. Whether he had heard the other it was unknown as he just rapidly nodded to what the other had said."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest\n\nGreyden smiles and watched him eat. \"When you're ready, I'll help you onto the horse and we will go. The cabin isn't far but I don't think you should walk anymore.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\nThe elf was soon done with his food and he then shyly looked at the human. His ears twitching as his bright eyes looked towards him.\n\n\"Why are you being nice to me...?\"\n\nHe decided to ask, his voice restrained and filled with caution as he was afraid of offending the other, even his eyes refused to look up and meet the other's, knowing well of his status."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nGreyden noticed a change in the strangers behavior. He smiled a little at this. \n\n\"Well, these are dark times. And you needed help. Who am I if I don't help people? I'm not a great person but I'm not evil.\" He said and looked at the stranger. \n\n\"Now, lets get you cleaned and I'll have you borrow some of my clothes.\" He said and reached out a hand to the elf"
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHis eyes still seemed to be suspicious of the human as he stared at the offered hand. He was quiet and silent before he finally reached a hand out and took hold of Greyden's, his grip subconsciously tightening around his as if he was some sort of life support for him now."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHe helped Naesala up and picked him up. He then placed the elf on the horse. He climbed on and sat behind him. Greyden then kicked the horse into a trot, one arm wrapping around Naesala's waist and the other holding onto the reigns. \n\n\"Now, what in God's name brought you out here, miss? Why here of all places to run to?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHe was more focused on trying to not fall off the horse as he gripped his hands tightly onto the saddle, his eyes widening when he felt Greyden's arm around his waist and couldn't help but tense up. When he heard what the human had said, realisation dawned upon him and he soon felt bitter.\n\n\"I just... Wanted to get away... Don't want to go back...\"\n\nHe softly muttered as a hand slowly tugged down on his tunic, shivering a little at the bumpy movements as he wasn't really used to riding horses before.\n\n\"And... Naesala is a male... Master...\"\n\nHe then clarified his gender, calling the other by his respective title as he still saw himself as a slave."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHis face went red and bit his lip. He hadn't met a man that looked like him, causing him to misgender the stranger. \n\n\"Oh. That's my bad. Sorry. Wait, did you just call me master? I don't own you. You are free.\" He said, confused. \n\nGreyden soon began to ride through a smaller trail, branching off the main one."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest \n\n\nHe was focused on the road ahead of them, gripping onto the saddle tightly despite being secured by the waist. His body was tense as he tried to balance himself on the horse.\n\nHis head tilted slightly to the side when he heard what Greyden had said, as if he was confused at the clarification.\n\n\"But the slavers said no matter what... My kind will always be slaves...\"\n\nHe stated out, his ears drooping a little as he then turned back to look up at the human, their faces quite close to one another.\n\n\"So where are we going?\""
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\"We are going to a cabin I own. I'll get you clothes, a bath, and some more food.\" He said and smiled.\n\nSoon, the small cabin came into view. He rode the horse up to the house. He got off the horse and picked up Naesala. He soon carried the younger male into the house."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest \n\n\nNaesala made a small sound of what seemed to be agreement when he heard the answer. He soon saw the small cabin and his ears seem to perk up lightly at the sight. \n\nHe was just about to giddily get off when he was suddenly carried by the human. His body weight was much more lighter than his usual and standard weight, a clear sign of starvation and lack of food. A small squeak of surprise was heard from him as he wrapped his arms around the human to stabilise himself as he was carried into the house."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest\n\nGreyden opened the door to reveal a quant little place. It had a sofa, a bed, a wood stove to heat the place and cook upon, and a tub to bathe in. Everything you could need. \n\nGreyden set Naesala down on the bed and began to draw a bath. As he was doing that, he also set out some clothes for him."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\nThe elf merely stayed seated on the floor, not wanting to dirty up the rest of the place as he watched the human, his wounds aching a little when he stretched his hands and so were the wounds on his feet."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nOnce the bath was finished he dipped his hand in the water to test the temperature. He smiled as it was just warm enough. \n\n\"Alright. Do you need any help or can you do it yourself? I don't want to invade your privacy.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf actually seemed to have thought deeply for a moment at the question made towards him and his lips jutted out into a small yet visible pout as he then showed his wounds to the human. He was nodding a little to show that he indeed may need help tending to them carefully while he was in the bath."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHe sighed at the elf and grabbed a sponge. He wet the sponge and moved a stool by the tub. \n\n\"We will do it this way I guess...\" He said softly and helped the other male undress and get washed up."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\nDespite the water being warm, the elf still shuddered as he stepped into the tub, sinking into the water. Wincing softly when he felt the water made his wounds sting."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHe felt bad for the elf as he helped him wash up.\n\n\"It May hurt now, but once you get clean, you will feel so much better, I can promise you that. Do you have any desired foods you want? Maybe some wine or beer?\" He asked, not sure what the elf liked to eat."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\nNaesala only scrunched his nose up in a rather cute way, his ears twitching as he sank deeper into the water that it now reached his chin. He slowly shook his head, his hair moving smoothly and slowly in the water.\n\n\"Don't know... Only eaten bad food.\""
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\"Well, when you are with me, I will make sure you have only good food to eat, okay? And you will be clean and have clothes and be warm.\" He said, now taking a washcloth and gently washing the elf's face and ears. \n\nFor some reason, he was determined to protect this person. He wasn't sure why. However, it felt good to have some company."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\nHe didn't say a word to what the human had just proclaim, his eyes instinctively closing when the other started to wash his face. The elf even flinched and squeak softly a few times when his ears was washed, them being rather sensitive.\n\nHis hair was now wet and sticking against his skin, the water droplets glistening against his pale skin as he patiently waited for the washing to be over."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHe soon finished washing the elf and set the clothes out and held up a towel to wrap around him. \n\n\"Alright. Sit by the wood stove and warm up, when you're dry, I'll help you get dressed.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\nHe nodded as he covered himself with the rather large towel, looking rather small in it as he quickly make his way towards the stove, not wanting to further damage the wound on the soles of his feet.\n\nHe shivered a bit as he sat by the stove, gingerly rubbing his hair dry as much as he could before he waited to be dried off. He soon laid down by the stove, loving the warmth as he curled up a bit."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nGreyden smiled and soon began to cut up some bread and fruit. \n\n\"Your clothes are laid out on the bed. If you get dressed, I'll get you some food and comb your hair. Does that sound good?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\n\nHearing what the human had said, he slowly sat up and got up. Stumbling a bit on his feet due to the wounds on the sole of his feet towards the bed. He saw the clothes laid out on the bed and quickly put them on before he then look to the human, making a sound that he was done."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nSeeing the elf fully clothed, he grabbed a plate and put some fruit slices on it with some bread and walked over. He handed it to the elf and then got a hairbrush. He soon began to comb through the other male's locks."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nForest Cabin\n\n\nHe sat rather stiffly in the bed, not wanting to move unnecessarily as he eyed the plate of food. He let out a soft and satisfied purr when he felt the gentle brushing against his hair as he reached a hand out to slowly take a fruit slice, nibbling on it before taking a small bite, eating silently."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\n\"You can relax, you know. You're safe here.\" He reminded Naesala and continued to brush his hair.\n\n\"Is there a certain way you wear your hair or do you want it down?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\nThe elf merely kept silent, not answering as it was just a protective instinct. He slowly ate the fruit slice before he slowly shook his head.\n\n\"I'm fine with either way... Most of the time it's down...\""
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nHe parted it and combed his fingers through it gently, adding a bit of texture to it. He smiled once he was done. \n\n\"Perfect. Is there anything you need or want now?\" He asked, twirling a piece of the elf's hair between his fingers. He wasn't sure why, but the other male was intriguing to him."
},
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\n\nThe elf seem surprised when Greyden asked such a question to him that he was silent for a moment. It was as if he was trying to comprehend what the other had said before he turned his body around to face him.\n\nHis head tilted to the side as he looked up to the other through his bright brown eyes, his ears twitching slightly before he lifted a wounded hand and gently tugged at Greyden's wrist before guiding it to the top of his own head, wanting to be patted."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nTerresol's Forest \n\nGreyden let his hand be guided and he gently pat the elf's head and then stroked his hair gently. He smiled softly and shyly kissed his forehead, causing himself to blush lightly."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\n\nHis eyes instinctively shut when he felt the gentle movement on his head, purring softly in delight as a bubble of warmth bloomed within him, a feeling that was long foreign to him. With his eyes closed, he felt something pressed against his forehead which made him open his eyes. He tilted his head in mild confusion when he saw the blush."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest Cabin\n\nHe bit his lip gently as he pulled away. \"Well, I'll let you finish your food. You should get some sleep soon. I'll sleep on the couch. You need a proper rest.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\n\nHe blinked a few times at the human, just like any other confused 'child', he only kept his hold around Greyden's wrist, not letting go as he used another hand to take a fruit slice and offer it to him.\n\n\"Did I do something wrong?\""
},
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest Cabin\n\nGreyden shook his head as he took the fruit piece and sat back down next to him. He then ate the piece and soon went back to petting his head. \n\n\"No, I just figured you might have wanted to rest. I guess I was wrong.\" He said and chuckled."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\nHis lips formed a small 'o' and he nodded though he did not seem to understand. He turned his attention back to his food and took a bread before eating it, being as silent and slow as he possibly could."
},
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest Cabin \n\nHe smiled and watched him, seeing how timid he still was. He gently caressed the elf's face. He felt a wave of emotion over come him. It was something new to him. He leaned in and kissed his lips gently, blushing lightly. He quickly pulled away. \n\n\"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that.\" He said, embarrassed from his actions."
},
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\n\nEverything was in slow motion when Naesala suddenly saw the human leaning in and pressing their lips together. His eyes widening in surprise as he grew confused internally. What the actual hell just happened? Was he kissed? Right out of the blue on the first day they met?\n\nNaesala found it absolutely ridiculous and had half a mind to slap the other in the face but he refrained from doing so, instead, he continued pretending. A childlike wonder in his eyes as he tilted his head at the human who was apologising what he did."
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest Cabin \n\nHe got up and scratched his five o'clock shadow a bit. He didn't know why he did that. He was mentally kicking himself. \n\n\"Alright... Well, you should sleep...\" He said and he moved over to the couch, since that would be his bed for the night."
},
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\nThe elf only watched him move to the couch before he himself lay down on the bed, not a word from him as he waited for the night to settle."
},
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest Cabin \n\nGreyden kicked off his boots and curled up on the couch. Within minutes, he passed out, snoring softly. He hadn't slept well since the plague had started, since he hadn't been home."
},
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest Cabin\n\n\nOnce he was sure the man was asleep, he silently got up and got down from the bed. He slowly went to Greyden and knelt down besides him. He wasn't sure why this man was treating him so well but he knew he couldn't stay for long by his side as he had a goal to achieved. Returning the favour, he planted a soft kiss on his forehead before he decided to take his leave, leaving the cabin and out into the dark night."
},
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"author": "cr4zeed3z",
"message": "Greyden Smythe \nForest Cabin \n\nIn the morning, he woke up and yawned loudly. He rubbed his eyes and went to tend to Naesala, but saw he wasn't there. \n\nHe frowned. *Was he taken? Did I scare him away? Why did he go?* He sighed heavily and folded his arms.\n\nThis wasn't the first time that someone he liked disappeared, but this time was different. They didn't die, but left him. He rubbed his face and slumped himself back onto the couch. He was now alone once again."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nA road leading to Whitton Castle\n\nOn the road was a man on horse back, seemingly lost, his skeletal armor clanking, barely holding itself in place, bent, dented, and dirty, the knight wearing it was swaying side to side, visibly exhausted, staring in the distance, \"Where am I?\" He thought as he pressed forward, only forward, he had been roaming aimlessly for so long he could not remember how long himself.\n\nAll he remembered is that he had to get as far away from the Witherlands as he could, and so he had even went past Northwind without knowing, his panicked retreat had somehow managed to bring him past Terresol's borders, he was now heading towards a castle, he did not know who owned it, but he just knew it would be safer here than anywhere else he'd ever been, eventually, not too far from the castle's gates, he slipped off of his mount's back, falling to the ground heavily, the horse just staying where it was, next to it's fallen master."
},
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle gates.\n\nThe unusual situation that had occurred at the castle gates had gained some attention. A watchmen stationed at the keep's gates had alerted a few within the castle, Eyva was one of those few. Perhaps she would not have heard of this stranger if she had not been in the courtyard. The horses had been brought from the stables as Eyva had intended to go on a small hack with a few other members of the house hold. As she waited patiently for the horses to be readied, she had caught news of this stranger near the gates. \n\nThe gates were open already when she approached them, and in the near distance she saw what appeared to be a horse and its rider, though its rider was on the ground. Precariously she approached the duo, though with caution. She pulled the marbled grey furs on her shoulders tighter around her almost defensively as she stopped a few yards away from him. Her eyes drifted between them both, noting that the mans armour (from what she could see of it) was damaged, dirty and had clearly seen better days. \n\n\"Are you well?\" She asked, her brows furrowed in concern. She moved down into a crouch to be on a similar level to the man, though still keeping her distance."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle Gates.\n\nThe armored man panted heavily as he was laying on the ground, moving his head to look at his surroundings, as his ears had caught the sound of approaching footsteps, he could only see her from the corner of his eye, he held his side and hissed a bit from the pain he only now realised he felt, he listened to what she said and took quite a while to answer her question, but eventually he did nonetheless\n\n\"I wouldn't say so m'lady\" He was exhausted and it hurt, but he was still a knight and had to keep his manners no matter what, he kept looking at her as well as he could from his position, now she could notice that his armor had quite the strange shape, even though it was damaged it was fairly easy to guess it was built to look like a skeleton, especially the helmet's faceplate, the horse too was wearing armor, but it didn't look as damaged as the knight on the floor, who spoke once again after taking in a deep breath\n\"May I ask you this? Where am I?\" An understandable question for his situation, at least from his point of view, the horse didn't seem to be bothered by the situation in any way, and remained at it's place next to the knight"
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle gates. \n\nThe armoured man had certainly caught the attention of bystanders who seemed to congregate at the castle gates watching the two interact. Of course, this situation was not typical here, though many wanted to pass the Sun gate just a league or so away from the keep, few actually came to the castle gates unless anticipated. Eyva felt a conflict within her. She could have easily sent this man on his way. Perhaps he was here intentionally, pulling the wool over her eyes. Though Eyva was empathetic, and could not turn such a man away, especially as she had taken note of his discomfort. \n\nAs Eyva looked down to the man, even as a crouch, wisps of red hair would fly out behind her. The castle walls acted as a windshield to those inside, she had not realised how bitterly cold the wind was until she was exposed to it. Once more, she pulled her furs around her, attempting to keep her torso remotely warm. \n\n\"Whitton castle, Terresol.. Ser?\" She would say, the tone of her voice picking up as she uttered the last word, it was an attempt to understand who he was. If he were a lord he would not be here in this predicament, would he? She pondered the thought for a moment. \n\n\"Who are you?\" She finally asked. If he had ill intent, she would hopefully discover it before he was allowed entry into the keep, or so she hoped."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle Gates\n\nHe used his free hand to face palm when he realised just how embarassing his situation was to him, a knight, laying on the ground pathetically in front of someone he did not know, he did his best efforts to sit up and turn so he could properly face her, his crimson cape now dirty, barely even floating, he put his arms behind himself as support to not fall back down, he took a good look at her and the castle behind her, realising she must be someone important, he forced himself up so he could actually kneel respectfuly.\n\n\"Sir Siegfried... *Krieger* M'lady\" He took deep breaths in between his words, he sounded absolutely exhausted, looking down as some form of bow but also with a slight hint of shame.\n\n\"Last living member of House Krieger of the Witherlands\" He breathed heavily, a bit shaky, was it because of the cold? The pain? Exhaustion? He could not really tell anymore."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle gates\n\nEyva was not too accustomed to the individual houses in the Witherlands. Though she was unsure what motive this man could have that would cause him to lie to her. For now, she would take this man as honest. She couldn't help but frown as he attempted to bow, formalities were one thing, but this man looked as though death was soon to take him. She sheepishly moved towards him, extending a hand out to his shoulder.\n\n\"Come, we need to get you inside. You'll catch a death out here.\" She said, turning her head to look at the gate. She was a little surprised that no one else had come out to this mans aid, regardless of who he was.\n\n\"Don't just stand there. Come help this man inside. Take his horse to the stables\" She would yell, frustration laced her tone. Needless to say it was then people had started to shift from their places, some had moved back inside the keep walls, and others had come to assist both the horse and the man."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir SIegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle Gates\n\nHe pressed hard against his leg with his hands to push himself up while shaking slightly when she told him to come inside \"Thank you, thank you a thousand times m'lady\" He spoke as he was helped by all those people he didn't know, but he was happy to not be attacked or scared, he looked up at the castle as he was helped, the horse was extremely submissive for a warhorse and let itself be guided to the stables, the knight meanwhile just looked around."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nSir Slegfried was helped inside and taken directly to the eastern wing of the keep which held a few guest chambers. \n\nThe chamber was relatively small. There was a boarded window that was shaped as a long slit within the mortar walls. Should the wooden shutters be pulled aside, one would see outside the castle walls. The window was likely used by Eyva's ancestors as an arrowslit. The interior walls of the room had been decorated in various drapes and furs, stitched onto them would be various emblems and sigil. Some would believe that these only held decorational purposes, however in the harsh of winter these thick drapes helped to insolate the room, keeping the warm of the open fire inside. There was a small bed positioned at the back of the room, placed against a wall. A fireplace flickered gently to the right of the bed.\n\nThe room smelt of incense, various herbs and flower aromas filled the nose gently, much like many of the other houses. These herbs, spices and flowers were placed in hand sewn pouches, and rested upon the fire mantle. As the fire warmed, so did the pouch, thus releasing a gentle, toasty scent.\n\nA member of the house had been called to his side to help him with any injuries sustained. She had helped clean up any wounds, creating poultices from boiling water and bread to help draw out infection and keep any wounds clean. He had been given some clothes, made from a thin woven thread that perhaps were too large for him, but better than the metal that constricted him and caused him grief.\n\nEyva had come to visit sometime later. She was of little help to him when he was in such a state, though she had been told that the man was stable enough for her to go see. Upon her arrival to the eastern wing of the keep, she had instructed servants to collect the man some food and drink, for no guest of hers should go hungry. It would not be a banquet, but it would be a hearty soup, a roll of bread and some honey wine to help soothe him. \n\nShe entered the room, no longer hugging her thick furs. It was warmer inside the castle, instead she wore a blue dress that was laced at the front. Beneath it was a thin white shift that covered her arms and chest. A smile formed on her lips as she looked towards the man.\n\n\"Ah, Sir Krieger, how are you feeling?\""
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle guest chambers\n\nSir Siegfried had remained extremely shy and submissive throughout all of his treatments, although at first he was reluctanct to let the armor be taken off of him, especially the helmet, he eventually let them do their duties, knowing that otherwise he would remain in a pitiful state, he didn't talk much to the people around him, the servant that helped him heal could notice that the wounds he had must had been caused by extremely crude weaponry, even a few shards of bone were planted into his skin in some places.\n\nWhen he had been put in the room he took long looks at everything surrounding him, fascinated by the culture of this place he hadn't seen before, it was a far way from the witherlands, and he wasn't used to such fine things, when he heard footsteps approaching the door he would sit up so he could look more presentable, bowing his head when he saw her enter, he looked up at her before speaking once again.\n\n\"I am feeling well, you have my gratitude for the help you have given me, and I want to apologise if I made you or your servants go through any sort of trouble.\""
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nShe smiled, waving a hand dismissively to him. \"It was no trouble. I'd not have allowed a man to fall at my gates when I could have helped him.\" Her words were sincere as she paced across the room towards him. \n\nShe pulled up a small wooden chair that was lined with deer hide beside the bed. Gracefully she took a seat, looking to him. For a moment she observed him, curious as to what had brought him here, and why was he in such a state? Had allowing him in put her and her people in danger? Was there a further threat that she had not considered? Her uncle had always taught her to be mindful of ulterior motives, and with her uncle and advisors away on a trip, she had few people to turn to for council. \n\n\"By the sounds of it, you weren't aiming to come here? You wouldn't have asked where you were if you were. So tell me, where were you heading? What happened to you, Sir?\" She asked, leaning slightly forward in her seat as a servant had given him the food and honey wine as she had requested. The servant threw a few more logs on the burning fire that crackled gently in the background, before leaving the chambers entirely."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nSir Siegfried moved around on the bed a bit so he could get in a more comfortable position to speak to her, he was seemingly very calm and recovering pretty fast from his injuries, he looked at her with his head tilted when she spoke, and he would start eating, he would of course swallow before speaking\n\n\"I was trying to get as far as I could from the Witherlands\" He said while nodding a bit \"My House, everyone I knew... They were slaughtered by barbarians, way up in the north of the Witherlands, my Lord told me to retreat, to save the memory of our House, he gave me his name and his title before he passed...\" *His voice was filled with sorrow and regret when he spoke, getting slightly less deep and more shaky*"
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\n\"Barbarians?\" She said, her tone sympathetic. \"I'm sorry to hear... I assume you have no land now then? What was your plan once you had made it away from the Witherlands?\" \n\nShe watched him carefully, she was pleased that he looked well- As well as someone in his position could look, anyway. It seemed that her house hold had done a good job treating him and cleaning him up. She had to figure this man out, and fairly quickly so she could determine what to do next. Did she allow him to stay for now? How far would she go to help this stranger? She did not expect payment back for her generosity, but she had to consider how far such generosities could stretch. She needed to work out what we was doing and why, then perhaps she would feel more at ease."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\n\"As shameful as I feel admitting it, I did not have a plan aside trying to find a way to restore my fallen house...\" He put his hand behind his neck and looked down, but this time it was not a sign of respect, it was just pure shame, he shifted around on the bed uncomfortably when he realised just how much of a problem he could be to the lady that helped him, after all he hadn't compensated her in any way.\n\n\"But I do have land, technically I still own some, but now in actuality it's empty or filled with barbarians, or even destroyed for all I know...\" The shame on his face could only intensify each second, each realisation that came to his mind, he was more than embarassed, almost sad."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nEyva knew the man did not want pity, but she felt it anyway, and thus she expressed it on her face as a saddened frown. She imagined how difficult it would be to share this with her- a stranger to him equally. And here they were, brought together in such strange and unfortunate circumstances. In part, she felt someone responsible for him, though she knew that was not the case. He had been given little to no option to flee from his post, and in any circumstance she knew that her house would have done the same. She did not know how many men he had or how much land he had lost, though little or large, he had lost it. \n\n\"You need not worry, sir. I do not wish to distress you at such a time, especially while you are recovering. It has been trying and difficult times for you. Something I can not relate to. We do what we have to do sometimes. Your options were limited so you came here. But what next? I'd think you'd need men to recover the land, which would mean taking it back from the barbarians that still could be there?\""
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nSir Siegfried was trying to collect himself, the memories of what happened were still painful and somewhat fresh to him, but he did manage to bring himself back together, looking at Eyva with a neutral expression to try and hide his grief, even he was not really aware of the amount he exactly lost, his old Lord used to keep him in the castle and never really taught him of what he would possess, concentrating more on training him from his youngest days, the decision to take the name and title, and the decision to retreat, were all extremely painful to him.\n\n\"I will need men indeed, but I will take care of that myself at some later point, once I am capable of leading, and if I manage to restore my House, I will do all that is in my power to thank yours, there is no way I can express how grateful I am for your help\" He was looking her straight in the eyes with pure determination."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nShe smiled warmly. \"Stop thanking me. I did what anyone would have done if they had seen the same as I. Besides, you're no trouble, really. If anything you allow my house to become better at medicines.\" It was an attempt to shed some light to this situation, despite it being difficult for him. She couldn't imagine what it was like, having nothing left. She was young herself, so would have no idea what to do should Barbarians breach the Sun gates. Then again, Terresol had their own problems- the plague.\n\n\"I won't occupy you for much longer- I imagine you want your rest. I just wanted to come see how you were. To come make sure my house hold were treating you well.\" She grinned, whilst glancing to a servant who was preparing the next lot of poultice. It seemed the jest was taken well, for they also started to smirk."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle guest chambers.\n\nShe had managed to make him smile back at her, a genuine smile \"Well I still have to reward you in some way for helping me, otherwise I would make an embarassement of my House, and I know a lot of people who would not have helped someone, in the village where i'm from, if they didn't know me they would've let me die, but anyway I shall stop thanking you since you asked me to do so\" He still smiled, and slowly leaned back in the bed, letting himself rest, he wasn't used to such hospitality, but he liked it a lot.\n\n\"Your house hold is treating me very well believe me, oh and before you go I must ask, is my armor fixable? I hold it in high regard, although it may not look like it\" He chuckled after that last part, he looked at her then at the servant, then back at her again, deciding to just relax and be patient until he could be able to continue his quest for the restoration of his House."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, guest chambers.\n\nShe was pleased to hear that he was comfortable and that he had been treated well. After all, that's what she had asked. She hadn't heard about his armour, it hadn't yet been viewed, only removed from him so he was easier to access. It had likely been left in one of the other rooms. \n\n\"I'm not sure but I can get a smith look at it for you if you'd like? If there's not one at the keep i can send word out for one. There are a few towns near by that may be able to help. Though, I'm not sure if many would travel here. The armour may have to go to them for a time. I don't want you to worry about it though, what's important is that you rest and you feel better. We can worry about your armour later.\"\n\nShe stood from her seat, gently pressing down the small creases in the front of her dress. She tilted her head looking to him with a small smile. \n\n\"Rest this evening. Tomorrow, if you are well enough come find me, I will likely be in the study. Do you have any questions, Sir Krieger?\""
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, guest chambers.\n\nThe knight layed back a bit more, closing his eyes and nodding slowly as he listened to her words, his face showing that he was quite calm now, his initial shame and worry completely gone, he wondered what to do, resting of course but, what else could he do, laying in a bed for such a long period of time would be quite boring, yet he still had the presence of mind to respond to her.\n\n\"Thank you, I would really like if someone could take a look at it and maybe even fix it, I still have some gold to pay if they demand to be paid.\"\n\nWhen she stood up and smiled at him he would smile back, his smile felt friendly yet there was something odd about it that could not really be desribed.\n\n\"I will make sure to do so m'lady, for now I am fairly certain I don't have any questions\""
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, guest chambers.\n\n\"You have my word then, I shall have someone look at it for you. While you are resting, my castle is your castle, sir. There are few places that are restricted here, though you'd know which rooms are- They are heavily guarded and I ask that you respect that. Remember, tomorrow, come to my study- but only if you are feeling well enough.\" Eyva smiled, moving towards the door of the room. \n\n\"Have a peaceful rest, Sir Siegfried, should you need anything in the meantime, as my servants. They shall see you have your needs.\" Eyva nodded her head to a servant present in the room, ensuring they understood what she had asked of them. They had nodded back to her. For a young girl of only around 16 she seemed to carry herself and her authority well. She certainly did not ask like the usual 16 year old lady-in-waiting you'd usually encounter; then again, Eyva was a ruling lady here. Whitton was now her house, a reputation she was responsible for upholding. Ready or not. \n\nOnce she knew that the servants understood, she would move out of the room to allow him time to rest."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, guest chambers.\n\n\"Once again, thank you, and worry not for those restricted places, I am a man of honor, and this is your castle, so those are your rules, sand I shall respect them, and yes, I will make sure to come to your study since I will most likely have recovered by then\" He would smile at her and the servant before moving to his side to rest for the rest of the day.\n\nThe day after, he would have recovered enough to go see her in her study, he would sit up, yawning loudly and stretching before looking around his room, after a few minutes to get used to being awake he would get up and get properly clothed before stepping out into the hallway to go forth and meet Lady Eyva in her study."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, Study\n\nEyva was sat in her study as she had promised. She was seated in a very large chair that clearly wasn't designed for her. It was her fathers, made from a blackened oak and hand carved. At the top was a small carving of a falcon, the Whitton sigil. In front of her was a large master desk that had piles of books on each side. In the middle was a small candle that Eyva was using to light the pages. The room itself was dark, the windows were blacked out by Deep blue velvet drapes that spilled from the ceiling onto the floor, and further in some cases. Some of them even had the white falcon hand sewn into them. The room had a fire, much like the room Siegfried had been staying in. Made from stones that had been strategically pieced together to form an arch in the middle. Embers gently burnt and crackled beneath the large logs that had only recently been placed on there. \n\nEyva looked up from the parchment in front of her when Siegfried had arrived. She offered him a warm, welcoming smile. \"Sir Krieger. How are you feeling today? Please, some sit, do you need a drink?\" She asked, ushering a hand to the chair that was in front of the desk. It was a lot smaller than the master chair that Eyva frequented. Though it was well padded with duck feathers and lined with the same blue velvet that the drapes were made from."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\nSir Siegfried entered the room in a fairly shy stance, looking at the drapes in fascination, he really liked the style of everything, it pleased his eyes, it changed a lot from the usual aggressive crimson he saw in House Krieger, things here were more, beautiful, there were no other words he could find to describe them, he was suddenly pulled out of his daydreaming when Eyva talked to him, his eyes suddenly switching to her, he responded to her smile with a smile of his own, always having that little odd something to it that could not described.\n\n\"I am feeling well m'lady\" He said while nodding a bit, advancing when she asked him to come sit \"Yes I would like something to drink, thank you very much\" He would pull the chair back slightly and sit down in a surprisingly shy and neutral stature for a man of his build and size, he would put his hands on his thighs and look at her with that strange smile of his."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\n\"That's good to hear.\" She smiled, waving a hand to a servant to grab them some drinks. The servant left the room, gently closing the door behind them. Eyva watched them as they left, before moving her eyes back to the man before her. \"I trust that you are feeling better now? The person treating you had reported to me that you'd make a full recovery, which is good news. A few more days of rest and you'll be as good as you were before you came here.\" She gently twisted a quill between her forefinger and thumb, as if she was in thought.\n\n\"I've asked the local smith to look at your armour. I will know in a few days if it is repairable, and at what price it can be repaired.\" She glanced to her parchment in front to the when she mentioned price. She didn't want to seem pushy or expecting. She knew she did not want to take gold from this man, however at some point, she'd be unable to keep him here. Her house came first, after all."
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\nHe would look at her when she saved at the servant and then as the servant as they left, when the door closed, he would then turn his head back to her when she spoke, listening closely to what she said and making sure she had finished her sentence before responding* \"It is good to learn I will recover soon, and I wish there was a way I could show my gratitude to you and all the people who took care of me, I am indeed feeling better now\" He looked at her movements curiously with his head tilted.\n\nHe would listen to her again when she spoke of his armor, this time seemingly even more attentive to her words, and when she was done speaking he would respond again \"As I said you need not worry for payment, I am certain I still have enough money to pay for the repairs of my armor, you must understand it is critical to me that it is fixed, and even more critical that the person who worked on it would be payed\" He didn't seem to feel bad about discussing price, in his eyes, gold was not much."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\n\"How good are you with a sword, sir? If you have some notable skill perhaps all is not lost. I can offer you my castle as protection. In return you are to give me protection, you can become a sworn sword. Think of it as payment for staying, if you like. Of course, if you wish to leave in a few days when you are well enough, I will not stop you, nor ask for anything in payment. My offer is for the long term, as a sworn sword.\" She would say. It was clear she had thought about this properly, perhaps she had intentions of assigning another knight but had felt empathy with this man instead.\n\n\"We need not discuss payment for the armour until we know if it's going to cost anything. All in good time.\" She smiled, watching him carefully. Soon after, a servant would move into the room with two steaming clay cups. When they were placed down on the desk, the servant bowed and left just as quick as they entered. Eyva picked up the clay mug and inhaled the steam from it. It was a honey and lavender tea, musky and sweet. \n\n\"If you don't like it, I can get you something else.\" Eyva said, taking a small sip and smiling, it was one of her favourites."
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