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204 | 2020-03-15 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\nAs soon as she mentionned skill with a sword his face lit up, seemingly it was a subject he was knowledgeable about, he would speak on a somewhat cheerful tone \"I was the third best swordsman in my House m'lady, although I am way better with a mace than a sword, I would love to put my skills to good use, especially for the person that decided to help me instead of leaving me in the mud, although I must tell you in advance that I will still look for a way to restore my House while I do so, and I assure you I will not fail you\" He sounded determined, but he still had this odd expression of join on his face.\n\n\"I understand perfectly for the armour. All in good time indeed.\" He smiled back at her, tilting his head very slightly when he noticed that she was watching him like this. The arrival of the servant caused him to stop looking at her and turn his head towards them instead until they left, he then looked at the cup and did the same as Lady Eyva, before taking the cup and sipping from it, he was not really used to such beverages, but he liked it, usually all he got to drink was some water or a bit of ale with his troopers.\n\nHe would keep sipping from it until she talked to him again \"I quite like it, what is this beverage? I never tasted such a thing before\" Said Sir Siegfried before going back to sipping from his cup, always taking his time to taste before swallowing."
},
{
"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\n\"I understand that. Your house will come first, though those efforts will be by yourself. My men will unlikely follow so much for.. No offense a lone man from the Witherlands. Though you must also parallel my houses interests. You will not put my house in any risk or danger while you serve here, or anywhere we go. I have to say this out of trust, sir. Although I have been hospitable to you, I still barely know you.\" She would say, looking down into the murky purple water they were drinking. \n\n\"Lavender and honey. My servant, Alia says that it's the best to soothe worries and throats. It's surprising because it actually works, a special medicine, if you like. Sometimes they give me some before I sleep, seems to work. I prefer that then taking the poppy, that sends me into a longer sleep.\" She added, taking another sip from the steaming tea."
},
{
"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\n\"I swear on my life that I will always do my best to benefit both of our Houses, even it it means slowing down the process of restoring mine, I would never do anything against your interests after the help you have given me, and of course I am not expecting your men to follow me, as a wise man once told me, a man always has to choose who he follows or who he leads, and when it comes to knowing me, I could respond to anything you may ask about me\" He would respond after a sip.\n\nThe knight would nod while sipping his tea, after she was done speaking he would pull away from his drink to speak once more \"Well I like it, it's completely different from anything i've ever tasted before\" He returned to his drink after that statement."
},
{
"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton castle, study.\n\n\"Very good. I'm glad we have an understanding, sir.\" She smiled, nodding her head. Gently, she placed the cup on the desk in front of her and leant back. She rested her hands on each arm of the chair.\n\n\"I'll tell you a little about my house and myself, so you know who you're working for. I'm lady Eyva Whitton, I've only recently taken hold of house Whitton. My father passed away 2 years ago and since my uncle has helped me to run this house. Last month was my birthday, and he took a step back. So now I primarily rule this house.\"\n\n\"My house is known as the gate keepers. The castle we have is situated on the ruined Vanovian walls, we dare not fully restore them, the Ash war has caused upset and we want nothing more than to upset others more.. It's my responsibility to keep that gate safe. They must have let you pass because you weren't hostile.\"\n\n\"I do have a planned trip. I wish to meet with the King of Terresol, pledge my name to his in my fathers passing. Perhaps it shall be our first trip we make?\""
},
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Campbell and Odette\nA road leading out of Gorgonys\n\nOdette looked to Campbell, patting her upper chest, the same place where Amicia's chain of lockets sat. The seemed girl was simply interested in dead bodies. \n\nThe man seemed thrown off by Amicia's question. \"Why bury you...?\" Campbell muttered, quizzically. \"I suppose you have a point. Its quite rare to bury a body before they've passed. But this one...\" He gestured to the boy, \"This one needs taking care of. We'll pay you good money to get rid of this body. How do you feel about that, girl?\" \n\nOdette reached around the side of the wagon, lifting up a burlap sack with a small shovel attached. Inside it was a few candles, locks, and some hempen rope. She smiled, gangling the pack in the air."
},
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, study.\n\nSir Siegfried would quickly finish drinking his tea before responding to her, he for some reason did not put his cup down, and simply looked at her as she spoke.\n\nHe would remain silent throughout all of her sentences until she finished the last \"Thank you for telling me so much about your House and yourself, I will make sure to memorise everything you have told me, as for that meeting I would be glad to accompany you\""
},
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia\nA road leading out of Gorgonys \n\nThe two were an odd pair, that's for sure and certain. They drove with a dead body in their cart, one did not speak and the other seemed to read the woman's actions as if they were words on paper.\n\nAmicia found this curious and had gotten so lost in thought that she forgot to pay attention until the man gestured to the body.\n\n\"Will need help.\" She told him, now climbing atop the cart to inspect the body. She poked the arrows jutting from his neck (and then searched his neck for a locket, upon not founding one, she frowned).\n\n\"I'm not strong. He is heavy.\" She explained as she hopped down from the cart, surely reminding the couple that she was very tiny. Carefully though, she took the shovel from the woman."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton castle, study.\n\n\"Great, but first we must travel to Vallen in Taemar, we have been summoned there. I imagine it's to discuss the illness, but it seems important. We will leave at Dawn, so I hope you are feeling better. As for your armour, if it is not ready by then, I will have my men sort you with some of our own.\" She smiled, resting the quill she was twisting onto the parchment in front of her. \n\n\"I'll need to take a small number of men with us to ensure we're safe. A hundred or so maybe so we're not a burden when we get there. I'll need to leave message to my uncle so all can be well here too.\" She would say, as an open monologue really. She didn't expect him to reply to her, but to acknowledge it as if he was going to be her sworn sword, he'd need such knowledge."
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192.75 | 2020-03-16 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Study.\n\n\"Of course, then we shall do so, I will make sure to be as presentable as possible since I not only represent my House, but yours too through being a sworn sword, and worry not for my health, I am indeed feeling much better\" He smiled back at her, unmoving on his chair like some kind of statue.\n\nHe did not reply to her monologue, instead just nodding in approval to her decision to bring some soldiers, after all you can never be too safe, he thought."
},
{
"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton castle, study.\n\n\"Very good. Have a good evening, Sir Krieger.\" She offered him a small smile, inclining her head to dismiss him politely. When she said this, she picked up her quill once more and started to write on the parchment once more.\n\nShe would finish this message before she concluded her plans for when she was away. Tax still needed to be collected from the minor houses by the Sun gate, and she had to ensure that the wall was protected whilst she was absent. She'd have one of her best, Ser Torrion of Sunguard serve as regent here. He had some history in military and in controlling the men she had here. If any trouble arose while she was absent, she knew she could trust him to deal with it. With the boarder tension between Terresol and Northwind it was only wise to keep defences up. She knew that the gathering they had been summoned to was one that everyone would know about- It was one of the best time for minor criminals and scheming lords to attack and siege if they were going to. At a prime position that she was in, she could not be so certain that the keep would maintain itself in her absence without proper regency and precautions taken."
},
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, study.\n\nHe gave a small nod in return before getting up, opening and closing the door very gently before walking through the halls of the castle back to his room, laying down in his bed and staring at the ceiling, letting out a little sigh."
},
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, Courtyard.\n\nThe horses had been readied by the stable boys. Freshly groomed, they were harnessed up to the carriage that would take Eyva and a select few of her men. In the passageway of the keep, many other carriages waited held her household servants, guards and ladies. She chose not to leave with too large a number, but enough to ensure her travel was as smooth as possible. There was still a large levy waiting within the castle and there were some stationed as usual at the Sun gates. She had asked Ser Torrion to sort some temporary outposts along the Vanovian wall to stop any unwanted visitors from Northwind entering Terresol. Each camp would consist of a few knights and a few footmen, enough to alert the next camp along if an issue arose. \n\nA few days had passed since Sir Krieger had come to the keep. His stay here would have been pleasant. He was waited on by Eyva's servants, fed, bathed and healed. His horse had been also treated at the stables. It had been washed and fed, any injuries is sustained were now healed or at least bandaged up. It was well enough to ride though. Eyva had summoned Sir Krieger to the courtyard, where his armour was waiting for him. It had been repaired by a blacksmith from a village near by, for a small price. It was waiting for him on a wooden armour stand beside his horse, where a servant waited for him to help him into it."
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420.666667 | 2020-03-17 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Courtyard.\n\nSir Siegfried walked confidently towards his armor, it was made of some kind of dark steel, he had made sure to pay for it's repairs, and now that he was healed he looked much more threatening, standing at his full height, he seemed to be about a head taller than most of the other men around him, he put most of his armor on himself, only needing very little help from the servant to put on the more complicated parts, indicating that he had to have done this alone quite a few times before, he put on his helm, whose visor was shaped in the form of a skull with little fangs on the side.\n\n He also put on his crimson cape, floating in the wind, it beared on it's back the sigil of House Krieger, the edges of his cape were quite embellished with some threads in the color of gold, now that it was cleaned it was much easier to see, Sir Siegfried would get on his horse and always make sure to stay as close as possible to Lady Eyva's carrriage, close enough to even converse if she so desired."
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"author": "ameliah.",
"message": "Lady Eyva Whitton\nWhitton Castle, Courtyard.\n\nEyva had given Sir Krieger some time to get ready. Whilst he was doing so, she was talking to a few of her footmen. Final preparations for her absence. This was the first time she was leaving for a while, she felt nervous, excited. For the first time, she properly felt the responsibility of holding her house. Being such a young age, it would have felt like a burden to many, though Eyva took this in her pride and felt strong. This was what her life had been about; Safe keeping the wall, safe keeping the keep and those within its walls. She had hoped that someday she could expand, having hold of small villages and towns that would settle near her family's castle. It would be good for Terresol, more tax, more houses and more jobs to suit the common people. Her aspirations would need to be discussed; she'd need relevant permission. Her military was already large, it had to be to suit the wall. \n\nEyva was dressed in travel wear. She wore the same sky blue she wore when she had found Sir Krieger on the floor. The hem of her dress had small falcons stitched into its fabric. The thread was the same colour so it looked embossed in the fabric, it was very subtle. She wore a thick cloak made up of a marbled grey-brown fur that clasped up with a metal falcon broach at her front. The falcon broach had a small blue crystal for its eye. She wore boiled leather gloves that extended up her arms- much like falconry gloves though tighter around her hands.\n\nWhen Sir Krieger was suited and, on his horse, Eyva approached him, looking up to him as he sat much higher on her, and even more so now he was mounted. He looked much different now he was kitted out. She couldn't help but smile, she was pleased for him. The broken man that came to her castle gates was no more. Instead stood a strong knight whom would someday get his lands back- she hoped. For the time being he would act as her sworn sword. He still had to prove himself to her. She had given him so much, yet he had given nothing in return- she did not expect an instant payback from him. Though she did expect him to perform well in his role. Perhaps this trip was a good indicator, she wasn't sure if she was going to encounter trouble on the road. There were plenty of tribes that roamed here and there, typically more Northern, but who knew who had slipped through the gaps of the ruined wall. The meeting seemed important, perhaps trouble would arise there- who knew?\n\nEyva's house was known for its skill in falconry. The northern wing of the castle was dedicated to training birds, ravens, pigeons and falcons. There was always the need for such birds, and it was one source of income for the castle. It's where their house sigil came from too- her great ancestors were known falcon trainers, and originally it was where they got much of their gold. They were a semi wealthy house. Not rich, like the royals, but wealthy much like the Southern lords. With them, they were bringing a selection of well-trained messenger birds. Homing birds were useful to keep should contact need to be made with her castle. She also believed they would be good as gifts, a token if you like.\n\n\"You look good, Sir. I pray you are ready for this journey? We have a few stops mapped out on the way there. We plan to stop there for a few hours, though we won't stop for too long at a time. We don't want to draw unwanted attention to ourselves. It's really for the horses. The stable boys say that your horse was exhausted. It is well rested now, but they aren't sure what a long journey will do for him. Let's hope you can keep up. The breaks we have planned should help.\""
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"author": "kingcolyx",
"message": "Sir Siegfried Krieger\nWhitton Castle, Courtyard.\n\nSir Siegfried looked down at the Lady from atop his steed, bowing slightly, he was eager to prove himself to the Lady that had helped him, he wanted nothing more than to pay back his debt towards her, but as she had instructed him to, he would not mention it or his gratitude, he raised his visor so she could see his face, his horse seemed extremely calm no matter the situation it was in, once again he made sure she was done speaking before raising back up from his bow and responding to her sentence.\n\n\"Thank you Lady Eyva, I am more than ready, you can be sure about that, as for my horse, it has seen worst days, as unlikely as it may seem, it is a brave animal, and with the breaks and pauses we are taking it will remain in good shape for sure.\""
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142.75 | 2020-05-19 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia\nA road leading out of Gorgonys \n\nConsidering Amicia knew she looked a lot younger than she was, she wasn't sure whether or not to take his explanation to heart.\n\nWith the body on the ground, she pulled it a little bit more away from the cart and silently prayed that the ground would be soft.\n\n\"Dead rarely carry disease and this one was killed with that.\" She told the man, poking the arrow fletching in case he hadn't noticed. She shrugged at his question,\"Just left home.\""
},
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Odette and Campbell\nThe road to Vallen\n\nThree times Campbell started up the horses and went a foot down the road. Three times Odette nudged his arm, getting him to stop and reconsider the girl's predicament. \n\nThe man sighed, pulling the brim of his hat over his bald and and stood from his spot in the carriage. \"Girl, we're going to Vallen. They've called a Council of Marin. The countryside is really not safe for you. If you're a vagabond, a _Melsi_, come with us. We'll get you work. Take you to Vallen, at least.\""
},
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Amicia\nThe road to Vallen.\n\nAs the carriage rode off three times, Amicia busied herself with the body. She snapped the arrow in half as she couldn't pull it back out before hearing the man call back to her.\n\nShe looked back over to him with a tilted head. Did he want her to bury the body or not? She supposed that the gods would not strike her down if she left it. The wolves were surely hungry as of late, after all. \n\nSo she put a finger up for a moment and dragged the body behind the tree where she had left her things, figuring that the shade of the tree would slow down composition a little more and that he would last a little better until nightfall and hopefully not scare too many passers by.\n\nShe took her bag from the ground and climbed into the back of the cart,\"Not a Melsi.\" She mumbled, twisting the chain that held her pockets around her finger idly."
},
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Campbell and Odette\nThe road to Vallen\n\nCampbell rolled his eyes when he felt the carriage shake, and Odette gave him a half hug. He shrugged her off when he readied the reigns, setting the three off down the road.\n\nOdette stared back at the little girl and smiled, removing a small piece of bread from her pack. She tossed it behind her, onto a dry patch of wood. For plague time, the ride was quite nice. The three would sit in silence, save for the chirping of insects, the wheels on the cobbles, and the song that idly came from Campbell as he steered."
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284.3125 | 2020-05-27 | GuildTextChat | [
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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. He soon slumped down against a tree, his head leaning against the bark as he finally felt his eyes closed, fainting."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nA horse drawn carriage was heard traveling down the forest path nearing the location of the slumbering elven man. The sound of hooves thumping against the ground was distinctly heard along with the sound of the cargo shaking lightly within the wooden carriage. The pair of horses were breathing hard thanks to their efforts during this long journey. Luckily for them the coachman who guided them through the forest pulled the ropes gently, coaxing the creatures to slow to a stop in order to catch their breaths. A man in a beige winter coat dropped off the carriage, carrying a few apples to reward the steeds. He had black pants and leather boots fashioned for cold winters. It was clear he wasn't from around here. Despite the warm clothing, the heat of the tropical climate didn't seem to bother him at all.\n\n\"Here you go guys. Thank you for working so hard.\" Lei spoke to the horses and gently petted their foreheads while they enjoyed the apples he handed them.\nWhile he was aiding his horses he noticed what looked like a man resting by the trees. Lei paused and stared towards his general direction for a moment and even rubbed his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was real. \n\"Oh my gosh...\" \nHe quickly ran towards the man to see if he was alright, kneeling down beside him and resting his hand on his shoulder. \n\"Hey, Sir. Are you ok? Can you hear me?\" \nHe gave the elve's shoulder a little shake to see if he would wake up. He saw the chains on the mans neck and wrists and already had a few ideas of what had happened. The inventor looked around cautiously to make sure there weren't any guards around. The last thing he wanted was to get jumped by them and fall into deeper trouble. He wasn't sure if there were any laws against helping slaves in this part of the region."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nForest of Terresol\n\n\nFeeling a hand suddenly shaking his shoulder, his eyes snapped open almost instantly, terror and fear shown in his eyes almost as naturally like it was a part of him. Staring at the man like a deer caught in headlights for a moment.\n\nThe elf seemed to have been scared silly but it didn't seem to be the case when he suddenly unsheathe the dagger that he had and pointed it at the man, holding the hilt in such an amateur way that it was obvious it was his first time holding a weapon up towards another living being.\n\nIn the back of Naesala's mind, he was in fact sneering, his acting was getting more and more natural to the point it was almost flawless. An art he had perfected over the years. His pointed ears twitched and tremble, his fear perfectly and earnestly expressed in his misted up eyes. The hands holding the blade were trembling but he still kept it up as if it was his only lifeline.\n\nThe chains jingled when he moved and the shackles only bumped more against his skin, his knees brought up to his chest, making seem more and more like a fearful elf."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei was busy looking around for any guards when the elf had opened his eyes. Naturally, when he turned back to see this man's eyes wide open along with a knife at his throat Lei jumped back in panic. \n\n\"OH SHI-\" \n\n**T H U D!** \n\nThe startled inventor had smacked his head on the back of his wooden carriage, leaving him in a crumpled groaning mess on the forest floor. \n Lei was closing his eyes as he held his head with both his hands, trying to desperately rub the throbbing pain away. He eventually looked up at the elf and sat up while pushing himself against the wheel of his carriage. \n\"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to do anything bad, i promise i just wanted to see if you were okay!\" \nLeis words came out rushed and panicked. He was terrified that the elf might try to stab him."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf instinctively flinched when he suddenly heard the shout of panic, causing him to drop the dagger in fear. His eyes widened even more when he saw the human hit his head against the back of his wooden carriage.\n\nGuilt was seen in his eyes and he seemed to have stop trembling, though there was an occasional tremor. Whether or not he had heard what the man said, he showed no signs of actually hearing it.\n\nMeekly, he crawled over to the man and approach to where his head was, staring at the spot where he had presumably knock his head. Raising both hands and softly clapping them together, he slowly mutter out a spell.\n\n\"Testor numen naturae... Testor numen naturae... Tuum digne valeam nuntiare...\"\n\nHe softly chanted the spell he learnt, feeling a flow of energy gathering at his palms as he prayed. A barely visible green glow was seen on his palms as he opened his eyes, revealing a green hue over his brown eyes as he then separated his palms and brought it over the injured area.\n\n\"Naturae, cura.\"\n\nWith the last part of the spell said, the energy that seemed to have gather at his palms slowly moved over, transferring themselves to the injury, healing the bruise. Once he was done, he shakily pulled his hands back and rested them on his lap, kneeling beside the human with his head hung low."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nOnce Lei saw the man drop the weapon he felt some relief come over him. His shoulders relaxed slightly and the small flames that were lingering on his back due to his panic began to shrink into small embers that faded into the air. Once the stranger started moving closer to him Lei seemed to shrink a little smaller, unsure of what this man was trying to do. The pyromancer had seen the expression of remorse in his eyes and felt that the elf wouldn't try to hurt him after that accident. \n\n\"Um... What are you doing?\" \nHe asked meekly while he watched the elf begin chanting some words he believed resembled a spell of some sort. He was worried that this spell might hurt him and was tempted to run away but he kept still, trying to have some faith that nothing wrong would happen. Once he saw the green glaze of color over the elf's eyes Lei squinted and braced himself for what was to come. The young man gritted his teeth as soon as he felt the energy fall onto him. Soon he found himself both amazed and confused when the sensations of pain faded. \n\n\"Magic? Thats... Rare.\" \nLei rubbed the top of his head curiously and sat in a more comfortable position as he tried to feel for any pain that might be left behind. He didn't think he felt any strange side effects of any sort so he was grateful. He looked over at the elf and smiled at him. \n\"Thank you.\" \nHe held his hand out towards him to try offering to shake his hand. \n\"Sorry again for scaring you.\" Lei looked back at his carriage then looked back at him.\n\"You must be hungry right? I have some bread.\" \nHe got up on his feet and opened the carriage door to pulled out a loaf of sweet bread and a canister of water from his belt. He offered these to the stranger hoping he would accept these offerings."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf flinched even more when he noticed the smile directed towards him, his body trembling greatly as he daren't move from his position. With the hand offered to him, he made no move to return it, instead he only fisted his hands.\n\nHis eyes suddenly seemed to have focused solely on the food when the man had gotten up and brought them out, licking his lips as he stared at them. As he looked up at the man and back to the bread, he repeated this actions a few times as if he was looking to see if there's a hoax behind it.\n\nOnce he was sure there was none, he slowly inched a hand out, his fingers slowly reaching forward, whip marks can be seen on the back of his hands and along his arms. Once he had grabbed the bread, he snatch it back. \n\nThe elf than scrambled backwards, proceeding to gobbling up the food without wasting a second, his body curled up protectively over his food as he ate."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei noticed how strange he was reacting and was saddened to see that he's been through so much pain and hardship. He hoped that he would be able to help him and considered giving him a place to stay back at his workshop. He grabbed another loaf of bread from the basket in the carriage before taking a seat on the retractable steps of his vehicle. He ate some of his bread while watching the man eating as if he were an animal. Seeing the scars on the man's skin caused Lei ti frown and sigh softly. It was upsetting to see a man as elegant as him so badly scared. \n\n\"So, um.. What's your name?\" \n\nLei wasn't sure if this man even spoke his language but it was worth a shot. \n\n\"If i bring you to my shop i think i can get those chains off of you. Thing is, it's pretty cold where I live, we're going to need to buy you some better clothes for the weather there.\" \n\nLei looked towards the grass as he took another bite of bread. He looked like he was thinking about what to do next. He wasn't sure if returning to the last town would be wise since it was probably where the elf ran away from. Or was it?"
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nIt didn't take the elf long to finish the bread but he didn't seem to be eager for more despite how hungry he had looked earlier. Turning back to the human, he tilted his head at the question, as if he was asked a bizarre and complex question.\n\n\"....Naesala... Iarzana.\"\n\nHe slowly answered, as if he was unsure if that was the name the man was looking for. Was this man his master now? The elf seem confused at the man's statement in bringing him back, his mind processing it in another way. Clothes? He would be given more cloths?\n\nNaesala was dressed in a simple tunic that reached his thighs, other than that, there wasn't any other sort of clothing or even shoes on him. The elf slowly reached out for his discarded dagger and slip it back into its sheath. Concluding whatever he could from the man's word, he tilted his head once more, blinking his eyes at him.\n\n\"Human... Is Naesala's master...?\"\n\nAs long as he was with someone, it wouldn't have seemed strange since many would think he was already owned by the person he's with."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei looked at him when he answered with what he assumed was his name, making the pyromancer smile hopefully. If he was giving him a name then this meant he probably understood him. His thoughts were soon answered when he spoke to him again but what he said made the inventor's heart ache. He laughed softly before slowly shaking his head. \n\n\"No, i'm not. From now on You are your own master. You can do what ever you want.\" \n\nLei looked towards the forest then back over his shoulder to see the tools he had in his carriage. Maybe he had something he could use to pick the locks of the restraints open. \n\n\"Hmm... Wait a minute. Maybe i can get those things off you after all.\" \n\nHe looked back at the elf briefly and Naesala could see the determination in the pyromancer's eyes. \n\n\"Hold on.\" \n\nHe ate the last of his bread and jumped into the carriage to shuffle through his tool box. He soon found some copper wire and snapped a few inches of it off from its bundle using the concentrated heat from his fingertips. He stepped out of his carriage and smiled, showing his new friend the wire. \n\n\"I can try to use this to unlock them for you. Is that ok?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf's eyebrows furrowed together at what the human had said and seeing the shake of the head was a sign of rejection to his ownership over him, his pointed ears drooped down at that and his eyes widened in despair.\n\n\"Human be Master! No master Naesala cannot live! Elves are always slave! That's what big man said!\"\n\nHe seemed to be utterly terrified at the thought of not having a master to serve that he reached a hand out and immediately held onto the human's pants, not ready to let go as he shake it a few times an a begging attempt.\n\n\"Naesala doesn't want to go back to the cage!\"\n\nBy now with how childish some of his words and the way he refers himself in a third person was evident that the elf have somehow had an accident that damage his mentality, causing him to regress into a fool with a mentality of a child.\n\nSeeing the wire, he only grew more fearful at the thought of he was free out there, he would only get capture again which was why he didn't seem keen to let go of the fact that the human were to be his next master."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol \n\nThe pyromancer gasped when he witnessed the elf grab onto him so desperately. He had no idea how to react. All this happened so quickly and it was beginning to make the pyromancer nervous, causing a few gold flames to ignite along his back. \n\n\"But -but being free is so much better, elves aren't all slaves!\" \n\nLei responded in a slightly raised panicked tone, holding the wire up so he wouldn't accidentally hurt the other man. \n\n\"Ok! You wont go back in a cage! Not if i can help it. You're free now. As long as you aren't chained up you can run from the people who hurt you.\" \n\nLei could see the sudden change in demeanor and state of mind this man went through, he wasn't sure if he was just this desperate or if there was something wrong with him. It made him wonder what the people who captured him did to him. \n\n\"And those things on your wrists are hurting you, your wounds might get infected if i don't get those things off. Er- i mean... You will get sick if i dont take the cuffs off.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHaving a master was better than being free as it meant he had a pillar to rely on. Being often discriminate and look down upon his race, Naesala naturally grew a fear and the knowledge that elves were somehow inferior despite them being elegant creatures.\n\nExactly, creatures.\n\nAnd run? Naesala was expected to keep running away for the rest of his life before he dies by natural causes or even speared down? That seem more of a worse outcome didn't it?\n\nThe elf seem to be more aware of the danger he would be in if he dared to walk as a free individual so he only shook his head frantically, a few years flowing down his face as he once again shook the man's pants, whining and whimpering as his frail body trembled.\n\n\"Hands doesn't hurt as much as Naesala not having a master...\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nThe smell of something burning soon alerted lei and he gasped looking over his shoulder to see his jacket was on fire. \n\n\"Crap!\" He quickly dropped down and rested flat on his back, a quiet sizzling noise could be heard coming from under him. He rested his hands over his stomach and stared up at the sly awkwardly, acting like nothing strange was going on. He looked over at Naesala with a bit of an unsure expression. \n\n\"Um... If that's how it's going to be then fine... I guess i'll be your... Master. \" Lei cringed slightly after saying those words, feeling terrible for even suggesting something like this. He believed that everyone should be treated with love and care but could he really do that to someone who he keeps as slave? Lei wanted more time to think about it but they didn't have time. The people looking for the elf might come around sooner or later. The problem now was how to legally do this. He didn't want to be locked away in prison for being caught helping a slave. Lei sat up and sighed heavily, dusting the snow off his body. He looked back at Naesala and tilted his head. \"Don't you want me to try to get those cuffs off you? They look like they hurt...\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHe at first blinked at the smell of something burning and was watching the man before him. Tilting his head idly to the side like a curious cat when the human suddenly dropped down and rested flat on his back. He giggled softly as he seemed to have found the sudden action to be funny.\n\nHis eyes widened in what can be seen as joy at the agreement of the human to be his master and he gave the man the widest grin he ever could make but his happiness was chased away like the sunlight that shone upon the horizon when suddenly there were footsteps heard and the few men that were in charge of the warehouse earlier showed up.\n\nApparently some slaves managed to be caught while some had gotten away. They were planning to use this accident as an excuse to get rid of those invaluable ones.\n\nNaesala no doubt recognised one of them that his ears drooped down in horrified terror, immediately standing up and was ready to make a run for it when one of them saw him.\n\nThe minute the man's eyes noticed the pointed ears, shackles and attire, he wasted no time to rush forward, cracking his whip towards the elf as it wrapped around his ankle. The man then yanked it forward, causing Naesala to fall and be dragged towards the group.\n\nWhether or not they had seen the pyromancer, they disregarded him. The leader now gripping the elf's face with force and making it turn to look up at him. As he got a good look of the features of the trembling elf, he seem to have nodded.\n\n\"This is the foolish elf, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Ay, proficient with healing magic too.\"\n\n\"But a fool. We can't get much from him neither does it seem ideal to kill off such a precious thing...\"\n\n\"Maybe a brothel? Aren't some looking for beautiful creatures like them? I'm sure we can profit if we sold it to one...\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\n\nForest, Terresol\n\n\nHe looked up at the elf and couldn't help but smile when he saw the young man laugh. \n\n\"Maybe this can work, i could teach you how to help me at the workshop.\" Lei looked back up to catch a glimpse of a few men. The pyromancer's eyes widened in fear and he sprung to his feet just as he heard the crack of the whip. \n\nNow standing and watching what was going on, lei struggled against his instincts to tackle this man off the elf and run off with him. He was horrified with the harsh treatment the elf was faced with and tried to think of the best way to get him out of this situation. As soon as they mentioned selling the elf lei spoke up. \n\n\"I'll buy him from you.\" He said in the calmest way he possibly could. He was careful to avoid sounding desperate to avoid having them raise the prices up. \n\n\"How much are you selling the elf for?\" Lei managed to sound firm and more professional this time."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThat was when the men suddenly seemed to have noticed his presence, causing a few heads to look up at him. However the one who was still harshly gripping the elf's face made no move of letting go and the pressure only increased the more the elf struggled, earning a louder whimper of pain from him.\n\n\"You wish to buy this creature, lad?\"\n\nThe gruff man seemed quizzical at the statement and eyed the man.\n\n\"You sure you have enough to even afford this creature?\"\n\nHe, Gilbert, asked again as he waved a knife at the elf's face, as if taunting and mocking it.\n\n\"It really does depends what you want it for. For a fool to use in labour I may charge you quite cheap but...\"\n\nHe let go of the elf's face before gripping the front of the tunic and yanking him up, the chains jangling against each other.\n\n\"If you're talking about making use of its body, it would be rather expensive.\"\n\nThe men chuckled at what the leader said, Gilbert cackling as he traced the tip of his blade down the side of Naesala's face, a glimmer of greed seen in his dull grey eyes.\n\n\"He became such a fool, he probably make it easy for those who might wish to bed him.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\n\"I intend to use him to carry the heavy loads. It would be useful having someone who can do the heavy lifting for me. He is sturdy enough to do the work.\" \n\nLei did his best to avoid looking at the elf as they roughly handled the poor lad. He could feel his anger rising in his chest and it took all the strength he had not to summon any of his flames. He pulled a pouch of gold coins from his belt and pulled it open, revealing the shimmering coins within. It should have been enough but if this wasn't the case the inventor had more goods in his carriage to spare, consisting of metal, food, supplies and other useful items of trade which he intended to use in his craft but trading it all for a single life was much more important than his work."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nGilbert seemed rather disappointed at the answer but the greed shone even brighter when he saw the pouch of gold coins. He didn't think the shabby looking lad was actually quite rich.\n\nGiving the elf's face a long disgusting lick, he shoved the creature away from him, making the elf falling against the ground.\n\n\"He's just a fool, I've been wanting to get rid of him but since you show so much interest...100 gold coins for the fool.\"\n\nIt was practically a scam, Naesala clearly remembered that the man had lowered his price to a measly price of 10 copper coins, wanting to rid off him seeing how much loss he had brought upon their business when he was often returned back to the slaver.\n\nHe hid his scowl behind his terrified expression as he scrambled over to the human and crouched down behind him, holding his pants as he attempted to hide himself away from the group, shivering in fright.\n\nGilbert then fished out a paper, indicating the proof of his purchase of the slave as well as the ownership over it. Waving it tauntingly at the man, he made a gesture for the man to pay up.\n\n\"I have big business to run, kid. Are you having the elf or not?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol \n\n\n\nThe craftsman was disgusted by the man's crude gesture. A group of flames briefly ignited behind the pyromancers back, away from the view of the lowlives who treated Naesala so horribly. \n\nOnce he heard the price he named Lei gripped the pouch of coins a little tighter. That was basically everything he had. He was sure this was a scam. The pyromancer felt that trying to compromise for a lower price might get him into more trouble so he sealed the pouch of gold and held it out towards the man, acting as if he were clueless about how slaves were really priced. \n\n\n\"It's a deal.\" \n\n\nAs soon as the man reached for the bag he would pull it back slightly and extend his other hand for the certificate first.\n\n\n \"Shouldn't I sign this before I pay?\" \n\n\nHe made this gesture seem innocent and clueless. Lei was quite the actor so this performance was almost flawless. His young and naive features surely added to playing the part."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe man gritted his teeth but decided that the other was merely someone who didn't know the rules well so he handed over the certificate but his friends had their weapons out, clearly expecting a fair trade.\n\n\"Of course, I could care less about the fool.\"\n\nHe said as he held his hand out for the bag of gold. Naesala dares not make a sound when he suddenly saw the flames that ignite on the man's back for a brief moment, causing him to freeze in fear as he fell back.\n\nNoticing he no longer had attention, the elf was quick to hide at the other side of the carriage, curling up into a ball and burying his head against his knees."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol \n\nOnce lei had the certificate he handed over the pouch of 100 gold coins. Once the trade was done Lei thanked the man and headed back to his carriage to check on Naesala who had scampered to hide behind it.\n\n He noticed that he had seen the fire on his back and was worried that he had grown afraid of him because of it. He sure hoped that he wouldn't tell anyone...\n\n\"You should be safe now.\" He whispered over to him and opened the door for him to enter the carriage. \n\"We should get going before they change their minds.\" He whispered again softly, hoping those slave traders would just leave.\n\n He knew traveling was going to be difficult since he no longer had money to purchase any food. He hoped that his supplies would last him and Naesala until he gets his hands on more money. He still had to drop off his supplies at his workshop back in Azarya, it was going to be a long journey. Hopefully he could help a few people make some repairs to their carriages or other pieces of machinery to earn some coins.\n\nWhile lei stayed standing outside he looked into his carriage he sneakily and peaked through the opposite window to see if those thugs have left yet."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nWithout anyone actually noticing, Naesala had managed to get his hands on Gilbert's own money pouch when he was manhandled earlier though he really doubt the man would realised the loss of it seeing how he now have a bag of gold.\n\nSeeing the exchange, he knew for sure now that the human was his master. Peering at the open door curiously, he stood where he was for a moment before he quickly went in, pressing himself up at a corner. The thugs themselves chatting away happily as they divided the money among them.\n\nAs the elf watched them from the window, he then turned to the human and lightly tugged at his sleeve, giving the man a wide grin before he hold up a grey money pouch that he had stole earlier.\n\nMost likely it contain a few gold coins and a handful amount of silver and copper coins, no doubt it should be enough for their expenses. The elf seemed proud of what he did as he pushed it into his master's hand.\n\n\"Naesala got it for master... Is it a good job?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\n\nLei had climbed into the carriage after Naesala, closing the door behind him and sighing softly in relief. Lei scratched his head as the thugs enjoyed the gold. He knew things were going to be difficult without money. He hung his head low for a moment as he tried to think. One he felt the tug on his clothing and he looked over at Naesala curiously. He saw his smile and then the grey pouch of coins. He frowned slightly when he realized what was going on. \"No, that's not good at all.\" He whispered in an unsettled tone, looking towards the thugs with a worried expression. He shuffled past the luggage and walked to the small sliding door that led to the horses. He sat down and picked up the ropes, making the horses move forward at a steady speed to avoid any suspicion. He was sure that giving the cash back to the thugs might just cause them to give the elf another beating.\n\n\nOnce they were far enough away, Lei looked over his shoulder to see Naesala in the carriage. \"You shouldn't steal. I know you mean well but stooping down to their level will only make things worse.\" Lei sighed and brushed his hand through his hair, hoping that the elf understood what he was getting at.\n\n\n\"Are you ok though? They hit you pretty hard back there...\" The craftsman listened carefully for a response, worried for the man's well being."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHearing the apprehension, the elf merely smiled even wider as he then rested his head against the carriage wall, his gaze narrowed for a moment before he hummed.\n\n\"Naesala knows, master. But there are times where it can't be helped. If master can't do it, Naesala will do it but only when it's needed.\"\n\nHis words almost sounded philosophical but his childish demeanour only got rid of any doubts that the human supposedly have.\n\n\"Mhm! Naesala is fine! Better than big man using that very hot metal on me!\"\n\nHe nodded to show that he was fine before he hung his head low and moved his hair aside to show the burnt scar at the back of his neck, though it was slightly blocked by the metal shackle.\n\n\"Big man say Naesala cannot use magic on Naesala.\"\n\nHe soon added jovially, as if whatever he had been through was just a painful little game to him. Indeed he never would have scars if he was allowed to heal them but no, it seemed to have brought more joy to those that own him."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei looked surprised as he heard those words coming from the elf. He even had to look over his shoulder to verify it was really him talking. He returned his eyes on the path ahead of them and stayed silent. He knew they needed the money but he felt it was wrong to spend that which has been stolen. \n\n\"Wait, what?!\" A few flames briefly ignited along his back again, revealing his anger towards those who hurt Naesala.\n\"They burned you?\" Lei looked over at the other male with worry in his eyes. Once he saw the scar he frowned and looked forward again. Some small flames lingered along his back, causing the Pyromancer to pull off the coat and set it aside. He didn't want to burn one of his favorite jackets to a crisp. He was left in a black cloth top which held leather padding along his arms, shoulders and back to compensate for the flames which continued to linger on his body. He didn't make any more efforts to try and hide his abilities from Naesala, knowing he had already seen the fire earlier. He had to trust that he wouldn't tell others of his power over fire.\n\n\"So you cant use your spells on yourself?\" Lei asked while keeping his eyes forward, coaxing the horses to make a turn and head towards the kingdom of Ibethiel."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf was almost touched at the amount of concern he was getting that the feeling almost felt so foreign to him. However he only grinned giddily, his attention seemed to be on the flames that were dancing across his back.\n\n\"Ooh!\"\n\nHe said in awe as he watched the flames, it's orange light reflecting his brown eyes, giving them a slight orange hue. Hearing the question, he shook his head.\n\n\"Naesala can use but big man doesn't allow it.\"\n\nHe answered as he decided being in the carriage was boring and decided to join the human outside, sitting beside him as he then looked around, awe at the sight of the scenery around him."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol \n\nThe craftsman rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as he let the horses follow the path. He looked over his shoulder to see Naesala admiring his fire, causing the pyromancer to smile. He was glad he wasn't afraid of him, most people usually were. He looked towards the sky while they continued their travels through the forest and noticed the sun was beginning to sink lower. They should probably prepare a camp soon. \n\nLei sighed softly, clearly relieved that there wasn't some strange magical seal forced onto Naesala. He had no clue of such a thing even existed but he could never be too sure. \n\"That's good to hear. The good news is that big guy isn't around to beat you down anymore. You can do what ever you want with your magic but please don't let other people see. In most places magic is banned, so its best we keep it secret from everyone, ok?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf expressed his surprise at the statement said by the man that he turned to look at the human with unblinking eyes, staring at him for a long while before he asked.\n\n\"Master won't return me to them?\"\n\nHe had only so far used his magic when he was ordered to and is usually within the confinement's of the mansion or a building, away from preying eyes but nonetheless he nodded.\n\nSeeing the sun go down, he lightly curled his toes up. His soles were very much still injured and the marks that marred his arms and legs only seemed more prominent beneath the setting sun.\n\n\"Master have magic too? Master have fire.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\n\"No, of course not.\" Lei looked at him with a raised eyebrow. \n\"I spent all the money i had just to free you so of course I'm not going to put you back in a cage... Also, you can just call me Lei. Just see me as your friend, ok?\" Lei smiled at him and pat his shoulder as a friendly gesture. \n\nAs the golden rays of the sun began to shine past the trees Lei pulled the carriage into the forest, moving a bit away from the path just in case someone passed. He really didn't want to run into any more dangerous people so he hid the carriage well in the dense forest.\n\n\"Yes, i do.. But i only use it for work.\" Lei smiled at the elf then tied the reins around the iron handles in front of the front coachman's seat. The pyromancer moved back into the carriage to get some things from the back and found some spare clean clothes that might fit his new friend. \n\n\"Hey Naesala, come here. I got something for you.\"\n\nWhen the elf came over he handed him over the clothing consisting of a dark colored top and some pants. Unfortunately he didn't have any extra footwear but that wouldn't stop the inventor for figuring something out. He did notice that his feet were pretty mangled especially after his ankle was slashed by that whip. He was already preparing some medical supplies to treat his wounds."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elven kin continued to watch the surroundings, almost as if he had not heard what Lei previously said, though he did jolt when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.\n\nLooking back at the man when he was called, he went back into the carriage, his chains and shackles bumping against each other as he blinked a few times at the clothes given to him. \n\nLooking up at Lei then back at the clothes, he repeated the actions a few times. Seeing how the man made no move to give him some sort of privacy, he assumed that there wasn't a border of shame implemented between them.\n\nSetting the clothes aside, the elf slowly lifted up his dirty tunic and strip himself off it, revealing his scarred skin that ruined the smooth and almost perfect appearance of his. Accompanying the whip marks were bruises as well but Naesala seemed to pay no mind to it as he then slipped on his new clothes, almost with a bit of difficulty with the shackles getting in the way.\n\nShaking his hair out of the collar of the top, he proceeded to kneel down beside Lei and watched him."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei had turned around to look for something in the neatly stacked crates in the carriage, unaware that he elf was beginning to change his clothes, that was until he heard the sound of his chains clinking and rattling about. Lei's calm movements grew a little stiff as he kept himself from looking around, continuing to gather the items he needed from the box he had opened. Once the rattling stopped he was sure that Naesala had finished changing. He slowly turned to face him, cautious to avoid seeing anything he shouldn't just in case he was wrong about the elf being completely dressed. The pyromancer was relieved that he was fully clothed now and opened the door of his carriage. He gathered the items and put them in a bag before hopping out. \n\n\"Sit here please\" He patted the floor of the carriage doorway and unfolded the steps for him to rest his feet on. \n\n\"Im going to remove these cuffs ok? So please stay still.\" He pulled the wire he had earlier out of his pocket and gently started picking at the locks. He looked very focused as he was doing this and didn't take long until the first lock clicked open. Lei smiled as soon as he saw this and set the cuff aside while he worked on the next one. It looked like he knew exactly what he was doing."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHis eyes followed after the man that hopped out, not moving until he was asked to. Obeying the order, he went over to the doorway and sat down before he slowly rest his feet on the steps.\n\nHe had on a curious expression when the man told him to stay still and his eyes widened when he then proceeded to unlock the first cuff. There was a total of six shackles around him, by his wrists, ankles, neck and waist. A thick and heavy round shackle on his neck and waist as if to prevent and limit his movement.\n\nHe only rested his chin on his knees as he watched the man pick the locks, unusually quiet."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nIt took lei some time to get rid of the ones on his ankles and wrists but he seemed to be speeding up as he kept going. He was strangely good at picking locks... \n\nEventually all that was left was the one on his hips and neck. He had to hold his shirt up to pick at the lock on his hips, tucking his shirt behind the metal gently before he started working on it. It didn't take Lei any longer than a minute to get it off and toss it onto the grass. \n\nHe stood up and stretched his back, groaning softly as he relieved himself from standing in a strange hunched over position to get rid of all those locks. \n\n\"Hoo! Okay! Last one!\" He was very enthusiastic and eager to get the last one off, even jogging a little in place before he gestured Naesala to lean closer to him while he reached for the metal contraption on his neck. \n\n\"I'm going to have to clean all your wounds. I don't think there's any lake or clean body of water you can bathe in yet so that's going to have to wait. I think there is one a couple of hours up the road though. We can get to that lake tomorrow morning. Maybe we can even catch some fish to eat.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nWith each shackles removed, the elf moved his limb as if feeling some sort of refreshed freedom he had never felt before, staring at his bare wrists and ankles in wonder. With each metal tossed to the grass, his eyes would follow.\n\nSeeing the gesture, Naesala obediently leaned forward, few strands of hair falling off his shoulder, his face inching closer to the man's and he lightly tilted his face upwards to let him have better access to the shackle.\n\n\"Naesala thanks Master. Master is a good person.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol \n\nLei focused on taking the metal shackle off his neck, picking at the lock for a few moments. \n\nWhile he was doing this he looked up at the elf as he spoke. Lei paused for a moment and gave him a gentle smile. \n\n\"No problem. Im happy im able to help you out.\" \n\nLei twisted the wire and the metal brace clicked open. He gently pulled it away and dusted off his hands. \n\n\"Hey, you can call me Lei now, remember?\" The pyromancer gave him a small smile before taking a clean towel from his bag and soaking it in water from his jug. He handed it over to the elf and pointed at his own neck. \n\n\"Use the towel to clean up your neck. Just in case you have any wounds there.\" \n\nWhile he let Naesala do that he crouchsd down by his feet and gently started washing the blood and dirt away from his wounded soles. \n\n\"This is going to sting a little but i need to do this. Your feet might get infected.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nNaesala only tilted his head at Lei when he was reminded he was able to call the other by his name yet it almost seemed as if he didn't understand the order and only blinked innocently at him.\n\nHe blinked again when he was handed the towel and nodded, taking it before he was rubbing it rather roughly against his neck, causing dried up wounds to reopen again but with only very mild bleeding, making his neck look red.\n\nWhen his feet was getting clean, his toes would curl up at times when he felt discomfort, whining softly as if he daren't make too loud of a sound. Few times he had attempted to pull his feet away, sometimes his leg jolting and shaking."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei noticed his pain and did his best to be as gentle as he could all the while working quickly and as efficiently as he could. He was no medic, the information he knew about first aid was basic and pretty limited but he did his best none the less. Once the wounds were clean he pulled out a bottle of clean alcohol from his bag and grimaced when he looked at the bottle. He looked to the side and wondered if there was a better way to disinfect the wound and soon realized the elf had healing magic. Lei smiled at this realization and stood up to look at the man seated in his carriage. \n\n\"Do you think you can heal your own wounds?\" Lei was also very curious about Naesala's power. He was curious to know how potent his magic was and if he had the stamina to pull the spells off well enough to heal all his injuries. \n\n\"But-\" Lei raised one of his hands up slightly to stop him just in case he was about to start healing himself. \" Dont do it yet, im just curious if you can.\" He wanted to be strategic about how to go on about this. He wanted to check on all the possible injuries on the elf's body and decide which wounds required more attention."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nAt the question, the elf looked down at his injuries before he looked back up and nod.\n\n\"Naesala can but need time.\"\n\nSure he can heal wounds and even broken bones but it depends as to how long he spend using the magic to heal them. Like a broken leg need three months to heal naturally but with magic, he can use a month to heal it that that provides if he gave intensive care and heal it with magic for a 8-10 hours a day.\n\nHe was about to heal himself when the man stopped him, causing him to tilt his head so he put down his hands.\n\n\"Naesala have been taught to be good in magic to make Naesala mar... Market... Marketable...\"\n\nHe said the last word with much difficulty but grinned when he got it, smiling at Lei with nothing but childlike wonder in his eyes."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol \n\n\"Hmm...\" Lei crossed his arms as he thought about what he was told. \n\"Do you have any serious injuries like your wounded feet? I'm thinking its a good idea to focus on your feet since you need them to walk but if there's something else that's more important to heal could you show it t me please?\" \n\nHe took the towel out of Naesala's hands and started gently cleaning the elf's wrists. Once he saw the blood on the opposite end of the towel away from the wrists he looked up at the other man's neck, seeing the small wound that was there. He leaned a little closer all the while keeping some personal distance for the Elf's sake. He wanted to know if he had to stitch the wound or not. He hoped that he wouldn't have to do that since it would be quite an unpleasant experience for the elf who had already been through so much."
},
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf merely blinked, unable to comprehend, almost confused at what the man was saying so he only looked at the whip marks on his body and lightly scratch at his neck.\n\nMost of his injuries were only at the epidermis, nothing too deep after that. Seeing that the he was fine, the elf shook his head.\n\n\"No...?\"\n\nHe answered quizzically, blinking at Lei with a tilt of his head."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\n\"Ok, that's good. So you only need to worry about your feet. You can start healing your soles then. Ill just bandage them up and make you some footwear.\" He got to work to doing that right away, bandaging up his feet and wrapping some leather around his feet to make a simple makeshift leather boot which was held down comfortably using some thin rope.\n\nWhen Lei was done he stood up to admire his work for a while. When he saw that it was god he smiled at his new friend then grabbed some rope he had placed in the bag. He walked over to the horses and started loosening the equipment that kept them secure to the carriage. He then tied the rope onto Their leads and guided them to a tree which he secured the ropes onto. He pulled at the ropes using his weight to test the strength of the branch he tied it onto. Once he was convinced it would hold he walked back to his carriage and started collecting branches and large enough pieces of wood to make a fire.\n\n\"Hey, Naesala, if you are hungry you can help yourself to the food and water in the carriage.\" \n\nWhile carrying the sticks and logs he found Lei walked to a good spot a bit away from the Carriage, tossing the wood down and arranging it into a nice pile for a fire place. He left again to walk a bit further into the forest to look for more logs. It was getting pretty dark out now so the pyromancer kept close to the general area of the carriage. He wasn't so afraid of animals since most of them were terrified of fire but just in case he had his his dagger ready along his belt."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHe lightly swing his feet that had some makeshift footwear on them. He then look up and nodded but seem to made no move in wanting to heal his feet. As the elf watch the man getting up and doing his things.\n\nAfter watching for a while, the elf got up and followed Lei, helping in collecting the firewood.\n\n\"Mhm!\"\n\nHe once again answered but made no move to execute it, following the man like a puppy as he once again help in collecting the wood."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei looked at Naesala with a bit of surprise wondering why he wasn't sitting down and resting his feet. \n\"Oh its fine, you don't need to help me. You should rest your feet and focus on healing them. I would be a problem for you if they got infected.\" \n\nLei picked up a large broken branch that looked dried up enough to burn and started dragging it to the camp. This looked like it would be enough to complete the fire. Once he was at the camp he sat down on a rock and unsheathed his dagger to start chopping the branches off into more manageable pieces which he then added to the camp. The added logs that Naesala would be added to the camp fire too. He set down rocks around the wood to keep them all in place while they burned. Once everything was in place he held his hand close to the dry leaves and straw at the bottom of the fire pit. Gold fire ignited along the wood and leaves and Lei seemed to cause the fire to begin growing larger and larger until it was a proper burning gold fire. He smiled at his work then pulled his hand away. Once his influence was gone the fire began changing into the usual orange and yellow blaze of color that normal fire had."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf only blinked at the man, wasn't at all listening as he continued to help collect the firewood. Only when the man had set the fire did he finally sat down.\n\nHe sat in a dazed state for a long while before he slowly reached his hands out and press his palms together. His lips parted and he then begin to chant the spell once more, his eyes having a green hue in his irises before he then brought his palms to his injured foot and quietly started to heal.\n\nOnce he was healed within half an hour, he looked up at Lei, stared at him for a moment before he got on his knees and crawled over to him. Once he was near enough, he sat himself down once more beside him, staring at him once more."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei was a little bothered that the elf refused to heal his injuries right away since he could imagine how painful it must have been for him to be walking around on his wounded feet but once the fire was done Lei was comforted by the sight of Naesala finally healing himself. He smiled slightly while the elf did his own thing and decided to leave him be for now. The pyromancer looked up at the stars quietly, not even realizing the sun had already gone down until he looked up to admire the beautiful star filled sky. These quiet moments in life were some of his favorites and tonight was much better since he had a friend to enjoy the peace with him. \n\nOnce he heard Naesala move closer to him Lei looked at him and tilted his head curiously. \n\"Whats up?\" Lei wondered if he was hungry or thirsty so he handed him his water canister. \n\"Here, thirsty?\" He offered him the water along with a kind smile. He knew that Naesala could understand him and figured he just wasn't used to socializing. It was understandable considering what he has been through."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nAs far as he could tell, the man was a pyromancer. Naesala slowly stared at the man, his dazed like state was actually him in thought. So far, the man had been nothing but exceptionally kind towards him so he could only make an assumption that the man wasn't discriminative towards the elven race yet it could have only been so due to his pitiful situation.\n\nNaesala looked towards the direction they were heading before he looked around, it was most likely they were heading downwards towards Ibethiel. Was that the land with Kingsblood? Or was that in Araedia and Astoria? Naesala himself wasn't sure but whatever it was, he was more than happy to finally leave Terresol, another decade here and he probably will officially go insane.\n\nHe blinked suddenly when the human offered him water and he once again stared at the canister as if it was some weird monster in his hand before he looked at Lei with a tilt of his head, his confusion shown.\n\nDecades of acting like a fool, he swear he can make gold if he ever went down that career."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\n\"...Um... You alright Naesala? What is it?\" Lei looked confused with the way he was staring at him.\n\"Is there something on my face?\" Lei unsurely started patting around his own face to check if there was a leaf or a caterpillar on him or something. He began to wonder if the elf was just observing him. Either way the pyromancer was unsure what to think of the elf but he felt that he could trust him at the very least. \n\n\"Ill just grab something.\"\n\n Lei got up and gave the elf a brief smile before heading to his carriage and taking a bed roll out along with a blanket. He walked over to Naesala and rolled it out onto the grass for him. It was a good quality travel bed which he made himself. It was filled with cotton and straw so it was comfortable to sleep on.\n\n \"You must be tired right? You can sleep on my bed. \" \n\nOnce the bed was set Lei placed his blanket on the grass close to the fire then sat down on it. He began pulling his boots off and setting them aside so he could be comfortable on his blanket. He soon rested down on his back and sighed softly in relief. He was glad that he could finally rest after sitting in that carriage for so long. He stared up at the sky quietly as he enjoyed the warmth of the fire. He rested his hands on his stomach quietly and tapped his fingers across his skin idly as he thought about where exactly that lake was. He was eager to take a nice shower but coudlnt help but worry that there might be a big fish or a crocodile that might try to get him. He shivered slightly at the though and shook his head. \n\"I really hope there aren't any crocs or alligators around here... I just want to enjoy the lake in peace tomorrow.\" \nHe looked over at Naesala and smiled. \"Hey, have you ever seen an alligator?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nIf there was one thing that Naesala ever enjoy doing in his pastime would most likely be staring. He found the reactions to be amusing when he stare at them blankly like a doll would. Well, enjoyable if he doesn't get a heavy punch to the face while he's at it. The elf only blinked at him when he asked a question, not answering it as usual.\n\nHis eyes only followed Lei's figure as the man got up to get something from the carriage and he expressed a bewildered look of confusion when he saw his master sitting on a blanket instead of the bed, multiple question marks appearing above his head.\n\nAs if he was somehow triggered, he tugged harshly at Lei's sleeve and pointed to the bed. Hearing the question, he only said two words.\n\n\"What's that?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nLei looked up at Naesala in surprise, not expecting the male to tug at his sleeve so aggressively. When he pointed at the bed Lei raised an eyebrow at him. He understood what he meant but he wasn't going to take the bed. He wanted the elf to sleep on it, he believed that he deserved to get some proper rest on a nice bed. \n\n\"Good, lets just hope you never meet one.\" Lei chuckled and stared back up at the stars. He ignored the elf's gesture about the bed earlier since he's already made his mind. \n\n\"Crocodiles and alligators are these big lizard guys with big jaws and teeth. They swim in the water and grab animals and pull them in to eat them. They're massive creatures, some get around 8 to 9 feet long i think. Maybe longer actually. So you can imagine they would have a breeze snacking on us.\" Lei laughed nervously. \n\"Water is such a scary thing... All these big predators always lurk inside it..\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf did not seem pleased that he was ignored, huffing out in frustration before he merely and boldly push the man to the bed, rolling him over if he had to.\n\nHe only seem more like a confused child as the human explained whatever those reptiles was, only blinking few times at Lei before he tilted his head.\n\n\"Much more scarier than the hearts of the people?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nLei grunted in surprise when he was being pushed over towards the bed but before he could be rolled over even once he pushed his hand out onto the grass and kept himself firmly in place. \n\n\"Hey! Dont roll me im- AH! Stop im ticklish!\" Lei squirmed around and tried to push Naesala's hands away while he protected his blanket by keeping his body on top of it. Lei was surprisingly quite fit so it wasn't easy to push him around. \n\n\"Youre staying on the bed pal! Im not changing my mind.\" Lei smiled up at him and chuckled as if he were playing a game."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHe had immediately retract his hands when the human suddenly exclaimed, fear glimmered in his eyes as he bowed his head as an attempt to seek forgiveness, his body trembling.\n\n\"N-Naesala didn't mean it...\"\n\nHe quickly said, his hands wrapping around himself in a protective manner, a few whimpers heard before he moved slightly away from Lei."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol \n\nLei's kept his cheerful smile as he stayed laying on the blanket, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his arm. \n\n\"Dont worry, im not mad. I was just surprised. I have ticklish ribs.\" Lei laughed and rested back down on his back with a soft thump. \n\n\"Im never going to hit you or anything like that, ok? Please just see me as your friend. I dont want to treat anyone like a slave, ever.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHe didn't seem convinced but the tension slowly left him when he saw the other made no move in wanting to actually lay a hand on him. His ears twitched before it lightly perk up, slowly moving towards Lei.\n\nHe approach inch by inch towards the human until they were extremely close. When he saw the man made no move to shoo him away, he grinned and curl up right beside him on the ground, a hand holding onto his sleeve."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\nLei looked over at Naesala as he moved to his side. \"Um.. Okay?\" He wasnt really sure how to react and was a little uncomfortable since he wasnt used to being this close to another guy. He was pretty shy and ended up tensing up a little as the other male held onto his sleeve. After a while of battling with his inner thoughts regarding what action he should take he eventually settled with trying to accept the situation instead. He looked up at the stars to try and distract himself, figuring this was the elf's way of retaliating against his orders of using the comfortable bed. \n\nEventually, Lei managed to calm his nerves and focus on the stars above him. The gentle sound of the fire crackling slowly lulled the pyromancer to sleep. Strangely enough, he found the warm company of the elf comforting."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe elf only remained curl up, having had long fallen asleep, his ears occasionally twitching at times. However, unlike the human who did manage to fall asleep in the end, Naesala kept waking up at odd hours of the night.\n\nHe would look around at the dark surroundings and couldn't help but feel paranoid. Even so, he had gotten up and went around looking for more wood, sometimes wandering a little too far but he would have bolted back the minute he got a handful of wood and toss it into the fire to keep it alive.\n\nHe was awake for a few hours till dawn arrived, his figure seen staring at the flames."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nWhile the pyromancer was sleeping he did notice the elf's movements every now and then, causing him to wake up and\n\n groggily check on him to see what was doing. He would watch Naesala and try to figure out what was wrong until he eventually gave up and fell back asleep. \n\nA few hours later Lei began to wake up after feeling the sun on his skin. The cool air brushing against him caused him to shiver slightly. Naturally his body's response was to keep him warm, causing some flames to ignite along his back and arms. He pushed himself into a sitting position then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The groggy craftsman soon got to his feet and drank some water before folding the blanket he was sleeping on. \n\nWait... Blanket? \n\nLei looked confused for a moment since he was used to waking up on his bed. Once he saw the elf seated by the fire he smiled at him and remembered why he was on a blanket. \n\n\"Good morning.\" Lei pulled on his boots then collected his folded up blanket before he walked over to roll his bed back into a bundle. He carried the items over to the carriage and set them down neatly inside a crate along with the bag he brought down yesterday. Once he was done arranging his things he picked out two rolls of bread from the basket and walked outside to sit down next to the elf. He handed one of the bread rolls over to Naesala and smiled at him warmly.\n\n\"Were you able to get enough sleep?\"\n\nHe looked over at the fire and observed the wood burning in the flames. It would usually be burnt to coals by now but it looked like the elf kept it going. Either that or he started a new fire when he woke up. He looked back at the elf who was probably eating by now, curious why he was unable to sleep last night. The pyromancer finished eating his bread then held his hand towards the flames. They began to shrink quickly until they eventually died out completely. Lei then got up and stomped on the coals and kicked some sand and dirt onto them to make sure it wouldn't start a forest fire.\n\n\"Ready to go to the lake?\" Lei looked over at the elf with a small smile."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\n\"Morning, Master...\"\n\nThe elf greeted Lei when he woke up, using a stick to poke the fire with a bored expression on his face. He hadn't been able to sleep properly due to his paranoia in being constantly called throughout the night when he was a servant in the few mansions he had worked before, the other servants definitely not making his life any better. The constant waking up in the night made him become an insomniac.\n\nThe elf merely shook his head at the question as he carefully took the bread roll and nibble on it, blinking tiredly at Lei. As he continued to nibble on the bread, wanting to ration and savour it as much as he can, he groggily stood up and nodded."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest, Terresol\n\nLei looked concerned when he heard Naesala's reply, understanding that his past masters probably did not treat him very well. \n\n\"You can sleep in the carriage if you want to.\" \n\nLei smiled and motioned to pat him on the back but stopped himself midway. He remembered how the elf reacted when he did that last time so he refrained from doing that for now. \n\n\"Okay, lets go!\" He said in a cheery and excited tone. He was eager to get a good shower today.\n\nThe pyromancer walked towards the horses and untied the ropes, leading them back into the carriage to secure them. They were quite obedient and one seemed to playfully nudge leis arm with his snout causing lei to chuckle and give him a fow playful pats on the side of the horses neck. \"Silly boy.\" \n\nOnce everything was in place Lei returned to the coachman's seat and climbed on, sitting down and making himself comfortable on the leather cushioned seat."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\n\"Naesala is fine...\"\n\nThe elf answered in a slow and lowered tone, blinking a few times to get rid of the sleep in his eyes though it wasn't really working.\n\nAn unreadable gaze was seen on his face when he saw how playful the horse were to Lei but the elf didn't say anything. Naesala only nodded and climbed into the carriage, finishing the bread as he did so.\n\nThe elf didn't seem to like being in the carriage as he soon climbed out not long after, climbing onto the coachman's seat and leaning back to rest his head against the carriage.\n\nThe elf was unusually silent, now in the midst of playing with his own hair with the occasional twitch of his ears when he heard something within the woods.\n\n\"Master...\"\n\nHe soon spoke up, looking at Lei as he twirled a strand of hair between his fingers.\n\n\"Does master not hate elves?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol \n\nWhen Naesala had entered the carriage Lei guided the horses to start pulling the vehicle towards the road. Once on the road he followed its path towards the Lake which was along the way to Ibethiel. Lei knew that Naesala was eventually going to join him at the front of the carriage so he gave the elf a warm smile as he sat down. He noticed the elf was still upset so he decided to let him be for a while. The silence between the two allowed the gentle songs of nature to be clearly heard as they traversed the forest path. \n\nOnce the elf finally spoke he looked over at him and hummed curiously in response. Hearing the question Lei shook his head in response. \n\n\"Of course I dont. Why would I? I actually respect you guys quite a lot.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nHearing the answer made Naesala turn to look at Lei with a complicated expression, confusion seen swirling in his brown eyes and his ears twitched.\n\n\"Why would master respect? Are not all elves slave to men?\"\n\nThat was what he seemed to have learnt, and what he was convinced of. Been told of it ever since he was brought into the slavery system, dragged away from such a young age, he could barely remember his own parents.\n\nHis ears drooped low but he was looking ahead of him as he continued to play with his hair."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nForest, Terresol\n\n\"Why wouldnt I? You guys are people too right? You deserve respect.\" \n\nLei frowned slightly and kept his eyes on the road while he spoke to the elf. \n\n\"What makes man kind so special? Why should we have the right to enslave other races? That doesnt make sense to me.\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana \nTerresol's Forest\n\n\nThe man was indeed good at heart, Naesala thought to himself. People. He saw them as people, not creatures. Not what everyone had perceived his kin as slaves sent down from god to serve mankind, as whatever was mentioned.\n\nThe label that was engraved upon them became a fact, a truth that many people rather believed in rather than knowing the truth. Then again, elves were slowly growing to be part of that truth.\n\nEven he himself was. With his act as a fool, he's a schemer, a plotter. Just like the traits that runs within the elven blood. But he do wish to admit that he himself have emotions and feelings like any other man.\n\n\"Master is doing big talk... Naesala no understand.\"\n\nHe made a face, scrunching up his nose at Lei as he huffed in frustration."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest Lake, Terresol\n\nLei looked over at Naesala and gave him a faint smile. \n\n\"That's ok.. I just... I just think it's not fair. I think there shouldnt be slaves in the first place.\" \n\nA clearing was soon seen in the forest revealing a beautiful lake not too far from the road. Lei smiled at the sight and started to slow down and lead the horses to turn into the forest. \n\n\"Finally! Man, I can't wait to get a good bath. Its been so looong.\" Lei complained a little like a child then chuckled a little at his strange actions."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol Forest's Lake\n\n\nHearing the sudden scream made the elf submerge himself fully underwater, he staring at the surface where the man suddenly fell back into the water.\n\nAfter the fall, he went back to peeking his head out, nose above the water as he stared at Lei, tilting his head while blinking his eyes. Hearing his name, he merely swam closer, swirling himself around the man.\n\nSoon he got closer and the upper half of his body from the mid chest was above water as he knelt down, looking up at Lei. Water droplets was glistening on his now fully healed skin, now smooth and rid of scars, some strands of wet hair stuck to the side of his face as well as on his back.\n\n\"Master... Alright?\""
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest lake, Terresol\n\nLei looked surprised when he saw how perfect the elf's skin was now. There wasn't even a trace of any of his scars and wounds from earlier. \n\n\n\"Your scars... They're all gone.\" Lei looked amazed and sat forward to look a little closer to see the males neck which were smooth and unblemished. \n\n\n\"How?\" He furrowed hus eyebrows then looked at him with a raised eyebrow. \"Is this an elf thing?\""
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nTerresol Forest's Lake\n\n\n\"Naesala did magic... Last night.\"\n\nHe answered softly as he lift his arms up to show what he did, however he turned around and combed his hair aside to reveal the branded scar on the back of his neck.\n\nThe scar was still there but it could be seen it was slowly fading away.\n\n\"Naesala need more time...\"\n\nHe told Lei as he let go, letting his hair fall back. The elf then turned to face Lei, his eyes having a forlorn and almost guilty look in them.\n\n\"Or Naesala can't heal...?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nForest Lake, Terresol\n\n\"Ohhhh.\" Lei looked at his smooth skin in awe, not realizing how effective his healing abilities were since it was dark and hard for him to see anything at that time. Strange, he was usually very observant of small details like this. He wasn't sure how he missed that. \n\n\n\"That's good then.\" Lei smiled. \n\n\"It would have been a shame if your body was permanently scarred by those mean guys.\" \n\n\nOnce he saw the brand on the back of his neck he frowned slightly and tilted his head to get a better look of it. It was horrible that he had to go through such terrible treatment. \n\n\n\"Huh? No! Of course you can heal. Why would I stop you?\" \n\nLei frowned slightly. \n\n\"Remember, you can do whatever you want now. I won't stop you. Unless... It's something bad like... Hurting someone. You know... Obviously that's not nice.\"\n\nHe shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Naesala. \n\n\"I'm sure you know that already anyway.\" \n\n\nHe started moving into the deeper waters and stopped once the water was up to his chest. He was swimming alongside Naesala now. He splashed some water onto his face before dunking his head completely under water to wash all the filth off his face and hair before emerging again. His flames had finally died out by now thanks to the cool water. After that he walked more into the shallow end of the lake again where he was a bit more comfortable. As he walked in the waist deep water an old scar was seen on his left side. It was about 5 inches in length and 2 inches wide. It seemed to be from some kind of puncture wound a long time ago."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol \n\n\"Magistrate!\" The younger woman turned for a moment as the title rang through the stable. Her eyes fell upon a boy breathing heavily as he stopped in front of her with a sealed parchment in hand. She turned back to her horse, an older chestnut mare, to finish tightening the saddle as the child caught his breath. \n\"What is it?\" She asked, taking the parchment being offered to her and carefully placing it into her satchel. She assumed its contents were not for her eyes. \n\"If people ask questions.\" He replied. \"Emin bless your travels, Wisdom Magistrate. We look forward to your return!\" Putting a hand on the boys shoulders she squeezed it gently and smiled warmly. \n\"And Saris bless your studies. I'll see you soon.\" With no desire to waste more time, the Wisdom mounted her horse and spurred it forward, listening to the striking of the hooves against the stone as they moved through the city and into the forests outside. \n\n~ Timeskip to after a day after travel ~ \n\nSerafina shielded her eyes against the bright sun bearing down on her, glad she had donned a breathable mossy green culotte instead of a dress. By no means did she appear plain as her blouse was made from a lightweight cream silk embroidered with a collection of bright flowers connected by a continuous vine, but she certainly wouldn't appear to be royal or even noble at first glance.\n\nThey rode through a series of fields filled with workers and when she met their gaze, Serafina smiled, even waving at some of the younger children. It didn't take them long before they reached the manor house and Serafina dismounted gracefully, grateful to be standing on firm ground. She noted a number of... Servants running around and gently stopped one for a moment. \"I'm looking for someone. A boy named Cleos?\" The woman she had grabbed glanced at the guards behind her suspiciously before looking back at Serafina.\n \"Whad'ya want with Cley? He in some kinda trouble?\" The Wisdom shook her head, chuckling good naturedly.\n \"No, no, not at all!\" She reassured the woman in front of her. \"I have some news for him from his family.\" The woman nodded her chin towards a field to the northwest. \"He's out workin like the rest of 'em.\" Putting a basket of fresh harvest down, she waved Serafina forward to follow her. \"Come on, I'll lead ya to 'im. Maybe you can tell me 'bout him on the way. The boy's a curious one.\" She cackled jokingly. The Wisdom motioned her guards to stay back and gave the one named Alistair a look when he spoke. \n\"Magistrate...\" The irritated tone was enough to tell the Wisdom all she needed to know. \n\"I'm in no danger, nor am I incompetent when it comes to my own protection.\" She chastised turning to catch up with the woman who had already managed to outpace her by several feet."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos Vortigern\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nCleos set his scythe against the earth and leaned on it tiredly. He ran a hand through the silky blackness of his hair, feeling the sweat that had quickly cooled in the harvesttime air. Over his shoulder, he could see Diro, Big Basimo, and all the other fellows still reaping wheat behind him, advancing in a line of hungry scythes. For him, at least, today's work was done.\n\nOld Gamiron came over, grinning at Cleos with his weathered, twisted teeth. \"Fair job, boy. Here y'are.\" He took Cleos' scythe and gave him a pail of water.\n\nCleos quirked an eyebrow as he peered inside the bucket. \"Y' sure this here's clean, Gamiron?\" When the old man reassured him with a nod, Cleos tipped the pail against his lips and drank. He sighed when he lowered it, the water dampening his homespun tunic. \"Saris ... You know, I think Diro's got a dodgy ankle. He took a bad fall when we were racing the other day, and you know him, I doubt he'd ...\"\n\nCleos trailed as he noticed a very unique figure approaching him: a woman who's attire was out-of-place in its elegance. Far behind her, he thought he could see armed men outside the manor house. What was happening? Did they know? Were they with Syntherion? Were they here to kill him like they did his parents?\n\nOld Gamiron didn't notice as Cleos' hand slowly drifted back towards his scythe. Carney, Caderyn, and Fleur were never coming back; the Vortigern line was *Not* Going to die in the dirt of a wheatfield."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol \n\nSerfina glanced around as the woman led her to a pair of boys drinking after what had no doubt been a long day of work from the action of those still working behind them. \"Ey, Cley!\" The woman called when they were just a few feet away. \"Ya got a visitor.\" Serafina smiled and thanked the woman for helping her before turning to study the boy before her. It wasn't a question as to which one was Cleos. The black hair, amber eyes, build - the resemblance was uncanny despite some differing features inherited by his mother. \n\"My name is Serafina.\" She greeted, extending a hand for him to shake. \"I'm a Magistrate for the Southern Pantheon back at Terresol.\" Glancing at the boys continuing to work behind him, she continued. \"I apologize if I've disrupted your work, but would you mind if we spoke privately for a moment?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nCleos gave Serafina a quizzical look. Something didn't feel right about this; too random, too clean. Maybe he was tired and thirsty, or perhaps just guarded after losing half his kin to a murderer and the other half to a usurper–either way, he didn't trust this woman. However, he couldn't just slice her open with his scythe and run. She wasn't even armed; save for her silver tongue, perhaps. He shook her hand gently.\n\n\"A magistrate? You've come a long way for a shitblood farmboy, m'lady,\" He said and gave her an unsure look. \"Not sure I can be much use for anythin'. Work is done, though.\"\n\nHe withdrew his hand to his hip, and his heart sank a little when he felt the coarse texture of his clothes. Here he was, meeting a Wisdom dressed in all this finery, and him wearing nothing but rough farmhand's rags. He should have been covered up in a finely-embroidered tunic, maybe a nice jacket of black leather studded with golden pins, a beautiful coronet sitting upon his finely combed hair.\n\n*Your blood means nothing now, Cleos,* He reminded himself. *It was already tainted even when things were at their best.*"
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol \n\nSerafina studied the boy as he shook her hand. He was confused, not that she could blame him. Her mind flashed back to the moment she had been introduced to the Circle of Xolile's representative and she felt a series of shivers ripple down her body. The scars burned as the events from the trials flashed past her mind's eye. When he spoke, she was drawn back to the conversation at hand and took a steadying breath. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she vowed to Saris that the boy would endure nothing but kindness from her hand.\n\nAt the mention of being a shitblood farmhand the Wisdoms eyes moved to Cleos gaze and held it as if to let him know she knew his true history. \"Please, walk with me.\" Serafina suggested, turning and walking through the fields in a direction away from the others. Satisfied they were far enough away from the others, she lowered herself to the ground, one leg bent with an arm resting on it while the other lie on the ground, relaxed. Shielding her eyes against the sun, she looked up at Cleos with a gentle smile. \"You don't need to hide your identity from me, Cleos Vortigern. I'm here to help.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nCleos nearly tapered off into dumb silence from the look she gave him. He could see the recognition in her eyes, those hazel eyes breaking through his facade and drilling into his deceitful mind. By her bidding, he drifted after her, off into seclusion.\n\nWhen she came to rest, he nearly flushed. A pretty woman sitting in the dirt of the field, smiling at him and speaking such fair words; it could remind him of that afternoon with Giana Alekora. Half an afternoon, really. He could still hear the cruel laughter ringing through his mind. \n\nThe invocation of such bitter memories nearly caused him to miss the magistrate calling him by his secret surname. When he did register it, however, he felt cold air rush through his veins. *Is this really happening?*\n\nHe tilted his face and glowered at her. \"What is this? Are you even a Wisdom?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nSerafina chuckled at his question of her validity. \"I am.\" She paused for a moment and picked off a wheat bud that had lodged onto her shirt, throwing it to the ground. \"Listen, Cleos, I want you to know that while I am here as an official representative of the Southern Pantheon I am not going to make you do anything you do not want to do. But the tides are shifting and there are things you should be aware of.\n\nCharity is not well-loved by the people of Terresol and there are rumours that she will be abdicating the throne. With the plague running rampant across Marin, an empty throne is a disheartening thought. As the last remaining Vortigern, you are the heir to the Terresolian throne.\" Serafina's eyes studied Cleos as she broke the news. On their journey to the manor she had debated the best way to bring their proposal of ruling to the boy and had ultimately decided to just get it out into the open. \"You won't need do it alone. I, along with many others who wish to see you on the throne, will stand by your side and assist when you need us to.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nCleos wore a slack face as Serafina spoke. It was if her words of proposition were an incantation that bewitched the young man. The stalks of maize were spinning around him; soon, they would be reaped and harvested and turned into nourishing food that would keep the community well. Their very matter would never be the same again, but their sacrifice would be worthy. If the wheat had a choice, would it choose to live on as it was: still, stagnant, dancing faintly in the breeze? Would its desires even matter?\n\nSaris created wheat to be nothing but food. Perhaps he created Cleos to be nothing but a king.\n\nCleos sat down beside her, joining his arms around his knees. His face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the earth at his feet. \"I'm not the last Vortigorn,\" He answered meekly. \"There's still Carney. Caderyn and Fleur are still alive too, aren't they?\" He turned his gaze upon her. The look in his eyes made him seem a decade younger."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nSerafina watched the boy process her information and change from a confident young man to a meek child before her eyes. He had to grow up too quickly, losing his family in the blink of an eye. As he sat, she studied him, eyes holding concern. *Perhaps I should have eased him into it.*\n\n\"I don't know.\" Serafina admitted. \"But Carney and Caderyn took vows under Saris not to take the throne. If Fleur is still alive, Mafalda protect her, she is too young to rule.\" Turning to face him, the woman gently grasped his hands and held them. \"We are looking for them, Cleos, but until we find them, Terresol needs a ruler. My offer does not come lightly. I've consulted the gods and they've given you their blessing. A high praise for anyone.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\n*Vows under Saris?* Cleos winced. Why had his uncles forsaken the throne? Why had they dumped this burden on the heads of their niece and nephew? He wasn't ready for this; for all his dreaming, all his yearning, he didn't have what it took to take over the kingdom on such short notice.\n\nThat's what he was ruminating on before she took his hands and told him of his god-given destiny. His eyes widened with disbelief. \"The gods favour me? *Me*? My lady, I'm ... I'm a bastard! Mother was a scullery maid.\" Speaking of her suddenly hit a dark old string in his heart, and its sounding made his eyes dim and drift aside. He sighed, then looked her in the eyes. \"Even if Queen Charity is doffin' the crown ... Surely this won't be easy. I mean, if one bastard Vortigon can romp up and take the throne, surely there're a dozen others who'll be squealin' for it.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nAs he spoke of not being worthy Serafina's mind flashed back to the words of Circle of Xolile leader during her trials and his voice echoed in her mind. *Only those worthy will pass. Only those worthy...* Serafina had doubts of her worthiness during the trials, but her ethereal experience with Xolile as her feet were burned on the grates covering the eternal flames had shown her otherwise. Since that time, she had come to learn that worthiness was yet another mystery of the gods. \n\n\"As am I, Cleos.\" She replied, gently, trying to hide the painful flashback from her eyes. \"A bastard daughter of a noblewoman, but the gods have blessed me and guided me through life.\" She paused for a moment to consider her next words, dropping the boys hands and leaning against her own in the dirt. \"Why do the gods choose anyone?\"She mused out loud. \"What if the life you've lived was to mould you into the kind of person Saris desires to rule the people?\" Her words stemmed from her own experience. Had it not been for the trials, she would never have joined the Abigreth and become a Wisdom. \"Do you doubt their divine hand?\"\n\nSerafina turned to meet his gaze as he looked towards her, listening to his qualms before answering. \"The Vortigern name is recognized and respected among the people. Furthermore, you've lived among them. It gives you a unique perspective, one I hope you retain during your rule.\" Straightening, Serafina brushed the dirt from her palms and stared at Cleos with a powerful, penetrating gaze. \"Most important, you alone have the gods blessing.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nCleos found himself frowning with sympathy as Serafina delineated the common threads of fate that bound the two of them. *What if the life you've lived was to mould you into the kind of person Saris desires to rule the people?* That struck him resoundingly. He looked at his tough farmboy's hands. He looked around at the fields, the fields *He* Had helped to cultivate and reap every year since he'd they planted him here. He toiled and sweated, drank and danced, laughed and frowned with the ordinary people of Terresol. His blood was half-and-half, and that loured upon his claim to the throne, but his heart and soul were half-and-half, and that would make the greatest ruler this kingdom had ever seen.\n\nThe spark of passion she'd just lit inside him made his eyes widen a bit. He hadn't felt so ambitious in a long, long while. Perhaps the gods truly had blessed him; he could feel their divine grace pouring down on him in the sunbeams. *Do you doubt their divine hand?* In that moment, at least, he doubted no one and nothing.\n\nWhen she finished talking, he found himself gazing across the fields. \"I love these people. They're honest. Rarely anythin' to hide, rarely any fake face to hold up.\" Guilt appeared on his face. \"What would the gods make out of me? A warrior? A great master of trader? A man who works through shadows?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina - Wisdom Magistrate\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nSerafina nodded in agreement with his words. She had found the same during her time in the outer villages. The people were simply living their lives and trying to please the gods in the process. She admired it and in some ways she missed the lifestyle. Her time at the Abigreth as a Wisdom - and more specifically in service to the royal household - had consisted of whispers and secret meetings to bring about the gods will. \n\n\"Isn't it obvious, Cleos? A King.\" She replied simply."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\nCleos eyed her thoughtfully. \"A king?\" He looked off at the buildings and people beyond the edge of the wheat field, twiddling his fingers. \"I could be a king. Well, I suppose *Anyone* Could be a king, really.\" He looked her in the eyes; where once they had quivered with childish apprehension, they now glared steely determination. \"But I'm goin' to try and be a good king. No more messin' around.\" He got up to sit on his knees and offered his hand. \"The owl has roosted too long. She will fly for her kingdom once more.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Serafina Wisdom Magistrate \nCenter of Terresol somewhere\n\nSerafina smiled at the change she saw and took his hand, pulling herself up with his help before dusting off her clothing. The boy had a determination in his eyes and it was enough to reinvigorate anyone in the moment. Resting a hand on his shoulder she gave it a reassuring squeeze. \"May she rule wisely and heed the council of the gods.\n\nI'm afraid I cannot stay for long. I must return to Terresol to prepare for the Council.\" She paused, turning to glance at her guards. \"It may be some time before I see you again, but your name will always be in my prayers.\" She smiled. \"Draw close to the gods, Cleos, and they will bless you beyond measure. I'll send for you when the time is right.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nSomewhere in Central Terresol\n\n*That's it?* He was expecting her to take him away to Sol right there and then. *No, Cleos, have patience. Patience is a quality of a great king.* He made a holy gesture and said 'Praise Saris' in Old Soltongue, butchering the pronunciation. \"I hope the 'right time' comes soon. I, um ..\" He smiled brightly. \"I'm eager to claim my throne. Do good for my people in these dark times. Uh, anyway, I wish you well at the Council.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouth-West of Korkou, Gwydonian Retinue\n\nSerafina sat atop her mare deep in thought as they traveled to Korkou along a main road. Cleos had taken her visit surprisingly well, but she was worried that upon further reflection he may decide to refuse the claim. There was also the matter of his protection to worry about. Only a few knew about the boy and the Wisdom did not feel comfortable bringing him to the castle or The Abigreth for fear of questions during her absence. Requesting protection from the Red Guard was an option, but she faced a similar issue. House Falke had a good relationship with the Southern Pantheon, but she would not be able to ask for guards without specifying a cause, nor would she be able to hand pick them. 'Even then, I have no guarantee of their silence.' \n\nAn increasing number of caravans filled the roads as Serafina and her guards made their way to Korkou and she smiled, returning greetings with blessings for merchants leaving the city. She pulled out a scroll from her side bag and opened it, glancing briefly through the information inside to acquaint herself with the man she would be meeting with. 'Lord Karl Gwydyon, leader of the Gwydyon retinue. Somewhat arrogant, naming an entire company after yourself.' They had received word from a Wisdom in Korkou that a retinue of at least 300 soldiers, if not more, had made camp southwest of the city. The Red Guard in Korkou had been ordered to be prepared and more soldiers had been called up from the Falke, but it would take a few days for them to reach the city. Serafina's mentor, Jeremias, Head Magistrate of the Abigreth, had asked her to stop at the retinue and ascertain their purpose. Sending the Red Guard may be seen as an aggressive attack, but Serafina was simply a religious advisor. It would be a friendly conversation. She hoped.\n\nTheir small group navigated the city quickly and exited the southern gate, angling southwest where she could see smoke rising in the sky - likely from the fires of the encampment. The afternoon sun was high overhead when the camp came into view. Their approach clearly stirred activity as men picked up their weapons and ran to the edge forcing her to stop. A man with leather armour and a sword at his waist approached her, his eyes focused on her guards. \"Whad'a we 'ave 'ere? A Wisdom. In our camp!\" He looked back to the men at the border of the camp and laughed. \"You took a wrong turn, m'lady,\" He continued, pointing towards the way they had come, \" Yer temple is back 'at way.\"\n\nSerafina rose her eyebrow as he joked and glanced towards the men standing in front of her. \"I've come to see Lord Karl Gwydyon.\" She replied steadily, her voice holding an air of authority, ignoring the jabs at her presence. Her steeled gaze traveled to meet the soldier below her. \"Be wary of interfering with the Gods business, my lord, lest your soul experience damnation in an eternal Mourning. Let your Lord know I've come to see him and I will intercede to the Gods on your behalf as this was nothing more than a simple misunderstanding, surely.\" She finished with a warm smile."
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"author": "deusmercuriusmagna",
"message": "**South-West of Korkou**\n**Karl Gwydyon**\n\n\"What's going on here?!\" Was heard nearby, the guard clearly recognised the voice as he stood at attention and his face turned sour. A man who seemed to hold some form of authority by the looks of his armor approached: \"Well?!\" The authority figure shouted, as the guard replied in fear: \"T-this w-woman has come to see his lordship.\" The figure looked at Serafina and remarked: \"Hmm, a wisdom? How unusual.\" He gave a slight bow and introduced himself in a polite tone: \"I am Lieutenant Travis and the 11th Progenitor. I serve in lord Gwydyon's retinue, now have you perhaps come to be his lordship's new Chaplain? If not than I'd like to know the purpose of your visit.\" While waiting for a response he gestured towards the guard to leave while giving him a stern look, the guard knew he'd receive some for of punishment for his lack of discipline and professionalism. The Lieutenant subsequently crossed his arms."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouthwest of Korkou - Gwydyonian Encampment\n\nSerafina chuckled and shook her head. \"No, I do not come to serve as the Chaplain, but I do seek an audience with Lord Gwydyon.\" She gestured to the encampment before continuing. \"Surely you understand that camping outside a major Terresolian city with 300 men and no prior warning is concerning? I was sent at the behest of the Royal House of Terresol and the Southern Pantheon to ascertain your purpose here.\""
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"author": "deusmercuriusmagna",
"message": "**South-West of Korkou**\n**Karl Gwydyon**\n\nThe Lieutenant responded: \"I can assure you we have no ill intent, his lordship's artisans create arms and armor whereafter we sell them to the Korkou garrison, as for the amount of men his lordship holds within his retinue I'm not entirely sure, though i believe he intends to sell his services. I recommend you ask him more about it yourself.\" He casually patted the Wisdom's mount and said: \"Right this way.\" While pointing to the direction of the camp. He guided the Wisdom's horse to the camp and everyone was promptly let in to the camp after the guards at the gate caught sight of the Lieutenant. Upon arriving at Lord Gwydyon's tent the Lieutenant spoke: \"One moment, i will see if his lordship has time for an audience with you.\" Afterwards he entered the tent and emerged again shortly after, he raised the flap of the tent, indicating that she may enter."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouthwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment\n\nThe Wisdom dismounted her steed as the Lieutenant entered the tent and motioned for one of her guards to follow suit. \"Join me.\" She requested quietly. At the invitation of the open tent flap, she made her way inside. Her eyes fell upon the red-headed \"Lord\" In front of her and her gaze studied his face, countenence, and weapon at his waist. \"Thank you for seeing me.\" She spoke quietly, smiling at him. \"I apologize for the unannounced visit, I did not have time to send word.\""
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"author": "deusmercuriusmagna",
"message": "**South-West of Korkou**\n**Karl Gwydyon**\n\nKarl turned around and responded: \"No matter. I am Karl Gwydyon, my father was sir Leipa Gwydyon, his father was Lord Claudius Gwydyon.\" He inched closer, gave a cold look to Serafina and continued: \"And you are?\" One of the other officers in the tent meanwhile poured 2 cups of wine for each of them and put it on the table beside them, Karl would gently grab the cup and take a sip, awaiting a response."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouthwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment\n\nSerafina's eyes steeled as his cold gaze met her own, listing off his lineage. 'Does he expect me to recognize those names?' She wondered, thinking it was incredibly arrogant to assume she would. Casting her annoyance aside, the woman introduced herself. \"Magistrate Serafina of The Abigreth and Religious Advisor to the Royal House of Terresol.\" She responded, using her full title."
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"author": "deusmercuriusmagna",
"message": "**South-West of Korkou**\n**Karl Gwydyon**\n\nKarl pondered for a moment, thinking of all the possible reasons why a person of such high standing had come to see him, he placed the cup back on the table and put his hands behind his back and said: \"I prefer not beating around the bush if you don't mind. So why has a person of such high standing come to see me? I doubt you're here to give me my ancestral lands back.\" He glanced over to the guard she brought in to the tent, he came to the conclusion that she possibly feared for her life. To be frank he couldn't care less why she brought said guard, however it would not be a good idea to get on the wrong side of the southern pantheon, therefore he removed his sword from his belt, sheath and all and gave it to the other Lieutenant in the tent in the hopes that she would feel more at ease. Lastly he gestured towards the chair, inviting her to sit down, whereafter he himself sat down in the chair next to him."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouthwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment\n\nSerafina made her way to the chair offered and took the wine, holding it in her hand as she spoke. \"Correct me if I am wrong, Lord Gwydyon, but you have no claim to any lands in Terresol. As for my presence, I'm sure you can imagine the garrisons confusion and concern when a large army camps outside of Korkou rather than a small group of merchants selling armor and weaponry.\" She paused for a moment, glancing down at the wine in her hand. \"I simply wish to know why you've brought such a large retinue to our walls.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouthwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment\n\nSerafina met the Lord's eyes and she smiled. \"Lord Gwydyon, the garrison could certainly overtake your forces with little effort, but that would lead to unnecessary bloodshed for both of us.\" Setting the untouched wine on the table, the Wisdom leaned back in the chair, hands folded in her lap as she continued. \"You cannot remain camped outside of Korkou, but I may have a solution. A place of permanent residence with fertile land with some natural protection.\" The woman paused for a moment, letting the offer hang in the air to gauge his reaction."
},
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"author": "deusmercuriusmagna",
"message": "**South-West of Korkou**\n**Karl Gwydyon**\n\nKarl thought for a moment on the Wisdom's wording and responded: \"I ask where would we go? Surely you cannot expect us to be nomads for the rest of our lives.\" He pondered once more once he realised the second half of her response and continued: \"A place of permanent residence you say?\" His eyes glistened slightly as he rested his lower face within the palm of his hand and stared at his cup, resuming his response he said: \"So what would you have us do for this 'permanent residence'?\" Lastly he leaned back and awaited response."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nSouthwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment\n\nThe Wisdom glanced at the man curiously, confused by his suggestion of remaining nomads after she offered a permanent residence. \"On the contrary, my Lord, I believe a permanent residence would solve your nomadic lifestyle. It is yours on one condition. You and a select group of men you trust will protect the next King of Terresol. I will pay handsomly for your services and once he takes the throne, ensure you are given your own land to settle in.\" Serafina watched his reaction closely. She had laid out a good number of her cards and if he accepted, would reveal more. It was risky dealing with a merchant in this manner, but over the years she had learned that money was an excellent motivator."
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\nMactavus was nowhere near the Red Guard. He was in a farm house cleaning up after the animals manure. His shift was nearly ending, and he was putting away the tools and getting ready to leave."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Markus Pellicus, child\nA small village on the west side of Terresol\n\nAfter his enthusiastic declaration of future sovereignty, Markus Pellicus stepped down from the bucket and glared at the laughing knights. \"When I'm king, you'll all rue the day you mocked me,\" He said, wagging his finger crossly at them.\n\nAfter a few more moments of wild finger wagging, he let his hand fall limp at his side before beckoning the second boy, whose aspirations of knighthood were well known amongst the village children, to him. \"Let's go, Sir Rocco!\" He declared. Rocco, however, was too busy straining his wimpy little muscles trying to pick up a sword and therefore found it within his rights to ignore him.\n\n*I'll remember that,* Thought Markus. After one last glare, aimed at both the knights and his traitorous friend, Markus left the firepit and stomped angrily out of the village."
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\nMactavus saw Markus stomping past as he walked out the barn, and called out to him.\n\n\"You alright there Marky? Don't look like your arrogant self hehe\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Markus Pellicus\nA small village on the west side of Terresol\n\nMarkus's feet were smarting after close to ten minutes of marching. He had always felt as though he was destined for kinghood, partially because of his standard of intellect, which was superior to all the numbskulls in his village, and partially because he hated any sort of physical activity. Even this amount of stomping he was sure would lead to very unbecoming bruises and blubbery blisters in the future, which was perhaps fit for a village knave but completely unsuitable for someone of his royal caliber.\n\nA voice, much deeper than his, called out to him, using the boyhood nickname he had outgrown approximately two days ago. He turned his nose up at the indignity.\n\n\"I am *Not* All right,\" He said shrilly. \"I was with a group of the Red Guard in the village,\" He said, \"And they pointed and laughed at me for no reason, no reason at all. When I'm king, I'll have their heads!\""
},
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\"Er, when *You'll* Be king? Sorry bud, I'm next in line. You'll have to wait until after I become king.\""
},
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Markus Pellicus\nA small village on the west side of Terresol\n\nMarkus looked at the older boy and scoffed at him. \"Well,\" He said, \"If you want to become king, you'll have to go through me first!\" As Markus began to swivel his body around in order to face Mactavus, his left foot collided with a small, protruding rock and he fell, face first, onto the ground."
},
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\n\"I'm terrified. Now let's go Marky, I'm famished.\"\n\nMactavus lightly kicked Markus in the stomach and start walking to a small food establishment."
},
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Markus Pellicus\nA small village on the west side of Terresol\n\nThe pain in Markus's side only intensified with the kick that he had received from his would-be royal competitor. He groaned audibly, his eyes brimming with salty tears. After lying on the ground for a few minutes, he placed his palms on the ground as leverage to push himself onto his hands and knees. His forehead was bleeding from his fateful collision with the treacherous rock, no doubt, he knew, sent by his scoundrel of an acquaintance, Sir Rocco.\n\nBy the time he stood up, he could no longer see Mactavus, or, for that matter, anyone, but that might have been due to the fact that his eyes were still closed.\n\n\"You'll rue this day, Mactavus!\" He shrieked, clutching his head as he began to make his way to his holdfast, or, as some liked to call it, his parents' farm."
},
{
"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\nMactavus heard the shriek and smirked. He knew a few more pushed could lead to Markus dropping his dream. But he shook his head, competition can be fun. Mactavus walked inside and payed with his savings for a cheap meal. He began to eat, no real thoughts or ideas surfacing in his mind."
},
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Murven Kilwick\nRed Guard encampment**\n\n\"Don't worry. He'll grow out of it someday.\" Sir Murven said naively after Markus stomped off."
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\nAfter finishing, Mactavus looked around bored, and desperate for something to do. That's when his eyes landed on the Red Guard. He hasn't seen a knight since... He eagerly walks toward the knights, and hoped for the chance he waited for so long to come to fruition."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Murven Kilwick\nSmall Village on the West side of Terresol**\n\nThe children eventually left for the night, and as Sir Murven waved goodbye, he noticed a lone young man walking toward their camp. \"Greetings, lad.\" He said as he began to put things away for the night."
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\nMactavus looked at the knight with awe and envy. After being star struck for a few moments, he finally spoke and said\"S-Sir knight w-will you teach me h-how to use a s-sword?\""
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"author": "pompoen",
"message": "Violet\nEmaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol\n\nHis offer of helping her out of the trouble she was in was enough to make her scoff. \"Not even the gods themselves could help me with my troubles, what's a farm boy who can't even tell what a real Passionate looks like gonna do?\" \n\nThe rogue woman slowly lowered her guard, dropping the aggressive front with a slow roll of her eyeball. This kid was a total pansy. There probably wasn't even any actual intent behind his snooping. For a fleeting moment she had been worried he was an agent of the black poppies, but there was just no way this guy could be one of them.\n\n\"Can't even fight for your life like a man, gods. What are you, a Romanov? I was expecting at least a little bit of a struggle from a big lad like you, but now I feel like I'm threatening a pup. Didn't anyone teach you how to fight back?\" \n\nThis hostage situation was turning into a lecture, but gods did this boy need it."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Murven Kilwick\nTerresol village**\n\nMurven broke eye contact out of discomfort as the boy stared at him for an uncomfortable amount of time.\n\nWhen the strange fellow finally asked a question, Murven looked to the other men in his camp. \"Did any of you pay the kid to do this?\" He asked, thinking this meeting was too strange for the boy to be serious. One of his men clearly wanted to mess with him."
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\n\"I wasn't payed S-Sir... I want to be taught...\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Murven Kilwick\nTerresol village**\n\nSir Murven looked the boy over as he struggled to speak. He would have expected this from one of the children that had visited the camp earlier, not a grown man. \"Are you a dullard?\""
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"author": "kaiserfranzjosef1867",
"message": "**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**\n**Small village in the west side of Terresol**\n\nMactavus's more proud nature came out, noble or peasant, he doesn't simply take an insult.\n\n\"Don't call me dullard sir! For I am better then any of those moronic peasants in the village!\""
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"author": "deusmercuriusmagna",
"message": "**South-West of Korkou**\n**Karl Gwydyon**\n\nHe rubs his chin and responds: \"Very well, however my remaining 150 men will be encamped nearby, as it would be very tedious going back and forth to manage my troops. I accept your generous offer. However, might i recommend sending a subordinate you trust to make sure things are in order?\" Subsequently he'd begin heating up wax and after it became liquid he poured 2 clumps at the bottom of the contract. Lastly he removed his right glove, revealing a ring with a crest engraved on it, pressing it in to the wax and removing it, leaving his crest marked upon the wax. Lastly turning the contract around so it would face the Wisdom so that she may do the same. \" 'Tis a pleasure doing business with you.\""
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"author": "pompoen",
"message": "Violet\nEmaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol\n\n\"Oh? And why would a *Great* Knight teach a humble turnip farmer like yourself to fight? Are you someone special, maybe? Either way, couldn't have been much of a teacher if you're trembling. If I were your teacher, the very first thing I'd tell you is that confidence is key. Especially when you're at a disadvantage.\" \n\nA demented smirk twisted onto the woman's face. She seemed to be enjoying this again, now that he was trying to put up a tough front. The tears pricking his eyes didn't go unnoticed. Poor pup, he really thought this was a fight for his life. \n\n\"Okay then, here I come.\" \n\nIn a burst of speed, the rogue woman suddenly dashed forward at him with the knife in her hand. The blade went sailing towards his stomach, the impact could be fatal and painful if not stopped. The boy boldly attempted a dodge, and used his advantage of greater reach to seize her wrist. This move would be his downfall. His momentum during the grab would be Violet's opportunity for a quick end to the brawl. Using the wrist Cleos held, Violet yanked him closer and stuck out her leg. The lumbering boy would collide with her shin, causing him to loose his footing and grip. Poor Cleos came crashing down onto the hard floor with a meaty slap.\n\nViolet crouched down to the young man's side, tsking softly and giving him a pat on his back. \"Not bad, but not bad isn't going to save your life in a fight. You should go find another teacher.\" The woman rose to a standing position, and offered up her petite helping hand. \"You don't have to worry about me causing any more problems. I'll leave shortly. I was just worried you were... Someone else. That's why I pulled you in here.\"\n\nViolet\nEmaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol\n\nShe let her hand fall to her side after he rose on his own. Fine enough, most men didn't take fights with her vey well. It was just something she had to get used to. Honorable shakes of the hand after a good tussle were just reserved for the menfolk it seemed. \"It's complicated, hard to explain to someone not from the southern islands. I thought you were one of Bradai Maith's men, to put it in layman's terms.\" Violet figured there was little point in withholding information anymore. She was bound to be reported, it was par for the course. She'd be out of there before the authorities could catch up anyways, and she didn't feel it necessary or right to kill hapless bystanders who had only tried to aid her. \n\n\"Oh settle down boy, I didn't kill anyone for the clothing. I wouldn't do a thing like that over clothing. I *Have* Morals, rich as that sounds. I just stole the vestments when one of 'em was *Busy*. As for who I am, I'm just a wanted woman. You can call me Violet.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Murven Kilwick\nTerresol village**\n\nBefore things could escalate any further, and old woman appeared at the camp and put her arm around the young man. \"My apologies for the stable boy. A horse kicked him in the head when he was a smaller lad. It filled his head with nutty fantasies, and it's hard to talk to him. Meeting strangers excites him. He likes sleeping on the manure pile, so we usually just lock him in the stables at night to make him feel at ease. He's also incontinent of stool thanks to the horse kick, so it saves time just having him on the manure pile already anyway.\" She explained to the Red Guard men. \"Come along, Mac.\" She said gently, guiding the troubled boy away.\n\n\"But they were going to show me how to do sword stuff and become king.\" Mactavus rambled. \"And my first order as king would be to collect every rabbit, so that I could tend the rabbits.\" He began to cry and fell to the ground, pounding his fists in the grass and knocking loose some of the dried manure caked onto his pants. Or at least, Murven hoped it was only manure. \n\nThe old woman leaned down and pinched his face before recoiling. \"I've got your nose.\"\n\n\"No! Give it back.\" Mac screeched, crawling after her on all fours with tears and snot gushing out of his stupid, dirty face.\n\n\"You'll only get it back if you come back to the stable.\" She said, leading him back to the village.\n\nSir Murven sighed before getting ready to sleep for the night. \"Well, that was an unpleasant inconvenience.\"\n\n. . ."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Wisdom Serafina\nOutside Korkou - Gwyndyon Encampment\n\nSerafina nodded her agreement to the shit of his encampment and read the contract presented to her. \"Of course.\" She glanced to the scribe and asked for paper and a writing utensil before continuing. \"I will inform the Lord of your arrival and purpose on their estate. I do ask, however, that you keep your men far enough away so as not to disrupt their day-to-day lives. When you arrive, give this letter to the Lord of the house and he will let the smaller group of 30 men through and suggest locations for the remainder. \" A final flourish of the pen sealed the letter with her signature and she handed it to Lord Gwyndyon. \"Speed would be appreciated, Lord Gwyndyon. I will have a member of the Red Guard meet you as soon as possible. They will ensure our contract is being upheld.\" Standing up, the Wisdom adjusted her dress and made her way to the tents entrance. \"Your job is to keep Cleos safe, but do not be unnecessarily harsh. If he dies in your care, our contract is void.\" Without another word, the woman passed through the entrance and mounted her horse, her guards following suite."
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"author": "pompoen",
"message": "Violet\nEmaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol\n\n\"You assume that I haven't laid my life on the line for honorable causes as well. Is it because I'm of the fairer sex, or is it because I'm from the south islands?\" Violet probably should've been used to being looked down on now, but it never got any less annoying. She met his scowl, and lightly swatted his finger out of her face while stepping in closer herself. They were practically nose to nose now. \n\n\"I loyally served as a member of my lord's guard for years, and laid my life down as anyone serving did. But yes. If it's really important for you to know my crimes, I did kill a man. I cut off the head of the captain of the guard.\" Violet always owned up to that fateful day. She knew in her heart she'd never wish such a cruel end to her captain, but it happened. All she could do now was try to break the curse that drove her to such an act. As long as the curse bound her, it would not even allow her to give herself up. \n\n\"It was an accident, but that's not really easy to explain away now is it? And I've killed many more men since then for pursuing me. Satisfied with that answer?\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Great Hall of the Nasaris Manor\n\nWhen her father had asked her to come to his study and speak with him after the evening meal almost a fortnight prior, Vezda had a feeling she wasn't going to like whatever it was he wanted to talk about. When he announced to her that a suitor had finally been found for her, her worst fears were confirmed. Her father expected her to put down sword and lance and to settle into the life of a lord's wife.\n\nThe lord in question had arrived on her family's estate that morn, and was even now sitting across the table from her at the evening meal with her family. The two of them hadn't shared so much as two words since being introduced. Had he come all this way across Terresol only to find her not to his liking? \n\nThat couldn't be it; he had been stealing glances at her throughout the meal, every time he thought she wasn't looking. William didn't act like the typical lovesick young man, though, perhaps that was why she couldn't discern his thoughts.\n\nFinishing her meal and downing the last of her wine, Vezda was about to excuse herself to bed when she heard a sound that caused her to pause and glance over to William, who was looking directly up at her now."
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "Lord William Guiscard\nThe Great Hall of the Nasaris Manor \n\nThe answer that came from Terresol slightly surprised William. For all the intricate words that Robert had put in the letter, he feared that it wouldn't be enough, that perhaps he was still shooting far above his means. When the response arrived, he wasted little time. He assembled a guard of ten men, gathered provisions for the journey to Terresol and left Gerard and Robert in his stead, ordering them to keep the peace and write to him if anything demanded his immediate attention. \n\nAnd so now, here he was. The welcome he received was warm enough. The Nasaris family swarmed him, curious as to who he was, his character, his beliefs, everything was under scrutiny. William kept his cool. *The trader said that they were almost out of options. How badly can this go?*, he thought. Deciding to ere on the side of caution though, he tried to answer their questions and keep up with them in conversation. Vezda was always there, although respectfully kept at a distance. She was a beautiful girl with sharp cheekbones, blue eyes and cascading hair. *Lordlings are stupid like that. I wouldn't be able to ignore her much*. As if to prove his point, he was finding himself looking more and more in her direction.\n\nThe stories about her martial prowess seemed to hold some truth in them as well. She was certainly trained in the arts of combat. Her stance was that of a warrior and her arms, visible due to the sleeveless dresses that were the fashion of Terresol , had muscles that were toned from the training she had received. *Yes, lordlings are definitely stupid* \n\nThe delicate dance continued through the day until they had finally reached the evening meal without exchanging a single word with Vezda. William wasn't under the impression that spending time with your spouse was a prerequisite for marriages like this to take place, yet he would try getting away with another small break in the traditions of the nobility. As soon as Vezda rose from her seat, he cleared his throat and addressed her father, his voice full of respect. Yet his eyes were fixed on her, a fact that she had clearly noticed by now. \n\"My Lord, I see that the Lady Vezda is leaving. Could I possibly burden her with a walk through the gardens? I spotted a nice fountain when we were there and I'd like to install one in Eagle's Nest, so she can feel at home\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Great Hall of the Nasaris Manor\n\nVezda looked over to her father, curious if he would oblige William's request. To her surprise, her father was looking to *Her,* Waiting for her reaction to William's request. Although not the most enthusiastic bride-to-be, Vezda would not be rude to William.\n\n\"Of course you may; come, I will show you around,\" She offered, pausing beside the high, arched entryway with an arm held out for William to take. When he did, she led him out into the much cooler night, following the gravel pathway from the manor into the gardens behind it. Arm in arm they walked, the sea breeze swirling around them as they did.\n\nSuddenly, she felt like a young girl again. With all her youth spent in the training yard, she'd never had much time or energy to pay any attention to the opposite sex. Now that she was this close to a man- someone she would soon be married to, no less- she was lost for words. He was handsome and well-spoken, which had surprised her for a swainsblood man who had somehow come to clame a lordship.\n\n\"I hope my brothers didn't prod you too much. They can be a... Well, they're a bunch of brutes most days. Do you have any brothers?\" She asked, glancing over at him in the moonlight.\n\nPerhaps marraige to this stranger would be tolerable. Though they had yet to speak to each other, she had been watching him interact with her family and the servants, and he had been nothing short of a perfect gentleman, save for a few slip-ups that showed his lower-born roots. Vezda found them charming- he didn't have his nose in the air like other noble men, who found her ugly merely because she could defeat them in aswordfight."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nThe Great Hall of the Nasaris Manor\n\nWhen she accepted, William shot her a smirk. \"Thank you, my Lady\", he said rising from his seat. William approached Vezda, a little more hurriedly than it would be appropriate perhaps and placed his arm on hers. He wasn't sure if he had done it properly, he hadn't attended many soirees in South Feyshore. \n\nWilliam let her lead him around her home. He was content watching the same grounds that he had walked through during the day, the moonlight giving them a pale silvery color. Vezda was pulling him slightly when he was lagging behind. She was stronger than any woman he knew, lending even more credence to what was said about her. Then, she interrupted his thoughts. \n\n\"Oh no. I've been around mercenaries since I was 16. Mafalda damn me if I can't handle a few Lordlings\", he answered before quickly realizing what he had called her brothers out loud. *Oh well, it's out now. She might like it*. William pressed on as if he had named them the most polite princes on the world. \"I have three myself, although I don't know what became of them. I left the North Shore before the whole messy affair\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\nVezda couldn't stop herself from chuckling when he called her brothers lordlings. Others might feel slighted by such a thing but she was reassured by his candor. It was a rare trait, particularly in the suitors who were so rare for her. The second he mentioned the war and not knowing of his own family, though, she stifled her amusement.\n\n\"I'm sorry. I hope that you're comfortable on your recently acquired holdings. Is that... Is that why you came all this way seeking to marry?\" Vezda asked, the question having been burning in the back of her thoughts the whole day. As a new lord, an heir would help legitimize his claim to his new holdings, and heirs only happened one way.\n\nA brief flash of them together in the marital bed flitted through her mind as she looked into his eyes, causing Vezda to flush. Was she *Actually* Entertaining the idea that she might do this for more reasons than to please her father? He intrigued her, that much she knew. Growing up among mercenaries, leaving his family, being granted a lordship over his own estate..."
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"Yes. Believe me, marriage was the furthest thing from my mind. I was content with sharing my fortune with me, myself and I. But new positions carry new burdens. An unmarried Lord is an oddity, distrusted, not as he should be. There was a rumor that I preferred men at one point\", he told her. Beating around the bush wasn't going to help and, if he had gauged her well, wouldn't particularly please her. This one liked directness. \n\"You face a similar predicament, don't you?\", he posited the question rhetorically. \"Your position, that of a noble lady, doesn't entail swordplay and jousting, yet you like it so much\". Stopping abruptly, he disentangled himself from her hand and gave her look from top to bottom, trying to imagine her in armor. *Only in armor, Willy?*\n\"Are you any good? Stories can be overrated\", he continued, trying to get a rise out of her."
},
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\nAh, she had guessed correctly. Knowing that made her both disappointed yet also pleased that out of all the marriageable ladies he could have picked, he'd traveled the length of Terresol to wed her of all people. And, if his challenge was anything to go by, he'd done it knowing full well what her 'little secret' was, the one that had caused nearly every other suitor to turn his nose up at her year after year. Grinning, Vezda stopped to look over at him, meeting his eyes.\n\n\"Would you like to find out in earnest?\" She asked, raising a fine brow as she stopped on the path, ready to show him the way to the training yard should he actually take up her offer. Her father would disapprove mightily if he knew- what if she beat William and he called off the wedding, embarrassed at being bested by his soon-to-be bride?- but Vezda wanted to see what *He* Was like in the ring as well.\n\nIt had nothing- *So she told herself*- to do with the fact that she wanted to see him out of the frippery of the evening and in something more practical for sparring, something that would give her a better look at him. She'd sparred with many, many men and never once ogled them. This would be no different. Right? Except she'd never been betrothed to any of those men, and none of them had smirked at her with the same playfullness as William had."
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William laughed. Not a chuckle or a smirk that the rules of propriety prescribed but a genuine laugh. Vezda rose to his challenge eagerly, raising her eyebrow as it all suddenly became very personal. He had called her ability into to question and she was bound to defend it.\n\n\"Why not\", he said, moving his shoulders nonchalantly, as if he was dismissing her, trying to play a little mind game with her before their probable fight.\n\"It would be unfair though. That lovely dress of yours doesn't seem comfortable. Not what I would wear in a fight\""
},
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\nDropping the more 'proper' embrace with his arm, Vezda took him by the hand as she set the course for the training yards she was so familiar with. As she did, she hoped he wouldn't see the slight blush his little comment about her dress had earned- she'd worn this one specifically in the hopes of earning his attention, hoping to get him to speak to her after a long day of silence. Apparently, it hadn't been necessary.\n\n\"Then it's a good thing I shall be taking it off, though you shan't be watching I'm afraid,\" She teased with a wink, \"Do you *Really* Think I would fight in my best dress? Well, second best; the best is still being sewn for the wedding.\"\n\nA wedding that, the longer she spent in his presence, the more she was sure was the right path to have chosen. She had turned away suitors before, had denied men with much better prospects than William's, but her father's pleading had worn her down of the years and this time she had agreed to simply be done with it. Perhaps the gods had planned it this way?\n\n\"What do you wager if you win?\" Vezda asked as they entered the training yard, pausing before entering the barracks tower where she would shoo away a few of the pages in order to change into something more appropriate."
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "\"What in the... \", exclaimed William as Vezda grabbed him by the hand and started leading him somewhere, probably to the training yard. Managing to surprise him, William found himself wearing a youthful smirk, a silly expression really that came all too naturally.\n\"Eager to lose, aren't we?\", he said as they reached a building that was certainly the barracks. All of them, it seemed, looked the same around Marin.\n\n\"Oh come on. Now you are being all ladylike\", with a faux displeasure in his tone, bordering on the dramatic. \"Oh well, I suppose I'll have to wait for the big day\"\n\n\"That's an interesting question\", said William, a hand moving on his chin as if he was deep in thought. *Oh, to hell with it*\n\"I think I want a kiss\",he said, turning to face her. \"Although that might give you some incentive to lose. I want you to do your best\". His teasing was incessant now that she had reacted well to it and it seemed that she was capable of giving as bad as she got."
},
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Wait for the big d-\nOh. *Oh.*\nVezda swallowed as her cheeks grew warm, about to retort with something clever when he named his wager. *A* ***Kiss?*** She thought to herself, mouth agape as she continued to turn deeper scarlet. She'd really gotten herself into it this time but she wasn't about to back out of a challenge, nor would she show him any mercy on the field.\n\n\"A kiss, is that all?\" She asked, doing her best to feign disbelief at his deceptively simple request. \"I accept.\"\nBut what did *She* Want? It took her a moment of thinking, standing there at the doorway to the guard barracks tower, but finally she settled on something that she felt was a fitting reward.\n\"If *I* Win, you must tell me one secret.\"\n\nTurning and entering the barracks, she exited not but a few moments later wearing the same simple outfit as many of the household guards, carrying a pair of wooden wasters to spar with. Vezda felt strange allowing a man who was not one of the family or someone in their employ see her dressed this way. It felt vulnerable, standing before him in clothes that left little of her form to imagination, designed not to get in the way of work or war- unlike dresses."
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "\"A secret?\",replied William. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. *That's far more useful than a kiss. I would have gotten that anyway*\n\"You're clever, has anyone told you that before? Alright, Lady Vezda. A secret\"\n\nWilliam waited patiently for her to return, pacing in front of the barracks as she changed into something more fitting for combat. She returned in the garb of a guard, carrying two wooden swords. Her form was far easier to study now. Whomever taught her hadn't gone easy with her. She was in excellent shape. \n\"Wooden swords? Is this recruit training?\", said William as he unclasped his cloak and set it aside. \"When we return to Eagle's Nest, we'll train with steel ones\".\n*When we return to Eagle's Nest*. Would she even like it? It couldn't hold a candle to this place. At the moment, it wasn't much but he had plans for it. And she would be there to help him make them come to life.\nNow though, he had a fight to win and a kiss to claim. Or perhaps, a secret to share"
},
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "\"Yes, I have been told that,\" *Among many other things* She thought to herself but did not add. \"I would have chosen steel but I did not think it wise to risk injuring you before we are to be wed. Next time, I will remember your preference.\"\nVezda rolled her shoulders to relax them as she entered the fighting ring, trying to clear her mind and focus on the task at hand: winning this duel. Even if he didn't make the best effort, even if he treated her with kid gloves, she would damn sure show him that every rumor he had heard was true."
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"Wouldn't that be a sight? Our wedding would be the gossip of the year\", said William as he assumed a balanced stance, good for either attack or defence. *It'll still be gossiped about but that is to be expected*. William was sure that a lot of people thought that Vezda would be marrying below her station. But that is their issue. They should have snatched her first if they were so concerned about it.\n\nThey begun circling each other, gauging the style and angle of attack that would be the most suitable. William started off with a few simple strikes, indeed what a recruit would be taught in his first few days of training. Vezda parried all of them expertly, not missing a beat. *Time for something else then*, he thought. He begun with strike towards her lower body, aiming to force her to lower her guard and then proceed to pummel here from above, utilizing his height against her."
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\nAll thoughts of weddings and gossip vanished into the night breeze as William advanced on her. Years of hard training in this very yard- this very arena, no less- came forward as she answered each strike. His style was unfamiliar, nothing like that she had grown up with or had encountered among the tournaments she had entered. Even more, he did not patronise her by pulling his blows- each one, should it have landed on flesh, would have left a bruise for sure.\n\nVezda's respect for this man doubled even as she caught on to what he was attempting to do. *Sneaky,* She thought with a silent smirk, *You're not the first, though.* Many opponents had done this to her, seeing her height and he slighter frame as an opportunity to use brute force and stature to conquer her in the ring.\n*Let him think he can do it,* She mused, leaving herself defenseless and waiting for him to try to take advantage of the opening.\n\nJust before he could, she pulled a small rondel dagger from within her tunic and deflected the first blow so that she could continue to defend herself, this time from the top.\n\n\"Ah, William- you are a typical man, are you not? Wanting to be *On top.\"* She teased, laughing heartily."
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"message": "William Guiscard \nNasaris Manor \n\nWilliam's plan was working well. Perhaps too well. Just as he was ready to transition from one hit to another, Vezda pulled a dagger. She blocked the hit, her defences standing as tough as ever forcing him to pull back and reassess the threat. *A dagger, huh? Stacking the deck in her favor*. She might have been trained properly but the woman knew how to fight dirty as well. Couldn't blame her, fighting was indeed a dirty business. You couldn't expect your enemy to play fair\n\n\"Why yes, we are all the same I am afraid. Terrible brutes\", he retorted. Brute force wouldn't work so easily with her and now that she had two weapons, Vezda had doubled her avenues of attack. *Let's even things, shall we?*\nWilliam would allow her to enjoy this for a bit, bringing himself closer and closer to his discarded cloak. When they would be close enough, he would attempt to throw it at her, a technique he had witnessed in the Southern Isles. *It was a net, not a cloak but it will have to do. At least, it'll give me an opening*"
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"I did not say you were a *Brute,\"* The lady corrected with a grunt as she danced aside, barely out of reach of a trike that surely would have smarted if it had landed. \"I merely said typical. I also did not say that I did not *Enjoy* It.\"\n\nVezda was curious what he was up to as he walked them around the ring. Now that she had shown her hand he was sure to do the same but she couldn't be sure what his plans were. There were no walls with which to corner or pin her, and no other terrain to use to his advantage. What was this former mercenarie man playing at?\n\n\"What say you? Does the truth live up to the story the rumors of a maiden who dons a man's armor to put men on their asses? Or should I end this and claim my prize?\"\nIf her mother or father overheard her speaking like that, they would surely faint, but William seemed to take her- *All* Of her- in stride."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\nWilliam only grunted in response. Teasing was a fine thing but winning a fight was even better. *Especially with the prize that's on the line*\n\nHit after hit, step after step, Vezda was falling for the trap that William was laying for her. *Your tutor didn't teach you everything*, he thought, careful not to betray what was about to unfold. \n\nVezda, probably assured of her victory was now increasing her verbal attacks as well. William received them in silence, preferring to let his actions speak but he couldn't hold a chuckle down. This new, furious and boisterous Vezda, thirsty for victory, was to his liking as well.\nFinally, he was right where he wanted to be. Instead of parrying her attack, he moved out of its trajectory. The wooden sword cut through the air as his hand found his cloak. Vezda had a few precious seconds to react but his attack proved too random and unexpected. William followed it up with a hit to her wrist, forcing her to drop her weapon before dropping his own and charging at her, tackling her to the ground while his free hand went for her dagger.\n\"Oh the truth lives up to the rumors, alright. You are indeed a maiden\", he said with a smile, even though she couldn't see it with her head being under the cloak.\n\"Do you yield, my Lady?\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\nWhen realization of what his plans were materialized at last, it was too late. William had the agility and swiftness of a snake when he struck, startling a cry from her when he knocked the waster from her hand. Before she could attempt to fend him off with it he'd taken her to the ground, knocking the wind from her and snatching away the rondel even as he threw the cloak over her head. After catching her breath at last, Vezda let out a snort of laughter, grinning beneath the cloak.\n\n\"If I do not yield?\" She challenged, tensing her body as if to attempt to wrestle him off. It was a bluff, of course; she knew when she was defeated. Yet, a small part of her wanted to see if he would take the bait, if he would allow her to goad him into it as many others might have. *What am I* ***Doing?*** She questioned herself, never one to be so bold with the men."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"I am doing you a favor my Lady. I am not accustomed to letting people yield being a lowborn ruffian and all\", said William as he started loosening his grip. His hands would be needed elsewhere. He went about it carefully, as Vezda could try to surprise him and he couldn't allow her to do that. His left hand trailed downwards until it rested just above the small of her back. Instead of lashing out, she moved to accommodate him, a pleasant surprise. With his right hand, he took the cloak out of her face. Her light blue orbs locked with his own brown ones. His hand moved to caress her left cheekbone. *So sharp you could cut yourself*. William was so close that he could smell the wine in her breath. With his hand moving behind her neck and becoming lost in her hair, he closed that distance too. \n*I swear that I had something clever*"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"I yield,\" Vezda murmured just above a whisper. Twas a good thing she'd been bluffing; if she truly *Had* Meant to wrestle free she was doomed, enraptured by the tenderness in William's gaze as he pulled the cloak away. On any other day she might berate herself for allowing a man to beguile her, yet tonight she could not find it in herself to do so.\n\n*I hope you kiss like a lowborn ruffian.*\nThe thought whispered through the back of her infatuated mind without warning, surprising her. A mere second later, when William's lips met hers in a chaste kiss, she was surprised. Vezda expected him to claim his prize with a little more... Ferocity?\n\nIt occurred to her then: he had never once spoken of her as other suitors had, as a thing to be won, claimed, conquered, owned... *Quashed.* He *Enjoyed* Her tenacity.\n\nVezda *Did* Toss him off herself then, wrestling him over to pin him on his back and resume the kiss with a gentle bite on his lower lip. It was wholly improper- a bride and groom, wrestling in the gods-forsaken dirt and *Kissing* No less- but damn propriety. The wedding couldn't come quickly enough."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\nFeeling Vezda relax made William relax too. He could experience every little sensation. Their hearts beating frantically from the night's excitement, Vezda's breathing tingling his skin. William couldn't remember the last time that he had been so lost in a moment, first his lifestyle and then his duties as a Lord depriving him of the little moments that made life worth it. \n\nIt was at that point that Vezda took advantage of his relaxed grip. She pushed and then turned him around, pinning him on the ground and wrestling control of the kiss from him, biting his lip just to remind him who was in charge. A wince escaped him but that only seemed to encourage her, his reaction probably registering as another little victory with her. He wouldn't object, her competitiveness was already growing on him. Instead, he rested his hands around her waist keeping her close to him. *Should I push my luck?*, the thought crossed his mind. William always liked taking risks and indeed those risks usually paid off but this one might it bigger than most. Already, their behavior could derail the whole marriage, if her Father or any of her brother's found them. *Protocol getting in the way of fun once again*. \n\n\"I hope I didn't bruise your arm. People would think that I beat you even before we're married\", he said after Vezda broke their kiss. \"Then again, I did beat you so...\""
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"People will be *Impressed* If they think anything,\" Vezda said as she grinned, releasing her hold on William so that he might get up if he so wished. \"I have long said that I would not marry any man who could not- or *Would* Not- best me at arms, or at jousting. For a *Lowborn ruffian* To place a mark upon me? They will think twice before they question your right to your title or my hand.\"\n\nWhat she did *Not* Say was that she had decided him worthy of her hand in that moment. If she'd had any doubts that morning about her future happiness with this man, they were gone now. This was not love- not *Yet*, perhaps- but it was a start, a beginning she could see leading to something like her own mother and father's marriage.\n*Marriage.* An idea struck her.\nStanding up and dusting herself, off, Vezda offered a hand to William.\n\"Do you trust me?\" She asked simply."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"Oh really?\" *So self assured* \"Good thing I can think on my feet then. It would have been unfortunate to return to Eagle's Nest empty handed\"\n\n\"She asks, just after pulling a dagger on me\", said William ironically. He took her hand and rose from the ground, trying to clean himself up as well. His clothes had been dirtied during the scuffle and William hoped that his appearance would elicit as few questions as possible. He picked up his cloak as well, folding it as neatly as possible before turning to Vezda. \"Lead the way. I am not letting you out of my sight\", he said, aware of the phrase's double meaning. \"For security's sake, I can assure you\""
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\nHis witty remarks earned him another kiss, a peck at the corner of his lips before she turned to lead him towards the manor house with a chuckle. Vezda paused before the open entranceway, holding a single finger to her lips before leading him inside and straight to the Wisdom's quarters. After a series of soft raps on the door it opened just a crack, showing a dim interior only lit by candlelight\n\"Abbas,\" She whispered, \"May I ask a favor?\"\n\"My Lady, it is late. What could you possibly need at such an hour?\" A sleepy voice replied, followed by a yawn.\nVezda glanced back to William then with a mischievious little smirk.\n\"Care to elope, my lord?\" She leaned over to breathe in his ear."
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"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\nWilliam followed Vezda closely, intrigued by what her new idea might. *She's had only good ones tonight*, he thought. There was no reason to think that this one would be any different. Making their way through the gardens, even crossing by that fountain that had given him the chance to ask for some time with her, they arrived to the main house. From then on, they had to be silent. Vezda took them through dimly lit corridors before stopping before a room and knocked it. Her plan became clear soon after. \n\"Vezda...\", he could only say. William was rarely at loss for words, always having a quip or some clever remark ready for use. \"Excuse us, Wisdom\", he said, pulling the door to stop the priest from overhearing anything. He pulled her closer while considering his words carefully. \n\"Eloping would be the high point of the whole evening. It would make for a good story too. But, and I know how this sounds, it wouldn't do us any good. Better to wed before your family, before witnesses. Then nobody would be able to claim that our union is anything but valid\". William was indeed the risk taker, a maverick by any account but his risks were usually calculated. He wouldn't endanger the validity of their marriage on a whim. \"It's going to be fine. You'll wear your pretty dress, we'll say some words, attend a feast, make everyone jealous in the process and then it will be over. I am sure we can both handle that\""
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor House\n\nAh, William. How would she explain this?\n\"What makes you think I do not intend to show up at my own wedding, which my family has gone through much expense to prepare? I only wish to... *Consummate* It... Sooner than expected. Perhaps more than once,\" She murmurs with a salacious wink, squeezing his hand.\nIf she were an ordinary woman, without her titles or her family's expectations to burden her, she would ignore all propriety and simple have led him back to his own guest chambers and done what lovers do. But, she was not. There were rules, and there were consequences for not following those rules. William, understandably, did not want to risk the ire of her family, nor did she.\nWhich left them there, standing at the Wisdom's door, Vezda waiting for William to decide if he too wanted to bend a few of the rules that night."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nNasaris Manor House\n\n\"Oh... Oh, I see. A crafty little loophole\", said William, sharing her smile with new found understanding. He brought her hand, the one that squeezed his, to his face and gave it a kiss, a small reward for her quick thinking. \"If you ever see something that I am ignoring, don't keep it to yourself\". \nThen, he knocked on the door himself. His impatience was evident. The Wisdom opened the door once again, clearly perplexed by the whole situation. \n\"Lady Vezda and I have need of your services\", his tone being demanding, as if he was ordering him men into battle."
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor House\n\n\"Please,\" She added softly, giving Abbas her best, sweetest smile. \"Abbas, will you-\"\nWhile they had been quietly conversing the wisdom had lit a few more candles in the room, enough to make himself visible when he reappearred at the door with a heavy, disapproving scowl and a sigh directed towards Vezda.\n\n\"My Lady,\" He began, his tone stern as he seemed about to refuse them but softening when her hopeful smile dimmed. Abbas was too old for the fancies of youth.\n\"Lady Vezda,\" He continued, softer, \"Your father has given me his consent to wed you if you came to me in private but I cannot, in good conscience, do so. *However,\"* He trailed off, sighing yet again and reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose .\n\n\"However?\" Vezda prodded, now curious.\n\"Should you wish to be discrete, I will allow you access to my study. I expect you both to be gone before the sun rises, found in your *Own* Beds by the time you are called for the morning meal, do I make myself clear?\"\n\nVezda was puzzled by this, and conflicted. A part of her wanted to take him up, to take the key he was now offering from his bedside table. Another part of her was looking to William, worried that the consequences of even *One* Flaunting of the rules would be one too many to risk putting his fledgling lordship in a bad position.\n\"William?\" She asked, wanting to know his heart on the matter, to know his thoughts."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor House\n\n*Not in good consciousness. What is that supposed to mean?*, thought William. Priests always confused and irritated him, operating at least on the surface utilizing a much different code of conduct than most people. Just like this one. While he claimed not being able to marry them, even though he was authorized to do so, this man of the gods had no issues in accommodating their desires. *He's even patronizing us*, he thought slightly angered by the whole exchange. William would have taken him up on his offer immediately under normal circumstances but these were far from normal. He would have things done in the proper manner or not at all. That provided security.\n\"Far be it from me to defy the will of a man pledged to Holy Service, your Wisdom\", he begun, his frustration reflected in his tone, \"But since Lord Nasaris has given his consent and the Lady is clearly acting of her own volition, I can't see what exactly troubles your consciousness. Furthermore...\", he continued by placing a hand on Vezda's shoulder, \"Can you deny Lady Vezda's wish? She's a hopeless romantic\". *I am going to pay for that comment*, thought William but he wagered that people would be more inclined to fulfill her wishes than his. She was the beloved daughter of their Lord after all. He hoped that she could appreciate his own little ploy"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor House\n\nOld Abbas' gaze moved from Vezda to William, surprised at being addressed by the young man. With a deep frown, he began to lecture both of them.\n\"Marriage is an unbreakable promise, a commitment for life, something sacred *Not* To be entered into lightly for the sake of... Of...\"\nVezda, taking William's cue, played up the part of lovesick lady right then as the old wisdom began to grow ever more irritated by the two of them.\n\"But Abbas, I have already agreed to marry Lord Guiscard... Whether or not I fell in love with him at first sight.\"\nRolling his eyes, he leaned past the two of them to glance up and down the hall before pulling them into his private quarters and closing the door, locking it as he did.\n\"Fine, fine! If it will soothe your aching, lovesick heart, and get me back into my bed before it grows cold then I will wed you both tonight.\"\n*And the next time I speak to her father, remind him what a boil on my arse his children can be when it comes to respecting traditions,* He thought to himself."
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"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor House\n\nAt the sound of *Love at first sight* William cleared his throat. *Oh don't oversell it!!*, he thought. The Wisdom was stringy and really really old but he was not stupid. Yet he seemed to relent to their advances. He brought them inside quickly and locked the door, whining while he was at it about missing his soft,warm bed. \n\"Say the words, Wisdom. Speed is of the essence\", he said as the man was gathering some things around the room, preparing for the impromptu ceremony. He embraced Vezda from behind, lowering his head to whisper in her ear. \"You must be the luckiest Lady in Terresol. You'll get two weddings for the price of one\", he said before placing a kissing on her neck. \"Are we getting there, your Wisdom?\""
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor House\n\nAs she watched the wisdom preparing for a quick and private marriage ceremony before the gods, William surprised her by embracing her and kissing the nape of her neck. It was perhaps the most tender touch she'd allowed from any man and she found herself enjoying it, her heart fluttering with excitement.\n\"I am the luckiest in Marin to be wed to you,\" She replied in a whisper meant only for him. When Abbas has returned to them, grumbling and huffing about the impatience of youth, Vezda glance back at William as she pulled from his arms and took her place as Abbas began an abbreviated version of the ceremony.\n–––\nMinutes later it was done, the vows said and blessings given, and the two of them- respectfully- shooed out of Abbas' quarters with a mumbled congratulations from the old wisdom and a key to his study. Vezda couldn't believe it- all at once it felt as though nothing had changed, yet *Everything* Had changed.\n\"William, do you... Would you like to...?\" She begins, offering him the study key with a blush. \"My husband. What do I call myself now, I wonder?\""
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"message": "William Guiscard \nNasaris Manor House\n\n\"Be careful what you wish for. I can be difficult to handle at times\", he said, placing another peck on her neck before straightening up and prepared for the ceremony. The affair was over as quickly as it was arranged. They entered the room as two seperate entities. They exited as man and wife. \nWilliam took the key without saying a word. Vezda seemed unable to find the correct term about what was about to follow. The girl that almost beat him earlier blushed, her cheeks turning into a beautiful shade of red. \"Well, my wife\", he said as he approached, \"That's a really good question but I have an even better one\". And with that, William swept her off her feet with one quick move, holding her as newly weds usually hold each other. \"Where's that study?\""
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor Hous\n\n*An hour before dawn...*\nEven though she knew it was unlikely even the earlist to rise would be wandering the halls at this hour Vezda was cautious as she opened the study door, pausing only to stifle a girlish giggle and swat at William's insufferable teasing caresses.\n\"You are truly insatiable,\" She hissed, still breathless, with her hair mussed from their boisterous activities. \"When you said you would be *Difficult to handle* This is not what I had imagined!\"\nClosing and locking the study once they had both crept out, she slid the key under Abbas' door and turned to William, her heart skipping a beat at seeing his flushed grin in the dimly lit hall. Gods, he was a gorgeous man, but they needed to keep up appearances for just a few days more until the official, public ceremony.\n\"Go. I will see you at the first meal,\" She murmured, squeezing the hand she'd been holding since leaving the study they'd holed themselves up in. \"I... Is it too soon to say I may love you?\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor House\n\n\"What do you spy with your little eye?\", whispered William while he was glued to her, pinching her sides and kissing her neck as she was checking the corridors outside of their little nest. Vezda protested sweetly but that only caused further teasing. He felt excited, revitalized, giddy, all these feelings one associated with the activities that they had partaken in. \"I am the insatiable one? You locked me in an study for hours\", said William, his turn to feign protest. \"I wish to be compensated\". \nAfter making sure that she it was safe to exit, they did so and Vezda locked the door behind them. William found himself grinning like a fool again. Some God or another had done him a solid favor by bringing her to him. For the last few years, he had made peace with the idea of being in an arranged marriage with a Lady that might prove uninteresting or dim-witted or plain. Vezda was the complete opposite of all these things and in the span of a single evening she had done everything in her power to prove that point. *I should say my prayers more often*.\n\"Love?\", he said, testing the word in his mouth. William had perished the thought of such a thing being possible years ago. *Love*. \"Give it a few months first. You may grow tired of me\", he said with a wink, reverting to his quiping in an attempt to shake that peculiar feeling in his stomach."
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor House\n\nVezda couldn't help but laugh at the idea of tiring of him. It was a possibility- all things were, as their marriage was still young.\n\"Heart of mine, I shall never tire of you so long as you continue being a good sparring partner with wit, sword, and *Dagger,\"* She whispered against his lips as she leaned in for a parting kiss, moving to nip the lobe of hear ear before breaking from their embrace. \"Now off with you, you insufferable ruffian.\"\n–––\n*Later that morn...*\nTrying to stifle a yawn as she entered the great hall, Vezda again took the seat across from William at this meal. The cook had gone out of her way to prepare more- and more *Extravagant*- food than usual for William and his men, to show off their wealth more than likely. Vezda was just happy for a hearty breakfast after the evening's sparring match.\n\"How does the morning find you, William? You seem... Tired. I hope the guest house has been comfortable. If it's not to your liking I could ask my father to move you and your men somewhere more suitable?\" She teased gently, winking at him across her plate."
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"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor House\n\n\"Alas, no ladies were available to provide their services. A bath would have been perfect\", William whispered back while she offered him food and drink. \"I can already picture it in fact. Much better than being doused with water by one of your men...\". Lord Nasaris' arrival cut him off as he rose up in show of respect to his noble host. The two men exchanged nods but there was an urgency in the Lord's moves as he approached Vezda and whispered something in her ear. \nIf William suspected that something was wrong, his wife's reaction to whatever she had been told confirmed those suspicions. Her voice was trembling, the color from her face had been washed away. \"My Lord, excuse me but if there is anything I can do, you need only ask\", he interjected almost reflexively, only for Vezda to request that she follow her. He nodded in agreement and followed her towards the path they had walked last night, out of the hall and into the gardens. After walking in silence for a bit, William stopped Vezda by placing a hand on her shoulder. \"You look like you were punched in the gut. What is going?\", he asked, anxious to find out what could have caused her such distress"
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\nWhen William placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her Vezda allowed it but did not raise her eyes to his, instead choosing to keep her gaze on her hands where they were clasped in front of her. Gods, should she even tell him? He had a right to know.\nDuring the night, someone had stolen all of the gold she and her family had put aside as her dowry. Years of her winnings from many tournaments and a substantial amount of her father's money, gone. With only half a dowry left- highly prized, expensive warhorses- and already wed to her, she was sure he would feel cheated.\n\"William,\" She began, reaching up to take his hand and clasping it in both of hers, \"My father discovered that a substantial amount of the dowry you were promised... Was stolen.\"\nAfter a long pause, she released his hands and shifted her gaze off to the side, looking out over the gardens. \"If you wish to have our marriage annulled or not, that is your choice but my father and brother *Are* Investigating the theft.\"\n*Let there be no lies and no secrets between husband and wife,* That was part of the vows handed down through generations of her family. Vezda had been honest with him, whatever the outcome. *Please, Basir, fix this before everything is ruined,* She thought to herself."
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"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Family Gardens\n\n\"Fuck\", was the only thing that he could say. \n*I should have expected something to go wrong*, he thought. Years of mercenary life could turn everyone into a cynic of one degree or another. A little part of him knew that things couldn't have been so easy and straightforward.\n\"No I won't do that. But I'll have to raise merry hell\". Breaking up their betrothal now, especially when it was mere formality at this point would be disadvantageous to everyone involved. All the effort to annul their secret marriage, the bad blood between their Houses, the loss of the dowry and the loss of Vezda, a concern that he had to admit was growing, made that option unappealing and pointless. *What if...*\n\"I'll have to ask for more horses and perhaps a writ of repayment set for... Ten years. Do you think your father would accept?\". He afforded her the same honesty that she had given him. It was clear although unspoken that even after their newfound closeness, there was still an element of profit in their marriage.\nVezda has still looking out towards the gardens, refusing to meet his sight. William moved to embrace her from behind, an affectionate gesture that was already growing on him.\n\"Oh cheer up, will you? You are not gonna get rid of me so easily\""
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"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\nWas she hearing him correctly? Perhaps she had fainted and the feeling of his arms circling her waist from behind was merely a pleasant dream.\n\"My father would agree to almost *Anything* To keep you from breaking the betrothal off,\" She said, confident that she spoke the truth. \"But I know that you must feel *Some* Frustration at that loss. You did not come across all of Terresol for *Horses.\"*\n*Even if they are expensive warhorses,* She thought to herself.\nHer father had told her that William's estate was meager, had warned her that he might only be marrying her for her dowry. *As long as he isn't some old, fat, ugly, lecherous man, I can accept a bit of greed,* She had told him. William didn't strike her as 'greedy' though. Pragmatic, willing to do whatever it took to secure his position and perhaps elevate it, certainly.\nPlacing her hands over his where they were on her hips, she finally turned to look at him over her shoulder.\n\"Why? Is it because you so enjoyed what I did to you last night, in the study? Has another woman never...? I would have figured a mercenary of your experience...\" She teased, trying to lighten the mood."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Family Gardens\n\n\"Why not? I want my mounted soldiers to be the best in South Feyshore. Your family has the best horses\". He wasn't lying. William had drafted them and equipped them at significant cost, Eagle's Nest barely making enough money at its current state, however the marked drop in banditry and animal theft made it all worth it. If he wanted to attract people to move there, Eagle's Nest should be seen as a safe place. \n\"The dowry would have been welcome though. I spent most of my mercenary earnings on repairs what with the castle being rundown after the Chaos. A large infusion of hard currency into my vaults would have given me some space to work with\", he admitted. \"My Seneschal almost did a little dance when he saw your father's offer\"\n\n\"Oh stop it\", he winced before stopping her with a kiss. Embracing her was one thing but it was especially careless of him to show his affection so openly but he did it anyway. \"You are smart... You are competitive... You speak your mind freely...\", each οf her virtues punctuated by peck on her lips. \"What's not to like?\". *She is also a hell of an asset*, he thought. Vezda came from good stock with the Nasaris' being respected far and wide. She had grown up as a member of the nobility. She knew how they thought and acted. William had a mind for plans and plots but he lacked this perspective. In hindsight their marriage had been arranged almost too well. She gave him legitimacy, access and refinement. He gave her the space to be exactly who she wanted to be"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\n*What's not to like?* Her thoughts echoed after his kisses, her smile birghtening into a grin as his words brought her mood up considerably. How easily they were beginning to find a rhythm.\n\"We will find who took it and we will get it back, this I promise you William. Hm. William... Is it alright if I call you Will or perhaps Willy instead?\" She asked, relaxing back against his chest. While she normally found her slightly taller than average stature for a lady to be off-putting, William was taller still. Vezda liked it quite a bit, being able to feel short for once, to feel... *Dainty* Even.\n\"Tell me of Eagle's Nest. Of your seneschal and your men. I want to know everything about my new home. Do you have a captain of the guard? What are they like?\"\nIt had occurred to her how little she knew about the place she would soon call home for perhaps the rest of her life, besides the fact it had been abandoned in the strife on the west side of that portion og Marin. Vezda hadn't even talked to any of his men yet.\n\"Your men- what do they think of me?\" She added."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\n\"Not Willy!! My mother called me Willy!!\", exclaimed William. *Is this really necessary? My name is not that convoluted*, he thought. William had grown to hate pet names. Often they were used to belittle and slander. When he became a Captain, William insisted on being called by his full name. He had even dueled a Southern Islander for speaking out of turn. He had to remind himself though that Vezda meant well. \"Will is fine. But only when we are alone, please or with very close friends. Lord Will doesn't sound that prestigious\". \n\n\"Slow down, dear. One question at a time\", said William. Vezda seemed excited about moving to another land although William was afraid that she might be disappointed. South Feyshore was a rugged place, a far cry from Terresol. \n\"I haven't talked much with them since we came here but I don't think that you'll have a problem with them. They're good people and value straightforwardness. Most of them are like that. They went through so much in the last decade or so, suffered so much loss and still when I went through their villages asking for recruits they were ready to do their part. Treat them with respect and they'll follow you anywhere. As for the land itself, well... It's not Terresol. It has tall mountains on its borders with Araedia and this land, traversable only by a few paths. It's more wooded than Terresol too. They're perfect for hunting. Boars mostly but deer can also be found. The rest of the land is arable but lots of it is empty. Many people died or were displaced during the war and I am trying to attract new settlers\". He paused, waiting to see if she had any questions. *Or to express her abject horror about leaving all this beauty and luxury to go live on the countryside*"
},
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\nHis outrage at the idea of her calling him Willy made her laugh even when she knew she shouldn't. *Was it really so bad?* She thought. \n\"Of *Course* Only in private,\" She agreed, rolling her eyes though he wouldn't see it, \"I merely though that we know each other well enough now that I could stop being quite so formal with you when nobody else is around.\"\nWhen William began to describe his men, Eagle's Nest and the lands surrounding it, Vezda fell silent, trying to take all of the information in. Eagle's Nest didn't sound like the most appealing place but she was reminded of Diran's words: *Before you can ride the horses, you must shovel the horse shit.* \n\"It sounds like the perfect place to start a house of our own, with many, *Many* Sons to build it up to a great and prosperous family like my father has here,\" She said, smirking as she shifted to prod William in the ribs. \"Sons and daughters, if you permit me to train them as I have been.\""
},
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\n\"Really? I thought you wanted to ride in tournaments and put men on their backs. I must have been mistaken\", said William as he pinched Vezda through the thin fabric of her dress in retaliation. \"Can pregnant women joust?\", he asked as if he was genuinely curious. \"Do you think that they make armor for them? Sounds rather uncomfortable if you ask me\". The prospect of raising his own family though, children of his own that would make him proud and strengthen his name, was rather appealing. His wife painted a wonderful picture, the name Guiscard being treated with the same respect and commanding as much wealth as did her own. Vezda seemed to be every bit as ambitious as he was. Changing his tone, he turned Vezda around so that they were facing each other. \n\"In all seriousness though. I know that Eagle's Nest isn't much but I have dreams for it, as well as for myself. I want to achieve so many things before I meet the Gods ,Vezda and I'll fight for them tooth and nail. I feel better knowing that I won't have to do all of the fighting on my own. You clearly want to be involved in everything and I wouldn't want it any other way.\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\n\"I *Do* Wish to continue riding in tournaments,\" She agreed, swatting at his hand when his naughty fingers began to pinch at her side, \"But I will not if I am with child. Though I will not stop training at arms- with care, of course- until I am too heavy to swing a sword properly.\"\nStrangely, she had never pictured herself in such a way: rounded belly, heavy with child. *William's* Child, which even now she might be carrying. This realization made her heart flutter and skip a beat, the idea pleasant to her.\nWhen William turned her around and poured his heart out to her, Vezda grinned- not a grin of amusement, but the grin of someone about to lead a battle charge. The gods had done well to meddle in their affairs and bring him to her.\n\"And I am glad I have been blessed with a man who is not some pampered, spineless dog who is all bark and no bite,\" She murmured as she reached up, the pad of her thumb brushing his bottom lip as she went on. \"Nor is he humble, soft-spoken, and easily forgotten. He is a *Wolf,* And beside him, his mate who is every bit as ready to lead the attack.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor Gardens\n\n*A wolf, huh?*, thought William. *I suppose that I exhibit some predatory characteristics*. Vezda's delicate touch sent tingles down his spine while her blue eyes burned with such ferocity. William moved in for a kiss once again before the sound of some far away gardener distracted him. The man was attending to his work and was coming closer to their little spot. \"I think that we might have to return to the Hall\", said William before diverting his kiss to her cheek. \"I will have to say some words that I don't mean. Don't give them any thought. If you can, push your father to accept. My offer wont' be unreasonable but some of his advisors might advise him against it\". William would have to play the part of the indignant, cheated nobleman whose dowry was in danger. He would have to sell that ruse as believably as was possible. Of course that part would give an opening to those that might have an interest in sabotaging things even in this stage. The dowry was stolen by someone after all, money does not have a mind of its own. \"We're nearly there, dear. Just one last obstacle to surpass\"\n—\n*A few hours later*\nWilliam exited Lord Nasaris' study far more tired than he had entered it. They were to take a break. Negotiations had dragged on more than he expected. William had asked for 20 more horses and a written promise to be repaid within ten years. Lord Nasaris seemed to be willing to agree but his Seneschal had other ideas, interjecting regularly. *I'll have to get her a message*, he thought, pondering the choices in his disposal. When he found his solution, a man that had both the access and was beyond reproach, William chuckled. He started making his way towards the rooms of Wisdom Abbas"
},
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nBasir Nasaris' Quarters\n\nVezda nodded when he kissed her cheek, turning to brush her nose against his as she looked into his eyes one last time before parting from him. Passing through the manor house she decided to seek out her elder brother to see if he had made any progress finding out what had happened. Basir welcomed her at the door of his study with a firm hug, giving her a curious look as he took her in.\n\"Little sister, you look especially radiant today despite the news. Did you already crush his spirits?\" Basir teased as he closed the door her. Vezda only ever visited his quarters to talk business; leisurely visits were something saved for the training yard or the hall.\n\"No, Basir. Unlike your lady wife I don't take any pleasure in trying to *Break* My playthings. Have you any news?\" Vezda inquired, drifting over to sit in an overstuffed chair. \"William is furious. He's threatened to break the bethrothal off unless father adds more horses to the dowry but you know how Piruz can be.\"\nBasir followed her, leaning on the edge of a great wood desk with a sigh as he looked over to her. The expression in his eyes told her everything- she knew her brother well.\n\"You already know who it is.\"\n—\n\"Veda?\" Basir questioned, concerned by how long his younger sister had sat in complete silence after he'd finished relaying everytthing he knew so far. It was very unlike her to be so... *Calm.*\n\"Basir, please walk me to my rooms. Today has been an exhausting day and I would like to rest,\" She said, her voice barely more than a whisper as she stood up and crossed his study. Oh, she *Was* Angry but she was also exhausted, needing time alone with her thoughts while Diran and Basir uncovered more."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nNasaris Manor \n\nThe Wisdom was his usual uncooperative self. That was to be expected. He claimed to be tired and deep in his studies. *Whatever did you do that made you so tired, I shall never know*. He briefly entertained the thought of sneaking into Vezda's room but he quickly realized that it was his tired mind talking. He elected instead to rest for a moment. He returned to his rooms where another guard stood outside . He had seen the boy training under Gerard but he hadn't learned his name yet. He diligently hailed his Lord and unlocked the door. *Maybe*\n\"When are you relieved?\", he asked as an idea was forming in his head.\n\"In two candles time, my Lord\", answered the Guard.\n\"I have a task for you\", said William and rushed inside. His hosts had provided writing utensils and paper, should he wish to write back home and he made use of them now. He had learned writing late in his life, at Robert's insistence. He carefully picked his words, asking Vezda to meet him where they had spared or to write back if she had a better place in mind. He hoped that his letters were legible. After the ink was dry, William passed the message to the guard. He was to slip it under the door of Vezda's room as stealthily as possible.\nAfter he was done, William collapsed on the bed, needing to rest for what was to come"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nVezda's Rooms, Nasaris Manor\n\nVezda was half awake, resting in a beam of sunlight that fell over the lounging couch in her room with a half-read book resting on her bosom when she heard footsteps approaching. Then, they were gone again- without a knock on her door. *Curious,* She thought to herself, eyes still closed as she dozed, *Usually my brothers and the servants knock if they need to speak to me.*\nDeciding that she should at least put away the book if she wasn't going to finish reading it Vezda opened her eyes and stretched, smiling when she spotted the folded letter just inside her door. Standing and crossing the room to pick it up, she opened it and skimmed the contents before folding it up again and placing it on a nearby table.\n—\nWhen Vezda arrived down at the training yard she found herself scanning the area for William, her heart skipping a beat when she finally spotted him. Although she was still quite tired, she was glad to see him again, this time with some good news.\n\"Basir and Diran found the one responsible. It was one of our newer guards. They believe a former suitor put him up to it, to humiliate you and perhaps make you break the betrothal off. It seems that you've made someone *Jealous,* William,\" She says, reaching out once close enough to him to curl her fingers around his much larger hand."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\nWilliam paced around the training yard anxiously. Had Vezda received his message? Was it perhaps intercepted? Thankfully, the former had happened as Vezda appeared, coming down the path that they had used last night. He waved at her to catch her attention and she begun rushing towards. She seemed happy, the news were probably good.\nShe proceeded to confirm his suspicion. *An earlier suitor, huh? Lordlings and their egos*, he thought. William wanted to grab this man and make a bloody example out of him as warning to others of his ilk. His heart started beating faster but then he stopped himself. With a deep breath, he pressed on.\n\"Bloody bastards. I expected resistance towards this marriage but not to this degree. You would think that if they desired you so much they would have already married you\". He wanted to do and say far harsher things but there would come a time for them. \"Tell your brother to keep an eye on your Seneschal. You would think that you were his own daughter by the way he acted during the negotiations\", he added. *I should thank Basir when this is done*,he thought, making a mental note of it."
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"It's not about desire, my heart,\" She said, leading him over to sit on one of the worn wooden benches that ringed the hard-packed dirt yard used for sparring and training. \"It is about *Power.* Whoever did this means to goad you into exposing... Into exposing that you are not one of us.\"\nThe words, once spoken aloud, made her furious, her jaw clenching and color rising in her cheeks with her ire. This was also a punishment on *Her* For refusing- and further insulting, by choosing William in his stead- whichever entitled lord was behind it all.\nThe whole thing made her want to scream and rage and shout obscenities as she pummeled a training partner.\n\"The seneschal means well, and William... I think I know of a way to settle this dispute. How ready are you to fight for your claim to my hand?\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\n*Of course. The old issue*. Perhaps, William thought, other Lords treated him in such manner because they were reminded of their true origins. Every family, every house, if it followed its line back to its founder they would find a man like William. True nobility it seems did not come from bloodlines or chivalry. It came from being tough, resilient and grabbing every chance you get with both hands. *If that is what they want to see. I will give it to them*\n\"Oh, I am ready to fight for it all right. If I don't, whomever did this, will win. He'll have defeated both of us. And I don't take well to being defeated\". His free hand had curled into a fist, seething with anger. \"What do you have in mind, dear?\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"Once Basir finds out who put the guard up to this, you could issue him a challenge. If he wants me- and my dowry- let him win it from you.\" \nVezda's words were firm, though she had her doubts. It was an enormous risk to take and the stakes were high- William could be injured or killed, even as skilled as he was in a fight. Any man willing to steal a dowry that did not belong to him would no doubt fight unfairly. In the event William *Was* Slain, she would be bound to marry the victor. But... Such things were not one-sided.\n\"When you issue the challenge, William,\" She said, reaching over to cover his fist with her other hand as her tone turned icy, cunning, \"Be bold. If you should win, demand lordship of *His* House as your prize in addition to my hand. Show the others that anyone who wishes to try taking food from your plate because they see you as lesser will lose their hand... And their plate as well.\"\nHer last words came with a snarl as she squeezed his fist, blue eyes burning with a ferocity only Diran would have recognized."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\nWilliam listened to Vezda's plan carefully. Her idea was bold and he loved every bit of it, her knowledge of the nobility's customs coming into play once again. She was apparently as furious as he was about the whole thing, her eyes shining with rage, her delicate hand that had caressed him and touched him with such love and adoration, was now curled into a fist, much like his own. *Remember, she's is a wolf too. And she smells blood*\n\"I like it. I like it very much. I thought that making a bloody example out of the fool would have been out of the question but it seems that I was mistaken. And if it makes others think twice about crossing us while also making us richer and more powerful. I think you've conjured up the perfect storm, my dear\". *Is it too early to feel proud of her? Or terrified perhaps?*, he thought before placing his other hand over hers."
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"Spilling blood is... Not something we Terresolans relish doing, and we do not do it often,\" She explains, shrugging one shoulder, \"But an insult to you is an insult to *Me* As well and if he wouldn't act the coward I would challenge him myself.\"\nWilliam was perhaps the first and only man outside of her immediate family and the staff they employed who didn't treat her like some delicate creature, who didn't chastise her from doing and saying exactly how and what she pleased. It was... Unexpected. And that he hadn't flinched when her warrior lust slipped the leash, well, that only showed him to be the perfect match in her mind.\n\"Now then. While there is nothing to do but wait on others to gather more information... How shall we occupy ourselves? Do you read? I know you can write- poorly, but I have hope I can improve that.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Manor\n\n\"Believe me, I don't like killing either. I've done too much of it to enjoy it. But sometimes it is necessary\". \n*What had Robert said? \"Sparing an enemy today means he'll get a chance to kill you tomorrow\" Or something like that. Robert likes to play the philosopher like that*, he thought. But his friend did have a point. Dead men can't take revenge for anything.\n\"I can read as well as I write. I was late to that party I am afraid\". Reading and writing was a luxury for farmers and their children,even those that could earn a decent living like William's parents. \"Why don't we take a ride instead?\", he proposed. \"A good chance to try the famous Nasaris horses\"."
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Stables\n\nAll he had to was say the word and she was more than happy to take him to see her family's pride: their horses. For generations they had worked hard to breed sound, strong, and brave warhorses, as well as a smaller number of dependable riding horses, one of whom she was now introducing to William.\n\"This is *Goval,\"* Vezda said as she offered the stout gray beast a palmful of sweet grains, \"He is to be part of the dowry- a young stallion, capable of siring many fine warhorses in the future. He is not yet fully trained but he shows promise.\"\nWalking to a pen several paces away, Vezda whistled and was answered with a deep, excited nicker from another horse, this one almost pure white.\n\"And this... Is Beyaz, whom I have raised from birth. She is my horse. Shall I ask the stablehand to saddle them both?\" His wife asked as she let the horse nip and tug at the sleeve of her dress."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Stables \n\n\"Goval\", he repeated, testing the word in his mouth. The Terresolans had such colorful and foreign sounding names. One of the many things that he liked about this place. *Besides Goval's mistress*, he thought looking at his wife while she explained how this horse would bring forth tens of others. \"Lucky boy\" Said William as he petted the stallion. \"No shortage of mares for you\".\nThen, they moved to Vezda's horse, a beautiful white mare named Beyaz. \n\"Of course she would be yours. Did you steal her from one of your brothers? Couldn't accept that she would belong to another?\", he told her as he placed a hand around her waist.\nWilliam nodded in agreement. The Nasaris Manor had lost a bit of its warmth and hospitality after Vezda's revelation. If a guard had been on their enemy's payroll, others could be as well. \"I did say that I wanted a ride. Some fresh air would do us good\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Stables\n\nAfter calling the stablehand over and giving him instructions to find another hand to brush and saddle the two horses, Vezda led William back outside to walk along one of the fields where pregnant mares were kept under watchful, armed guard. \n\"She was a gift from Diran,\" Vezda answered finally, smiling as she watched the horses grazing, some at ease enough to rest in the grass and laze about in the sunshine, \"A foal sired by his own horse. My brothers would never have picked a mare for their own mounts.\"\nThough their relationship as husband and wife was nascent, she was beginning to learn his moods. Something was on his mind, in his thoughts still, even as they were seeking some leisure.\n\"What troubles you? You are glancing at each guard we pass as if they might leap out at you. If you tell me, perhaps I could put your mind at ease, William.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Stables\n\n\"Ahh, your trainer yes\", said William in acknowledgement. His eyes were busy scanning the guards and the attendants, ever mindful of their movements. \n\"Hmm...\". Vezda's voice forced him to refocus his attention on her. \"Oh, I am sorry. It's nothing really\", he said, trying to alleviate her concerns. *She isn't going to believe me*. Vezda was a trained fighter, taught to keep her eyes open at all times. *She's also clever, nobody's fool* \n\"I am just looking forward to seeing more of your beautiful home\". The excuse was flimsy but he wouldn't say more however much she decided to press him."
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Stables\n\n*What is going on in that mind of his?* She wondered, noting his distraction. As much as she wanted to pull him aside, to wheedle the truth out of him- the frail excuse he gave didn't fool her, not for a second- she would far prefer he simply tell her of his own accord. *Whatever it is can also wait,* She thought, wanting to enjoy her last few days in Terresol doing the things she would miss most.\n\"My Lady, your horses,\" The stablehand called from behind them, holding the reins to both Geval and Beyaz, now groomed and saddled for them. \n\"I hope you can handle him,\" Vezda says, gesturing to William so that the stablehand would give him the stallion's reins. \"He has a nasty habit of throwing riders when they least expect it. I had hope to train him out of it before I married, but here you are.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Lands\n\n\"Really?\" *How ironic it would be to go from a broken back?*, he thought. It would certainly give a lot of people a good laugh. He climbed on the saddle and petted the animal in an attempt to keep it calm. \"I'll have to be careful then. Do try to keep up, dear\", he said before urging the horse to move. \"Especially because I don't know where I am supposed to go\"\n\nVezda did catch up with him of course and in a few minutes, she had easily overtaken him. They settled into a pleasant enough speed. Their route took them through fields and meadows with the sun gently caressing their skin. The manor with its hidden eyes and dangers was far away now, allowing him to relax a bit. *We are far enough*, he thought. \n\"Vezda!! Any chance we might stop for a bit?\", he shouted"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nSomewhere on the wider Nasaris Estate\n\nBreathing hard, with a gleeful smile, Vezda slowed her mare to match William's pace. During their ride several tendrils of hair had come loose from where she had tied it back and now fell into her face, giving her a more youthful look as she glanced over to her husband.\n\"Of course, and I know just the place.\"\nTaking the lead again, she rode through a thicket and down into a small valley, stopping Beyaz beside a body of water that was not quite as large as a lake, nor as small as a pond, with a river flowing from one end. It was peaceful here, the only sounds around them the gentle lapping of the water and the singing of birds in the trees nearby.\n\"The horses can drink and rest while we talk,\" The dam knight explained as she dismounted, leading her horse to the water's edge and wadiing in to the knee so that she could cup a palmful of the cold water for herself. After sating her thirst, she glanced back to William, curious why he had stopped them."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William couldn't have asked for a better location. Out of the way, covered by trees and branches this spot seemed to be cut off from the world, a little piece of it meant only for them. He dismounted as well and brought Goval next to Beyaz. Vezda entered the pond herself and drank from its waters, not caring much about her dress. *She only cares for her armor and her weapons. Dresses can be replaced*, he thought, with a smirk on his face. \"I am sorry for acting so cold back there\", William started explaining himself. \"I was afraid that more people might be working for someone other than your family. I needed to be somewhere with less eyes on my back. To steady myself I supposed\". William had fought in hundreds of engagements, faced down dangerous men, yet those were enemies that he could see. Those that he couldn't see... Those unnerved him \n*It isn't paranoia when they are truly out to get you*. William was well aware of the dangers of his position. He even slept with a dagger under his pillow. Except for last night. He had allowed himself to go soft, even for a little while and that should never be repeated."
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nNasaris Estate\n\n*So* That *Was why he was acting so strangely,* She thought, mirroring his smirk as she listening to his words. His concerns, his feelings- all were valid. Vezda had grown up in this world; William had not. When she spoke next she thought of their common ground,hoping that perhaps her guess would be correct.\n\"You feel vulnerable when you can't see the enemy, don't know if there *Is* An enemy,\" She stated as she waded out of the water, stopping in front of him. \"William, the guard responsible was new- brought into our employ in anticipation of a wedding and celebrations. Does that ease your mind?\"\nShe hoped it would. If it did not, she wasn't sure what else she could do. Vezda knew he was a grown man who could fend for his own damn self but she also wanted her new husband to feel at peace, to belong her as much as she did on her familial lands."
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"author": "pompoen",
"message": "Violet\nMonustes, Northern Terresol\n\nViolet was tired of explaining herself to this boy over and over again. And the longer she spent with this boy, the more she realized the danger she was putting him in. They didn't trust each other, couldn't rely on one another. And he didn't exactly know just how wanted of a woman she was. Their alliance was a miscalculation on her part. He'd be better off on his own, if she was being honest with herself. She herself posed more danger to him than anyone else could. More than three times now she had fantasized about gutting the boy. Her curse would rear its ugly head eventually. She'd kill him before the day was out, she was sure of that. \n\n\"I can't be around you, I was foolish. I have to go. Take your belongings and go back to your home.\"\n\nViolet suddenly boarded the horse, and without so much as a glance towards the boy she and the horse took off down the road."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nNasaris Estate\n\n\"A little but not by a lot. I must be careful, dear\", said William as he took one step forward and brought his hands around his wife. \"We must be careful. When Basir finds whomever was responsible and I declare my challenge, I expect things will get worse\". She herself had said that their enemies would be capable of anything. William knew of ways to coat weapons with poison, spike the food or a drink of an oppenent before a fight to weaken him, other tricks that people used. \n\"And to think that I thought this would be as simple as saying a few words in front of Wisdom. Well, in a way it was\". He had in fact said a few words before a Wisdom. The tough part came after. But William was determined to push forward, especially when there were so many things at stake."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Elsabet Olson\nMonustes, Northern Terresol\n\nMornings were always a quiet affair for Elsabet. She woke in a small apartment cramped above another cramped apartment, her huge hulking beast of a dog usually took up most of the bed save a sliver at the side.\n\nCú had been a welcome companion since her husband's passing. He was a loyal friend and guard and kept her on her feet and made her feel a little less mental when she spoke aloud to herself in her bedroom. He whined as she disturbed the bedclothes and burrowed deeper into his pillow with a huff and Elsie let out a laugh,\"Good morning to you too.\"\n\nIn a moment she sat before a small mirror and began braiding her hair in two, letting her fingers fall into the automatic pattern of a three strand braid then looped them around her head like a crown, sewing them in place with an embroidery needle and thread. Doing her hair always allowed her for some time to think or a way to ground herself on days where she didn't feel quite herself.\n\nWhen she was dressed in a simple linen shirt, Cotten trousers, boots and some light armour she left the house, locking her door as she and Cú trotted down the stairs and onto the streets. The noise of the bustling town filled Elsabet's ears as it truly reminded her how much she missed being on the road. She would trade a noisy town for hooves and footsteps any day.\n\nThe mercenary carried herself with the posture of a knight - proud and tall (and/or utterly full of herself, on some days) even when dark bags had started to creep across her face and her ankles clicked when her feet made particularly harsh steps on the foor.\n\nA street away from her favourite tavern, the retired knight's eyes caught on a woman riding off from the town, leaving behind an almost-man that stood, seemingly perplexed as she cantered off. *Well, that didn't look good* She thought.\n\n\"Hey, kid!\" She called over to him in new soltongue, approaching him with as open body language as she could. Cú padded alongside her with a dopey expression, a slobbery tongue sticking out of one side.\"Are you okay? Looks like you 'n' your sweetheart left things badly. Need a drink?\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nVezda took the opportunity to rock up onto the tips of her toes, her hands grasping William's forearms to steady herself as she placed a soft kiss on her new husband's lips. She knew this marriage would come with complications; what she had been wrong about was the source of them. Rather than finding herself betrothed to be married to a man she might never be more than acquiantances with outside of the marital bed, she now found herself with her perfect match... Only to have their union in jeopardy.\n\n\"Careful, but not paranoid, my heart,\" She murmured, rubbing the insides of his wrists with her thumbs as she smiled, blue eyes brave in the midst of such uncertainty. \"I know that you have not known me long but we did indeed say a few words in front of a Wisdom and I intend to honor them. As long as I draw breath, no dagger will find your back William.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"You say the nicest things, dear\", said William. Vezda's captivating blue eyes could convince him of anything and they had their desired effect once again. Little by little, he was returning to his more compossed self. \"You are right. Paranoia does not become me\", he admitted before looking over her shoulder to the water behind her. \n\"Do you think that we could take a swim?\", asked William. \"A small dip always cheers me up. Is it deep enough?\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nWilliam's change in mood brought her some ease as well, a slight smile appearing as she followed his gaze back to the water. She'd come her many times during her youth to swim, sometimes to fish. She knew the waters to be deep, clean, and refreshing.\n\"A swim would be wonderful. It appears much shallower than it is- I should think even a man of your height would not touch the rocks along the bottom. Sadly, I did not think to bring another under dress with me so in order to join you I would have to... Ah...\"\nVezda removed her hands from his arms to mimic taking her dress off, chuckling while doing so. The last time she had disrobed in front of him it had been in the dimly-lit study where the shadows had made her much bolder. *He is my husband; I do not have to be coy,* She tried to tell herself, but it did nothing."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"What?\", said William, confused for a moment. Her moves cleared the confusion quickly. He let out a hearty laugh. \"I think that we are past that point, dear\". He had already removed his cloak and was getting to work on his breeches. \"I'll have to lead by example then. It's always the most effective method to get others to follow you\", he said with a smirk. Teasing her was quickly becoming one of his favorite things and she seemed to enjoy doing the same when she got the chance. \nFully disrobed, he marched into the pond, letting the cold water rejuvinate him. After a few steps, he was indeed struggling to stand on his toes and then he was fully swimming. After taking a big breath, William immersed his head fully within the water. With his eyes closed, he let himself go limb and just enjoy the feeling."
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nShe was just about to return her husband's needling when he began to disrobe right there before her, stealing the words from her lips before she could speak them. *He's right,* She thought, reaching up to loosen the lacing at the throat of her dress before wriggling out of it. After tossing her things over to a grassy spot on the shore, she waded out, heart hammering behind her breastbone.\n*I have thrown myself onto the backs of untested stallions and jousted against men three times my weight and yet I find myself afraid to be exposed to my husband,* She mused, biting her lip. As the water reached her hips she leapt, then dived, coming up in a shower of droplets.\n\"Your example is quite lovely,\" She says at last, swimming over to William, \"Especially the ass.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nWilliam came up just as she was about to drop into the water. Dear Gods, he thought as he got a glimpse of his wife's physique, not under candlelight but under the full luminosity of the sun. Her hands were not the only strong thing about her. Her stomach had ripples going through it, her muscels being clearly defined while her legs were toned and strong. Mafalda wrought into flesh, he thought\n\"There she goes\", shouted William, urging her own. After a quick dive, she emerged once again\n\n\"My,my, Lady Nasaris. That's not how ladies talk you know\", he said as he begun circling around her like a predator. \"I was thinking that if training with swords has that effect, perhaps we should make sword training mandotory. Those hips could crush my neck\", he said returning the compliment before placing a quick peck on her neck, withdrawing before she could react. \"I bet nobody told you that before what with all the focus on being slender and slim\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nMore than once, her father had chastised her for the 'foul language' he thought she had picked up from his men as she trained them and trained with them. What he didn't know was that it had been Diran, her mentor and her father's closest friend, that she'd picked it up from.\n\"I am no lady,\" She corrected him, \"I am a knight, and at the moment I face a foe who is-\"\nHer words were interupted by William sneaking in to kiss her on the neck and flit away again before she could catch him, leaving her laughing in his wake.\n\"Wait, William... What did you say?\"\nSlender and slim. The words echoed in her thoughts as she paddled in the water, watching him swim circles around her. *Was he still teasing?* Her figure was a tender spot for her; she'd been mocked for needing her dresses cut and sewn a particular way because she was taller than average and \"Built like a man\" According to her own tailor."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"Did water get in your ears, dear? I like your hips\", he repeated quite clearly. \"I like your arms too and your belly. In fact, you are much more beautiful than I would have imagined Vezda\". He realized now by her reaction that the subject was probably very sensitive for her. The nobility placed expectations on every fibre on ones being and their appearance had to be one of the most taxing. \"Why would anyone want for you to stop training is beyond me\", continued William, not wanting to leave any doubt in her mind. \"Well, it's not really but you know what I mean. The important thing is I love how you look. Now please, say something else before I lose my reputation as a tough man. All these compliments...\", he said trying to lighten the mood"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nFor half a second, she thought she might have gone mad but William was neither a compulsive liar (that she knew of yet) nor was he jesting with her. A slow grin spread across her lips as she swam up to him, scoffing at the idea that anyone was around to hear their conversation.\n\"Your reputation is secure, rest assured. It is mine that is at risk. I have tried to deny my own nature as a woman for too long and now I have this vision, this... Gloriously witty, *Tough* Man before me, saying these things to me... If the men who think me an unforgiving sparring partner saw me now, my reputation would be finished.\"\nVezda was joking of course, grinning nearly ear to ear when she splashed water at William's chest to emphasize her words."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nVezda's mood changed from one of worry to one of happyness or so at least it looked it from his end. That's good, he thought. She had calmed him down and given him some peace of mind earlier. Doing the same seemed only proper especially when he wasn't lying about it. It was his time to smile when she complimented him. Women rarely had good things to say about him. He was prone to flight after a little while with them and they took that badly. William didn't mind the occassional curse but listening to actual praise was all too refreshing. \nWhen Vezda was close enough she splashed some water on him, no doubt in retaliation for his sneak attack earlier. Well then, I can't let such a thing go unpunished. \n\"That's it then. This must end\", he said before assuming a wicked grin and launched him self against her. Water splashed, Vezda squealed and screamed while trying to fight back. After a lot of concentrated effort on his part, even now, she refused to give an inch without a fight, William was finally able to place his feet on solid ground. He secured Vezda tightly, looking into her beautiful eyes. \"What will I ever do with you, my Lady? You are troublesome\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"Love me for all my days and share my bed all the nights, that is what.\"\nBreathless and giggling like a young girl, the words slipped free before she could think twice about them. Vezda was too busy squirming in her husband's arms, her feet held just inches off the bottom as she returned his gaze without flinching. It was all for show; if she truly meant to free herself, she knew better ways than floundering about as she was. \n\"Whatever *Will* You do with me, hm?\" She prodded, leaning in to graze his bottom lip with her teeth as she went on, \"Should I be scared, *Tough man?* We are all alone and I am captured, with my weapons nowhere to be seen...\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n*Love me for all my days and share my bed all the nights*, not an awful thought, all things considered. Not an awful one at all. He had in practice agreed to that already but in spirit... Well he was getting to that as well with each passing moment.\n\"You should be afraid. There are no witnesses here. I can be as harsh as I want\", said William before kissing her once again, a little more forcefully than other times. Judging from her reactions, Vezda seemed to appreciate it\n—\nAll seemed forgotten. No Lordlings out to get him or piercing eyes of spies occupied William's mind at the moment. Vezda was curled up next to him, her breath tingled his neck while he lazily waved his left hand through her hair, a perfectly peaceful moment. An escape from reality, a few moments of calm before the storm\n\"Do you think they'll miss us terribly?\", he whispered as if he was weary of breaking the silence between them. \"My men must be besides themselves\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nOn the cusp of consciousness and still bathed in the euphoria of his embrace, Vezda turned to press a kiss to her husband's neck while murmuring her reply to his inquiry.\n\"Your men know two things: that you are to be wed soon, and that both you and your betrothed have not so mysteriously disappeared,\" She mumbled as she trailed kisses up to his ear, pausing to nip the lobe gently. \"I am sure they will have figured out what is afoot.\"\nWhat she did not say was that she was reluctant to return bearing proof of their less-than-gentle coupling, nor was she eager to leave the warmth of his side just yet. It was nice, for once, to be completely at ease around someone else.\n\"Will your men go mad with worry if we stay just another hour?\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nWilliam chuckled. *Of course, they weren't stupid*, he thought. He hoped that they were content with just making excuses for him. \"I hope that your family isn't as astute as the boys. Would they make a big fuss, I wonder? Would they force me to marry you to safeguard your hon... Ugh!!\", he winced as Vezda bit his ear gently. \nWilliam opened his left eye to look at her. \"One hour? I don't think they'll mind\", he said before turning towards her, entangling his feet with her own. \"If they do, well I'll make sure to reward them for their trouble with some of the Lordlings wealth when I get my hands on it. Let it not be said that I don't take care of my own\""
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"I have disappeared with the man I am already betrothed to marry,\" Vezda pointed out as she moved in to nuzzle his jaw with a sigh of pure contentment. \"If anything they will be cross you could not wait until the wedding.\"\nEven though it was I who could not wait, she remembered as her arm snaked around his side, pulling her closer still to him. His body was firm, warm, and she found each of his many scars mesmerizing. When her fingers chanced upon one, she liked to stroke it, wondering what story it held.\n\"I shall speak to my father about adding some of our finest beer and wine to the dowry. Something tells me that your men would enjoy such things since trade is sparce in south shore currently.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"Oh they will love that. I am not sure how they'll be able to live back in South Feyshore\". *This place could make anyone want to stay and never leave*, he thought as his wife held him closer still. William noticed how his scars seemed to grab her attention. He himself didn't pay them much attention. They were just there, each representing a time that he hadn't been fast enough or careful enough in a fight. \n\"They are just a patch of skin, dear. It's not like the stories you might have read. Each and everyone means that someone was better than me for a little while\", said William as his moved to caress her cheekbone. \"I don't even remember where I got most of them\". He might have been taking away some of the magic of it all but it was the truth. *She's just read about and played war. She hasn't actually fought in one. All of it must be a big tale of heroism and glory in her head*"
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"author": "madsmortum",
"message": "Vezda Nasaris\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"I still wonder,\" His wife mumbled as she traced the line of a particularly long, jagged scar, her brows pulling together, \"How you got them, who gave them to you. Who could be better, faster, stronger than you,\" She mused.\nVezda wanted to know more about William as a man and as a mercenary. She could pick his brain for hours- if he let her- and still not know enough about him. *Is this what lo-*\n*Hush,* She interrupted herself, shocked by the thought. Flattening her palm on his hip, she turns her face up to look into his eyes.\n\"Is it so wrong to want to know everything about my husband? I spent last night wondering what type of fruit you preferred, whether you liked rain or sunshine, whether you liked the perfumed oil I sometimes wear...\"\nWith a short, self deprecating laugh, she smiles. \"I sound absolutely insane. And I am.\""
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"No you're... You're not insane. I find it quite... Reasonable\", said William. Vezda was only trying to be nice, trying to familiarize herself with the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She had a right to know but... Opening up was difficult, especially when one was unaccustomed with it. Still, he'd give it a shot.\n\"Well... Let's see... I like apples, I loath rain and... \", he stopped and looked at some of his scars. He honestly didn't remember how he got most of them but then his eyes found one whose origins he couldn't forget. \n\"And I got this one from a slaver's whip on the Southern Sea\". It was a peculiar scar, a line bordered by little circles like nail holes on wood.\n\"We were hired to raid a vessel carrying slaves. By another slaver, of course. They are not big on equal competition. I was the new guy, so up in the first boat goes William\", he said chuckling at the memory. *Gods, I thought I was invincible*\nShaking his head, he refocused. \"Once we were aboard, this scrawny fellow comes at me, flapping his whip about. I almost laughed until I felt this sharp pain on my shoulder. His whip had these lovely nails on its tip, a nice way to treat rowdy slaves, I suppose, and they passed through the tunic and into my skin. He must have felt really good about himself until I grabbed the whip and pulled him closer. He underestimated me too but I was lucky enough to walk away from it\". *That's all you need some times. More luck than the man facing you*\n\nWilliam Guiscard \nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\nVezda listened to him carefully, soaking up the information that he offered about his past.\nShe in turn offered her own story. A story of how she was too angry to feel a wound that could have been far worse than it actually turned out to be.\n\"Oh you silly thing\", he commented playfully as he understood where the story was going. William followed the scar with his own hand while she explained how she competes at tournaments and jousts. A little smile formed, full of pride and respect at her cunning.\n\"A useful deception. It allows you to fight as well as ensuring the maximum amount of embarrassment for your opponent when he learns the truth\". *Will she try... No, she mustn't. It's my responsibility*\n\"I hope this isn't your way of trying to convince me to fight the Lordling in my stead. I won't allow it, the bastard's mine\"\n\nWilliam Guiscard\nThe Wider Nasaris Estates\n\n\"Οh is that right? Would you cheer for me or should you be impartial?\", said William as he traced her scar with his hand once again. \"Or maybe you'll be more subtle about your support? Perhaps a ribbon, to tie around my sword pommel? Yes, that would get the message across\", he said. He toyed with the thought of letting his hand trail a little more on the inner side of her thigh but that would probably lead to more delays. Perhaps another time\nWilliam retrieved his hand and stood up carefully, not wishing to disturb Vezda, seeing that she had closed her eyes, enjoying the last few minutes of precious time away from the manor. He went around, gathering his discarded clothes one by one and dusting them off as well he as could. They wouldn't stand a chance under close scrutiny but they would have to do until he got to his rooms."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Quinn and Goodwine Wallaice\nOutside Monsutes, Northern Terresol\n\nThe touch of her skin was smooth and warm against his arms as her fingertips trailed down his sides. \n\n\"Get up, Quinn.\" She purred. Her deep, brown eyes looked up at her as she found his belt buckle. \n\n\"But Lyma...\" He could hardly believe his eyes, \"You're a whore. There's no way that we can—\" Their love was forbidden, but if it was so wrong, then why did they both want it so badly? \"We could never be togeth—\"\n\n\"Quinn...\" Her eyes were alight and she shook her head. She rose from her knees, placing a finger over his mouth to silence him. He watched as her hands wrapped around his lapels and slowly began to strip the roughhewn shirt from over his naked shoulders. \"Get up.\" The air was cold on his skin as he felt her pull him towards her breast. Her hands tightened against his chest as she shoved his head back against the hard floor, jostling him from his sleep.\n\n\"Get up, you fackin' idiot! Get tha fuck up!\" A hand shot from his lapel and slapped him across the face. At once, the man was propped up on his palms, cheek red at stinging. Goodwine was straddling him, shaking him from his slumber. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, but as he looked around in the thick canopy, he remembered how he and Goodwine had tied themselves to the trees for the night in order to spy on the bandit his employers wanted. \n\n\"She's just started runnin'. She left tha boy.\" Goodwine rasped, collapsing his spyglass and placing it inside one of the many pockets in his black trenchcoat.\n\nHe didn't know what to say to that. He was still thinking about Lyma, but as the dream faded, he turned to one side and balked at the 10 foot drop below him. He placed his hands over the other man's thighs to steady himself. \n\n\"Fuck 'dis.\" Goodwine said, jumping from the tree branch and stumbling down onto the forest floor. He unsheathed his cutlass from the scabbard at his hip.\n\n\"You!\" He shouted, \"Boy!\" Goodwine swiped the cutlass at Cleos. \"Tell us where she's goin'!\" \n\nCleos would watch as another man clambered down from the tree, seemingly dazed, loading a crossbow. Once the bolt was in place, it was pointed at his chest. \n\n\"Shout out 'er name!\" Goodwine yelled, closing the distance between them with the point of his blade, \"Shout out 'er name and tell 'er to come back and we won't 'ave to fucking kill you!\" \n\nOut of the corner of his eye, Quinn saw the sellsword come upon them. \"Son of a...\" The man spun the crossbow to her, then briefly to the dog, and then back to the boy. \"Does your dog track?\" He shouted, but then repeated it in Soltongue, <\"Is he a tracking dog?\"\n\nHe pointed down the road, to where the woman was running away, \"That woman is an Islander, and a murderer and a runaway. She has escaped the King's justice and she is worth a hefty price. This man has been assisting her. Will you help us?\" She looked like Lyma. He thought that was interesting."
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"author": "ventruepatrician7",
"message": "William Guiscard\nThe Wider Nasaris Estate\n\n\"That'll give the Lordling something to think about. It'll mess with his head\", he replied as he fastened his belt, taking one last look at his wife spread over his cloak. Under normal circumstances, by this time tomorrow they would have been preparing for their wedding feast. Instead, they were preparing for battle, the first one that they would fight together. It was almost poetic, the knight and his dame, a warrior in her own right, ready to take on their first foe. *Perhaps I should commission a bard to write a song about it, if all goes well*, he thought. \n\"They'll probably be scrambling to find excuses for me. The boys are clever but your family could prove challenging even to the most loyal of retainers\", replied William as he secured his dirty cloak. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek before untying Geval, mounting the stallion. She followed suit and then they were both riding hard towards the Manor."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Elsabet Olson\nOutside Monustes, Northern Terresol and wishing she had slept in.\n\nWith the softest smile she had gracing her mature features, the mercenary went to hold out her hand to the young man,\"Ser Elsabet Olson, and your-\" She began, before her words were rudely interrupted by what appeared to be two bumbling fools with weapons.\n\nAt first, she stayed fairly calm, until a bolt was aimed towards Cú's dumb little face and a hand went immediately to the hilt of her long sword, an anger flashing across her face at the strangers. She knew little common tongue, only picking up the word for \"Dog\" Until the men clarified in soltongue.\n\nCú was indeed a hunter. Not that they needed to know that. Elsabet adjusted the way she stood, making herself look bigger, though at nearly six foot and nearly towering over the men it wasn't like she needed to try.\"Maith is no king to me - and who are we to trust the word of two men who've their weapons drawn and pointed before even a hello?\"\n\nWith her eyes narrowed, she watched the girl on the horse as she turned the horse and began to trot back. She didn't look like much. She was small, looked like any other islander though relatively unassuming. \n\nWhen the islander girl dismounted and yelled over her voice went through Elsabet's head despite not understanding a word she said. Gods, how the boy behind her had travelled with her was a mystery. Elsie would have had to fight the urge to drive her through.\n\nTurning to him, she looked at Cleos with his hand on the hilt of his sword and a breath escaped through her nose.\"There is honour in walking away from a fight, you know.\" She told him.\n\n*May the gods give me strength*, she thought, already sensing the fight."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Quinn and Goodwine Wallaice\nOutside Monsutes\n\n\"No.\" Goodwine Wallai smiled widely, his upper lip splitting to expose a high silver dogtooth. Quickly, he grappled the boy, bringing his cutlass to his throat. \"We don't 'ave to fight each other.\" He could feel the apple of the boy's throat against the side of his blade. The Islander looked to Violet and shook his head. \"Did you really wrap up this poor boy in your business? Does he even know who you are? What kind of a monster you are?\" His eyes lit up as he disavowed her, but he quickly squinted his eyes and lowered his head as the boy began to whisper something in his native language. \n\n\"He's _praying._\" Goodwine jerked the boy hard, kicking him in the back of his knee to bring him to the ground. \"You've made 'im _pray_ to 'is Gods for you.\" The Islander looked to Quinn, who despite waving around a crossbow, was actually appearing quite reasonable in comparison. \n\nQuinn continued to look over at the Knight, speaking in her native tongue. He had an innocent look to him, a curtain of rusty brown hair came over his pale forehead, and his accent was that of a Feyshoreman. He was particularly studied in Soltongue. \n\n<\"All we seek,\"He began, <\"Is to return her to Tonate Proper, where she will await the King's justice and pay her debt to the family she destroyed. The man she killed had a family and children, it seems only just that she's brought before them. Those must be in your vows somewhere. Even if they were just Islanders, they deserve peace. They are like you and I in that, no? That must be in your vows.\">\n\nIt was only after explaining themselves to the woman that Quinn could see Goodwine looking at him. \"Ah.\" He paused and narrowed his eyes at Cleos, <\"Did you know she's a child killer?\""
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"author": "pompoen",
"message": "\"Nah, he hadn't th' faintest idea. Pretty gullible that one is. He'll believe any story you feed him, but what can you expect from a shitblood with a pig brain? Doesn't know anythin'.\" She chuckled, her eyes briefly flitting over to Cleos before settling back on the two men. Oddly enough, she had opted to speak in commontongue rather than her native tongue. \"He was more of a meat shield honestly. Thought about just leavin' him, but I think I ought t' just kill all of you now. Cover my tracks n' all that. Maybe even th' whole town. Your little stunt really just blew up in everyone's faces.\" Once again, her gaze moved back over to Cleos, maintaining the contact for slightly longer. \n\nThe redhead gave them a saccharine smile and very slowly put a foot forward. \"This standoff is borin'. The other people Bradai sent at least had a flair for th' dramatic. Why don't one of you guys do somethin' first? Impress me.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Elsabet \nOutside Monustes\n\nAs the islander criminal kept talking to the men, and not particularly paying any attention to Elsabet, she walked up to her with a hand on her hilt and took one of her wrists, then the other and held them together.\n\n\"Please stop talking or I will personally bind your mouth.\" She said though wasn't sure if Violet could understand her.\n\nHer eyes held disdain for the girl as she pulled her over to the other men,\"Have you rope to bind her wrists- and for the love of whatever god you follow can you leave the boy alone?\"\n\nCú bounded over to the knight and sat himself down with a soft thud, looking expectingly at the man who held Cleos."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Goodwine Wallaice and Quinn\n\nQuinn took the pack off his back and threw one length of rope to Goodwine and manacles to the Terresolian Knight.\n\n\"We're takin' both uff 'em.\" Wallaice said, removing the sword from the boy's neck and forcing his knee down onto the boy's back. He delighted in this, Quinn could tell. The broken smile on his face was proof enough, but he had spent enough time with Goodwine to know exactly what he planned to do. Wallaice would want them both together, and would take them on the same route they went out on. They deliver the boy to wherever they came from and would caught a handsome bag of coin or provisions from whatever family he had managed to run away from. *Shitbloods didn't catch much of a ransom but this boy*, Quinn thought *This boy was strange. Maybe Wallaice has a point to take him.* The way the boy talked had sent his ears up. It wasn't lowborn tongue. \n\nAs Goodwine began to bind the boy's arms and wrists together, Quinn took a knee towards the boy, <\"What could a Shitblood like you want in Taemar? Are you a bastard of that man in Rounkastel? The castellan in Sturm?\"His tone was intended to be soothing, but from the way Goodwine's knee was digging into his spine, he'd be surprised if he ever heard him. \n\nThe two paid little or no attention to Violet, who was hurling obscenities at them. Quinn knew better to not let his pride get the best of him, but he worried for Goodwine Wallaice. They had been ordered not to hurt the criminal and he feared the boy might be punished in her stead. \n\n<\"Ser,\"Quinn stood and approached the woman's dog, <\"If you'd be so kind as to bring us to the coastline with our prisoners, you'd all but have to state your reward.\"It wasn't often that a Knight would help them."
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"author": "pompoen",
"message": "Violet lazily allowed herself to be dragged around by the knight, not feeling the need to struggle or take any opportunities to do anything to the knight. She did, however, give a few words to the knight. \"I give you this one warning, from one former knight to another: You're acting a fool and putting your own head on the chopping block.\" \n\nHer attention was then brought over to the captor as he began beating down the boy. Had they pieced together that he was nobility? Or did Bradai already figure it out when he dispatched these two idiots? \n\n\"Oi. This is between us. I don't want this brat to steal any of th' action. I'm not even shackled yet. You really wanna risk making me mad when I'm loose?\" There was a dangerous glint in her one good eye, the wicked playfulness had all but disappeared. The birds in the nearby trees fled all at once in a cloud of flapping dark feathers. The horse she initially planned to use for her exit let out a bone chilling whinny and wildly bucked about before dashing off into the forest."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Goodwine Wallaice and Quinn\nOutside Monustes, Northern Terresol\n\nIt was only when the Ser drew her sword that Quinn and Goodwine brought their attention back to Violet. In her barking and cursing, she had scared off her horse and caught the attention of the townspeople, although the latter had mostly lost interest by then. Quinn approached the two of them, crossbow drawn, although his expression was kind and patient.\n\n\"Hmph.\" Goodwine pursed his uneven lips and craned his neck backwards to look at Elsabet. A hand went up to his stubbled chin and rubbed it with thick, round fingers. Freckled cheeks pressed up into his beady eyes and he gave her a long, considered look, all the while digging his knee into the boy's back. He nodded slowly and stood, replacing the spot where his knee had been with the muddied underside of his boot. \"Quinn, tell dis Mainlander _'ore_ dat I'd like to question 'im.\" He smiled at the knight with crooked, brown teeth. \"Please.\" \n\n<\"If it suits, Ser.\"Quinn approached the two and smiled, <\"My partner believes that the boy knows more than he's letting on. If we could interrogate him for a few moments, try and figure out what the woman's business was on the Mainland, we'll let him go on his way, provided he hasn't aided her in any crimes.\">\n\nWith a kind look that betraying nothing, Quinn placed a gingerly hand on the underside of the crossbow and raised the cold steel of the stirrup against Violet's thigh. The man leaned into her, nodding kindly and removing a hand from the crossbow only to draw her eyes up from the weapon and to his face.\n\n_\"Just breathe.\"_ Quinn smiled, _\"The Pirate King has been dying to meet you.\"_ For just a moment, Quinn's smile tensed as he pulled the trigger. He had shot clean through the meat of her thigh and stuck diagonally in the dirt between the Knight's feet. A thick red river began to blossom down her thigh. The empty crossbow clattered to the dirt as he removed his black coat and began to wrap it around the leg. \n\nWithout looking up to the Knight, he began to wrap the arms of his coat tight around the bloody wound. <\"She's going to need help in the village. We need to find a healer.\"He stifled a small smile, <\"I hope you've fed your dog. It'll get hungry with all this blood.\">"
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Elsabet \nOutside Monustes\n\n\"You may question him all you like - if you unbind him and allow him to stand,\" Elsabet said, head tilted a little in warning,\"Give the boy some dignity even if you haven't any-\"\n\nSuddenly a shot rang out from the man's crossbow - she assumed it was from his anyway, (\"*Gods give me strength*\") she hadn't been looking at his hands though the direction of the arrow came from there, dropping between her feet. Her eyes widened for a moment and she straightened her head, fixing a steady glare.\n\nCú had stood at attention for a moment, only to sit himself back down again when his master didn't move. The same dopey look on his face.\n\n\"Then you may go and fetch one,\" She told the man with all the coolness in her voice she could muster as the blood began to pool. For a moment, she put on a sweet smile,\"I'm not leaving the boy so you can spirit him off - though I'm *Sure* Your intentions are *Wholly* Innocent - But you can understand my caution, yes?\"\n\nHer eyes flicked over to the boy on the ground again to ensure the brute above him wasn't doing any more harm to the poor kid. She'd like to slice the freckles from the man's smug face, especially after what he'd called her. '*Ore*. Occasionally some islanders would get drunk on bad rum and watered down ale in the pubs and though she never knew exactly what they were talking about she could recognise the venom they said that word with in her own tongues.\n\nThis '*Ore* Was a night of Terresol and she would *Not* Let down someone she was sure she could help.\n\n\"I won't be letting him leave the country alone.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Quinn and Goodwine Wallaice\nOutside of Monustes, Northern Terresol\n\nQuinn stood once the wound was bound. <\"Carry her, I mean. We're all going together. Do you know of a healer?\"If he had suspected that a bold through the thigh would get the Knight out of their business, he would have done it when she was walking up. \n\nGoodwine Wallaice dug his heel into the boy's back as the Knight continued to speak at him. Whatever she was saying, he didn't like her tone. When Quinn motioned for him to get off of the boy and stand him up, Goodwine wrenched him from the dirt by his hair and the collar of his shirt, twisting him in his grasp so that he could watch his face twist in pain. Whispery laughter puffed through the spaces in the man's imperfect lips and he leaned into the boy's ear, \"Do ye' like all of your fingers, boy? Ye' spent enough time with that 'ore to understand me, I know it. Which onnayer fingers would you give up, if you 'ad to? I can make tha cut clean, I promise ya that.\" A growl came from his throat, at first a laugh, and then a sputtering cough. A slow, thick glob of spit came from the man's three lips, and fell at the boy's feet. Wide eyed and smiling, Goodwine looked towards the pair. \n\n\"The boy is ready to go!\" A thick hand pat the boy's shoulder as the two walked towards the rest of the group. \n\n<\"We're ready to go.>\" Quinn said, urging them towards the town."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Demetri Troiarus\n\nSouthern Pantheon House of Worship\n\n\nWhether the person before him was a Vision, a Wisdom, or something else, Demetri did not know. However a quick glance to the wringing hands showed that this person was far too nervous to be the Magistrate, surely the representative of the Southern Pantheon would be dignified.\n\n\nThe young person squeaked out a \"This way,\" Before heading down a side hall. The decorations were vibrant to say the least, but the theme was repetitive, even the style reminisced the previous artist in some way. Surely this was what the artist wished to portray, but they all lacked personality, imagination, you couldn't tell anything about the artist after quick study, but that only birthed the desire to examine them further, to find the hidden message beneath the paint.\n\n\n\"L-lord? Sir...?\" Demetri didn't realize he had stopped to do such an examination until his guide's voice pierced through, \"It's just through here. Forgive me I don't know how to address you.\"\n\n\n\"However you wish, but I do prefer 'Sir.'\" Demetri acknowledged the door they gestured to and nodded.\n\n\n\"You have my thanks.\" His nod deepened into a bow before he produced a small pulsing marble from inside his sleeve, \"Please, a gift for you.\"\n\n\nThe hesitation was blatantly obvious on their face.\n\n\n\"Hmm, no, perhaps we should wait until after My Lord is welcomed.\" He smirked before lifting his cane to knock on the Magistrate's door. After a brief moment a reply came and he entered.\n\n\n\"Lady Magistrate,\" He bowed, \"How good to finally make your acquaintance.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien slowed Bear to a trot as he entered the Kolgrim Estate. It was a pleasant-looking building, very neat and trim. It was hard to believe that Sir Kolgrim was murdered only a few weeks prior at this very place.\n\n*'I suppose Father would have sent a sympathetic note,* He thought as he dismounted, *'instead of a personal condolence.'* Normally, Bastien would have done similarly. Though knights were highly valued to the de Lysse family, Bastien seemed to think that his father saw them as a higher form of servants. Bastien, having known several knights on a more personal level, felt that they were acquaintances.\n\nHowever, before he had left for Sol that morning, he overheard the Keep servants gossiping about how Sir Kolgrim was murdered on his daughter's birthday via poison. Bastien was previously unaware that Kolgrim has any children.\n\n*'Too bad.'* Bastien shook his head. Sir Kolgrim's face has manifested in his mind. *'He was a good man.'*\n\n*'Besides,* He thought as he handed Bear's reins to a surprised-looking servant, *'I'm already in Sol for troops. I might as well say something in person and save me the time of writing his daughter a letter.'*\n\nBastien straightened his posture, towering to his full height as he ran a hand through his unruly white hair before knocking on the door exactly four times."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim estate, Sol\n\n\nCalypso was sitting in front of her vanity, fixing up her dark hair in a simple yet sophisticated hairdo, for the arrival of her unannounced guest. \nUnannounced and yet she knew of his coming. Of course, she knew. Calypso knew everything, her ears always on high alert to catch the quietest whisper.\n\nShe had known of his arrival the day before when a merchant had crossed path with him and referred it to the wife, who told it to her friends, one of them being a laundress working for her.\nAnd Calypso also knew he would have come to her that same morning when the general told him about her father's tragic end, the two of them discussing his death, and one of the servants had heard them speak. \n\nRumors run fast. Faster than a well trained horse. \n\nThe young woman stood up from her seat passing a hand on her black dress to shoot any wrinkle. It was simple, lacking almost any garment or decoration, and yet she appeared not less elegant and enchanting than a noblewoman at a ball. The last touch: the black shier veil draped over her head, falling in front of her face, making her appear almost like a ghost. Her eyes already dark by nature, appearing almost lightless behind the dark curtain.\n\nLooking outside her window she saw her guest enter her property. \"Perfectly on time.\" Murmured her heading for the main room. She sits down on one o the sofa with a book in her hand but she didn't plan on reading it. A minute later, one of her maids arrived to announce her of a visitor. Calypso batted her long lashes and tilted her head, acting surprised \"Well let him in!\" Ordained her standing up ready to finally meet the long waited unannounced guest."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nThe first thing Bastien noticed when he walked in was the dark figure sitting on the sofa. It took him a moment to register that it was not a ghost but a young woman. A rather pretty young woman, in fact, holding a book. The servant left them after he had stepped in the room.\n\n\"Lady Kolgrim,\" Bastien said with a small bow of his head. His expression was neutral but polite. \"I am Lord Bastien de Lysse. I've come with my condolences for your father, Sir Kolgrim.\" \n\nHis dark eyes met her through the veil, and he saw her soft eyelashes flutter.\n\n\"Er-\" He blinked before looking away- \"Your father was a valued knight for the de Lysse,\" He said, looking down at her. She seemed so small, in those dark mourning clothes. \"He was a good man.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nCalypso kept her head low till the man, who had introduced himself as Bastien De Lysse called her name. Upon raising her gaze she gave a quick flutter of her eyes, making sure they would appear sad and lost. Her mind smiled as he lost track of his thoughts for a moment. Calypso had learned many years ago that w\nA quick way to get a man to like her was to look like she\nNeeded him, and surely a young lord that decides to visit the mourning daughter of a man he probably didn't even know must love being of help for a sad young lady. \n\nThe young woman didn't say anything, letting him speak. Observing him, even so subtle. Lord de Lysse could not be much older than her, his stare cold but her trained eyes could notice it was just a mask that he had momentarily lost when their gaze met for the first time. The man also towered over Calypso with ease. Good, it will make her appear even frailer in his eyes. Once he was done she gifted him a small, tired kind smile \" He was ...\" Not really. But he didn't need to know that \"Your grace, your visit is greatly appreciated,\" Said her with the feeble voice of someone who has been crying for a long time, keeping her eyes low in modesty, \"A man of your status must be terribly busy, and yet you find the time to visit a mourning daughter that you had never met.\" Calypso bowed, doing an elegant curtsy. \"And by doing so you honor me and my humble home.\" \n\nMoving calmly, without rushing her movements like around a nervous horse, Calypso stepped by Lord the Lysse side, her gaze fixed low as she gently wrapped her slender fingers around his arm, her touch barely pressing on the fabric of his coat, \" Join me for tea, my lord, let me offer you my hospitality, as a thank you for your gesture.\" And lifted her eyes on him again \" Please.\" Begged her and started pulling him gently towards the dining room."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien De Lysse \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien's eyes narrowed instinctively as he watched Lady Kolgrim's hand reach for his arm. He was use to women, especially his bolder cousins, trying to find creative ways to gets their claws over him.\n\n*'No,'* He thought as he made himself relax. *'She's mourning and is alone. Lady Kolgrim means no harm. She just wants someone to listen to her.'*\n\nHe knew the feeling well.\n\nShe barely touched him, which he appreciated. He felt ashamed to compare her to his cousins, especially in her black mourning clothes and sad eyes. *'I'm sorry,'* He told her silently. \n\nThough it was rather bold of her, Bastien let himself be led into the dining room. It took him a few seconds, yet again, to process what was happening.\n\n\"I have an engagement to attend,\" He finally said after too long a silence. He was not used to being in such situations. He wanted to leave.\n\nBastien glanced down at her and felt a wave of empathy. She looked so disheartened under her veil. So sad and feminine. Though he felt uncomfortable and had pressing matters to attend to, Bastien could not bring himself to refuse.\n\n\"However,\" He continued with an aloof tone, \"I suppose a quick cup of tea will be fine if it does not take long.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien could not know that, but Calypso was observing his reaction to every small thing she did or say, calibrating her persona so that it would fit the idea he had created in his mind of her, the lonely sad little lady in need of company. That's why when he kindly made it present of being busy Calypso made a point of letting her shoulder drop, it was a small movement, barely noticeable but she knew he would notice.\n\"Oh, I see... Of course.\" Murmured her keeping her face turned to the other side so he would no see her. \n\nHer voice sent a message of sadness and sorrow, but her face was blank. She waited for a second before leaving his arm and turning to look at him again with that tired smile that made her lips look so pretty, just a glance before turning her eyes down to the floor again \"Your lordship, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to keep you from your duties.\" She sighed, very quietly, like she was trying to keep herself composed. \"Your visit had been most appreciated and I know that my-\" And here Calypso interrupted herself, mouth slightly agape and eyes glossy, crying on command is not nearly as complicated as people think it is \"- my father... He would have been so honored, knowing you had blessed us with a visit.\" Her voice shaken but not too much! Never too much, the real trick lies in the details that form the picture. \n\nLady Kolgrim clapped her hands and a servant appeared from a side door, \" Please lead his grace to the door.\" Said her keeping that faint tremor in her voice, before turning one last time towards Bastien \"It has been a pleasure to meet you my lord... I only wish it had been in different circumstances.\" She gulped, again with subtlety \"And I pray that I'll get to meet you again and have that cup of tea together.\" And did another curtsy before turning on her heels and walk towards the dining room alone.\nShe started counting."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nIt took exactly six seconds for Bastien to react.\n\n\"Lady Kolgrim,\" He called with an admittedly annoyed tone, ignoring the servant who was waiting nervously beside him. No response. She had already disappeared into the other room.\n\n*'Why must women be so difficult?!;;'* He thought in irritation as he went into the dining room.\n\n\"Lady Kolgrim,\" He repeated, his tone more polite but still with a decent bit of annoyance. A headache was thinking about coming on, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. \"If I say I can stay for a cup of tea,\" He said slowly as he sat himself down across from her, \"I would appreciate it if you heed what I say instead of asking me to leave.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \n\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nSix seconds. This was a new record. When Bastien walked through the door of the dining room she was still giving him her back, hiding her satisfied smile. But she turned around as soon as he started speaking with her, canceling her smile and putting on a mask of polite confusion.\n*Mh, that was not what I was hoping for.* Tough her disappointed, her face unaltered.\n\nShe didn't lower her gaze this time as she sits down directly in front of him. \" With all due respect my lord,\" A small kind smile appeared on her lips \"I had no intention to ask you to leave, as you say, but simply to not hold you further on your duties.\" And clapped her hands, a maid coming out of the kitchen. \" Prepare us a cup of tea, the one with mint leaves in it.\" And turned back to the young Lord. \n\"But since his grace insists so much on the matter who am I to deny it,\" Commented her.\n\nShe had shifted her persona again, holding herself differently, from mourning fragile girl to mourning tired woman. His idea of her was starting to move towards an image she didn't like, of a whiny little girl. She didn't need that. Now she moved with a bit more elegance and there it was more concealing in her eyes like many adults do to shield themselves from other's pity, putting up a slightly colder front. But the kind smile was still present on her lips, softening her face, dulling out the edges. \n\"So, except comforting young mourning ladies, what other businesses bring you to Sol My lord?\" Asked her, a tad of sarcasm on her tongue."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nKolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n*'Women.'*\n\nThis one was complicated. More than he gave her credit for. He did not expect such a tart, blunt question from Lady Kolgrim, but he shrugged it off as a slip of the tongue. It amused him slightly, the almost audacity of her tone and question, but he kept a blank face out of courtesy.\n\n\"Nothing interesting, I'm afraid. Simply business.\" He shrugged, somehow making the gesture elegant. \"Though out of all the young mourning young ladies I have visited,\" He continued lightly, \"You are the first to attempt to pry into my affairs so quickly, Lady Kolgrim.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n\n*And how many of them killed their father?* \n\nCalypso let a small, calculated chuckle escape her lips at Lord de Lysse comment. \nMaybe he wasn't so gullible as she had thought. She just wished his face showed more of him. \nShe sighed \"If you had known my father better, then you would find us similar in that.\" A veil of sadness fell on her eyes as she mentioned the man, this time partially genuine. \"Dancing around matters doesn't take anywhere and makes you waste time. \" Her words strong but her voice so gentle and calm.\n\nThe maid came back from the kitchen holding a tray with a tea set sitting on top. The woman placed a cup in front of each of them and then poured the tea. The faint smell of mint filling the room. Calypso sighed content, this was her favorite tea. \nThe young lady lifted the veil, now letting the light from the window hitting her face and reflect into her dark eye. \nShe gracefully took the cup in her hand \" There has been an awful amount of movement at the fort. The general seems worried.\" And took a long sip. \" Do you happen to know something about it, your grace?\" Asked her lifting her gaze again. A challenge maybe?\n\nAt that moment Calypso actually looked at him and it felt like if it was the first time. The dark veil despite being sheer, still affected her sight, especially how she saw colors. And now what she tough was a deep bleu revealed itself as purple. Fascinating. But she decided to not comment on it."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien's mouth curved into a slight smile. If one was not paying close attention, they might have not noticed the change in expression.\n\n*'Intriguing woman,'* Bastien thought as he raised the teacup to his mouth. Mint tea has always been his favorite, and it tasted very high quality. He noticed that when she mentioned her father, a guarded sad look appeared in her eyes. *'Her eyes are most interesting,'* He thought as he took another sip of tea. *'Dark but with a brightness about them.'*\n\nMost men would have probably told her that she wouldn't be interested in hearing such things, or just brush her off. Bastien, however, was mildly curious as to where this interrogation was going. He respected how to the point Lady Kolgrim was, even if she was pushing it so to say.\n\n\"How very observant of you,\" He said as he placed his tea cup down. \"There is a group of invaders trying to cause trouble up north. I've come to ask for defensive reinforcements.\" He sighed, and a tired, resigned look overcame him before he could hide it. The war was coming to Grey Hills, and faster than he would have liked. That combined with his only trusted family members to be taking off in a ship shortly made Bastien feel as though he was facing the world, yet again, alone.\n\nHe took another sip of tea, enjoying its scent as well as trying to remask his expression."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nOh. A smile, his grace was by chance amused by her more direct approach? \nThat was unexpected. Though still despite not being how she imagined it to be, Calypso did obtain what she was searching for: Informations. \nHer eyes shoot up \"Invaders?\" As she posed the question, her voice lost her fragility, just for a moment, but enough for the nature of the daughter of a Knight to emerge behind her eyes.\n\nShe quickly lowered her gaze, her mind running through what she knew. This Explained a lot of things. The sudden departure of the queen, the vague feeling of anxiety she had noticed in the general' s eyes lately. \n\"I'm inclined to think that these invaders are guided by De Burgh. My father had talked about it with me.\" Her fingers touching her lips as she started to think.\n\"For a De Lysse to have to come all the way to Sol. That means that they are close to the borders.\" Murmured her. She looked up \" I know the Council . They will not give up on the troupes easily, knowing that invaders could come knocking at our doors any time.\"\n\nShe took a moment to sip some more of her tea. The taste of mint tickling her tongue as her mind cleared. Once Calypso had put down the cup she clapped her hand and the maid reappeared. \"Bring me in and parchment, quickly,\" Commanded her. The maid rushed upstairs and came back in less than a minute with the required materials. \n\nWithout saying anything Calypso started writing a letter indicated to of some of the members of the council, talking about her knowledge of Their quick fingers and ability in taking a bit more than their salary from people who are thankful for their silence. Calypso didn't put her name on the end of the letter and didn't seal the envelope with her crest, leaving it blank. \"Give this To them, don't read what's inside, and don't tell them who gives it to you. \" Instructed her.\nThen she wrote a couple of names on a smaller piece of parchment and gave that too to Lord De Lysse. \"Theses are the name of some of the best mercenaries currently residing at Sol. They might be a bit pricey but it's worth it,\" Explained her. There was something sharp in her eyes now."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nSP House of Worship\n\nThe shuffling of shoes and wrustling of robes acoss the marble floor warned the Magistrate of their arrival before a pounding sounded at the door.* 'Ever the patient visionary with that blasted cane.'* The clash of its blunt end against her door agitated the woman and reminded her of how often a similar action had drawn hundreds of people to him like Shitblood beggar children shuffling after the carriages of the nobles. \n\n\"Lord Demetri.\" Cassandra watched him bow with a dispassionate gaze before nodding her head respectfully in return. \"And I yours, though you have had plenty of times to do so before.\" She smiled. \"Is there something I can help you with, my lord? I'm sure your adoring fans would hate for their Visionary,\" She attempted to control the spitefulness in her voice, though her efforts were not rewarded, \"To miss the extravagant celebrations.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien was no fool. He blinked at the envelope before a small smile split across his face. \"Ah,\" He said as he tapped the envelope with his fingers. \"You're... Most generous, Lady Kolgrim, but I don't think this is required,\" He told her as he gently pushed the letter back. \"It is in Sol's best interest to lend me troops. Though the list of mercenaries I would find very useful.\"\n\nHe closed his eyes, taking another sip of tea while not bothering to hide his amused expression any longer. This woman was full of surprises. First tart responses, and now casual offers of blackmail?\n\n\"You are correct about De Burgh. He's leading the invaders and trying to gain control of the Grey Hills. Which he will fail to do, with enough reinforcements,\" He explained as he placed his cup down."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nShe had to be honest at least with herself: Lord De Lysse's company was a pleasant change from the older men who had come to visit her after her father's funeral and the dotting widows always followed by their spineless sons , trining to convince her in joining them for a walk, a pick-nick or some other activity *To distract yourself!* When in reality they were playing matchmaker. But despite them being older their manipulation game was lacking.\n\nCalypso made sure to not touch the envelope as Bastien push it back to her. She allowed herself a small smile, not the kind little curve she had shown till then, it had something more resembling a fox, or a cat \"Are you so confident in your persuading ability my lord?\" Asked her taking another sip of her beverage, here eyes low. \" It might be in their best interest... But I know many that would gain sometimes if the Gray Hills were to fall,\" Suggested her, not looking up. \n\n\"And keeping the forces here ensure to the various big houses in Sol an advantage.\" Added her without making any names. \"Of course, my father might be dead but his loyalty still lives in me, and it lays in the De Lysse house.\" *Until it turns more useful to not be.* But she didn't say that. \"If his grace will consider it necessary, I would be glad to offer my help.\" And brought a hand up to her cheeks slightly turning her away head in a elegant yet modest manner, \" For how little it might be of course.\" Said her gentle."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\n\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. \"I hope if they are not persuaded by my words,\" He said with a small frown, \"Then they are instead compelled by the thought of De Burgh's forces closing in around them. If his men take over the Grey Hills, it will make the tide turn in De Burgh's favour. And I highly doubt that Her Majesty, or her council, would not want to try to do all in their power to avert the succession crisis.\"\n\nHe gently pushed his tea cup away, then laced his fingers and rested his chin on them, peering over at Lady Kolgrim. *'So proud,'* He thought to himself with a small smile.\n\nHe admired that.\n\n\"And what,\" He said slowly, almost teasingly, \"Could you do for me, Lady Kolgrim? I'm afraid I am in no need of-\" His indigo eyes flicked down to the letter then back up at hers- \"Such things at the moment.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n\"But her majesty isn't here now isn't she.\" That's all she said. Pushing further might turn against her. It was clear to her that the young lord had taken her in sympathy and that by itself is already a victory.\n\"But of course what do I know,\" Continued her pushing gently away from her cup, imitating Lord De Lysse \"I'm just the mourning daughter of a knight, right?\" And lifted her eyes meeting his. Black meeting indaco. \n\nShe wanted to get one last view of that enchanting purple before letting the dark veil drape on her face once again. \nAt Bastien's insinuation, she let out a small chuckle. \"I am but your humble servant my lord,\" Stated her with a small bow of her head \" Whatever his grace might think I can be of help with,\" And took the envelope between her two manicured fingers \" I'll be happy to oblige.\" And with a swift movement of her wrist, Calypso threw the envelope in the lit chimney, the paper instantly set on fire and the poisonous words disappeared in the smoke.\n\n\"Are you ready to take your leave, my lord?\" Asked her ever so gently \" I would hate to cause you to be late to your business.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\n\nKolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien watched as the letter crackled in the fire. It seemed as though her facade had fell through, though at this point Bastien was not very surprised. She was stronger than she first appeared, and had a fire in her. And she knew more than she wanted to let on.\n\n\"I suppose I can think of something you could do for me,\" He said as he studied her. \"But I would not want to be an inconvenience.\" He smiled at her again. Her features were harder to read with her veil on once again, but he could tell she was listening with rapt interest though she tried to hide it.\n\nIt was adorable, in an odd way. *'So proud,'* He thought again.\n\n\"I might have need of a lady-in-waiting,\" He said casually, still studying her."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nCalypso knew what Bastien was trying to do. He saw potential in her and wanted to see how to take advantage of it. Very well, let's let him this he has the power of the situation, meanwhile, Calypso will find a way to turn the situation to her advantage. She knew the steps of this dance, she wondered if he did too.\n\n\"You are the most kind you grace to try and find me an occupation.\" Said her reciprocating his smile \"I do require something to keep my mind of...\" And bit her lip looking down, again that veil of sadness \" ...Of obscure memories.\" His eyes were roaming all over her, studying each detail. She had to admit, he looked far more pleasant when smiling. \n\nShe raised her brows at his offer\"A lady-in-waiting?\" She thought about it for a moment. \"Sounds appropriate... For whom may I ask?\" She knew that the De Lysse house had many unmarried young girls in their ranks. She wondered if Lord Bastien was about to put her at the service of his future wife."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\n\nKolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien noticed the change of her tone, and he casually tilted his head to the side. \"For my betrothed? Is that what you think?\" He let out a quiet, hollow laugh. \"No. Sadly, most of my cousins have already married,\" He added dryly. \"Pity, really.\" A bite of venom was prevalent in his voice, but it not directed at her.\n\n\"No,\" He continued after he cleared his throat, \"Your services would be directed toward my youngest sister, Lady Fleur de Lysse. Though you would be most appreciated if you kept your... *Other* Talents reserved for just my knowledge. My other family members will probably not be too happy with your arrival, anyways. You wouldn't want them knowing about your...\" Another smile curled on his lips as he gave her a subtle wink. \"...*Letter writing* Expertise. It would give them another reason not to be fond of you.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n*I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up marrying your sister.* Tough her. Inbreeding wasn't uncommon for the de Lysse. She hoped to not have to witness any of that during her stay. \n\n\"A shame indeed.\" Sighed her a veiled mockery hidden a dry voice.\n\nCalypso squinted slightly at Bastian as the young lord started to get a little too comfortable around her acting like he was in control of the situation.\n\"I don't think I need you to remind me how to conceal my talents.\" Spoke her ice dripping from her words, her face finally matching her voice. Her eyes went darker, shadowed by her slightly frowning brows. \"Instead I suggest you refrain from such displays of confidence in my regards. \" All the soft had left her face all at leaving spaces to her high cheekbones and her jaw looked so sharp to cut a man's heart. And it suited her. \" It would be troublesome if your family started to get weird ideas about our relationship.\" Whoever had met Sir Kolgrim before his death, now would be able to see in her the split image of him. \n\nSitting in front of him with her back straightened and chin lifted, pridefully, Calypso looked far older and fare less innocent and docile than she had at the beginning of this interaction \"I will gladly accept your offer, my lord.\" Stated her \"Do not worry about your family feelings towards me. I know how to make my presence go almost unnoticed.\" \nShe stood up from her seat, now that she wasn't trying to hide and get on his good side, Calypso finally appeared like the woman she was. \" They'll see me enter the castle and forget that I exist.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nKolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nIt stung a little bit, her additional comment on his snide remark about his cousins. It annoyed him how she felt she could make such remarks about him so soon after they had met. He decided to shut that down before it got out of hand.\n\n\"Ah, have no worry about my family's thoughts on our- 'relationship,'\" He said. He smiled faintly, without any humor. \"My father would have a fit at the very idea of me marrying down to anyone besides a queen. Besides...\" He casually eyed her up and down. \"You look too dissimilar than the rest of our family. Perhaps if your hair was lighter, or if your eyes were more purple. But with your features, I am not concerned whatsoever. The thought of me complicating a relationship with a lady-in-waiting I hired shouldn't even cross their minds.\n\n\"As for going unnoticed, it is sad to say that scenario is extremely unlikely. My aunt has ways about her, and she will be upset with your coming. But I don't particularly care. Despite what she thinks, I am doing her a favour. And as for you concealing your talents...\" He trailed off as he looked back at the fire. \"I will believe what you say. Though I do hope-\" He gave her a faint smile again, a slight teasing manner in his voice. He did not want her to think he was trying to be a thorn in her side. He was actually trying to look out for her best interest, though he would never admit to it aloud \"-that you do not give such letters so freely as you did with me.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Demetri Troiarus\n\nSouthern Pantheon House of Worship\n\n\nDemetri flashed a smile at the Magistrate's quip. Admittedly he didn't expect the verbal fencing to begin until after the introductions.\n\n\n\"You'll have to forgive me for not visiting sooner, as I'm sure the Wisdoms know the tasks that come with serving directly under a God.\" He turned to the window, and the view of the plaza, \"I will be rejoining the festival soon enough, but first we should have a reason to celebrate.\"\n\n\nHe stepped in front of a chair, producing his roll of parchment sheets as he sat down, not bothering to wait for an invitation to take the seat.\n\n\n\"My Lord's voice has been heard throughout Akno, Lady Magistrate. As you can see outside the window his reception is well past the point of speculation.\" He laid the bundle on the desk between them. \"Here is our petition. We ask nothing more than the privilege of opening a House of Worship for the Pilgramage within the city walls. A safe space where we can practice peacefully, surely you can sympathize with that? It's such a tragedy how religious figures seem to have a target on their back lately.\"\n\n\nHe wasn't attempting pity, his voice was still edged as he spoke, fully aware that the target was directed towards the Wisdoms and Visions, than the Visionaries themselves."
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Elsabet \nOutside Monustes, Northern Terresol\n\nThe knight watched the rougher man wrestle the boy up. If she had half a mind of what he was saying and could threaten him in a language he could understand she certainly would have. Instead she glared at him and kept her hand firmly on the hilt of her sword, her jaw twitching in annoyance ever so slightly.\n\nAs the islander girl collapsed, all Elsabet could muster was a raised brow to Quinn.\"There's a healer down the street. Big sign above the door - you can't miss it.\"\n\n\"But I'll be taking the young man, if you please. If he is in *My* City he is under *My* Protection, along with the rest of the city guard,\" She said to Quinn after Cleos' outrage,\"The poor boy is confused and upset and, if you could translate to your friend so I can take him home, that would be lovely.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "\"Yes,\" Bastien said as he stood up. \"We will discuss those matters when we have more time.\" He was not going to go into detail about Selene or Fleur at that moment. He wanted to wait until Calypso was officially in his service as Fleur's lady-in-waiting before he confided in her about such things. *If* He confided in her such things. His opinions on Selene were a dangerous topic, and he did not give information about Fleur to just anyone.\n\n\"I will be back after I finish my business in town,\" He said as he glanced out the window. It was early afternoon, and he needed to get going if he wanted to schedule an audience with the council or it would be too late. \n\nBastien looked down at Lady Kolgrim. *Pity that veil is covering her face.* Even though some of her words towards him had been... Uncouth at times, Bastien enjoyed seeing the crackling fire in her eyes when she spoke. Even if her tone irked him slightly.\n\n\"I come back to see you before I leave Sol,\" He told her. \"I am guessing three days time. Prepare your things, if you decide you truly want to job. And perhaps by that time-\" Bastien gave her a small smile as he reached out and fingered her delicate veil beside her face, lowering his voice as he leaned in slightly- \"You will not have to wear dark clothings and veils that darken your enchanting features.\"\n\nBastien knew that with what he had seen of Lady Kolgrim's personality so far, his comment most likely made her annoyed. It seemed as though, for some strange reason, he liked the idea of ruffling her feathers a little. Teasing her.\n\nHe dropped the veil and stood up straight, his neutral expression returning as he shrugged. \"Then again, it is up to you.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nLady Calypso Kolgrim had often found herself wishing she was a man. \nThe desire never really involved her physical form, even though she knew it would be necessary. No, her wishes went mostly on how people would act around her. How respect would be handed to her without second thoughts. How others would listen when she spoke and not just hear her. And most importantly, how no one would take the liberty to invade her personal space, whispering in a lower voice acting like she was enjoining this display of power over her. Like Bastian was doing at that moment.\n\nShe had to gather all her will to not simply deck him with a punch and break his jaw as his long fingers lightly caressed her veil dangerously close to her cheek, but without touching her.\nBut she didn't, Calypso stayed still waiting for the man to step back. She knew he was messing wi her, trying to find some entertainment in bothering her.\nLady Calypso knew many young girls that would have blushed and swoon over such attention, and she'd probably be between them, if the situation was different, if she and Lord De Lysse had met differently, she wasn't blind he was a handsome man.\n\nBut it wasn't. Calypso was trying to be serious, professional. Sure she permitted herself a couple of wits but had been very careful never overstep. Once Bastien finally stood back she stared at him for a moment, her face back to her original gentle traits, to conceal the growing need to wipe that satisfied smile off his face.\n\"I don't think there is room for objections on my part,\" Her voice was delicate and polite \"I would gladly take the role as a lady in waiting for your young sister your grace.\" And lowered her head in a small bow. Despite having backed up he was still too close for her liking.\n\n\"And you don't have to worry about my veil, my lord,\" Stated her gently. \" Once it will be off you'll get to admire my face as much as your heart desire.\" A light flatter of her lashes and a small smile to add a bit of coquetry, without being vulgar \"I'll just look the other way.\" And let the meaning behind those words hang between them.\nThe young lady clapped her hands and again, a servant appeared, waiting for instructions. \"Please lead his grace to the door, \" Her eyes didn't leave Bastien not even for a moment. \" And inform the maids to start preparing my effects for the travel.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n*Idiot.*\n\nBastien realized he had done something incorrectly at Lady Kolgrim's sudden change of voice, going from normal to sweet-sounding. As she made ladylike comments and fluttered her eyelashes, Bastien felt a vague feeling of disappointment. He liked her better when she was being rude and honest rather than sweet and polite. It made her just the same as the numerous other women, be it strangers or his cousins, who spoke honeyed words to try to take advantage of him one way or another.\n\nHaving not been around many women who were truly fond of him in his life (the only two that came to mind was Fleur and his mother, who was dead), Bastien had become accustomed to showing affection in his own way. With Fleur, it was constant teasing and taunting with genuine comments expressed in between the lighthearted gibes.\n\nHe felt his stomach drop as he replayed what he had said in his head. \n\n*'Again,'* He thought as he looked down at Lady Kolgrim, his face still a mask but his eyes remorseful. It was stupid of him to assume that she would perceive his intentions clearly. He felt a small part of himself almost die as he realized how she must have interpreted his actions. Doing something so crass, and to a mourning woman of all people. He really was hopeless. *'Again, you have done something wrong.*\n\nAgain, for the countless time, he had made a stupid mistake.\n\n\"I- apologize,\" He said numbly as he drew away from her. The shame, disgust, and overall contempt he was feeling towards himself was overwhelming. He was just as bad as his repulsive extended family. He needed to leave. \"I will return in three days.\" A pause. \"If you change your mind,\" He added softly, \"I would understand. Again... I'm sorry.\"\n\nHe gave her one last look, regret flitting in his dark eyes, before he turned away and followed the servant to the door."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n Calypso stood in the dining room, staring at the wall in front of her. Her mask fell completely now that she was alone. Her jaw tightly clenched her and her hand curled in fists so tight that little moon slices were imprinted in her palm by manicured fingernails. \nAnd yet she wasn't completely angry. Of course, she was offended by his behavior but... His eyes.\nWhen he looked at her when she spoke to him in that sweet girly voice, she was expecting to see satisfaction, craving, and maybe even lust in his eyes. But instead, she read guilt and shame. He had read right through her and she wasn't used to be read. Calypso was the reader and people her books, she had spent years making sure to erase every written word from her skin her face the only ink was the black in her hair. His apologies ringing in her head, but no satisfaction came with it.\n\nThis was dangerous.\n\n***\n\nThree days had passed and Calypso had spent them meticulously organizing her belongings in chests and trunks. Each of the containers had a hidden second bottom in which were seating her two swords, all her beloved alchemy books, and various vials and jars containing poisonous elements.\n\nThe young lady stood on the ground in front of her house, where all the luggage had been placed, waiting for the carriage to arrive. She was still dressed in dark clothes, but the veil was gone, she styled in an elegant braid with a dark string tying them at the end. A beaded necklace hanging from her long neck.\nBefore that Calypso had been wandering around the estate, entering every room without saying a word, giving each of them an unspoken goodbye. \n\nThe last room she had visited was her father's study. She hadn't been into it since the day of his death. The tall bookshelf and the weapons hanging from the wall, at the center of it, his desk. Calypso passed a light hand on the dark oak. Letting a tear roll down her cheeks and hit the wood. \n\nNow she was waiting outside, sitting on one of the trunks. A couple of servants waiting with her, the other sent home whit their last pay and a goodbye, some of them had seen her growing and despite her detached attitude, it was still hard to let go of all of this. To the house, to the city, she had grown up in. \nBut it had to be done."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien rode on horseback, with the large carriage following in tow closely behind him. He inhaled deeply as a rush of air blew his hair back. The cool breeze was a welcome feeling, but it did not help his uneasiness. He had no clue how he was to face Lady Kolgrim after their last encounter. He was horrible when it came to women of any kind, and their last meeting had only cemented that fact further into his mind.\n\n*'She most likely hates me,'* He thought as he neared the estate. *'And is completely justified in doing so. The reasonable assumption is for me to expect to be sent...'*\n\nHis trail of thought fizzled out as he saw multiple boxes stacked neatly outside of the Kolgrim house. Several servants were carrying things out of the house or simply waiting beside Lady Kolgrim, who stood beside them with her hands folded.\n\n*'...Away.'*\n\nSo she decided she wanted to come.\n\nBastien felt relieved in the sense that he hadn't offended her so greatly that she had changed her mind. He noticed immediately that she was no longer wearing her veil, and her face was now in plain view. A faint blush crept on his cheeks as he, for the millionth time, recalled the idiotic words he had said to her in her dining room. Her dark eyes locked with his, and he quickly averted his gaze from her.\n\nHe led Bear into a trot as he neared her, then pulled the reins gently to stop as he was close enough beside her. \"I see you have made your decision,\" He said coolly as he looked in her general direction, but not directly at her. He could not bring himself to look at her face. He had not known Lady Kolgrim would take his words literally, but he knew he should have suspected as much.\n\n*'If this is an attempt to make me feel further ashamed of what I said,'* He thought as he looked away in the direction of the carriage, feeling his face growing hot, *'then it is succeeding spectacularly.'*"
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n \n\nAs soon as she spotted the young lord riding towards her a satisfaction filled her chests. Their eyes locked for a mere second before he turned away. Even once he had stopped his house besides her his eyes were never quite focused on her face traveling around resting on the neck of the horse, her skirt, the grass, for a moment she wondered if it wouldn't be better for them to switch roles. Her sitting high and mighty on the horse and him playing the part of the humble lady. \n\nLord Bastien was ashamed and Calypso found herself amused by the color on his cheeks as she let a sly smile slide on her sleep, her eyes fixed on his face shamelessly. \"I am in no position to refuse such an advantageous proposition, my Lord,\" Said her gently caressing the snout of the horse. \"There isn't much left for me here anyway.\" Her eyes trailing towards the stone structure. \"Changes need to be done for life to continue.\" Those were words her father would often repeat, and firmly believed in. \n\n\"Speaking of changes,\" Her gaze went back to the nobleman's face \"Am I more of your liking now my lord?\" Teased her \"Don't worry about flattering me. My mourning days are coming to a close and wearing the veil is not functional at all for traveling. Your words had no impact on my decision, despite how eager you looked.\" There was no venom but her words were like fangs and Calypso was making sure to sink them into Bastien's flesh.\n\nThe young lady squinted lightly tilting her head, \"Are you feeling unwell my lord? \" Asked her with slight mockery, her hand still caressing the horse\"Your cheeks are so red, was the ride too much or the sun too hot? Shall I fetch you some water?\" Ok, she was having fun, it was impossible to deny it. \n\nAs soon as the carriage had stopped on the grass, Calypso's servant had started placing her stuff on it, she shoots a glance at it before turning back to look at the Lord's face \" Are we not to travel on the same vehicle? Shame.\" And turned to look at the horse \" But I'm sure you'll keep our lordship on the right trail, am I right? \" This time Calypso was talking to the horse, a genuine smile on her lips as she caressed the animal."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nWearing a veil would be perfectly functional, as she was to sit in the carriage for the entire duration of the trip, but Bastien held his tongue. He was to be more professional. He was now Lady Calypso's employer, after all.\n\nAt the mention of his complexion, he cleared his throat. \"No, I am fine,\" He said as his eyes finally found their way to her face. In her eyes was a challenge. A knowing look.\n\nShe was teasing him. And yet when he teased her, it was perceived so differently. *Why must things be so complicated?* He thought as he looked at her. *I suppose it's different in a way. Even though I don't know how.*\n\nOh well. He was not going to make the same mistake again. He was to have a business relationship with her. He was not paying her to be his friend, or anything else.\n\nHe sighed, running a hand through his hair back as another gust of breeze cooled his face. \"As long as you are able to perform your tasks, I do not particularly care about anything else,\" He said evenly.\n\n\"I took the liberty of making travel arrangements,\" He added, his eyes locking with her for a few moments as she stepped away from his horse. \"The entire carriage is yours. I will be on horseback for the duration of the trip.\" He gave her a small, empty smile. \"I'm sure you would prefer it that way.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n \n\nCalypso forced herself to stop smiling. She needed to be careful about how she spoke to him now. It was time to get back to business and stop fooling around. She nodded solemnly \"Of course your grace. You don't have to worry, it may take me a moment to adjust to the new situation, but you don't need to concern yourself with that. \"\n\nSure, traveling alone was nice but she still needed to talk to him \"Oh, I see...\" Murmured her. \" I'll be honest I expected that we could put a good use the absence of unwanted ears during the travel to better discuss my position.\" She bit the inside of her cheeks, looking around her discreetly \"You still need to give me the information I asked you.\" Her voice quiet. \n\n\"Mine aren't unfounded questions my lord. I need to know who I should look myself from, who's eyes should try to avoid, what places and times are safe.\" She whispered almost hissing those words not looking directly at him. \"And most important who or what you want me to keep eyes on and ears open for.\" \n\n\" I'm sure that you are perfectly aware that walls have ears, all of them. If what you told me is true as soon as I'll arrive in the Gray Hills everyone will be watching my every movement with hostility and it will be difficult and dangerous for us to discuss such matters in your home.\" She knew that Bastien wasn't stupid, he put her on alert about what kind of situation she was about to get herself into. \"Meanwhile the wooden walls of a carriage are fare more secure to keep information away from unwanted listeners. \" She could be more clear than that, she needed him on the carriage with her.\n\nCalypso wouldn't need all this Kind of information if she was merely going to be his sister companion.\nBut she wasn't. He wanted her to put herself on the first line to retrieve information for him and yet he was giving her absolutely nothing to protect herself with. This wasn't a joke for her."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nKolgrim Estate, Sol\n\nBastien studied her for a moment as she said all of this. It made sense to him, but he did not expect her to be so serious about wanting to know all of the information so quickly. When he had offered her a position as Fleur's lady-in-waiting, he had meant it literally. It seems as though Lady Kolgrim was thinking that the arrangement was more focused on her... *Talents*, so to speak. Bastien had not meant for this to happen, but he did not mind the idea of having Lady Kolgrim's services to himself now and then.\n\n*...'Did not mind the idea of having Lady Kolgrim's services to himself now and then??;;;'*\n\n\"Ugh,\" He said aloud as he pinched the bridge of his nose, grimacing at the way his mind had phrased that thought so tastelessly. He shook his head slightly, as if to clear away the idea of that thought, before he looked down at Lady Kolgrim.\n\n\"Yes, I suppose that makes sense,\" He said slowly. He dismounted his horse swiftly, giving it to the person sitting beside the coachman to ride. \"Though if people were to know we were alone in a carriage together for an hour trip, rumors are liable to spread.\" \n\nRumors were putting it mildly, and Bastien was sure Lady Kolgrim understood what he was implying. It would be scandalous if they were caught together in the carriage without a chaperone."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nTh Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n\nCalypso forced her eyes to stay still and not roll at his implication. Seriously this man, one moment he surprised her with wit and well thought out and important affirmation, and a moment later he fails her on this basic things.\"I am perfectly aware of that. That's why they will not see us together in the carriage my lord.\" Stated her checking her nails. \"Before our arrival, we will stop at a safe distance and let you down from the vehicle. Then you'll get back on your horse and do the last part of the road on horse back. \" And looked up back to him. \n\n\"That or we get rid of the horse all together and say it got injured and you were forced to come back by carriage.\" Stated her with a little shrug, but she could see her attachment to the animal and was sure her would deny that option. \"Up to you your Grace, it makes no difference for me but we need to have this talk.\" Explained her patiently. \n\nShe walked up to the carriage, all her stuff perfectly seated on top of it. It was so weird to see how most of her life could be contained in such a little amount of boxes. All the servants came to give her one last goodbye, the older women from the kitchen making her promise to be sure to eat properly, the maids while holding her hands, wished her luck and to find herself a good catch, with a frivolous giggle. The older men who had worked for his father didn't say much, but she could see that in their eyes she wasn't a young woman leaving to find fortune, but the child they had seen run trough the all, leave forever, the last remanding trace of the man they admired, gone. \nFinally Calypso step on to the carriage and from the window she watched her home being completely empty for the first time. \n\nFor a second she thought she could she the ghosts of her parents waving at her from a window."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Kolgrim Estate, Sol\n\n\"No,\" Bastien said firmly as he put a hand on Bear's neck. \"I could not desert Bear.\" He considered her alternative idea for a moment. \"I suppose we will try your other idea, where I will leave the carriage before we reach out destination.\" *Though if it fails,* He thought as he lowered his hand and gave Bear's reins to the second coachman, *It will look very bad for the two of us. Especially if someone sees me go through the effort of pretending I was not in the carriage for the ending duration of the trip.*\n\nBastien sighed, then went into the carriage and shut the door. With a click of the tongue of the coachman in front, the carriage rattled slightly and then began to move. Already, Bastien was feeling uncomfortable. His long legs felt scrunched up in the small carriage, and he wanted to keep a respectful distance from Lady Kolgrim. \n\nHe glanced at her, following her gaze to the old house that was slowly leaving her view. He could see her expression clearly without the veil, and it seems as though she had sadness about leaving, but no regret. He did not want to interrupt her final goodbye, so he sat there quietly, looking out his own window, until she decided to speak to him. He understood the importance of a having a private final memory."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Demetri Troiarus\n\nSouthern Pantheon house of Worship, Rikolto, Terresol\n\n\n\"So then that must put you in an awkward position, Magistrate, considering it seems the Wisdoms have had targets on their backs.\" Oh how he did love a good turn of phrase.\n\n\n\"I do not think either of us can discuss 'possibility,' when it comes to gods.\" He had seen Tiny Vik do amazing things, but here in this office it would be taken as hearsay and nothing more. \"In fact the god of the south seemed to ride a whale at one point, truly a magnificent feat.\"\n\n\nHe continued.\n\n\n\"The difference between here and there is permission, my dear lady. I am here, asking *Nicely* To sanction an empty warehouse for Worship within the walls, if not to make it easier for the ruling class to make their commute. Do you expect them to travel to a swamp whenever they wish to pray? In any case you continue to show a lack of knowledge in our religion! Rikolto was where our great lord took his bride some centuries ago!\" He was letting emotions get the better of him, so he paused to regain his composure.\n\n\n\"In any case, have you ever tried to build in a swamp? I have heard of an amusing story about a Lord and his three attempts.\" He giggled at the memory.\n\n\n\"If we must continue to question religious significance then I feel it only fair if we look at Rikolto and it's religious place in the Southern Pantheon. Religions expand, people wish to have a place to go that's close to home. It's that simple, my lady.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nSP House of Worship, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nCassandras lips curled into a mocking smirk as he discussed the Wisdoms being targets themselves. In Rikolto they had only become targets because the Visionaries had pushed the people towards violence under the guise of their religion. The Southern Pantheon condemned violence and they would never cause anyone harm in the name of a god.\n\n\"A story to propel a man who inflicts pain for the sheer enjoyment of it to the people of the Southern Isles.\" Cassandra countered, considering pointing out that the religion of Tiny Vik was much the same. These stories thrown about to make him seem far more powerful than he was. Cassandra imagined she would be terribly underwhelmed if the two were to meet. \n\n\"Lord Hecate before his tragic,\" She paused, locking eyes with Demetri, \"Death did not adhere to your religion and neither does the Lady Elania whose education I have had the privilege of overseeing.\" She paused in thought. Lord Hecates death was suspicious - the Asters in Rikolto were not given the opportunity to study the body and confirm the brawl story. Cassandra had a feeling it wasn't a accident though she had no definitive proof to the contrary other than how much the death benefited Tiny Vik and his cult. She had sent word to the Abigreth in Terresol making note of her suspicions.\n\n*'Hmm, you said just moments ago that your god had plans for the swamp.'* She thought, steeling herself against those ridiculous giggles. \"And yet you'll find that despite your fanciful display outside this building many people in Rikolto retain their faith in the Southern Pantheon. They are welome to worship a large collection of gods, including personal ones in their own homes as every god is a reflection of Saris.\" Standing up, Cassandra made her decision known. \n\n\"The followers of Tiny Vik can do what many others in Rikolto do with the gods of their ancestors - worship them privately or in small gatherings within their homes.\" Pulling her dark purple dress to the side she made her way to the door and opened it with a forced smile. \n\n\"If Rikolto is not important enough for your god to grace us with his presence then a place of worship here is not needed. Should he desire to remedy that, I would be happy to return to the discussion.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos Vortigon\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\n\"Bollocks,\" Cleos swore. He hadn't caught a single knucklebone after the throw. In fact, flipping his hand to the backside had struck one and sent it flying off into the grass.\n\n\"Unlucky, Cleos,\" Said Dus, showing him the mouth of his coin pouch. \"That's my two silvers then, thank you very much.\"\n\nAs Cleos sighed and fished out Dus' money, their friend Furlos leaned in and looked between them. \"I must say, Cleos, you used to be fairly good at this.\"\n\n\"It's that tutor,\" Said Dus with a sardonic smile. \"He's taken all the skill out of his hand. The man here should be cutting hay and stunning pigs like the rest of us, but instead, he's learning how to write his signature and rub foreign cock.\"\n\nCleos snorted. \"Maybe. Listen ...\" He sat up straight, looking at the two of them. \"Just because that old man's making me learn about dead people and how to read a dead language does *Not* Mean I'll stop being one of the boys.\"\n\n\"It's more than just that, Cleos.\" Dus frowned, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. Cleos felt a bite at the back of his mind and placed his hands firmly on his knees.\n\n\"Just because I'm being *Oiled up for the throne*,\" He said, \"Doesn't mean I'll ever stop being one of the boys. I may've been raised in that palace over yonder, but I grew up *Here*, with you lot. I'm going to miss it.\"\n\n\"Stuff that,\" Said Furlos, tart and incredulous.\n\n\"I mean it! I'm going to miss the work. Hacking away at the grass, getting a good sweat out. Whacking pig's heads with a mallet just before winter ... You know, tossing a carrot at them first so they don't notice.\" His friends chuckled. \"But I'm *Not* Going to forget it, nor any of you. The two of you and all the others are going to be there at my coronation. We'll drink the royal cellars dry.\"\n\n\"And you'll make me lord of the province, right?\" Asked Dus.\n\n\"Of course. Who better to guard Terresol's frontier than the honourable Dus?\" He rubbed his chin. \"I'm not sure what the tradition is for that, though. You might have to fight Lutur for it.\"\n\nDus shrugged. \"So? I can take that pup. I'll make *Him* King of the worms and all of his sisters my wives.\"\n\nThe three of them cackled. It was that wicked, profane, bittersweet mirth that only powerless young men could share. Cleos made sure to savour that feeling; his days of being a powerless young man were nearly at their end."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Demetri Troiarus\nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"Your lack of foresight and imagination is truly troubling.\" He quipped before taking his parchments and exiting through the door the Wisdom held open.\n\nHe escorted himself to the doors he came in through, taking a deep breath to control his emotions. He had to regain as much composure as possible before addressing his people."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho rode through the town of Rikolto, a satchel slung over his shoulder. He rides until he spots a local couriers keep, he would drop off various documents and certifications for engaging in trade within the region and leaves. After dropping off his letters, he'd make way to the merchants in the city. \n\nJericho hitched his horse at a nearby post and walked towards the various market places around. He'd gander at the local products and silently ponder what investments should be made."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nA man was being dragged trough the steets. In a place not fogotten by the gods, this would've raised the alarm, but not here. Here, change was in the air. Men were becoming becoming stronger, more profound, and more evil.\n\nIt was perhaps for this reason that even a stranger like Jericho Heinrich didn't notice the grim cortege behind him. How could he? The vendor facing him remained unphased as the bandits and their prisioner passed behind his client.\n\nIt would be the prisioner who would make his presence known to Heirich. Jericho could feel his clothes being pulled with desperation, yet at the same time with not enough strength. He could hear a single word, well... Almost one.\n\n\"Hel...\"\n\nWhen he turned, he could not see the prisioner, so covered in mud was he. But he could see his captors: two men and two women. Not very old, if appearence was anything to go by. The one closer to Heinrich, a giant almost twize his size, turned around and gazed at Jericho with murderous eyes. Wait. No. Not at him. At the vendor. Why?\n\nTurning around, he rejoined his group, and the sound of chains that went with them."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho frowned, his coat soiled by the hands of a captive, not mad at the prisoner but rather the captors for allowing their prisoner to besmirch his coat. Jericho had to do something, so he did.\n\nJericho walked forth to the men and women whom liberated the poor man. \"Greetings ladies and gents, I've... Well, I've noticed you carry with you a slave... I don't know about you but a man knows quality when he sees it and what you've got is a fine working slave there and... Well if you ever wanted wanted to make a profit, the best way of doing so is...*Business*...How about I take that slave off your hands for a large sum?\"\n\nJericho smiled, he clearly looked out of place but... He did in-fact look the part he played, a nobleman. His coat was made of fine cloth and the interior lined with red satin, his shoes were well shined, his hat brand new, and he had what others around him didn't, a large amount of confidence. \n\n\"What do you say?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nOne of the captors, a tomboy-ish girl with a white shirt burst out laughing.\n\n\"A slave! Hahahaha! In Marin! Doesn't anyone respect the mandates of Saris anymore? Or are you from Azarya?\"\n\n\"I told you this land was cursed,\" Said the giant. And he spat on the ground. \"People are becoming insane in here.\"\n\nThe leader of the gang, a handsome young man with a cruel stare, stepped forward.\n\n\"This is a good chance to get something worthwile out of him.\"\n\n\"No!\" The girl shouted.\n\n\"Syanna! This little rat is a not witch!\" Replied the leader. \"We've carried him weeks and he hasn't done anything. Give it up.\"\n\n\"I saw it. I felt it. If only we had searched for Regina!\"\n\n\"Regina is dead!\"\n\nThe group fell into silence. The giant then turned towards Jericho and said:\n\n\"I'm with Lancel. I say we sell him to these apostates.\"\n\nLancel, the leader, walked slowly towards Heinrich and asked him how much did he meant when he had referred to a \"Large sum\"."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"Think of it as an investment!\" The man stood at relatively the same height as Jericho, he looks him in his eyes and smiles. \"I come from Aco, the wealthiest city in Araedia and I can promise you up to ten thousand gold coin for your little friend here in the next coming days once my business is up and running. I am a business man and slavery would immediately increase the amount of money I'd be making! So... Let's say in...5 days, you meet me at the swamp south of Sediz and you'll be rewarded handsomely... Deal?\"\n\nJericho held out his hand for a shake, his eyes read true and his tone seemed sincere."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nLancel went to his group, where he whispered something to the others, then returned with a chilling grin.\n\n\"Well,\" He said. \"We just happen to be planning a stay in Rikolto. We'll be here until we collect the payment.\"\n\nHe dropped the prisoner at Jericho's feet, and turning on his heals, went the other way with his posse.\n\nThe beaten man dragged a hand towards Jericho, and grabbed his ankle.\n\n\"W-water...\" He said."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho helped the man to his feet, \"Alright alright... Water it is.\" Jericho walked to a nearby merchant and used some spare coin on him to purchase a waterskin filled with freshwater, he returned moments later and handed it to the man. \n\n\"Follow me...*Slave.*\" Jericho had purposefully said 'slave' with a suggestive tone and winked. \n\n\"Drink up and tell me about yourself and all that has happened... I am curious.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nThe man drank all the water, and asked for more. To Heinrich's surprise, he used it to wash his face.\n\nHe was a young man, not much olders than the brigands who had captured him, with dark hair and blue eyes. His skin was unnatursly pale, a result of his mistreatment, most likely.\n\n\"It is a long tale, and all of of it's characters are dead or missing.\"\n\nHe looked around.\n\n\"What is this place?\" He asked."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho sighed \"You can have more water in a moment, for now I want to hear your tale... It may hold importance to my next actions. Plus, those bastards tarnished my coat... They will pay...\"\n\nJericho returned to his typical stern look, looking at the young man with little pity. The young man could tell Jericho wasn't happy with the group. \"I know you want revenge and the gods above know I want it too... Let me hear your story...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nAnd so Felix Reed began to tell the tale of his misadventures in the land of Harronheart. From his meeting with the Ibbish knights, to the assault of the Sable Siblinghood on Harronkeep Castle, and his capture.\nHe specifically avoided any mention of the witch, describing the whole affair in the same way as a scholar or a bystander would. Jercho couldn't help but notice how Felix never seemed to be the main character in his stories."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"So... You are an apothecary? And those bastards back there took you with them for... For what? You had barely a thing to do with the whole ordeal... I suppose it matters not... Listen. You are no slave of mine and we have 5 days to prepare...\"\n\nJericho scratches his chin and look to the man again, \"I have a proposition... You seem to be in need of a new life... I saved your skin now I think you could do me the favor of helping mine.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"Sure thing. Whatever it is. I am in your debt.\"\n\nThe apothecary gazed at his clothes.\n\n\"Alas, I'm afraid I'm in need of a bath, and soon, of food. Real food. I wouldn't be surprised if what those brigands fed me was horse manure.\nDo you own a house here?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"Firstly, I have a horse. Secondly, you will bathe soon. Thirdly, let's just say you will join me on a business venture that will be beneficial for the both of us. Now get on.\" Jericho mounts his horse and pats the back end of the horse, gesturing for him to get on. \n\nJericho would look around for a town hall from where he sat, next stop is the acquiring of property."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"And how would you go about doing that?\" Asked Felix. \"This place is strange. The people look confident, yet afraid. Those things don't go together. Something is wrong. I can sense it in the air.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho clicks twice with his tongue and they begin riding throughout Rikolto, Jericho searches for the town hall or any other government official buildings. \"Might just be the smell... I can smell riches my friend and you'll soon see why.\" \n\nJericho continues leading the horse until arriving at the city hall. He hitches the horse outside the building and would step off the horse, satchel in hands. \"You can wait here or accompany me... Though... I don't know how accepting they are of people in your condition.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"You go inside. I'll guard the horse.\"\n\nHe should've bathed first. Alas. It was too late now. And so he stood by the side of the Town Hall, waiting for Heinrich to return.\n\nFinally free of his shackles, Kiervan could finally look at Rikolto in all of it's dark splendour. A bloody red spread across the sky, as strange men in golden masks treaded the dirt roafs.\nHe could feel it. This was a place of power... But why? There were no altars, no amcient temples to channel the esoteric forces. A most intriguing thing."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho walks into the city hall and approaches the front counter, his distinguished looks would be off putting but charming nonetheless. Jericho would knock on the counter and with a smile, say \"Hello! Jericho Heinrich at your service! I am here today to discuss possible ownership of a property in the area? I have the proper documents required if you'd like to view them...\"\n\nJericho stares intently at the government official in-front of him. He smiles charmingly and rummages through his satchel for the documents whilst waiting a response.\n\nThe woman at the front counter would look up at Jericho with a puzzled expression, as though he had been a ghost standing before her. \"A-are you sure you want to purchase land in this city sir?...You just don't seem like the type of person to live in his region...\"\n\nJericho sighed, his smile still vibrant. \"It is for business madam! Nothing more, nothing less.\" \n\nThe woman sighed and gestured for the papers, Jericho was quick to oblige and hand over the documents. She read them over and moments had passed before her next response.\n\n\"These all seem to be in order, I will arrange a meeting for you and the cities clerk.\" And with that, the woman stood and walked to one of the back rooms. Jericho was left to stand there with his thoughts. He tapped the counter and checked his pocket watch.\n\n\"The clerk will see you now, sir.\" Jericho perked up and began walking to the room, upon entering he'd notice it was well-kempt and furnished with rather old antique furniture. An older gentleman sat on a chair across a finely built table. The woman would soon walk out, the door closing behind the two gentlemen.\n\n\"Good afternoon sir, Jericho Heinrich at your service.\" He would quickly take a seat across from the man who looked rather stern, Jericho didn't mind. Jericho's smile faded as he knew business would soon be conducted."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The clerk was some forty years of age by the look of him. He had a swarthy, wisened face, with a hooked nose and hazel eyes. Fingers interlinked on his desk, he gave Jericho a nod as the latter took his seat.\n\n\"Same to you, Mister Heinrich.\" The clerk tilted his head. \"A foreigner's name. From where are you coming to us, may I ask?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto City Hall, Terresol\n\n\"I come from Araedia, from the city of Aco, though that is far behind me now.\" Jericho would adjust his coat slightly, easing in the chair. \"I take it you folk don't get many newcomers.\"\n\nJericho would chuckle to himself, him finding his own statement amusing."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "\"One of the great roads passes through Akno, but if you mean folk who would come to set down roots ...\" He shook his head. \"This usually isn't their choice of province. And that makes *You* Very unusual.\" The clerk arched an eyebrow. \"Why exactly do you want to settle here?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto City Hall, Terresol\n\nJericho pauses, trying his best to seem as sincere as he can. \"I come here for the sake of trade! I seek to set up a hub for trading at a local property I wish to own after today's business is done. This location has large amounts of profitable potential, so I will take any opportunity I can get...\" \n\nJericho sounds quite enthusiastic despite his expression and remained constant eye contact with the clerk."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The clerk threw a look out the window. \"Indeed.\" Standing from his chair, he went to stoop down by a cupboard, and produced from it a leatherbound manuscript book. He set it down on the table and began to flick through its vellum pages. \"Well, I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. Ever since this place became a veritable *Holy land*, converted blow-ins have been eating up the nearby plots like a swarm of locusts.\" The man chuckled grimly, still perusing the book, until eventually he stopped and fingered one particular entry.\n\n\"It seems you're in luck. 'Mas Sifisme' is the local name for it. It's just outside the city walls, close to the road. Belonged to a blacksmith. It's been vacant for three years ...\" The clerk squinted at the writing. \"... Which would make sense, since the original owner was apparently exiled for *Witchraft*. How about that?\n\n\"If you're not the kind of man to fear a curse,\" The clerk said, bringing out a nib pen and a little bottle of ink, \"Then this might be just the place you're looking for.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto City Hall, Terresol\n\nJericho would stifle a chuckle, \"Curse? My apologies sir, but I have no belief in that nonsense. But a secluded little shack outside the town walls though? That sounds too good to be true.\"\n\nJericho perked up, resting his elbows atop the table and gladly glanced at the clerk's book, eyeing the entry. \"If there is any way I could ever purchase this place, I'd gladly do so, see I am not looking for anything overrun with the public, the *Trading hall* As it is titled, should be a place people come to, to negotiate real business in an environment away from ne'er-do-well's and vagrants. Fine gentleman with goods to be bartered... What is included with the property if I may ask?\" Jericho's brow would raise questioningly."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The cleric seemed a touch perturbed when Jericho put his elbows on the table, eyeing him over. He had his hands steepled and his back straight; he had an increasingly cautious air as Jericho continued to express his remarkable enthusiasm.\n\nHe seemed to take a moment to process the question, then looked at page. \"Two stories. Everything in the house was either destroyed or appropriated by the city council, mostly sold to family members thereafter.\" He placed a finger down on the entry, tracing it beneath the lines. \"There's a well nearby, and the bones of a smithy. Fifty acres of mostly arable land. The former owner grew crops, but the fields are fallow now, of course. There's a pen for animals. And, as I said, it's next to the road, which I suppose would suit your ... *Purposes *Very nicely.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto City Hall, Terresol\n\nJericho frowns, realizing he has broken an important rule in mannerism and quickly withdraws his elbows. \"I couldn't think of a better place to purchase... I think I will take it. What is the pricing? I don't intend on paying all at once mind you.\"\n\nJericho simmered slightly, he didn't want to give the clerk any bad impressions but his excitement was getting the better of him, he took a deep breath before continuing."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\nAs the mansion came into view, Serafina glanced around the fields in hopes of seeing Cleos. She wouldn't, of course, having only met the boy one time and not recalling his appearence in detail. She had promised him glory when they had first met and though she did not fully intend to retreat on her promises she did not intend to keep them to the same extent either. New information had emerged at the Council, some of which she was willing to share and other bits she would keep to herself. \n\n\"Let us hope my prayers to the gods have been answered and he is still here.\" She murmured. \"Alive and well.\" Nudging her horse forward, the Magistrate followed the road to the main building before dismounting and searching for assistance. \n\n\"Magistrate?\" Serafina turned to find the Lord a few steps away, a puzzled look on his face. \"My apologies, I was not informed of your arrival. Why have you returned?\" \n\n\"I was required to attend the Council of Taemar and at the time could not take Cleos with me. I believed he would be safer here, among people who care about his well-being.\" She smiled. \"Now that those duties have been fulfilled, it is time for Cleos to return with me.\" Serafina took a few steps forward and gently placed a hand on the Lords arm as her gaze held his own. \"I cannot thank you enough for protecting him. The gods will greatly reward you for this.\"\n\n—————— Out in the fields ——————\n\nIt had been many years since Serafina had treat through muddy fields, though at that time she had done so in more appropriate attire. It brought her a sense of comfort. One she seldom indulged in given her position. In some ways Serafina envied the Wisdoms and Visions who got to live among people in outlying villages. Teaching and educating the people with the newest research and, of course, the Southern Pantheon ideals. It had always been about more than that to her. People were curious in what was different and she had certainly been different. Serafina showed an unwavering faith to the gods and they had richly blessed her during her time in the outlying villages. Many of the people she had tutored and counseled had become successful in varying way. A smile played on her lips as she thought of Mathen, a young boy in one of the villages who had grown and was now a well-established Physic at the Abigreth. \n\nYes, Serafina had great faith and the strength of it was manifest in those she touched. \n\nTheir pace slowed and she returned to reality, glancing around the fields for the boy. A few steps further she stopped to greet him - the resemblence undeniable. \"Cleos?\" She smiled. \"It's good to see you alive and well. How are you faring?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\nHis eyes rose to meet hers. Cleos was sitting against a boulder that no generation of local farmers had ever managed to remove; it sat in the midst of the barley like a dark clam washed up onto golden sand. Cleos' hair seemed black as pitch in the shade of that rock, but the smoldering amber of his eyes shone out at her.\n\nBringing the book in his hands to a gentle close, he stood up, one hand discreetly freeing some hem of his tunic that was caught in his belt. He gave Serafina a clear nod. \"I'm well, Serafina. Wisdom Yustus has been teaching me well.\" He pressed the book to his stomach, a quizzical look falling upon his features. \"How was Taemar? I managed to pry some rumours from other people coming home through the town. People spoke of a shape-changing assassin. They said that warriors put some Taemish witches to the torch and ended the plague.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\n\"I'm happy to hear that your studies have been going well.\" Wisdom Yustus had not been her first pick of a tutor, but the Grand Wisdom who had told her about Cleos suggested they ask someone less well-known for the time being since news of Cleos was still a guarded secret. \n\nWhen he brought up the Council, Serafina chuckled, knowing the rumors of such events would run rampant among the populace. \"All true and events I will be happy to relay to you on our way to Sol. Are you prepared to leave or shall I give you time to say your goodbyes?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The cleric leaned back in his seat, seemingly pleased by the change in Jericho's demeanour. He smiled.\n\nThe deal went smoothly enough. They agreed on a fair price for the fifty-acre plot; naturally, due to the supposedly miasmatic nature of the location, the price was a few marks below its objective value. A stranger's name was inked into the fabric of the city's populace that day, and with a shaking of hands and the bestowment of a blemished iron house-key, Mas Sifisme had its new owner.\n\nCleos\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\nCleos cast an eye about the farmstead, frowning as the separation involved in his imminent departure appeared to fully dawn on him.\n\n\"Yes, I think I'll need a few moments for that. To say goodbye.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nFalsa Province, Terresol \n\nSerafina nodded, understanding. \"It is not forever, Cleos. The next time you see them will be when you are King.\" She smiled gently. \"I'll wait for you at the entrance and send men to prepare your belongings.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\nCleos gave a little laugh, though his eyes began to glisten. \"They won't find much. Anything dear to my heart is somewhere in the palace, if it hasn't been lost or destroyed.\" He nodded towards his distant house. \"A knife and a worn-out bag aren't much use to a king, I'd imagine.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\n\"Never underestimate something or someones use.\" She corrected him with a smile. \"After all, the gods have found treasure in you that other people denied.\" She moved forward to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. \"Go say your goodbyes. We cannot wait any longer.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto City Hall, Terresol\n\nJericho shook hands with the clerk proudly, buying this property was more than simply owning property, it was the beginning of a new life. \n\nJericho made his way out of the room, waving at the woman behind the front counter and exiting the City Hall to see his newfound acquaintance.\n\nTucking the documents into his satchel, Jericho approaches Felix. \"And so the fun begins! Let's ride.\" Jericho mounts his horse, awaiting Felix to accompany him."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nThe apothecary followed the merchant to his new home. While passing trough the streets of Rikolto, his attention was drawn time and again towards the men in masks: golden mask and purple robes, iron masks and black tunics... The visionnaires commanded fascination and dread.\nAnd seeing them masked in gold and silver reminded Felix of how the bandits had taken his Azaryan war-mask.\n\nPerhaps it was time to get a new one.\n\n\"What is your plan from here?\" He asked Jericho. \"You could start by tellimg me your name. Mine is Felix, Felix Ravenloft Reed.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Mas Sifisme, Terresol\n\n\"I'm Jericho... Jericho Heinrich, it is a pleasure to meet you... Though not under these circumstances. The next plan, well, we will first gander my new property and begin repairs and furnishing, then we either gather a surplus of trading goods or open the trading hall and begin getting proper income.\"\n\nThey'd arrive at the run down building, an older looking house, two stories, a large field trailing off into forestry behind the house, and the road merely a few feet away from it. Jericho hitched his horse and walked inside. \"Felix, everything I said back there to those barbarous folk holding you captive was an outright lie, I bought us enough time to prepare for them though.\" Jericho said whilst unlocking the door to his new 'Trading Hall' or rather, what will *Soon* Be his new 'Trading Hall', upon opening the door it dark, decrepit, and nearly empty.\n\nThe inside was a mess, old furniture lie broken on the floor, smithy equipment strewn about and nonfunctional, the wood was clearly old and it was quite clear that repair must be arranged before business can begin."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"Prepare how?\" Asked Felix seemingly dumbfounded.\n\nIt was a lie. Not the question, but the tone which he had used to deliver it. Felix knew better than anyone the power of trade, of paper and coin. His father, the Lord Magnate of the West-Azyr Czerch trade guild had been drilling him that lesson since he was an infant. Perhaps he could be of more use than even heinrich suspected, but as always, he would need to keep his main agenda hidden. He feared, for example, what Heinrich might think if he learned of the Lord Magnate's slave-trading empire. Felix, no... Kiervan, had walked across rows and rows of chained elves under the watchful eye of his father back in Azarya. He understood that that the company's power was largely built on the blood of those creatures, not on ethics.\nPerhaps Heinrich could benefit from a hidden hand.\n\n\"As an apothecary, I know a thing or two about trade. I could help you with this endeavor.\"\n\nHis mind drifted back to the men in masks. They smelled like change, but also authority. They smelled like opportunity."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Mas Sifisme, Terresol\n\n\"Oh I'm positive you can, and I believe you certainly will help... But you and I both know what I mean by *Prepare*\" Says Jericho, 'prepare' ringing in the air a moment after he said it, it was clear Jericho knew what he wanted to be done, he walked around the room and began examining it closely, crouching and looking down on the broken furniture.\n\n\"Apothecary make medicine... But in order to make medicine you must first know what kills a man... You know what to put in a mans drink to make him drink no more...\" Jericho looked back at Felix with a grin. \"The poor bastards dirtied my coat... And they took your liberty for long enough. So let's make them drink... No more...\"\n\nJericho stands and begins removing old broken furniture from the house, taking it to the woods and discarding it in a discreet manner, his yard couldn't become a mess, it needed to look good for the merchants soon to come."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed - Rikolto\n\nPoinsoning the Sable Brotherhood? A good plan, but not his main focus. An assasination, even by poison, would be risky. Czerich wanted to build something in Rikolto, and fast. Revenge could come later.\n\n\"In order to get rid of that scum, we will need ressources. My _medicine_ is useless if I can't bribe someone to serve it to them, and for that we need money. What is our plan to get money? What will we sell in this Trading Hall?\"\n\nThe demand for medicine was bound to rise alongside the religious fervour and violence of the region. But there was something else about to become a prized commodity: security."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Mas Sifisme, Terresol\n\nJericho, still in the midst of his work pauses, \"We have five days to get this bustling with business. We aren't the ones trading as of yet, we are the ones condoning trade for a fee. We set the place up, make it look exclusive and elegant, make it a haven for merchants traveling from region to region, and collect fees for allowing them to trade here. Once we get enough coin, we save funding for payment, and then buy a surplus of trading goods to join the ring, it'd be a cycle at that point.\" \n\nJericho then proceeds to work and talk, gathering rubbish around the room. \"We'd take any trading goods we could get our hands on, we need a functioning business and rather soon. You could make medicine, sell it for high prices, we could advocate to whatever cult is inside those walls, tell them this place is 'religiously oriented'.\" Jericho chuckles before taking the rubbish to the forestry and dumping it. He returns moments later."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nKiervan inhailed the dusty air of the depot.\n\n\"Sounds like a good plan.\"\n\nAnd plans he had: plans to decorate with unique Azaryan motifs that would make the store seem exotic, plans to identify and secure rare goods, plans to learn about Rikolto.\n\nBut he had forgotten something, and after a couple days of work he was painfully reminded of it: he despised menial labour.\n\nEven after spending a week being dragged trough the roads of the continents, the puerile scholar in him recoiled at the idea of more physical work. Still, he pushed trough.\n\n_Sharp is the blade that cuts on it's own_.\n\nOne of his father's favorite mantras. A man has to be as self-sufficient as he can. Kind of ironic coming from the Lord Magnate.\nFelix kept working on the store until it became recognizable as something more than a barn, at times he got the impression that Heinrich wasn't doing anything.\nHe knew the merchant was away looking for buyers and sellers to bring to the hall once it would open, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was lazying around.\n\n\"Have you decided how we're going to call this place?\" He asked Jericho when he returned. \"Soon, we will have our grand opening, and we're going to need a good name.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Mas Sifisme, Terresol\n\nJericho returned after a day of charming the local merchants and traders, working over deals, 'partnerships', and learning about the culture of what has been happening with the city. Jericho came in holding a sign, already having thought and executed the name, he holds up the sign reading 'The H&R Merchants Club'\n\n\"Heinrich and Reed Merchants Club... As you've been a great help in starting this dream of mine, you've earned yourself a co-ownership position... And a deserved position at that. You truly have turned this place around Felix.\" \n\nJericho truly sounded impressed, a very different and unusual tone coming from him. He smiled with genuine happiness, not to seem charming. With outstretched arm, Jericho offered a shake.\n\n\"As my business partner, I'd like to clue you in on a little something I had planned... But before I do, have you thought of how you were going to poison the Sable's? If you hadn't... I have.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nThe shop was beginning to take shape: goods had begun to fill the stories, clients would soon follow. Alas, Heinrich had to bring again the matter of the brigands. Thing is, he was not aftraid of them. It had been them, who had feared the Witch of Harronkeep.\n\nFelix knew where the bandits were hiding: in a nearby inn, on the outskirts of town. He had not visited the place himself, but someone else had done it for him...\n\n\"Meow.\"\n\nIt was a small cat. His eyes were as blue as Felix's, and his hair just as back. On his back, he carried an ornate silver mask of Azaryan origins.\n\n\"Good job Pyotr, I knew you could get it back.\"\n\nThe bandits could keep the rest. This, and this alone was the one thing he needed to save from their clutches.\nHe turned towards Jericho, making sure to hide the mask from sight.\n\n\"I would love to hear your idea.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho smiled and motioned for Felix to follow him upstairs. Upstairs held a round table, a few shelves, and was used as a private meeting room, a records room, and a secret treasury.\n\n\"We certainly don't intend on giving the Sable their money, no sir.\" Jericho shook his head, quite unwilling to let his money go into hands of the undeserving. \"Instead I believe it'd be best to prepare for their arrival with a different gift...\" Jericho went into his satchel for two bottles of fine wine he had picked up the day prior. \"They will show up to our trading hall when we don't show up to the meeting by the swamp, demanding payment... In this circumstance, we'd put up a facade, I'm *Ecstatic*...You of course playing the slave would be miserable and proceed to fetch us a drink upon my request while I invite them upstairs where we'd discuss the matter. Within two days, we'd have possibly even more than five thousand coin, and we'd have it bagged and 'ready' for our guests.\n\nJericho talked with his hands, his body language making everything quite clear. \"You'd come in moments later, and see me chatting with our guests , I would explain to the Sable that more deals could come in the future for their services, make false promises, make them believe they would be making more treasure than ever before and we'd have a toast with our wine... That wine being poisoned courtesy of you...\"\n\nHe set the bottles on the table, one with a thin line of black ink ran down the side of it. \"The black ink on this bottle indicates the poison... The other bottle is the taste of revenge... Poison the first bottle and we'll toast with the second...\"\n\nAnd with that having been said, Jericho sat down and rested in the chair, looking at Felix expectingly."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nFalsa Province, Terresol\n\n*The gods have found a treasure in me that others denied.* Cleos nodded, and his gaze fell away. The Wisdom's touch instilled in him a deep clarity. He remembered how Father had shown him love, but only as sparsely as he had tended to his son at all. He was part of the household in some meaningful way. At the time, he even remembered a sense of confidence in claiming the name Vortigon. At the same time, he'd been cognizant that he lived in the periphery of the family's prestige; besides Father, he had received little warmth from the adults of the family.\n\nIt didn't matter anymore. Carney was abroad now, fighting for his fortune, and the rest were surely dead. Those souls were beyond the incarnations by which he had known them. Caderyn, Caspian, Rhia ... They would define his place no longer. That power rested in his own hands now.\n\n—\n\nBefore he set foot on the road, Cleos' transformation was already underway. Emaitmen, bless her, had gifted him a cloak of pure-white silk as a parting gift. It shifted and shimmered faintly in the balmy weather. He suspected his imminent ascension might have motivated her at least *As much* As his leaving. Still, he'd given sweet thanks for the gift and made a point of returning the favour someday. There were a fair few lowly Falsans who would have the quiet favour of Terresol's King. Maybe that was the first step towards corruption. Historians yet-unborn could judge him as they would.\n\nStopping short of the carriage, he looked back and waved at his friends and caregivers, who watched him go. There were no tears in his eyes now. He'd outmanoeuvred that great lump of emotion that had lurked at the back of his throat. There was nevertheless a grey sorrow weighing down his heart. Perhaps even some tender shade of guilt? With his face unburdened but his vigour dimmed, his last few steps up into the carriage were slow and soft."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - H&R merchants club - Rikolto**\n\nFelix stared at Heinrich with skepticism.\n\n\"It's too risky. They might suspect anything we give them. The poison must come from someone else.\"\n\nHe paused as his toughts inevitably drifted away from the bandits.\n\n\"What about the clients? Have you already found enough traders to fill the hall?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\n\"Fair... I've made a few friends at the local markets and they've been here a few time to conduct business with other merchants. We've been getting a lot of business as of lately.\"\n\nJericho sighs, \"I will pour the wine but my cup has to be filled before everyone's. Just make the poison and pour it in the bottle marked... We can't have these people living in Rikolto any longer.\"\n\nJericho bounced his knee and thought deeply about this situation, \"When these people see the coin, they'll think we are truthful. Keep in mind we have two days. In fact, maybe changing the meeting to the hall preemptively will make them think we mean well.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\n\"Fine, go tell them that we will have their payment ready tomorrow. In the meantime, I will visit the visionnaires.\"\n\nFelix wanted to know more about them. He had the chance to see the masked men pass trough the streets. They had called the city \"Vikolto\", meaing that they had enough influence to not be crushed by the city guard. At this point, they were probably the city guard.\nAll the more reason to get on their good side."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho sighed, it was clear Felix didn't know the severity of this situation, or if he did he didn't seem to care. Jericho watched as Felix left to tend to his own matters and so Jericho scrounged up the coin and placed it all in a bag. He made sure he hid the coin well. \n\nAfter he was finished he tended to the merchants downstairs for a while, discussing trade deals, making them feel welcomed, and serving them refreshments before he had left. Jericho rode through Rikoloto and began his search for the Sable Brotherhood members.\n\nJericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho went from tavern to tavern, market to market. He had asked and searched a variety of brothels as well, on the off chance they had chosen to 'have a little fun'. They hadn't, instead it took only a couple of tavern trips to indicate that they were settled down in an inn on the outskirts of Rikolto. Jericho rode to the Inn, it being a relatively secluded place it was quite. \n\nJericho got off his horse and proceeded to stroll into the Inn, looking around for his 'business partners'."
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"message": "The Sable Brotherhood\nThe Vermillion - Rikolto\n\nThe inn, true to it's name, boasted a large number of red decorations. Some bright like the water lilies of the Rikolto swamps, some dark like the flowers of the nenuphars. It was a three story building, with indoor balconies creating a small atrium that drew the attention towards the lamps that hung from long chains.\n\nIn the main hall, three of the reavers were waiting for Jericho: the big one, the tomboy, and the redhead. Their leader, Lancel, was absent.\n\n\"Look who we have here!\" Exclaimed the readhead. She touched one of her hairbuns. \"It's the slaver! Are you here to deliver our payment?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"Not exactly... The payment comes on the morrow. That is what I came to talk to you about. Instead of the swamps, I'd prefer we meet in the H&R Merchant Clubs private meeting room. It's rather important.\"\n\nJericho smiles charmingly at the folk, in no way a real smile. \"If you folk are interested in making triple what you are already making, tell the fourth member of your party, along with yourselves to meet me there.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Sable Brotherhood\nThe Vermillion - outskirts of Rikolto\n\nThe redhead turned towards the black-haired girl. \"I don't know,\" She said. \"Why would you come all this way without the gold? Maybe you should ask Lancel. Marius, where did Lancel go?\"\n\n\"He's up there,\" The big one pointed upwards. \"I think he's jerking off to statues or something\".\n\n\"He better not,\" Said the tomboy. She was visibly annoyed by Marius' comment. She then directed her gaze towards Heinrich. \"Word of advice, if you don't want to get trown over the railing, try to pique his interest.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nThe Countryside of the Falsa Province\n\n\"Deliver this to Grand Wisdom Albaer and ensure he burns it after reading the contents.\" Serafina instructed, handing a note to the Vision who had accompanied her. She had promised the man an update once she had found Cleos. Though, she had found him much earlier, that was true, but to protect him she had kept his location a secret, sending the information in codes that would make no sense to someone unfamiliar with the advanced lore of the Southern Pantheon. \"And this,\" She continued, pulling out a second piece of parchment, \"To Magistrate Seybourn. It is crucial you arrive at Sol before I do and deliver these. Do you understand?\" The man, by age more than any other defining characteristic, nodded and placed the notes in his satchel. \n\n\"Yes, Magistrate.\" He replied, swinging himself onto his horse. \"Saris bless your travels.\" \n\n\"Camira fill your steed with strength and Saris bless yours. Now, go.\" \n————————————————————————————\n\nSerafina waited for Cleos in the carriage, eyes studying his expression as he climbed in. The journey ahead had one goal - to gain the boys trust. She had begun the process already, of course, stringing him along and boistering his confidence and sense of importance. Despite the grooming, he was still a boy and one whose sense of importance could be torn down at the slightest critique. In order to mold him, Serafina needed his unwavering trust in her decisions and advice. She needed him to see her as an advisor, a friend, and a trusted ally. All critical components for her to keep control behind the scenes. 'Critical components I currently lack.' Her time as the religious advisor to Charity Lane had been pathetic, but thankfully she had spent her time in Terresol well and remained informed despite efforts to the contrary. \n\nAs he sat across from her, Serafina drew the shades closed and leaned against the plush, wine colored seats adorning the interior. \"I'm sure you have questions, Cleos.\" She began, letting her hands rest against the dark green silk of her dress. \"Now is the time to ask and I will answer all of them to the best of my ability.\" Serafina smiled, letting out a good natured chuckle. \"You've certainly had to wait far longer than I originally anticipated and for that I am sorry.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho sighed and nodded, \"I see. Thank you, I hope you all agree to my proposal tomorrow though.\"\n\nHe then walked past the bunch and to the room they had said Lancel was in. With a knock, Jericho stood at the door with his hands folded, resting on his lower abdomen."
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"message": "Lancel Horace\nThe Vermillion - Rikolto\n\nHeinrich entered to find the young leader of the reavers with his back facing the door, yet he somehow was able to remain aware of Jericho's position in the room after he endtered. His sight was absorbed by a sculpture of grey marble, depicting a strange young woman.\n\n\"Do you know what are the most popular themes for sculptors?\" He asked Jericho. \"Statues of rulers, always needed to quench the ego of the kings and queens that govern our lands. Statues of deities, always in demand by the wisdoms and local temples. And of course, nudes. Which one do you think this is, merchant?\"\n\nIt was a tough question. The woman depicted by statue in question had a small crown and a sceptre: marks of royalty. She also had nature symbolism embedded in the scant few clothes she wore, hinting at the representation of a deity. However, the sensual pose the artist has chosen was too suggestive for any godess other than Auryn, who was not traditionally associated with either crowns or floral ivy."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho had pondered for a moment or two, knowing the passion people had for politics and religion was overwhelming. Both topics made people hate each other or gather as one, nudes held no true meaning aside from literature and *Other* Purposes. \"I'd say Royalty... A king's greed is stronger than many others, and so they become egocentric, and so they pay artists coin to sculpt them and forever add them to the history of the land they once ruled.\"\n\nJericho had went silent for a moment, who knew that the leader of a band of outlaws was such a philosopher? He looked around the room while the man had his back turned, eyeing it for anything of note."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Lancel Horace\nThe Vermillion - Rikolto\n\n\"Not bad,\" Replied the bandit leader. \"I personally believe that that the artist intended to portray Charity Lane, though given the raunchiness of this particular piece, I doubt it the queen comissioned it herself. \nIf you ask me, this sculpture strikes me more as a stroke to the artist's own ego: he wanted to blur the line between the figure of the queen and that of the godess Camira, but ended up creating something which is neither one nor the other. In other words, a piece who won't sell. A real shame, since the sculpt is masterful.\"\n\nLancel moved towards the statue, and slowly caressed the stone with the tip of his fingers.\nThen he pushed it.\nThe scupltue fell from the very top of the atrium and shattered on the floor with a thunderous crash that stopped all other noise in the Inn.\n\n\"You cannot have everything,\" He said. \"In life, as in art, one must make sacrifices. I managed to hear from up here that you failed to the money you promised us. Why then, did you bother to come here? Did you expect us to handle our prisioner and forget about our due, merchant?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho didn't flinch at the loud crash and stared at Lancel, his charm turned to seriousness within an instant, his eyes locked on the man in the room. \"I haven't failed, I promised in five days I'd have your gold but I came here to tell you that rather than meeting at the swamp, I'd prefer we meet at my place of business. If you want more gold, more than you alone can carry, hear me out tomorrow...\"\n\nJericho didn't stutter and made it clear he meant business, but not in the way Lancel was thinking, Jericho meant the type of business that killed people and their families when they don't have the money, Jericho meant the business where you sacrifice it all including your own family to make it big, Jericho was talking about blood business and he didn't make that quite clear, no... Today he made it look trivial. Today he made it seem as though it were a simple business deal but in his head he knows that things will being going across the line of 'too far' in mere hours. \n\nHe was willing, Jericho's eyes read like he wanted business alright... He wanted blood business. \"So... What do you say about joining me tomorrow for a meeting? I have a proposition and I feel as though me and you could become partners...\" Jericho raised his brow and awaited an answer."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Lancel Horace\nThe Vermillion - Rikolto\n\n\"Tssk,\" Lancel wasn't as thrilled by the idea as Jericho had expected, but he accepted nevertheless. \"Fine, Syanna and I will go to your emporium tomorrow at noon. I do have something I need to discuss. You better have the money ready by then.\"\n\nHe turned away from Heinrich and returned to his normal mood, which Jericho could only describe as resentful melancholy."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho returned to his neutral stern expression but as he turned his back he could only cock an eyebrow, a peculiar encounter. \"Your money will be there, it was a pleasure.\"\n\nJericho turns and walks out of the room and down the hall, leaving the wretched place and returning to his horse. He shook his as though he was stunned from the mans unpredictable mood. Jericho had to come up with a secondary plan... And fast. \n\nWith that, he rode off back to his trading hall, a slight grin on his face but nothing more. He had a meeting to prepare for."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\nCleos reclined in the soft fabric. The sensation made little shards of memory fluttering through his mind. Faint ones. Sitting in a luxurious carriage, wearing silk, a book in his lap—it offered him a lovely, forgotten warmth.\n\nHe gave her apology a dismissive palm. \"It's alright,\" He said softly, \"I've made much of the time in between.\" There was a twinkle in his eye as he lifted his book to her attention. A thin leather strip was wound tightly around it, safeguarding away weeks of work.\n\n\"As regards questions, I suppose I'm *Most* Interested in what happened at the Council. All the stories I've heard—witches, shapeshifters, a marriage arranged in a single day—is it all true?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\n\"Yes, it is all true, though much of it was unnecessary and completely unrelated to the original purpose for which we went. Queen Anyanka Durkhan was attacked by a shapeshifter. Instead of death, the creature was given to the Paladins to be dealt with.\" Serafina shook her head, the memory of the beast chained in front of them nude flashing across her eyes. It had been detestably uncomfortable and should have been handled more privately. But, of course, there had to be a show of it. Far be it from the Taemarians to have a semblance of propriety. \n\n\"Lady Anna Barrmount graced the Council with her presence, seeking assistance for the war Ice Lord Carter is fighting against Nathanial Vivayn who had marched upon the Iron Plaines. She offered her hand in marriage as payment and Queen Lucrezia offered Lord Pinewood, a friend of the royal family, and the Ibbish armies assistance in return. The two were wed, though it was more than a single days affair in celebration, I'm sure.\" She chuckled. \n\n\"As for the witches. Well.\" She paused, not fully convinced that witches were, in fact, the true cause of the plague, but the truth would be revealed in time. If the plague stopped spreading then perhaps it held a semblence of truth. If it continued then she would add the Paladins to an ever-growing list of people with a penchant for unnecessary blood spill. \"Allegedly they were the originators of the plague. The Paladins prepared a party and killed them all, if everything happened as it was reported. The plague should stop spreading now, but that remains to be seen. It is unfortunate that no remedies were provided and no one offered information as to how to slow the spread. My hope is that Emin has provided our Physics with knowledge to do just that if the plague has not been ended. If it has, we can thank the gods for their intervention on our behalf leading the Paladins to a root cause no one suspected.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\nCleos turned his head to gaze out the window. Drifting off for a moment, he contemplated the vastness of lowland pasturage and meadows. There was a little village in view; a dark detail in the landscape, cultivated land all around it. He frowned ruefully. \"I hope it's over soon, whatever the cause. I want to be a brave ruler, but ... Well, when some lord feels the need to shut a family in their home as they waste away, I'd rather not be the ultimate authority behind that.\" He thought for a moment, and looked up. \"Penultimate, perhaps,\" He said, the words soft and uncertain. \"I hope that one day I'll be the right king to guide the people through such dark days. One day.\"\n\nLooking down at his lap and shifting his legs, he asked, \"Was her Royal Majesty there?\" Was it right for him to call her that? The poor woman was on her way out now, and he'd be the one taking her place."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed - Rikolto trading hall.\n\nJericho found felix playing with a small black cat, the same one as before. The apothecary was feeding him pieces of swamp fish, and occasionally whispering into his ear. Weird.\n\n\"Oh, Heinrich! Your're back! How did the meeting go?\"\n\nHe had turned his head before Jericho had entered his field of view. Once again, weird, because the cat was the only one who had seen him coming. The small creature kept staring at the merchant with hypnotic cobalt eyes, almost as if trying to pierce Jericho with his gaze."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho walked into the trading hall, merchants scattered throughout the room discussing their own matters in a sanctuary, of course at a fee. \n\nAs Jericho approached Felix he noticed and gave a peculiar look to the cat before he had turned to Felix, his expression confused but accepting of the oddity. \"It went well, two of them will be coming on the morrow. If two of them are gone, it's a fair fight when the other two come looking for them. Lancel will be coming here and and I believe he had said Syanna was going to be accompanying him. With those two out of the way, the others will soon go after us and it will be their turn to go.\"\n\nJericho said this as though it were an easy task, he had confidence and was ready to see if Felix was up to the task of truly ending another man's life. This was his test yet he wasn't informed, the less informed the better. \"Now if you don't mind, could you whip up that poison? It'd be best sickly sweet, for better mixing in the wine.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\n\"Wait? Only two? Nonono. Who is not coming?\"\n\nThis was the first time Jericho had seen feel alrmed about the Sable brotherhod. He closed the cupboard where the poison was stored and demanded to be given the full details.\n\n\"If we're going to risk our necks for this revenge, it better. Honestly, I beleive it would be better if we just give them the gold, or if we get out of Vikolto as soon as we can.\"\n\nIt didn't escape Heinrich's attention how the apothecary had used the city name chosen bay the followers of Tiny Vik instead of the city's actual name, but asking him about it now would only derail the conversation."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho scoffed at the mere notion of handing them the money and the idea of leaving this place as soon as he had arrived. He would let no man expel him from his new life. \"Leave? Give them them money!? These notions are preposterous. Felix, we have the upper hand, the only ones not coming are the large fellow and the red headed woman.\"\n\nJericho knew the big one was a threat, a big one quite literally but had an idea of how to end him. \"Listen well Felix, it will go as follows. The two will arrive, we will discuss plans for partnership and drink a toast, they will soon die. If they for some reason they do not drink, stand by the doorway we will ambush them as they try and walk out with the coin, blades dipped in poison. At this point we have a very short span of time before the other two suspect something so we will quickly go to the Vermillion and ambush them, using poison blades to ensure the job was done.\"\n\nJericho sounded confident and serious, he knew his plan was solid even after the change. \"Felix I cannot do this without you, I can't be a one man band and as my partner who took you from their clutches this is my final favor I could ever ask of you. Pay me back, you would have ended up in a ditch somewhere for the maggots if I hadn't stepped in... Do me this and we will prosper as successful business men...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nFelix stared at the ground. \"We can't go trough with this. Why couldn't you just ignore them? They are on the run, they would't have been able to collect the full payment. All you had to do was leave them alone, but now you invited them here!\nYou were not there in Ibethiel. The one you call \"Big one\", Marius Falke, is a veteran of the Red Guard. He killed seven soldiers when escaping the dungeon and defeated an Ibbish knight before that. The black-haired girl is his sister. If you kill her, he will follow us to the end of the earth and tear us limb by limb. Doesn't help that the Redlin girl, the readhead, is a good tracker.\"\n\nThe cat stood frozen over the window, paralyzed by Felix's stress.\n\n\"Why, why, why?\" The apothecary sunk his fingers into his hair. \"Why couldn't you let them be? Do we at least have the money?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho shook his head, this was ridiculous! \"You are unwilling to try for the sake of this business, I too am a veteran-...\" As if Jericho had said something forbidden from the world, he covered his mouth briefly for a few moments. \"Fine. We have money if you truly wish to hand it over to them... You were real expensive let me tell you, an expensive business partner.\" \n\nJericho sighed, grabbing parchment and tearing it before writing in exceptional cursive 'Forget the meeting, here is your payment. Farewell'.\n\n\"There, happy? The elaborate planning gone to waste... Such a shame.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed\nTradin Hall - Rikolto\n\nWas he serious? Was he angry at him out for not sticking to his reckless plan? A plan that relied entirely in the bandit's willingness to drink the poison?\n\n\"Yes, I am happy,\" He said, and he turned on his heels, pretending to be angry.\n\nIn truth, he was glad that Heinrich had decided him to handle him the money, but not because he intended to pay it back himself. Oh no, that would be suicide. Besides, the Sable Brotherhood would soon become irrelevant.\n\nPyotr attempted to follow him, but Felix silently ordered him to watch Heinrich. Then he left the hall with the parchment in hand.\n\nBut he didn't head over to the Vermillion. Instead, he went to the pilgrimage.\n\nThere was buisness to be made."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho sighed, he had nothing better to do but to execute his plan. He caught up with Felix, \"Where are you going with the parchment? I was intending on delivering the coin now so I could talk with those masked fellows.\"\n\nJericho didn't seem angry anymore, nor frustrated. He simply was back to plotting, trying to rid himself of the burden that was the Sable and end the tension between the two. Felix still was Jericho's friend in his eyes."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\n\"You are right about one thing, we are not going to pay the Sable. But we won't get rid of them by luring them into drinking their own piss. We need a more... Majestic solution.\"\n\nReed pointed towards the pilgrimage's gathering of masked men.\n\n\"Look friend, the future,\" He said. \"Whether they are prophets or demagogues makes no difference, they will soon be the rule of the region, and we will be able to profit from it.\"\n\nIt was a shame that he could not explain to Heinrich why it was such a geius idea. This new faith of Tiny Vik traded in miracles, even if they had not realized it themselves yet.\nAnd Kiervan Czerich was a witch. He could could make miracles happen.\nOnce he had donned the mask of the visionnaires, there would be nothing that the Sable Brotherhood could do. Not because they would be unable to recognize him, but because they would be unable to touch him.\n\nThis was exactly what he had been waiting for. Who else could have the widespread authority to collect the arcane lore that he wanted to bring back to the Azarayan Academy, other than a church? A church not bound by the restrictions and dogma of the Southern Pantheon, but vision. Tiny Vik had named his servants right. The pantheon was a faith of conformity, this was a faith of ambition.\n\nNo place was more fitting for him."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho smiles wide and patted his friend on the back, \"You and I both think alike, getting on the good side of these people would do us nothing but good... And I have a plan on how to do it. You had more knowledge about the Sable and knew better than I, it should have been left in your jurisdiction. But people, profit, and persuasion are my territory... You and I both should go into this.\"\n\nJericho smiles again, this plan couldn't fail. Jericho knew how to get illicit products, Felix was an apothecary for the sake of the lords. It was a perfect storm. With what Jericho had planned, this couldn't fail, not for the life of him."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\nSerafina kept the mask of empathy up as he spoke, but his words sent doubt coursing through her veins. Being King was, by definition, the ultimate authority and he would have to make uncomfortable decisions for the good of Terresol. Ones that could not be rules by his feelings. \"You will have hard decisions in front of you, Cleos, but you will not be alone in making them. Your counselors exist for a reason and I will always be there. More important than both, the gods will always have sound counsel. They have and will always put their people.\"\n\n\"Yes, the Queen was there.\" Serafina replied, her tone hardening slightly. *'Not for the right reasons, however.*' She continued in her mind, thinking of how often the bed in their room had remained empty during the evenings."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\nCleos pondered that for a moment, then looked at Serafina with narrowed eyes. \"What sort of mood is she in?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\n\"I couldn't say.\" Serafina let her eyes travel to the window and the countryside rolling by. Shaking her head, she sighed. \"The Queen spent many nights at the Council in places other than our designated rooms. I can certainly speculate as to where she was, but it would be unfair to accuse without hearing from her.\" She returned her gaze to Cleos. \"I waited for hours at the carriage the morning we had planned to leave and she never showed. Eventually, I left without her. We had been gone from Terresol for too long and you had been waiting longer than I anticipated.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\nCleos nodded. A sincere gratefulness filled his eyes. \"I appreciate your being so considerate, Serafina. Thank you.\"\n\nHe rested his head back. Despite her lowly origins, he'd always pictured Charity as a very tidy woman. And yet, here was her own religious advisor, subtly accusing her of fornication, perhaps even adultery, or some other unsavoury deed of the night. Cleos thought it very bold of Serafina to leave without Charity, but he supposed that it was a clear sign of her withering loyalties. In trying to shorten his already-overlong wait, she had decisively chosen *Him* Over *Her*. The weight of that fact bore down heavily on his mind. Already he was having a tangible impact on the higher affairs of Marin; such a thought would have been something he'd think of in passing and chuckle at if it had struck him but a few weeks earlier.\n\n\"What's this about a war in the North? I don't know much about that part of the world.\" He looked at his book. \"Um ... Yustus has taught me about it, of course. The Witherlands are ruled over by a man named Marshall Caradar, right? Though he isn't a king in the sense that I am—*Will be*, I mean.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\n\"Ice Lord Marshall Carter.\" She corrected, emphasizing the name. \"And he is a King as much as you will be, but the Witherlands are much larger than Terresol. Each region is ruled by a Great House under which their are noble and other vassal houses. The war in the Witherlands is not one to be overly concerned about. To my understanding it came about because Nathanial Vivayn believes he is the chosen one of the Frozen Gods.\" She smiled, chukling at the absurdity. \"It is an interesting myth, if you get the chance to study it. Despite their beliefs, the Frozen Gods have never answered the calls of the Witherlanders, especially with the current war. Instead, Vivayn is ravaging the lands killing thousands in their name.\" \n\nPondering the situation, Serafina noted a similarity and continued. \"One may wonder if Terresol was forsaken in its time of great need because our leader disgraced Saris and the pantheon. The gods reward strong faith, Cleos. You must never forget that.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\n*V*Ikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho discusses his plan of action with Felix, stating that he will go out through the town and become allies with The Pilgrimage and their leader while Felix was to do the same, both representing the H&R Merchant Club. Jericho saying he'll meet him on the other side after getting friendly with the proclaimed new order. \"I will see you on the other side, friend. And don't forget to let them know we are the owners of the trading hall! Good luck.\"\n\nAnd with that, Jericho made his temporary departure for the day. Jericho would proceed to the current protests held at the Magistrate. Jericho decides to start there, him approaching the followers and respectfully introducing himself. \"Salutations gentlemen, I hate to intrude but... This place has peaked my interest... I've heard a lot about this following and I've come to learn more about it.\"\n\nJericho had spoken in a humbled tone, allowing the followers to see his respect towards the following. It is always important to show any clergymen or anyone expressing worship respect, and Jericho hasn't faltered in that."
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"message": "Pilgrims in the streets\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\n\"Come dance with us, Clive!\" The redhead shouted before being pulled back into the circle. She was out of earshot so it wasn't worth replying, but he wouldn't have if she still stood in front of him. He didn't dance either, because he didn't want to. The Pilgramage taught about the journey to achieve what an individual wants, well he was doing that, with a grunt and a nod.\n\n\nHe wore a simple wooden mask that covered his eyes and cheeks. It was meant to be humorous, since he rarely talked, a gift from someone who saw him as a friend.\n\n\n\"She won't stick around forever, y'know!\" It was Derringer, lovingly referred to as \"Derrin,\" By his friends. He was the son of a merchant named after the previous Captain of the guard in some attempt to gain favor. It didn't work.\n\n\n\"She can do as she pleases.\" The grunted reply came.\n\n\n\"That's you, Clive, y'know!\" He laughed, an annoying laugh that nearly caused him to fall from his perch on a cart. Clive snorted in derision, but his mind did begin to linger to what could be if he took a step forward.\n\n\nThen the visitor came. He had questions, logical questions, the questions this festival was meant to spark, but Clive didn't care. This man who interrupted his thoughts bowed, was he mocking him? Nevertheless Clive didn't respond, because he didn't want to. It was another woman, who sensed the tension in her neighbor, that responded.\n\n\n\"Why, ye mus' not be from 'round 'ere, lad, askin' queshuns like tha'!\" She cackled like a witch, ending it with a snort.\n\n\n\"He reeks of bog.\" Grunted Clive.\n\n\n\"Hush, child!\" The crone slapped Clive on his exposed shoulder, which sent Derrin into another fit of laughter.\n\n\n\"Now,\" She turned back to Jericho, peering out of her silver mask with beady eyes, \"What are ye lookin' ta know? 'ave you ever heard of Lor' Vik, before, lad?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\nIt was a peculiar scene, one that off put Jericho as it wasn't what he was expecting when he arrived. This clearly was no average religion and he knew that if he was to get on these peoples good side, he'd have to join them in their festivities. \n\nIt had been many a'year sense Jericho's last party, it was classy and well mannered. There are no manners here though, just the free will of man. Jericho seemed to understand after a second though. \"I am not from around here as you can tell... But one day I could say I was... Lord Vik? I think I've heard the name once or twice but I don't know the details. Would you care to explain? I may not look the part but I'd love to join your festivities myself.\"\n\nJericho was going to need some alcohol if he was going to loosen up at their level, though maybe after a while. He glances around at the followers, all masked differently. This was going to be a strange experience."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Felix Reed - Rikolto\n\nIn stark contrast, the apothecary was not intrigued by the masked men and women, or at least he pretended not to be. He adressed the pilgrims and visionnaries as he would adress one of his clients, pehaps a bit more respectufully than normal:\n\n\"We have heard of Tiny Vik's word. We have witnessed it's works. The desire for knowledge has brought us here.\"\n\nNone of those were lies, even if all of them were half-truths. Felix was of the opinion that lying had to be avoided at all costs. Not just in buisness, but always. Lies only strip the liar of it's legitimacy. Half-truths strip the accuser of it's confidence."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Cleos\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\nCleos looked about the carriage in a flurry of thought. \"Yes, I suppose it'd be very well for the country if my coronation seemed to occasion the end of the pestilence.\" There was a sense that he was using drawing on more refined language that he'd learned from his tuition, though he'd adopted it to a fairly convincing level of fluency. \"Even if that wasn't truly an act of divine intervention, then the symbolism would be nice. That's what people like, right? Symbolism. Something ... *Soulful*, after all these years of tasteless, half-hearted government.\n\n\"And you know,\" He said, putting his book aside and crossing one leg over the other, \"I'm glad to have someone like you at my side. Not only for your sincerity and your knowledge of scripture and such, but also for your acumen and your worldliness. I doubt I'll have many in my court who'll have gone so far as *Taemar*. The only thing that would ever draw *Me* There would be morbid curiosity.\" He shook a pointed finger at her. \"Or duty, of course. How well would you say you've come to know the foreign leaders, Serafina?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Serafina\nThe Falsan countryside, Terresol\n\n\"I would caution claiming the gods favor of you as reason for why the plague ends.\" Serafina warned. She agreed that symbolism was a good motivator and if pressed would admit that some of the control the Southern Pantheon had was based on the idea, but there was a difference between using it to inspire faith and using it to holster yourself to a pedastal the gods never intended you to be on. \"Their will and plan is beyond our understanding. We can speculate, yes. In fact, many who study time and the secrets of the universe do speculate.\" She paused, thoughtful. \"You come as a deliverance, Cleos. Not from the plague, but from a time of disbelief that led us into a dark period. The gods were with King Caspian and now they shall be with you.\" \n\nThe Magistrate smiled warmly at his compliments and chuckled at his remarks of Taemar. \"I am fortunate to have the pleasure of traveling across Marin during my service to the Southern Pantheon. I've learned many lessons, though perhaps *The* Lesson is yet to come.\" \n\n\"I have met most of them and I could give you information regarding how they rule, but I wouldn't presume to know them personally. I am not a politician, Cleos. I'm well-versed in the history of Marin, but am dedicated to the gods. It would be more accurate to say that I am best known across the Szars in the Southern Pantheon and in regards to religion have a much stronger influence. But this is why you have other advisors. I cannot supply you with all the information nor would I ask or encourage you to seek only my advice.\" She let her gaze meet his and held it. \"I am a human, like you, and fallible, but it is because of my faith that I stand before you. I owe everything to them and thus, everything I do is for them.\" Shaking her head, Serafina sighed. \"I am not envious of you, Cleos. The path you are going to walk is far more difficult than mine.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Pilgrims in the streets\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\nThese strangers were confusing. One had only heard Tiny Vik's name in passing, the other one had heard his word, yet the one who heard the word still sought knowledge of it. Clive was going to point out the mistake, but he wouldn't, because he didn't want to. The crone in silver ignored the discrepancy and continued.\n\n\n\"Toiny Vik preaches abou' tha' will ya feel in da bo'um of yer heart, lad. He encourages all o' us ta shed our inhibishuns and embark on the Pilgramage.\"\n\n\n\"The Pilgramage is life, y'know?\" Derrin piped in, \"Saris lies about living in servitude to get a better next life. Tiny Vik showed the Visionaries the truth that only those who embrace their ambition can get a cozy spot in the death space, y'know!\"\n\n\n\"It's no' a religion, it's a way o' loife.\" The crone again.\n\n\n\"Hear that Clive?\" Derrin cupped a hand and smacked it against his friends ear, \"Do whatcha want, y'know!\"\n\n\nClive hung his head in defeat, sighed, and stepped forward into the fray. Derrin took a sip from his wine jug, but spit it out at the sight of Clive finding the redhead, and stealing her for a dance.\n\n\n\"That's my boy, y'know!\" He cackled again, slapping his knee. Clive continued to dance, because he wanted to.\n\n\n\"Ther' is only one sin in the Pilgramage.\" The old lady picked up where she left off, \"Unlike the Southern Pantheon of Saris, Toiny Vik dinnae think i' proper to impose slave loike will on the people. Any further queshuns, lads?\"\n\n\nShe tilted her head to the side, awaiting a response. However a call rang across the square a second or two later.\n\n\n\"He's back!\" The crowd of fanatics cheered as the doors to the temple opened before the Head Visionary.\n\nVisionary Demetri Troiarus\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\nDemetri took several deep breaths in front of the doors. His mind raced with what to say.\n\n\n*This is not the Lord's will.* He thought. *The Magistrate has just committed the most grievous of sins to my god.*\n\n\n*Kill her.*\n\n\n*Capture her.*\n\n\n*Silence! The people come first.* He quieted his inner monologue, and prepped his outer one.\n\n\nThe roar that came when he opened the doors was deafening. The crowd definitely grew while he was inside. They cheered, and played nonsensical fanfares on various instruments, throwing garlands of Bog flowers to the steps. Demetri raised a hand to quiet them.\n\n\n\"Brothers, Sisters, Pilgrims, Citizens, and those others,\" He began, \"I do not come with the outstanding news I promised you today.\"\n\n\nThe crowd hushed.\n\n\n\"The Magistrate...\" He felt tears forming, \"The Magistrate refuses the people's call.\"\n\n\nA unified gasp, Demetri continued before outrage could spread.\n\n\n\"My friends! Please do not take this to heart, while surely this is not the will of our Lord, I will keep my promise. I will continue to meet with the Magistrate, every day until she listens to the will of the city. I will be here every day until they let us back into these doors and accept our most humble request! Rain or shine, wind or snow, I will be here on my knees, begging the ones who claim dominion over the simple peace that our Lord requests!\"\n\n\nThis produced a few nods, but Demetri needed this speech to end in a cheer, he needed his people to know this was not a lost cause, that they would win.\n\n\n\"Therefore, I declare this festival, the first of many! Let us tear these walls down with the sound of our music! Let the thick walls the Wisdoms put up be penetrated by our desires, so thoroughly that even Saris, in his shining temple, may hear them!\" His throat was getting dry, his voice cracking from the passion he held.\n\n\"They do not hear us! They sit in their stone walls and plug their ears in Hope's of drowning out the noise! Well my fellow Pilgrims, let us remind them that ***We are still here***!\" He raised both of his hands in the air at the last sentence, projecting his voice as loud as he could, carrying his passion to the masked men and women before him, and they accepted it. They erupted in a roar, the idea of continuing their civil liberty against the church renewing the fires of celebration.\n\n\n\"Music!\" Cried out the Visionary of Relations, and the musicians picked up a raucous tune with a deep, guttural beat.\n\nThe Visionaries of the Pilgramage\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\nThe Vikchild was waiting in the carriage. Their dark iron mask that depicted a laughing, fanged face, made even the Head Visionary uneasy.\n\n\n\"The Magistrate must pay.\" The voice was a hollow, cold whisper, Demetri would swear it came from his own head and not the person in front of him.\n\n\n\"I know. I will inform Lord Vik of the situation and we will follow his judgement.\" Demetri climbed into the carriage, taking the seat as far from the Vikchild as possible. Visionary Versillion slipped inside immediately after, almost quick enough it might have been at the same time the guard closed the door.\n\n\n\"'This will be the first festival of many?'\" The ice in the Visionary of Finance's voice was not well hidden.\n\n\n\"Speak, Norman. I will not play your word games.\" Demetri grew tired of the wordplay both Visionary Versillion and Visionary Hanover employed on a daily basis.\n\n\n\"You would exhaust our funds for a fucking *Party*!?\" He was fuming, projectiles of spit flying from his mouth as he spoke.\n\n\n\"I do as our Lord commands.\" Demetri responded bluntly.\n\n\n\"Lord Vik did not say to continue this festival for degenerates into eternity!\"\n\n\n\"Jarah, please repeat Lord Tiny Vik's instructions for the festival, if you don't mind?\"\n\n\nThe Vikchild nodded humbly.\n\n\n\"'Be sure my festival is loud, colorful, and crowded.'\" It was curt, and an exact quote.\n\n\n\"When did he say it would only be one day, Norman?\" Demetri was looking at the Vikchild, but he returned his gaze to Versillion, and tilted his head in curiosity.\n\n\n\"We cannot afford this.\" The Visionary of Finance hissed through his teeth.\n\n\n\"Yes, we can. You cannot hide the vault records from me.\"\n\n\n\"Every penny we spend on this godforsaken festival is one less penny we have for the war.\"\n\n\nJarah turned their head to Versillion, and, although they couldn't see it, raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"'*Godforsaken*?'\" Jarah's hiss made the carriage feel colder all of a sudden. Norman's eyes grew wide at his realization and he groveled before the Inquisitor.\n\n\n\"Forgive me my discrepancies, I spoke out of a hate for the Southern Pantheon and forgot where my new allegiances lie.\"\n\n\nJarah loosened the grip on their club.\n\n\n\"This is... Acceotable.\" The festival *Was* Godforsaken in the eyes of Saris, and this slip of the tongue was expected of new converts. \"Tread carefully.\"\n\n\n\"I thank Tiny Vik for his overflowing mercy against me.\" He rose from his grovel and immediately turned on Demetri again. \"My point still stands. You are inhibiting our Lord's desire to go to war.\"\n\n\n\"Then it's a good thing we're going to see him right now, so he may instruct us of our next goal.\" Demetri finished, abruptly, before returning once again to the Inquisitor. \"Where is our Lord?\"\n\n\n\"He awaits you at the Keep, he's most anxious for your return.\"\n\n\n\"Wonderful.\" Demetri said, before instructing the driver where to go.\n\n——\n\n\n\nDemetri ascended the steps alone, his cane clacking against the steps, the sound bringing back pleasant memories.\n\n\n\n\"Visionary.\" The voice of the Lord Regent broke his meditations.\n\n\n\n\"Lord Regent.\" Demetri bowed his head to the man. The Lord Regent was flanked by two members of the house guard, each one wearing a new set of armor that reflected the exchange of power.\n\n\n\n\"Your festival goes well?\" Lord Derringer didn't wear a mask, despite being of the Pilgramage, fixing his into his helmet like many other soldiers.\n\n\n\n\"*Our* Festival continues.\" Demetri said \"Our,\" And not \"My,\" To remind the former Captain of his place. \"That is why I must speak to Lord Vik, he is here, yes?\"\n\n\n\n\"He is.\" Lord Derringer nodded. \"He and the Lady Elania are having a tea party in the great hall with some of her other friends.\"\n\n\n\nDemetri bowed deeply.\n\n\n\n\"I request an audience.\"\n\n\n\n\"Granted.\"\n\n\n\n\"As you desire.\"\n\n\n\n\"And may I know it.\"\n\n\n\nDemetri gave a parting smile before entering the Keep.\n\n\n\nThe Great Hall hadn't changed much since the exchange of power, except for the replacement of Southern Pantheon heraldry with that of the new Pilgramage. Flags depicting the golden mask of their Lord over a red Background hung in the place of art related to Saris and his \"Many faces.\"\n\n\n\nThe scene behind the great doors was one not typically found in a Lord's hall. Four small people sat around a short table, one holding an elaborate teapot that was poised over a matching cup, the liquid flowing forth steaming as if freshly brewed. Multiple cakes and biscuits sat atop decorative plates in the center of the table.\n\n\n\n\"Would you like more tea, Mallory?\" That was the voice of Lady Hecate, the girl turning to look her friend in the eyes.\n\n\n\n\"I would love some more. Does anyone want the last raisin cookie?\" Her hand reached out, poised over the biscuit in question.\n\n\"Oh take it, my dear, you've been the only one eating them!\" Tiny Vik giggled, his oversized hand covering what would be his mouth. Mallory blushed, but snatched the cookie anyways.\n\n\n\"Forgive my intrusion.\" Demetri bowed deeply before the three children and his god.\n\n\n\"It's not an intrusion, Sir Demetri.\" Lady Elania said, \"Please join us!\"\n\n\n\"I would be delighted.\" Demetri said, standing from his bow, and sitting cross-legged in a spot made for him at the small table. He held out his empty cup to be filled by the steaming liquid in the pot, and assembled an assortment of pastries on the small plate gifted to him.\n\n\n\"How was the party?\" The boy's name was \"Fara,\" As far as Demetri knew, and he was a curious lad.\n\n\n\"It isn't over yet.\" Demetri began, taking a sip from his tea. It had a very fruity taste, something like cherries and... Was it banana? Demetri couldn't tell, only having bananas once before. \"The lady I went to talk to didn't like what I had to say, she even sent me out of her temple, so I told everyone to keep the festivities up so that we may remind her that everyone in the city wants the same thing.\"\n\n\nTiny Vik picked up the teapot, pouring himself a cup of tea, and nodding slowly with understanding.\n\n\n\"Why did the lady say no?\" Mallory spoke up, munching into her raisin biscuit.\n\n\n\"She thinks I am nothing but a man.\" Tiny Vik muttered, \"They think denying my existence will help prove I'm not real.\"\n\n\n\"But you're right here?\" Lady Elania said that.\n\n\n\"That's not enough for some adults.\" Demetri answered. \"Some people would rather believe in something that only speaks in riddles and hints through nature.\"\n\n\n\"So why do you need the Magistrate's permission? Vik is right here, why don't you just walk in and declare your godhood?\" That was Fara again.\n\n\n\"When did Saris walk into a temple and declare himself God?\" Vik questioned, to which the boy gripped his chin in contemplation.\n\n\"The proof of a god is not his physical existence, despite the fact that I have one. It is the people's belief in the idea that I represent that will convince people of my existence.\"\n\n\n\"I guess that makes sense.\" Fara was still quizzical. \"But why don't you just do something to make everyone believe in you?\"\n\n\n\"A good question.\" Demetri answered, \"You will make a fine Lord yet.\"\n\n\nFara blushed at the compliment before Vik continued.\n\n\n\"Seeing is believing.\" The small god grabbed a chocolate chip biscuit and bit down on it. \"But that only applies to certain things. If you see someone perform magic, you may believe that he actually predicted the card you pulled. However when it comes to miracles, things are slightly different. If everyone sees you travel to another dimension, or exist in two places at once, they ground it in reality. They think you're some fantastical beast or cosmic phenomenon, but it's that layer of mystery that builds the legend around it. 'I saw,' only goes so far, 'I heard,' builds a legend.\" Tiny Vik sipped from his tea after he finished, letting the children mull his speech over.\n\n\n\"So to get what you want you have to remain mysterious?\" Mallory questioned after a bit, to which Vik tapped the nose of his mask.\n\n\n\"Very smart. Some people need that layer of mystery to believe it's reality. Otherwise I would walk into the temple and banish the Magistrate then and there. If I did that I'd just be a crazed wizard or faery.\"\n\n\nThe three children nodded in understanding.\n\n\n\"Whmf viln buppen nhm?\" Asked Elania, her mouth full of chocolate cake.\n\n\n\"Finish chewing, child.\" Demetri giggled, and Elania swallowed.\n\n\n\"What will happen now?\" She rephrased after finishing the cake.\n\n\n\"The people will continue to celebrate. Letting the Magistrate and her Wisdoms know that the people want Lord Vik to be allowed in the city.\" Demetri answered, looking into Tiny Vik's mask's eye sockets. Vik sipped deeply, emitting a small \"Hmm,\" In response.\n\n\"Will the Magistrate change her mind? I can ask her in our next lesson?\" Elania asked.\n\n\n\"Don't worry, child.\" Vik responded, \"The Magistrate will have a change of mind soon enough. A cheers, to our fabulous host, Lady Elania Hecate the Gentle and Kind!\"\n\n\nAll five of them raised their tea cups with a loud *Clink*."
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nFestival. Cheers in the air, fire and dancers, mountebanks selling their miracle drugs in the street. And all of this because of Vik. Felix was amazed, despite his earlier dissapointment at not being able to meet with church authorities.\n\n\"Let's go back to the Trade Hall,\" He told Jericho. \"I have an idea.\"\n\nThe Pilgrimage of Vik was a decentralized faith. It had it's enforcers, sure, but they were either kept secret or split in branches. Who knows? Maybe both. This lack of hierarchization had would make Felix's attempts to infiltrate it slow and inneficient, but this apparent strength could also be it's biggest weakness.\n\n\"I need a robe,\" He whispered. \"Like the one the visionnaries have, but not the same one they use. And I need it in a color that contrasts well with silver. I have seen purple, green, and black, let's go with blue.\"\n\nThe lead visonnary had promised to sway the Magistrate to the Tiny god's cause, but if he had not been successful before, there was little chance he would succeed now. What was needed was another execution, not at the hands of the curch but at the hands of the people. The pilgrimage believed Truth was the will of it's followers, so altering the will of the followers would decide the pilgrimage's Truth. If the visionnaries would not incite the mob to violence, but someone else could: someone able to command miracles and speak in the name of the church, but not it's interests.\n\nA witch in disguise. A false prophet.\n\nIt would be a dangerous play, unlike before, the church would not be able to ignore his existance. They may even send his hounds after him. He couldn't do this alone.\nFelix Reed, no... Kiervan Czerich turned towards Jericho and said:\n\n\"Before we do anything... There is something I need to tell you.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Akno, Terresol \n\nThe speech he had just fell witness to has opened his eyes to the situation, these people were looking for a ledge to stand on, a cliff below them if they falter in their mission. \n\nThis is the moment to become one of them and join their ranks and present them an offer that'd solidify a standing alliance. Firstly, Jericho had to hear his partner out, \"Yes Felix? Oh! Before you tell me anything, I also have an idea, if our ideas correspond or are similar we should certainly work with each other on them... But go ahead with what you wanted to say.\"\n\nJericho could hardly wait for them to begin working, he had to get to the man who had done the speech, or even better, Tiny Vik. Jericho knew how bad financial problems could be... And he had a good idea"
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"message": "**Kiervan Czerich - Rikolto**\n\nFelix stared at Heinrich and asked a single question: \"Jericho, what do you know about witches?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Akno, Terresol \n\n\"I know them from children's tales and know them to be evil? I also know they are hunted around all of Marin. Why?\"\n\nJericho wondered where this was going. A possible witch hunt? Somehow making the people believe the Magistrate were witches?"
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"message": "Felix Reed - Rikolto\n\n\"So you know nothing,\" Said the apothecary. \"Not what they can do, nor if they even exist.\"\n\nPerhaps it had been a mistake to discuss this with Heinrich. The time was not right. He would tell him just the bare minumum required for him to carry out his part.\n\n\"The people of Vikolto are superstitious. The tiny god has offered them a way to remove their chains, but the fetters of the pantheon remain untouched inside their minds. And I know a way to make miracles happen.\nI hail from a land where things that are common knowledge may seem like witchcraft in here. And if there is one thing that separates miracles from sorcery, it's legitimacy. If we pull out magic tricks dressed as Melsi we will end up burned at the stake, but if disguise ourselves as visionnaries, then we will be performing miracles. Not blasphemy.\nAnd if we can create miracles at will, we can control the people, we can control the land.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Akno, Terresol \n\nJericho pondered for a moment, rather thrown off by his claim. How would he preform miracles? Surely it must be an idiom for 'miracle work' or a snake-oil con... Surely. He went along with it but... Had a thought. He got close to Felix and whispered,\n\n\"Miracle work! I see! Okay, so you'd be *Preforming miracles* For these folk and I could be your spokesperson and go to the man who spoke that speech earlier... I'd make you out to be a prophet here in... Vikoloto is it? That's what these people call this city now? Sure... Let's go with that... And surely talk to the man after making a good impression on the people with an offer they couldn't turn down...\"\n\nJericho rubbed his hands together, this plan sounded good. His eyes lit up as her nearly had forgotten, the Sable. \"Oh... And we are going to have to get these folk to drive the Sable Brotherhood out of here... Their kind shouldn't be welcome here...\" He smiles wickedly at the thought of them fleeing and his coin staying secure."
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nThe apothecary burst out laughing. \"I could see that happening, but no... We're gonna hire the Sable.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Akno, Terresol \n\n\"Hire them? Are you sure they could be trusted? They seem... Well rather untrustworthy.\" Jericho does seem to be concerned with the decision."
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"We don't need their trust. We merely need to strike a deal. Think about it: the first time we met, those bandits were taking me to the Rogine. Why would they do that? Why would a bunch of wanted lordsblood reavers go to the biggest famaezar in all of Marin?\"\n\nEven as he waited for Jericho's answer, Felix began to search the boxes of their emporium, looking for the blue robe."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\nJericho would sigh, business is business and he knew it. The Sable wanted business and they were planning on meeting the next day anyway... Why not introduce them to the deal. \n\n\"We hire them... But I have an idea of how we can use them. Along with my help we'll be the richest and some of the most powerful people in Terresol... If the Pilgrimage will have us of course... I'll let you in on something Felix...\"\n\nJericho sat down and pulled out a paper from his satchel. \"The only man to lay eyes on this paper was me... But you seem to be in the same mind set as me... Take a gander would you?\""
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto, H&R Merchants Club**\n\nHe found a tunic in one of the boxes. It was pretty similar to the one he had used to leave Azarya, albeit with a clear Terresolian craftmanship. It had to be destiny.\n\n\"It must happen tonight, before we lose our momentum. The people are in a state of repressed anger. Anger towards Cassandra Melise, the magistrate. If we convince the mob to storm the House of Worship, the pilgrimage will be forced to take action. All sorts of things that the panthon has outlawed will be made legal again by Vik: surgery, forbidden alchemy and lore, smuggling... Magicks. This is why we must stage a call to war.\""
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"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\n\nCassandra watched the Visionary leave with a cold gaze. She followed to the door and nodded towards the man as he walked down the hall, indicating the Wisdoms outside her door were to follow and ensure he left the premise. \n\n\"Your charade is troubling.\" She muttered quietly, shaking her head as she returned to her office. Instead of moving to her desk, however, the Magistrate went to the window, opening it just a crack so she could hear the excuses he gave to the people outside. Cassandra understood the appeal of the religion of Tiny Vik. It was an excuse for lawlessness. Their fundamental, core tenent of doing whatever pleases them was nothing but an excuse for poor behavior. It would ruin everything and turn Akno into a second Feyshore. \n\nAs she waited for the speech to end, Cassandra penned a note to the Abigreth. \n\n```Leaders of the Abigreth,\n\nI regret to inform you that the religion of Tiny Vik, as a previously wrote to you about, has gathered more momentum in Rikolto. I, and those under me, have done what we can to counsel the people and return them to the Southern Pantheon, but a parade now fills the streets in celebration of the madman claiming to be a god. \n\nI am worried of what is to come. I write to you as a warning that if no reinforcements are sent to Rikolto it may fall into treacherous hands. It is our duty to protect the people. I will continue to do so and if I should die performing my duty then Wisdom Ezkria should take my place as Magistrate. \n\nI urge you not to delay. We are at war and must fight for the peoples souls. \n\nMagistrate Cassandra Melise\nRikolto, Akno```\n\nThe roaring cheer from the streets distracted her as she sealed the note with wax, glancing down to the scene below. They were so lost and they would spend eternity in their Mournings. Cassnadra felt no anger towards the people. Her feelings for the visionaries and Tiny Vik, however, were full of hatred and seething rage. How *Dare* They condemn these people simply so they can act like gods themselves. It was unfathomable and wretched."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol\n\n\"Felix! Let's not rush into this... The iron is hot but let's be a bit more precise with the strike of our hammer... Would you listen to me! Trust me, for I've got valid information and contributions to make... We can masquerade all we want, but when talking to those gentlemen... They won't be so easily persuaded without genuine contribution... This is where this comes in.\" He taps the paper three times before returning it to the satchel.\n\n\"They want the Magistrate gone without having it traced back to the Pilgrimage, they don't want to go to immediate war... The Magistrate must get assassinated and I am going to do it... The Sable could join us... Make it a League... As planned. This is it... The break. This is everything I have been looking for all balled up into one region of Marin.\n\nJericho looked at Felix with passion in his eyes, the tone of his voice had never been more up beat and his attitude was fueled by success. This had fallen into place beautifully and it was ripe for picking like a forbidden fruit. \n\n\"This is the time to strategize... We don't storm down the hall when the entire south will then immediately begin a reign hellfire upon us... Let's simmer for a moment or two... Now I agree with your idea to get the people on our side. I want you out there preforming *Miracles* For people, I don't care how you do it. I'll join you out there and make you out to be a prophet or visionary... Whatever you want me to make you out to be I will fire up that crowd... You sway the people out there and I'll approach the true visionaries and begin striking up a deal...\"\n\nJericho's voice had lowered, this plan had to be kept between the two or else all hell would break loose. \"When the crowd is fired and the spirits are high, I'll depart from you and you will continue to appease the crowd and preach to them. I'll talk to the visionaries of the Pilgrimage and work up a deal... This is our break my friend...\""
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"I understand. I really do. But you must remember that while we support Vik, we are not part of his pilgrimage. We don't want what they want. We may even want something they don't: a clash, a fight, a war. We cannot, we must not, alert the pilgrimage. They will try to control the situation, and what we want is for things to escalate out of control.\nWe will be safe. The Sable Brotherhood will unkowingly be our bodyguards hidden in the crowd. And our identity shall be protected by the pilgrimage's very own artifice: the masks.\"\n\nThey were halfway up to the Vermillion already, and Felix didn't show any signs of fatigue. If anything, he seemed to have been possesed by that ever dangerous flame of inspiration."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\n\"Regardless... While you entice a war, I'll try and show Vik our competence. The assassination is on. I'm going to kill the Magistrate... If the Pilgrimage prevails, we will at the very least be on their side when the tides of war crash together...\"\n\nJericho accompanied Felix and wasn't fatigued by any means, just due to the fact that he was rather fit."
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"Fine, just don't make her execution discreet. Remember, she must die at the hands of the people and by the collective will of the pilgrimage, not any random individual. This must look like as if her death is the tiny god's will. Hire as many sellswords as you can, they will be the rousers, and the speartip. After the speech, the people will need the reassurance that they are not charging alone: having a group ready to storm the house of worship, even against the orders of any visionnary that might show up later , is paramount.\"\n\nFelix paused in front of the inn's. He took a deep breath, and after pushing the doors wide open, he stepped into the Vermillion."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho seemed calm, he wasn't afraid of these people. He has faced death itself defending the lands of Xhi from the *Bloody pirates* Of the south and hated them... This assassination is a long time vendetta and a beginning of many...\n\n\"Alright... Let's see if these people want money... So many plan changes I'm sure they are sick of us by now...\""
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"message": "**Felix Reed - The Vermillion**\n\nThe reavers were lazing around in the couches of the inn when the merchants made their entrance. Marius Falke, the Brotherhood's champion, was drinking booze. Noele Redlin, the redhead was squatting atop a wooden beam, like a cat redy to punce on her prey. She was playing with knives. Lancel and Syanna were on the couch kissing.\n\n\"YOU!\"\n\nLancel stood up, and made Syanna fall from his lap.\n\n\"Yes, it is I,\" Said Felix. \"The Witch of Harronheart, in the flesh.\" He put his hands behind his head, mimicking antlers.\n\n\"Are you fucking mocking us?\" Shouted Redlin. She aimed one of her daggers.\n\n\"No, I am here simply to repay my debt.\"\n\n\"What? Said Lancel. \"Do you have the money?\"\n\n\"Yes, and no, and yes. We do have the money, but I do have a proposition.\"\n\nLancel became livid upon hearing this. \"THERE IS NO PROPOSITION, YOU EITHER BRING ME MY MONEY, OR YOU OFFER ME MY FATHER'S HEAD! I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANYTHING LESS FROM YOU, RAT!\"\n_\n_\n\nMarius unsheated his blade faster than the time it took Felix to step back, Syanna took out one of her daggers and aimed at the apothecary. Noelle pointer her knives towards Jericho. Felix had a grin on his face, a scary one.\n\n\"Oh, but that is exactly what I offer,\" He said. \"Lord Horce's head. You wanted the torturers of the Rogine to make me confess to being a witch so your father could get expelled from Harronheart? I'll do it. I'll even say my stay in Harronkeep was his idea. But I won't do it in Sol, instead, here in Vikolto.\"\n\n\"But, you'll die,\" Replied Lancel.\n\n\"No, I won't. Not with the pilgrimage. Today before sunrise, I plan to give a speech. Or more accurately, the Witch of Harronheart will. It will speak of the tiny god's power, and demand the magistrate's blood. Then, to prove truth of it's words, the creature will perform a miracle.\"\n\nMarius frowned. \"We don't even know if you're a real witch, that's just something my sister invented.\"\n\n\"He is,\" Said Syanna.\n\n\"Well,\" Argued Felix. \"We don't know yet, but if it were to be true, then the tale of the Witch of Harronheart would spread all across Akno. A declaration far more powerful than anything the Rogine could provide you. A declaration born in blasphemy.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho held up his hands lazily, he seemed to not want to be here talking with what he would refer to as barbarous apes, but he was here... And heard what sounded like pure fiction.\n\n\"No need for the weapons... Wasn't my idea to come here. Felix insisted on coming back and talking with you about what was supposed to happen tomorrow...\n\nJericho eyed everyone in the room, including Felix. \"Witch?...I thought you were speaking idioms! What on earth do you mean, witch?\"\n\nFelix was as confused as he'd probably ever be, though the future is an enigma."
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rhe Vermillion, Rikolto**\n\nThe short-haired girl looked at Jericho. \"Oh, you didn't know? Your friend there is a fiend\" \n\n\"Allegedly,\" Replied Feilx. \"As I told you before, these people can be quite superstitious.\"\n\nLancel turned in cricles, ponderning what to say next.\n\n\"What would you need us to do?\"\n\n\"Just stand guard. Make sure that no real visonnaries interrupt my speech, and that no clever peasants strike me down before I can finish,\" Said Felix to Lancel.\n\n\"If this doesn't work, and I know it won't. Then we won't save you. And you,\" He pointed at Jericho. \"Still owe us money. This favour will only account for tomorrow's payment. I expect the rest of it coming up in the following days.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol\n\nJericho laughed, \"I owe you one payment, the five thousand coin for him. There is nothing coming up in the following days unless you decide to keep our so called partnership long term.\"\n\nJericho had sighed, he hadn't expected anything like this to happen. He had really not wanted to interact with these people he'd rather see dead but he had to deal with it for the sake of his friends plan."
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"message": "**Felix & the Sable Brotherhood -The Vermillion**\n\n\"Huh?\" Lancel was supiefied by Jericho's answer. \"You know what? Whatever: tomorrow, one payment, ten payments, as long as you give us the five thousand you promised, you and your head will be fine. If not, well, you know what they say about the price of blood.\"\n\n\"That's right.\" Redlin licked her lips.\n\nFelix maintained a cool appearance, but Jericho could see he was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. \"And the money will be yours, but you still have interest to be ready tonight at the square.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, we know,\" Said Lancel. \"We'll get ready, now hush!\"\n\nFelix closed the door of the Vermillion. He offered Jericho a high-five.\n\n\"See?\" He said. \"That wasn't so bad, all we need now is the tip of the spear for tonight's mob.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho reciprocated the high five and walked with Felix, where they went was up to him. \"You have your body guards for the speech and all you need now is a mask. Now do you know what you will be saying during your speech? This is vital for your success.\"\n\nJericho looked concerned, knowing the importance of a speeches quality was key to persuading folk and firing them up. Jericho knew he had the heart but did he have the right words?"
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\n\"Worry not, I have this mask.\"\n\nHe showed Jercho his Azaryan war-mask: a silver face, beautiful and sinister, engraved with alien motifs, like the death masque of an ancient god. In a cruel twist of fate, it was quite reminescent of the one used by the visionnaries, were it not for the subtle and queer ornamentation.\n\n\"As for the speech, I'll have to improvise: I don't want to sound like a man with a plan, but a devout servant of Vik. A servant struck by devotion and grief. Have you already thought of who will we use as rabble rousers?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"I need a mask and robe as well, though one that isn't similar to yours yet unique. I believe the Sable would also work well as rabble rousers..\""
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"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nFelix returned him a confused look:\n\n\"Will you too give a speech?\" He asked. \"I need you among the crowd, I need every last rabble rouser I can get. The speech means nothing. The crowd's reaction is everything.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Terresol\n\n\"I can only stay for a little bit as I stated earlier. I have to speak with the higher ranking Pilgrimage members about organizing an alliance to ensure we are on good terms if things for them turn out to be favorable. Ask the Sable to roar up the crowd and I will too for a short while.\""
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"message": "Felix Reed - Rikolto\n\nNot good. Of all the possible things Heinrich could do, this was the worst one: alerting the pilgrimage about the speech. Why? Why did Jericho opposed so vehemetly the idea of anonymity? Did he not fear the consequences?\nHe knew then, that the man who had saved him, was a lost cause. They had talked about secrecy over and over, and yet he was proposing to offer their names to the Pilgrimage. Just like he had proposed that it'd be Felix himself the one to serve the Sable Brotherood poison instead of a third party.\n\nThe Pilgrimage would kill them for their transgession, but there was no point in arguing about it now. If Jericho wanted to die, so be it. Feilx would die too, but Kiervan would survive under another name. Right now, the important thing was making sure that Jericho fulfilled his part in the plan.\n\n\"Get your robe and your mask if you're going to visit the pilgrimage, but I implore you: don't do it. We will lose our leverage, not to mention our lives, if they ever discover what we are planning. Chaos, remember? Chaos, not alliances. In any case, before you go, gather the sellswords we talked about earlier and make sure the plaza is convinently filled with weapons. Spare no expense. Empthy the coffers of the H&R if it's what it takes. If this goes well, we will get back our investment tenfold.\"\n\nThat was it for Heinrich. Felix had no way to know whathe would do now. Worst case scenario? He would head straight for the Pilgrimage authorities, which meant Felix had to accelerate his plans. He ran all the way back to the Vermillion. Inside, the Sable Brotherhood wasn't too pleased to see him.\n\n\"What are you doing here? Didn't you left with that merchant just a moment ago?\"\n\n\"Gather you thugs,\" He told them \"And this time, I have a separate offer. I will double the pay: from five thousand to ten thousand; but I need you to get all the sellswords, rabble rousers, and spare weapons you can to the plaza as soon as possible. It's happening now.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nRikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho had sighed, this truly was it. A grand departure. Jericho had no intention of telling the Pilgrimage of the speech, nor, had he planned on revealing Felix's identity to the Pilgrimage, and simply represented what was soon to be the Heinrich Merchants Club. \n\nJericho had went off, purchasing a small arsenal of blades and setting them up conveniently around the House of Worship and area of the speech discretely. After that he went off to purchase a grey robe and a black mask, one lacking most features besides some carvings and eyes holes. \n\nThis was it, the partnership was coming to a close and Jericho began his ride to the place in which the man who gave the speech rode. He came baring parchment, a vivid dream, and a sinking pit in his stomach as he realized that his partner had lost his mind... And was also a witch, and seemingly a liar."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Felix Reed - Rikolto**\n\nThe time had come.\n\nCaugth in his exitement, Felix did not notice Jericho's unease. He merely made sure that everything was in place. He had eyes for nothing else.\nWeapons, the brigands of the Sable Brotherhood, the bunch of lowlives that they had lured from the Vermillion with the promise of coin.\n\nThe festival was in full swing, and no Visionnary in sight. It was time to make his grand entrance.\n\nA strong gust of wind swept trough the plaza, briefly extinguishing the lights. When fires came back, a noisy flock of ravens emerged from one of the podiums, leaving a hooded figure was standing atop it. Blue robes. Silver mask. It had the aesthetic of the visionnaries, if not necessarily their colors.\n\n_Remember son: Awe and Thunder. Powe lies where people believe it does._\n\nThe words of the Lord Magnate echoed inside Felix's head. Even now, the ghost of his father haunted him. He breathed in deeply, as much for dramtic affect as to try to calm himself. Then, he adressed the multitude:\n_\n_\n\n**\"Brothers, Sisters, Pilgrims, Citizens, and all others... Forgive me, for I bear terrible news! You were promised a time of joy, and now I must ask you to turn your hearts to anger...**\n\n**The Magistrate, in her blind zealotry, has MURDERED our beloved head visonnary! In his devotion, he promised the people to made her listen to the will of this city! And now, she has repayed his kindness... With murder.**\n\n**My bretheren! Even as our celebration turns to sorrow, we all bear witness to a final Truth: our way is not the way of the pantheon. You have never stood in the light of Saris, and you never will. We stand in midnight clad, covered in the sweat of our brow, and the blood of our martyrs!**\n\n**Our Lord has gifted us all with a future! A dream to aspire for! But what have we done for our lord? Where were we, in his moment of pain, when the greatest of his servants paid the ultimate price?**\n\n**It is for this reason, that we must ask you, LORD VIK: How must we atone? You have given us everything, but what do YOU desire?\"**\n\nThen, as if the living god himself had decided to answer Felix's plea, the ravens spoke. They did so in majestic unison, bound together in purpose by Kiervan's neural command. The neural backlash sent him to his knees but he didn't care: it was all part of the spectacle. As the false visonnary raised his arms to the sky, the birds replied.\n\n**++ HER BLOOD ++**\n\nSilence. To Felix's surprise, a rabble rouser wasn't the first to break it. It was Lancel. He defiantly raised his scimitar into the sky and screamed:\n\n\"Death to the Magistrate!\"\n\nThe rousers followed suit, inciting the mob to violence, even as they stated running towards the house of worship. Led by example, the mob gained confidence. Soon, a horde of zealots flocked trough the streets of Rikolto. Torches and farmtoold in hand, righteous hatred in their hearts, they began to converge towards the temple of Saris."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Various Pilgrims and Visionaries\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\nThe plaza flashed with a shade of darkness, the braziers and torches that people had began to bring out in preparation for the setting sun flickering with magic, causing pockets of shadow to appear around the square like fingers.\n\nThe false Visionary began their speech, however there were those who didn't listen, attending to private conversations.\n\n\"Who's that then?\"\n\n\"I couldn't tell you, they look strange.\"\n\n\"Mommy, why does he look angry? Why does he want to be angry?\"\n\n\"Look at his robes, they're bare like the Invvisi!\"\n\n\"Is he an Invvis?\"\n\n\"No, I can see his eyes.\"\n\nConfusion murmured it's way through the front of the crowd closer to the steps, but it was cut silent at the call of the ravens.\n\n\"Does Tiny Vik use crows?\"\n\n\"Alligators, I think.\"\n\n\"The Head Visionary was killed by the Magistrate? But he was here just a bit ago.\"\n\n\"This guy isn't one of the five heads but Tiny Vik speaks to him?\"\n\n\"Where is the Visionary of Security!?\"\n\nThat last call came out as the cry for violence rang through. The Armored Visionaries at the foot of the stairs were suddenly pushed against by a force of flesh. The instigators in the middle of the crowd pushing en masse against those in their way as a makeshift battering ran. Many felt their knees buckle, or fell over completely if they were too busy watching the demonstration. Chaos was about to boil over, until a horn rang out from beside the steps, the float with the merman.\n\n\"People, hear me!\" It was Visionary Angevin, head of security. \"Do not be led astray, this false prophet's story is not only *Heresy* But unrealistic!\"\n\nCecil's heart was pounding, she didn't like the spotlight.\n\n\"The Magistrate is still inside the temple, and we all saw the Head Visionary leave a few moments ago. Calm yourselves! Remember who speaks for our Lord, and finally,\" She turned to the steps where the witch stood, a gloved index finger extending, \"Invvisi, arrest that Heretic!\"\n\nRikolto guards: Gene and Dex\nThe gates to keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\nDex felt an elbow in his ribs, perking up to see the horseman approaching their post.\n\n\"You want this one then?\" Gene asked.\n\n\"Let's take 'em together.\" Dex chuckled.\n\nThe two guards stepped up, hailing the rider.\n\n\"Mornin, what brings you to the keep today?\" It was either an emergency or a tourist seeking an audience with the Lord Regent, basic protocol."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nThe gates to keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\"Good afternoon gentlemen, I come baring an important proposition for you and your people, I am in agreement with the Pilgrimage and their ways and wish to strike a deal, I work with the H&R Merchants Club but I can assure you this is no measly trade meeting... May I speak with one of the visionaries? I have no arms, I'd be more than will to let you search me.\"\n\nJericho rolls up is sleeves revealing no hidden swords and holds his arms out expectingly, hoping they'd accept his offer to speak with the higher ranking Pilgrimage clergymen."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Gene and Dex\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\n\"Just one problem with that, sir. The Visionaries don't stay here, most of them are down at the festival right now trying to set it up so they *Do* Have a place to stay in town. This is the Lord's Kee-\" The other one coughed.\n\n\"Right, the *Lady's* Keep. Only ones coming through here have business with Milady Elania or Lord Regent Derringer. You can check at the festival for one of the Five Heads if you'd like.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The False Prophet - Rikolto\n\nInvvisi flocked towards the false Visonary, and ravens flocked to them. The streets were chaos: half of the people were attacking the house of worship, ramming the battering ram gainst the temple's door and throwing torches at it it's roof. The other half were split between those who were demanding action, those demanding the truth, and those who didn't know what to think. Meanwhile, the birds attacked the those who dared approach the false prophet, all save for the four closest to him.\n\n++BY VIK, STOP++\n\nThey were zealots, but they were men, and men fear the unkown. Everything from the threat he presented, to the ravens and the invocation of Vik's name, all contributed subconciously to change the balance of power in the minds of those men. And so they froze when hit by the neural command. Felix held onto them for dear life.\nMagic was a vicious circle: the longer they remained pinned, the more they would be convinced of his power. And the less they doubted his power, the more real his power would be.\n\nIt was excruciating. Felix began to feel as if his head was about to burst. The mental assault on the Invvisi made him lose control of the ravens and even his familiar Pyotr, but the trampling multitude was doing their job now. He could feel heavy tears coming out of his eyes, tears of... Blood?\n\nAnd yet, despite the suffering, he was enthralled. Everything stood in balanced on this moment. The masses, the pilgrimage, him. He was the source of that fear. He was... A god. And fear spread one step at at a time. The ravens had swayed the minds of the masses, the masses unlocked the minds of the Invvisi, now the Invvisi would be the stepping stone to unlocking the final prize...\n_\n_\n\nThe False Prophet walked untouched pass the men and towards Cecil. He did so slowly, with open arms and heathen majesty. Trails left by his red tears fell down from the empty socket of his mask to each side of his chin.\nThe image had to be a striking one, but Felix could not risk another neural command. Not yet.\n\nHe would have to sway the Visionary with words. With that delicious mix of fear and curiosity that only the unkown commanded.\n\n_\"You have seen it\"_, he dragged the sentences like a whisper. _\"The Tiny God is with me. You know in your heart that this is his will. This is what he desires. The blood of the Magsitrate will return us our martyr. Why not beleive? Have you no faith?\"_"
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho being a good reader of people could see that the man had slipped up... But for what reason?\n\n\"Is Tiny Vik able to be spoken with? I don't care if you keep your spears pressed against my throat every second of me speaking with him... If he is in there. If he isn't in there, I'll have no choice but to talk to the Visionaries but I've got no idea what they look like... Consider?\"\n\nJericho adjusted his nearly featureless black mask under his grey robe. He sounded genuine as he could but knew that these guards would be a tough nut to crack. It was going to take a lot... If they didn't let him in he'd have to submit his offer through a visionary who may or may not even relay the information. \n\n\"Even then, the man that gave that speech rode this way and... Well I'm sure I could talk to him at the very least, he seems to be level headed and high within your rankings... What do you say?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Gene and Dex\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nThe two exchanged a look.\n\n\"You want to speak to a god? That's not exactly how it works, he's divine.\"\n\n\"Well to be fair I heard he had a physical representation somewhere in the Swamp.\"\n\n\"Aye but that was a statue wasn't it?\"\n\nThe two didn't know, for they never went.\n\n\"Either way there isn't anyone within the walls called that. The Head Visionary just went to meet with the Lord Regent, aye, but if I'm honest he might not be the one to talk to.\" To which Dex nodded.\n\n\"If you want to set up your Merchant's club, you might want to find The Visionary of Finance or Relations, Head Visionary Demetri has many other duties within the Pilgramage.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho was a bit baffled, he was under the impression that Tiny Vik was an actual man... Odd. Jericho shook his head nevertheless.\n\n\"This isn't ideal... But I understand. Good day gentlemen.\"\n\nJericho proceeds to ride off in the direction he came, entering the festival and looking around for the visionaries only to see a scene of absolute madness and chaos. Jericho was wide eyed and completely take aback.\n\nJericho quickly got out of the way of the chaos and watched from afar, waiting until things have settled and the pandemonium of was over."
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"message": "The God and his Prophet\nThe Hecate Gardens, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\nThe air was cooling rather quickly, and the shade made by the 8 large canopy trees gave the entire patio an almost brisk atmosphere. The setting sun made the shadows grow and block out any resistance of light that had managed to peek through during the day. It was calm and peaceful, despite the constant hum that came from the plaza outside the temple. Demetri walked through the cobbled pathways, Tiny Vik sitting atop his shoulders. The pair resembled a parent offering his child a better view of a parade. Demetri held onto his Lord's shins, and Vik gripped the egg of the Visionary's crown as a sort of makeshift set of reins.\n\n\n\"The air is dry tonight.\" Vik observed, attempting to start a conversation, but Demetri had retreated into his head.\n\n\n\"Are you alright, Demetri?\" He said, after a moment. The Visionary perked up at the second sentence.\n\n\n\"I'm sorry, My Lord, I was lost in thought.\"\n\n\n\"Were you thinking about Francis?\" Vik leaned around Demetri's head to look the boy in the eyes.\n\n\n\"No, My Lord.\" He averted his gaze. \"You have not reprimanded me for my failed task.\"\n\n\n\"Why should I?\" Vik responded simply, raising his left leg over Demetri's head, and leaping from his shoulder to the ground.\n\n\n\"I failed you, and in doing so the Magistrate has sinned against you. I matched her in words, but only that, I failed to bring in victory. I failed the Pilgrimage.\" Demetri knelt before Vik, bowing his head in shame. Vik placed a finger under the lad's chin and raised it gently.\n\n\n\"Tiddlywinks?\" Vik turned slightly and called to a nearby rosebush.\n\n\n\"*Mraow*?\" A black and orange tabby stretched under the bush and came trotting out at the call of his master.\n\n\n\"What would you do, if your troops attacked an objective, did everything in their power, even gained a foothold and pushed it, yet failed to complete the final objective?\"\n\nTiddlywinks sat down at the edge of the cobblestone, preferring the feeling that grass gave to his feet, and let out a large yawn before replying.\n\n\n\"*Mraoow*.\" Came the reply after the cat looked Demetri up and down.\n\n\n\"You mean you wouldn't execute the soldiers on the spot for failing ultimately?\"\n\n\n\"*Mraow*.\" Said Tiddlywinks, before starting the tedious process of licking the grime from between his toes.\n\n\n\"'I'd try again from a better position.' Thank you, General.\" Vik quoted the cat word for word and turned back to Demetri. \"You gave us a start, Demetri. My instructions were to throw the festival, getting permission was the secondary objective.\"\n\n\n\"But... My Lord-\" Vik raised the finger on Demetri's chin to his lips.\n\n\n\"Don't let your own ambition outweigh your accomplishments. You did everything you could with what was given you, and despite your point of view, we didn't fail.\"\n\n\nDemetri was confused, protesting the logic.\n\n\n\"But there was a riot!\"\n\n\n\"And my child has delivered the perpetrator to the jail.\"\n\n\n\"The Wisdoms will say we started the riot.\"\n\n\n\"Then we'll have to tell them we didn't do it.\"\n\n\n\"They won't believe us.\"\n\n\n\"The evidence is all there, if they don't it's their own fault.\"\n\n\n\"And that will also rest on my shoulders.\"\n\n\nVik sighed, turning away from the boy and shaking his head.\n\n\n\"I once had a beehive.\" He began, a fable for his legend no doubt.\n\n\n\"Well, technically I had three. When I started the first beehive, I lured a number of workers from a natural hive to one of my own creation by relocating the queen and the birthing chambers, the workers naturally followed. After a few years there was a sickness in the land, and it killed much of the vegetation near my farm. The bees did everything they could to repollinate the vegetables, working day and night to try to bring life back to my garden.\" Vik paused, looking around at the garden they stood in now, the butterflies and hummingbirds buzzing about.\n\n\"They failed. The sickness was brought on by forces outside of my control, and their losing battle eventually ended, but the queen survived. My second hive started with her. She retreated and birthed an entire colony using only the small patch of land I had brought back to life, starting completely anew. Something was different though, for the first time in my life I saw the queen outside gathering nectar with the workers. For the first time in evolution a queen did the same work as the worker. It was a miracle of life, but doomed to fail. The queen spent so much time out helping the workers that the colony eventually went into decline without her constantly birthing the next generations.\"\n\n\n\"And that was how the second hive failed?\" Demetri finished the story himself, and Vik nodded.\n\n\n\"Don't let yourself be blinded by the job you didn't do, Demetri, it keeps you from noticing the job you're meant to do. My colony cannot survive without you, and everything you've done is exactly what you needed to do, what I asked you to do.\"\n\n\nIt made sense, but Demetri still had questions.\n\n\"Did you plan the riot?\"\n\n\"If I had a plan for every person's emotions I would be a god of control, not desires, all we can do is redirect the desires of people. Humans are like a river, you can't stop them, even if you put up a dam you need to redirect the flow. We are Boatswain at her mercy, and all we can do is ride the flow.\" Vik helped Demetri up, offering him a small hand he graciously took. The pair walked hand in hand to a nearby stone bench that was placed in memoriam to some lost hero. They sat, and the fat cat leaped into Vik's lap in search of cuddles and pets.\n\n\"What will happen to the witch?\" Demetri asked after a moment.\n\n\"I haven't decided yet, but Jarah has requested an audience as soon as he wakes up.\" Vik idly scratched the cat's head.\n\n\"My lord. Sir Demetri.\" A black and purple robed Invvisi appeared and knelt, offering up a letter, \"Word from the South.\"\n\nVik opened the letter and gazed at it's contents, giggling after a moment.\n\n\n\"Why, he's absolutely insane. I love it.\"\n\n\n\"My lord?\" Demetri inquired.\n\n\n\"Take care of things here for me, Demetri, I have some meetings to attend.\" Vik pulled a large black bundle from his pack, threw it on the ground, and leaped into it with his orange tabby, leaving Demetri and the Invvisi alone in the gardens after it closed behind the unusual pair.\n\n\n\"You're dismissed, but please, ask the Lord Regent if I may speak with him.\" The Invvisi nodded and rose to his new task.\n\n——\n\nVisionary Denes Hanover\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\nWith the Head Visionary preoccupied, Denes was the next person the Pilgrims looked to, he was the voice while Demetri was the face. After the false prophet was chased from the plaza, Denes began the long process of calming the people down. The main antagonists of the riot seemed to disappear once their spokesman fled, and luckily there hadn't been any cause for casualties with the Red Guard in the temple. Denes finished his \"Soothing Speech,\" And began to walk amongst gte crowd, blessing people and letting them touch his hands and mask. When there was a break in the crowd he noticed another attendant that didn't quite fit in.\n\n\n\"Good day, my friend, are you new to our fine city? You've certainly dressed the part, and I have no doubt our Lord, Tiny Vik, appreciates the enthusiasm for our festival.\" He paused, noticing the colors, \"Interesting choice of color, though. Nevermind, what can I do for you? Do you seek counsel after such an ordeal?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\"If you mean counsel as in an ecclesiastical meeting, it's exactly what I need after a spectacle such as that.\" Jericho had chuckled \"But in all seriousness, I am indeed new to this city. I work with the H&R Merchants Club, the name is soon to change though... That's besides the point. See I have a proposition for the Pilgrimage, I couldn't help but bear witness to the speech given earlier and I must say that I may be able to help your cause...\"\n\nJericho had put his hands together, tapping his finger on the top of his hands as he talked with the Visionary. \"I have come to learn more about this religion and have noticed that it may need more ties... It doesn't seem to have many connections with any benefactors, otherwise the speech given earlier wouldn't have been made. What you need is someone on your side, and I can be that someone if you'd hear me out... Would you like to meet somewhere more formal so I may give you more details on what I mean?\" He continued to tap his fingers."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nRikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\"That would be preferable, I have some business to attend here after that fiasco. I'm interested to hear what this new Merchant's Club can bring to the table.\" Denes was distracted briefly by a wailing woman who begged to know Visionary Demetri's fate. Denes did his best to calm the woman, but in an attempt to not seem rude, produced a small piece of paper with his seal.\n\n\"I have an office in the keep, show this to the guards and they'll let you in to see me.\"\n\nHe was pulled into the crowd after that, the wailing woman no longer taking no for an answer."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nRikolot, Akno, Terresol\n\nJericho now with the paper in his hands sighed, this mean't he had to go back from where he just came but this time with a paper, that really spiced things up. He would remount the horse and look over the panicked populous and shook his head... If magic was real, he didn't know what to think of it. Clearly powerful stuff. He had no interest in dabbling in it himself. \n\nHe began riding the horse back to where he came once more, the trip wasn't far and it was a calm and quiet ride there. He never realized how much he liked to ride his horse but as he rode it more it was a soothing thing, a calm before any coming storm. He stopped at the gates where the guards were, he was sure they weren't too happy to see him back but that though went away as he brought out that glorious fold of paper with the wax. \n\n\"Gentlemen, I come back bearing this document. It was given by the Visionary himself. I require entry to this Keep... If that's alright with you two...\" Jericho looked at the two expectantly through the mask, leaning forward an inch as he waited for them to respond. His eyes glistened under the near-featureless black mask."
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"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\nThe Visionary began to take a long sip as the visitor began to speak, closely watching the body language of the strange man. About halfway through the speech, however he paused mid-sip, holding the glass in place against his lips. A moment passed and he gently sat the cup down on his desk and steepled his hands.\n\n\"You are... *Extremely* Bold, to openly admit illegal practices like that not some 20 meters from the jail cells.\" In truth Denes couldn't tell if the man was just being blunt to bypass a language barrier, truly was bold in laying all his cards on the table outright, or just plain foolish.\n\n\"Do you only speak in promises? Or is there some proof you have that *Anything* You say bears significant weight?\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\nJericho had been prepared for a call of truth to his statement, he had with him his satchel with documentation of past work in Araedia with illicit sales. Never has he preformed a hit but he does have with him historical documents of battles on the coasts of Araedia that he had fought in. He had claimed the lives of many pirates in the days of when he was in Xhi, the memories hitting like a full speed arrow. Battle was cruel.\n\n\"If you'd like, you can take a look at the documents. I have done work like this for others in the past... Quite a lot. I longed for freedom and I have done a lot to get it. I have even gotten a new life in a matter of a day... I like to move quick and precise, though when preforming my work I always take my time and calculate.\"\n\nJericho chuckled slightly, \"Though it may be a bit bold, I had faith I wouldn't be jailed due to your dire need of a reconciliation between you and the Magistrate. Reconciliation in a way that'd truly make your power and influence equal, through assimilation. With a dead Magistrate, you could come to power through either democratic placement into office, seizure of the position through legal battle, or a simple coup-d'etat. Your power would be swiftly handed to you on a silver platter with a position such as Magistrate open for the taking of your people... You'd have major influence...\"\n\nJericho put his hands together, he knew the offer sounded good and that is because it was. It was a promise Jericho meant to keep and he sounded confident enough."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nDenes looked over each of the documents handed him.\n\n\"These only account for your skill in battle, as well as some black market contacts. Wouldn't your skills be more useful to a Spymaster? Maybe even the Visionaries of Investigation?\" After that he recited a somewhat rehearsed speech.\n\n\"The Magistrate may be a blockade to our progression, however an assassination would make the Pilgramage the target of larger forces from Sol and Ibethiel. Besides that the Wisdoms choose the next Magistrate, I have no doubt Cassandra has already handpicked her replacement. We already have the loyalty of the noble family and city guard, which is the only reason we are allowed to meet inside the walls currently.\""
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho nods understandingly, he knew an assassination would be quite risky. \"An assassination is not the only thing on the table... Though, if done correctly I could manage to pin it on someone else... Whether it be a purposeful killing or accidental evidence, I could make it seem like some other faction was responsible... Though it's up to you.\"\n\nHe would sign and put his hands on his head, he didn't like the sound of the mans response. He made it seem as though the offer was something measly and small... It was a big one. Jericho shook his head, knowing the possible failure of the deal. \"Even if you do not wish to have an assassination, I can get the city armed... And I can get the city whatever items it could use to protect itself. Terresols laws on weapons might not be strict, but who knows the costs of armor, who knows the difficulty of obtaining alternative weaponry. I know how to get it and make it look like vanilla trading... I understand if you do not wish to proceed but I came to you because this isn't only a business endeavor, I think of it as an alliance.\""
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"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\n\"Be it accidental or on purpose, by another faction or not, the death of the Magistrate only presents more problems. *The Pilgramage does not want the Magistrate dead.*\" He pushed his mask up to his forehead and pinched at the bridge of his nose. A headache was coming on.\n\n\"I am by no means in disagreement with your proposal, Vikolto could always use more trade. Despite being so near the main road, many caravans pass us by.\" He paused, before producing a piece of parchment. He spent a minute scribbling and then turned the paper around.\n\n\"Tell you what. We'll take care of this contract, it will list the H&R Merchant's Club as a primary trading hub for The Pilgramage. We'll engage in open trade and recognize the business as under our jurisdiction, however any black market trades must not be linked back to the church, and your skills as an assassin are simply not within my jurisdiction to employ.\" He changed to a hush tone, \"Despite the Pilgramage's willingness to employ such tactics.\n\n\"There is of course the opportunity to alter the contract in the future, but my hands are tied with what I can offer you.\" He said, returning to a normal volume."
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"message": "Jericho Heinrich\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho nodded, he knew that it was all being offered up so fast that he was sure the Visionary didn't know what to truly think. He looked up at him and nodded, grabbing the contract and signed where it was applicable. \"That is fair, I hope to do business with your people soon... They are all welcome...\"\n\nHe was about to get up in leave, he was almost to the door even when he remembered something, he stopped in his tracks and turned to the Visionary, what would have been a worried expression, was shielded by the mask. \"Sir, if I may ask... Could you do me a favor?...It is a small favor but it is something I may need in order to continue this proposal. See, there are a group of Bandits who had enslaved someone. I had offered up 5000 gold for them, clearly a lie. But they have a more then skilled warrior in their group... They live in the Vermillion on the outskirts of town. Do you think you could have them... Permanently evicted?\" He said, unsure with what the answer might be. \"I alone could not take on all four myself... But if given a team of those who could stand their own. I may.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\"Do you have the bill of sale for this 'slave?' That sort of practice is highly illegal and it would be a simple matter to get the guards involved in a raid on a black market location that flies directly in the face of the Pilgramage.\" Denes began to idly look over a document or two as he spoke, already preparing for the next appointment he had."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nJericho had sighed and shook his head, he hadn't signed off on it. \"I... Didn't sign off on it. It was unwarranted slavery and I was looking to save this mans life. I did. But this debt is on my head and I don't intend on paying slaver scum any coin. They think of me as a slaver because I bought him but I can assure you I am not.\"\n\nJericho tapped his fingers against the desk and looked at Visionary with a look of hope, he really didn't want to pay this coin to the bandits. They didn't deserve his precious money."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol\n\n\"Well where is the slave? If you don't have a proof of purchase then his testimony as witness to being forced into slavery would have to do.\" Denes paused his briefing since apparently this meeting would take longer still."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol \n\nJericho licked his lips, this wasn't going to be very easy. \"I let the slave free, where he went was out of the question... For all I know he could be gone. The slavers looked to be on their way out of the city by the way it seems and the only reason they are staying is to collect payment... All I ask is for a force of 4 to 5 men to assist in removing them from the city... Them being here is besmirching its name in my opinion...\"\n\nJericho sat once more, resting his hand on his cheek. This was a harder bargain than what it should be. \"I am not one to carry on, if it is a no, I'll pay them. If it isn't, I won't and will see to it that they are swiftly dealt with. I just see no point in them getting coin for acts the Pilgrimage frowns upon...\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Visionary Denes Hanover\nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol\n\nDenes pinched his nose again, letting out a long sigh.\n\n\"So the slave... 'dissapeared,' and now the slavers may leave but also may not? This isn't a question of where the Pilgramage stands, without any proof of the actual trade we can't be certain this isn't a private dispute between two gangs, which getting the Pilgramage involved in would only hinder any progress we hope to make in this town.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Jericho Heinrich \nThe Keep, Rikolto, Terresol \n\n\"Why would I, someone who plans on making a lasting alliance with you, lie about such a thing? I give my word that these folk had the man bound in chain and dragged him through the mud... I saved him and set him on his way. I've got no idea where he ended up now... I didn't feel the need to.\"\n\nJericho sounded sincere. He really didn't know how else to convey the situation and was in need of assistance, he didn't want to let those bandits get their hand on any more coin."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim**\n**Gampouza Village, Somewhere in Terresol**\n\nThe metallic footfalls of boots treading upon soil happened at a steady, frequent pace. A tall, armored, and cloaked figure paced along the roads towards the small, dingy village of Gampouza. The lone Quipeccatum wasn't ordered to come here, although his Order was well aware of why he had left for this place. Strange happenings, possibly magical happenings, were afoot here, and Aurelian Kallandrim would have been a fool to not leap at the chance to deal with it. Aurelian's boots thudded further, carrying him to the gates of Gampouza Village, where he finally halted, solely due to the gates being shut. Aurelian clasped his armored hands behind his cloaked back and awaited the response of a guard. His stance was patient and unmoving, as if he himself were a metal statue."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Under the narrow shade afforded by the village's low wall, there was a single man sat on a chair. He had his arms crossed and his head bowed, face obscured by the wide brim of his wool-felt petasus, a sun hat worn by farmers and travelers, characteristic of rustics.\n\nHearing Aurelian's approach, the man looked up, showing a sun-tanned face with hard, dark eyes and a trim black beard. He gave the Venom a once-over, and hmphed derisively. One hand fell to the side of his chair, caressing a weather-beaten sword that leaned against the wooden frame.\n\n' Hail, traveller,' said the guard, and he took a moment to contemplate Aurelian before prompting him with a nod. ' State your name and bloodcaste.'"
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim**\n**Gampouza Village, Somewhere in Terresol**\n\nAurelian stood dead still until the guard finally looked up from his post and addressed him. Aurelian, in a fraction of a moment, assessed the guard as much as he needed to. As was typical of rustics, he had a dinky old sword that he probably had no idea how to effectively use. As the guard asked for the Venom's name and caste, Aurelian found himself softly scoff, a vocalization that was practically inaudible. Aurelian calmly responded, his helmet making his voice metallic and deeper than it usually was. In his voice was the faintest hint of a Terreme accent, although it was nearly fully masked by his somewhat terrifying voice.\n\n\"I am Aurelian. I have no caste. My order does not follow such a pantheon,\" The metal-clad man calmly delivered. Aurelian had every intention of getting into this town to investigate, one way or another. If he had to fight a guard, he would do so, although he didn't want to have to get to that point so early into his journey."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The guard lowered his face a little, eyeing him carefully, then showed a sardonic smile.\n\n' Outcaste, eh?' he said at length, drawling the word in a mocking manner. ' This here isn't a place for outcastes. That's the next village over. Man there in the alehouse gives outcastes a drink on the house.' The guard seemed to take note of the sigil on Aurelian's cloak, but his eyes showed no recognition. He merely shrugged, and bowed his head again. ' So I suggest you go there, bonbonat.'\n\nIt was a Soltongue word, used to diminish foreigners with their strange accents and stranger tongues. He said it softly, offhandedly, shutting Aurelian off from his attention."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim**\n**Gampouza Village, Somewhere in Terresol**\n\nAurelian stared calmly and blankly at the guard as he awaited an answer. The answer that was delivered was not remotely surprising to the Quipeccatum. The adherents of the Bloodcaste, especially the rustic ones, were always so painfully assured that they could simply shoo away anyone they wanted by throwing meaningless ranks out and about. Aurelian stood, unmoving, as the guard simply tried to dismiss him.\n\nAurelian spoke again, \"I think you fail to understand me, nazamat. I came to this village for a reason. I shall _not_ be turned away.\"\n\nAurelian glared at the guard this time, his helm's steel visage seeming to accentuate his point rather effectively. Whether the guard saw reason or chose to antagonize the walking death-trap further was entirely up to him. The ball, figuratively speaking, was now entirely in his court once again."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "The guard was still and silent for a moment before looking back up at Aurelian, his casual derision replaced by a black, searching look.\n\n' Oh? ' he said softly, and just as gently reached for his sword. He held the weapon up before his chest and fingered its sharp tip with his forefinger, pouting at the man. \n\n' And what in Saris' name would that reason be, ellastim? '"
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim**\n**Gampouza Village, Somewhere in Terresol**\n\nAurelian needed only glance at the simple blade that the guard produced to see that its craftsmanship, just like the guard's own intellect, was... Lacking. Terribly lacking. Aurelian chuckled at the guard's brave demeanor, finding it both refreshing and endearing. It was a pleasant kind of sobering to meet someone who wanted to try to call his bluff. Most others would crumple in fear from the mere sight of him, but this guard was something entirely different. The rustics around here were as brave as they were foolish.\n\n\"Very well. If only for a moment, I will humor you, before I walk through those gates. I am here to investigate the many allegations of magical happenings occurring here. Gatherings of mages, strange rituals, I'm sure you know the type,\" Aurelian calmly stated. One thing the guard may find a tad odd is that Aurelian's hands did not move from their clasped position at his back, nor did he make so much as a slight move to show his own blade, which rested snugly at the belt upon his armored waist. Whether this metal man was either foolish in his own right, or confident in his own immense skill, was something the guard would need to figure out for himself."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius | Terresol's Public Library\n\n\"I'm a chronicler by trade, ironic considering we're in a library, and I was allowed to study the keep before they shooed me off for getting too nosy, and now here I am with a list of tales to document and tell at the request of Lady Jeanne, I assume to fill her own library. It's all very good fun, yes. What work does the Lady have you doing, if you don't mind me asking, since we're ought to cross paths frequently in the future?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Terresol's Public Library\n\n\"Oh, that sounds very adventurous.\" He smiled softly and rubbed his chin. He wondered what kind of documentations he's completed during the time of his stay at the Keep Sempiternal. He looked down and furrowed his brows slightly with a mixed expression of concern when some memories flashed through his mind. He recalled that the knight who was so kind to keep him and his comrades company. He was still lost in those wretched woods. A fearful look briefly etched over his eyes before he forced his emotions away. \n\nHe looked back at Arthas once he heard his following query. \"I work as a travelling Engineer. She commissioned me to create various types of transportation vehicles and wagons for the most part.\"\n\nHe looked down again and wove his fingers together in thought, hesitating for a moment before speaking. \"Did... You happen to experience anything strange during your time at the castle?\" He looked back up at him with a hopeful expression."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius | Terresol's Public Library\n\nAfter this sudden question and accompanying look of what I can only guess is concern upon the engineer's face, Cornelius' demeanor shifted entirely. Something odd happened under his very nose, and that was simply unacceptable for a spymaster. He cocked his head, raised a brow, and spoke in his lower natural voice to imply seriousness.\n\n\"Strange how, exactly? The worst I got was a condescending look from Lady Jeanne, but you, my friend, appear to have been through something far more intriguing. What happened to you at the keep, Linas?\"\n\nHis posture in the chair visibly stiffened, and he grew by an inch or two after abandoning his lazy slouch. Eyes of amber burned themselves deep into the engineer as Cornelius awaited his answer."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Terresol's Public Library\n\nHe sighed softly and looked down, not sure if he should feel relieved or worried that he may have just imagined all of it. \n\n\"I dont know.. It's... Strange. I felt like there was something.. Off about the place? Even more so at the Oubilette. \"\n\n He shrugged his shoulders and looked to the side uncertainly. \n\n\"Like something was watching.\" \n\nHe shook his head then smiled over at him meekly.\n\n \"It... Might have just been all in my head?... A bad dream maybe?..\" \n\nHe briefly looked to the side with a doubtful expression. What he experienced in the Oubilette felt terribly real."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius | Terresol's Public Library\n\n\"Think, good man. You are an engineer, a worker of science, mechanical miracles. Why would your mind deviate to such a course of madness and mysticism? I tell stories, embellish the mundane, and create realities at the tip of my pen. I cannot fathom that a mere figment of imagination would impregnate your mind so. Tell me *Exactly* What you've seen, felt, heard, everything. Let the man who documents madness judge your sanity. Trust that I will believe you, Linas. Paranoia, in my experience, rarely indicates madness or an ailment of the mind. Paranoia is most often prophetic in the tales I've lived and told. Speak honestly, and know that you tell your truth.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Terresol's Public Library\n\nHe looked hesitant as he feared people would think he was going insane. Even if he wanted to tell him his story, he couldn't possibly reveal what he saw in that forest... He couldnt reveal that he was a sorcerer. \n\n\"It started with a mere night terror. It showed me things I havent seen before. A woman crying tears of blood was one of them.\"\n\n He rubbed the back of his neck and looked off to the side wearily. \n\n\"I thought nothing of it at first but... When I reached the Oubilette I saw statues with red painted tears scattered all over the place... And-\" \n\nHe cut himself off. He decided that some information should not be exposed as he did not want to taint the De Lysse family name. \n\n\"The man I was working with said the place was cursed... And.. I assumed it was some form of witchcraft. \" He shivered and shook his head. \"It was just so creepy.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius | Terresol's Public Library\n\n\"If I am mad, it is mercy,\" Quoted the chronicler. \"May the gods pity the man who in his callousness is to remain sane until his very end. Poetic words from an author long dead who, in a land of insanity, was the only one who I could deem sane. You said you worked with a man. How exactly did he describe the place? By virtue of curiosity, I must know, lest I be driven into my own special kind of madness. And witchcraft? Of what occult nature was this place?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nAs the sun set, the throng of people visiting the temple began to disperse to return home, each leaving with a blessing from a Wisdom of peace, prosperity, and good health. Cassandra made it a habit to pace the halls when not busy with administrative tasks to learn about the people and their lives. She had lived among them not long ago and many were friends. Family, even. \n\n\"All that remains is to clean, Magistrate.\" Cassandra smiled at the man who spoke. Wisdom Ezkria had joined the temple mere months after she had been called to be the Magistrate in Akno and they had a close bond. Her eyes were drawn to the healing scar on his temple as he spoke. Ezkria had studied in South Feyshore at Laliara and as such developed a more lax understanding of what it meant to be a Wisdom. Rumors among the Magistrates were that Laliara was where you sent Wisdoms who weren't fit to be in places that needed a firm, guiding hand. Cassandra couldn't speak to the accuracy of the statement. Ezkria had an undeniable passion to help the people of Rikolto and surrounding towns in Akno. He put others above himself even at risk of physical injury. \n\nHer smile soured at the visual reminder of the harm she had caused. Ezkria would deny it, of course, claiming he was dutifully fulfilling his role. \"Rest, Ezkria.\" Cassandra laid a hand on his shoulder. \"You've done enough today and should really add more alimony to that cut.\" She motioned to her own forehead in the place where his injury was. \n\n\"Truly, it is no burden to help, Magistrate.\" He protested. \n\n\"Rest.\" Cassandra continued, pointing toward the hall where the Wisdoms chambers were. \"There isn't much and I used to do it all before you arrived, you know.\" Winking, she sent him on his way, grateful for the work ahead.\n\n——————————————————-\n*A few hours later* \nThe doors of the building groaned as they were pushed open by a visitor and Cassandra heard the footsteps echoing on the floor as the individual entered. Setting the broom into the closet she picked up their copper candle snuffer and moved toward the entrance. In the low candlelight, it was difficult to see the details of their visitor. \n\n\"Can I help you?\" She asked as the figure moved father in."
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\n\nÀvaldi's eyes glanced up the robe of the woman before him. The colored robe instantly struck him as normal Wisdoms wore rather standard looking clothes or robes. His eyes glanced up to the woman and he couldn't help but let his smile of relief show for a brief moment. Standing up tall, he let out a small sigh pushing some of his hair out of his face so that way he was more visible to the Magistrate. \n\nStanding up better he is able to get a better look at her. The maroon dress with silver lining glints off the light she holds before her, what light was in the temple also reflecting off ever so slightly. She had clearly just been working in some manner, which Àvaldi could respect. Àvaldi wondered for half a second how she would be as a magistrate. Some were very strict, and always wanted to be addressed properly with the proper etiquette. \n\nFrom the way she held herself and spoke though, he figured it would be best to simply perform the necessary formalities and perhaps she'd be more relaxed on them afterwards. Letting go of the straps on his pack, he felt like he was going to fall over at any moment. His legs stood strong though as he allowed his hands to drop to his sides, standing somewhat at attention like he'd been addressed by a superior. Even though she had the same authority he did, he was going to be as respectful as possible. He was in her house after all and asking for her care, in his eyes she was at the moment his superior. \n\nReaching down to his hip, he pulls the White Guard shield amulet danging by his side, presenting it as it dangles by the chain \"My name is Àvaldi, I am a Primacy of War for the White Guard. My purpose here is to restock on supplies. I am requesting room and board from this Worship. Will you oblige?\" His allows the question to hang in the air, not daring to speak again until her response was given."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nCassandra could feel the mans eyes on her and the conflicting thoughts that flickered across his eyes told her that he knew more of the inner workings of the Southern Pantheon than many others. It was a flicker of confusion she had seen before, but one she didn't care about. Many Magistrates conflated their importance, but her job remained the same, though her titles had changed through the years. The introduction that followed and amulet at his hip confirmed her suspicion. \n\n\"We are always happy to provide assistance to members of the Order of Mafalda. Please.\" She motioned for him to follow her. \"I am Magistrate Cassandra Melise. You'll have to forgive the state of the kitchen as I've not gotten around to cleaning it yet.\" Giving him an apologetic smile, she opened the door to the room. It wasn't as dirty as she had made it seem... A few bowls and wooden spoons sat on the table from their dinner and a cauldron sat on the embers of a dying fire giving off the scent of a freshly prepared stew. \"If you'll grab a piece of parchment from the table and provide us with a list of what you need I will ensure everything is prepared for you when you leave.\" Setting the candle snuffer down, she grabbed the dishes and placed them into a basin of hot water. \"Would you care for a bowl? There is just enough for another serving.\""
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol \n\nÀvaldi let out another sigh, thankful that Cassandra was a reasonable person. Hooking his amulet back to his hip, he adjusted the straps once more and began to follow her, his heavier footsteps echoing through the halls as she introduced herself along with confirming his assumption that she'd been working. He shook his head at her apology \"You must forgive me. I haven't bathed properly in months.\" He said realizing he probably smelled like sweat, mud, dirt, and all manner of the grasslands or wood. \n\nOnce in the kitchen he chuckled silently, she had most certainly overplayed the disarray. Nothing but a few utensils and bowls strewn about. The training camp he went to for the White Guard was far less organized most days. Àvaldi nodded at her request, moving over to the wall near the table and pushing against it, removing his arms from the straps and slowly squatting down to set his gear down on the floor. \n\nRemoving the battered and worn longsword from his hip he leans it against the wall. He had done his best to keep it from succumbing to the elements, but typical weaponry like this was meant to be cleaned at least a few times, he hadn't had the time and as such the blade had been rusted in various areas, the sheath covered in mud and such. It's a good thing he hadn't worn his White Guard sword for the journey, that blade was safely tucked away in the middle of all his gear; the hilt visible just above the surface of his gear. \n\nHe stood there for a moment to stretch, making sure to get every muscle that he could think of at the moment. His joints popped, a series of pops sounding out from his back and neck. By the end of it it he felt much looser, but he was almost deaf from all cracks that had sounded out. With a sigh he walked over to the dying embers, reaching towards them with a gloved hand to retrieve a piece of charcoal that was certainly hot; but didn't both Àvaldi in the slightest. \n\nSitting down at the table he pulls a piece of parchment over to himself. The list he writes includes: Standard longsword, 8 iron arrows, a months rations, and cleaning of bedroll and clothing. Aside from the room Àvaldi didn't need much. He gave a small smile as she offered him food, his stomach practically crying at the thought of recieving even a portion of a somewhat hot meal. \"That would be lovely, you are too kind.\" Àvaldi responded with a small nod. \n\nHe pushed the paper to the side \"Whatever you are unable to supply I can aquire myself. Thank you, I will send word that this Worship aided me. My superiors will be most appreciative.\" He said beginning to remove his cloak and armor. His body was intensely sweaty underneath, some areas rubbed raw from wearing the armor so long. Folding the cloak with the armor inside it, he neatly sat it upon his pack. Now he simply wore a loosely fitted black linen shirt and pants, with some leather shoes, his medallion still dangling by his hip."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nCassandra wasn't phased by the smell. Many had come through their doors with nothing more than scraps on the backs that hadn't seen water in weeks. Some with infected injuries that smelled far worse than an unbathed traveler. Her eyebrow rose as Àvaldi set his belongings on the floor and stretched. The pops and cracks spoke of a man whose body had endured a great deal of stress. It was a nauseating sound to her, though she tried not to show it. She kept the thoughts to herself, however, and grabbed a vial labeled \"Tanacetum\" To measure out the proper dose for muscle soreness. \n\nAs he was writing, the Magistrate moved over to the smoldering fire and spooned the remaining stew into a fresh bowl. \"I've add some tanacetum to the stew, which will ease your muscles as you rest tonight. It seems you've had quite a journey.\" Sitting down at the table across from him Cassandra studied Àvaldi. He held an air of importance and intensity beneath the dirt of travel that coated his black hair and braided beard. She pulled the parchment towards her after he finished and read through the list, nodding as he spoke. \"I can provide you everything except the weapons.\" She responded with a sympathetic smile. \"Though there is a blacksmith in town who could assist in their procurement. I'll have a Wisdom escort you to his shop when you have time.\"\n\nShe paused and watched him. The questions prodding at her conscious were becoming harder to hold at bay. Why here? She had requested assistance from the Abigreth, but a White Guard? No one had said anything about murder. *'Surely there is another way to handle the Pilgrimage.'* She thought, reasoning through the possibilities in her mind. *'They wouldn't arrange a murder so publicly... The people will rise against us and we'll lose what little strides we've made in maintaining order.'* Shifting, Cassandra crossed her legs and fixed her gaze on Àvaldi. \"Why are you here, Àvaldi?\" Her demeanour had changed, subtly but suddenly, from one of hospitality to business. \"If it truly is to restock supplies then my next question is about where you are headed.\""
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol \n\n\"Thank you.\" Àvaldi sighed in relief as she set the food before him, informing him of the relaxant she had decided to give him made Àvaldi tense up slightly. Normally he wouldn't eat the food if someone else prepared it, especially if they told him they'd laced it with something; but as a Magistrate he knew he could trust her, at least so long as he was a Primacy of War or higher. Grabbing the spoon he dipped it gently into the stew, picking up some food and blowing it gently before bringing it to his nose. Breathing it in slowly he did detect the hint of Tancetum. It was faint and not too overpowering, indicating a small dose and one that wouldn't practically paralyze him. \n\nConflict turmoiled behind his eyes, he'd almost been poisoned before and one had hoped the intense smell of Tancetum would've masked the underlying scent of death; instead it just betrayed him in a different way. Telling Àvaldi the man was trying to paralyze him at the very least. His mind told him as a Magistrate she wouldn't betray him, but she had more to her character than she was letting on. Àvaldi placed the spoon back in the bowl slowly and responded \"Quite a journey indeed.\" With a grunt he responded. \"The occasional bandit and highway-man made it interesting though. Certainly not as interesting as a Magistrate who tells the truth though.\" He says gesturing towards the bowl with his index finger. \n\nHe knew she was being honest in her application of of the relaxant. Yet he knew to eat the stew now would betray his own rules he held himself to, despite his stomach growling more and more intensely by the moment. With a deep breath he steels himself, his trials had put him through worse and he was prepared to continue going hungry for some time if needed. Gently he pushed the bowl in between him and Cassandra \"I do believe you are being honest by the way.\" His words were genuine, yet hardened by experience. \n\nAs the first question left her lips, Àvaldi remained unphased, allowing silence to hang for a moment before responding in Soltongue, \"One moment.\" He breathed out deeply, wondering what he should disclose to Cassandra. His orders were a need to know basis and she did not need to know, yet disclosing the information may appease her worries. Duty comes before honesty in his eyes, though he could certainly tell her what he is not here to do though. Continuing in Soltongue, \"I am just passing through for supplies. I cannot tell you what my mission is, but I can tell you what it is not. What do your concerns entail?\" He questions back, keeping his interrogative tone low as he still wished to show her respect and did not want to come across as dishonest or hiding something important to Cassandra."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nThe Magistrates eyebrow rose at his suggestion that she would lie about what was in the stew. It was quickly followed by a knowing smile and gentle chuckle. He had seen through her ruse and was being noticeably cautious by pushing the bowl away. \n\n\"I understand your hesitation, but the stew is safe and as I'm sure you were able to detect yourself contains only a mild dose of Tanacetum that will truly help ease aches from travel. Here...\" She paused a took a spoonful herself. \"If we continue conversing for the next half hour you'll know I was honest and I hope will eat the stew.\" \n\nCassandra was surprised when he returned her question with his own in Old Soltongue. It was not a language used often except in texts or among the high ranking clergy when discussing private or sensitive matters. She assumed it was for good reason and followed suite, answering in the same tongue. \"Is there... Other business to be taken care of while you are here?\" Her demeanour was calm, but her voice caught slightly in her throat. With everything that had happened in Akno over the previous year she could imagine the Abigreth would not be overly pleased with how the situation had been handled. Having penned her willingness to have Ezkria become the next Magistrate she considered perhaps he had arrived late in the evening, alone, for the purpose of making her disappear.\n\nAnother thought occurred to her soon after her question had been asked. Before he could answer, she continued. \"Or is this because of the rising conflict in the Gray Hills?\" The more she thought of it, it made sense. Archon Hecate had received word recently of plans John de Burgh had of retaking the Gray Hills and attacking Sol. The Wisdom of Archon Hecate had asked her opinion on what advice to give the Archon. Though... It didn't matter now that he was dead. If it was a dire as the note from the Exarch De Lysse suggested perhaps it warranted the involvement of the White Guard."
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol \n\nÀvaldi chuckled at her reassurance. It was an attempt, but the old warrior unfortunately couldn't compromise on his code of conduct he had set for himself. \"Maybe another time, Magistrate Cassandra.\" Is all he responded with in regards to the stew, turning his attention to her questions about why he was there in the first place. \n\nÀvaldi thought about the question for a moment, not yet responding as she continues on to mention the Gray Hills. She was intelligent that was for certain, and even if she was correct Àvaldi knew he could not disclose such information. In his mind though yes, she was correct. He was being sent to act as a General for the De Lysse House. He'd heard much about their problems and what they were facing, he had also read various scrolls on the members of the De Lysse House and knew more about them than they probably could afford each other. Their birthdays, family members, friends, mannerisms, old blood or new blood, he had the information necessary to complete his job. \n\nKeeping his expression stagnant he allowed the silence to filter her words, reflecting upon them carefully before responding \"I've no other business aside from restocking to take care of here, so far. If you are requesting help for something I may be able to spare time, but not much. I cannot discuss matters regarding the Gray Hills as the church is keeping such information closely guarded. Just know, my duties only brought me here because the road passes through, I've no intent on staying her longer than necessary, or if you need something that requires immediate attention.\" He states matter of factly and in a very blunt way. \n\nHe was being honest, whether she accepted that or not was up to her. He'd understand if she couldn't set aside her trust issues for it, after all he didn't afford her that respect in regards to the stew. He admired her tenacity to push him with these questions though, no wonder she was the Magistrate. Whilst she'd earned Àvaldi's respect, trust was something that Àvaldi only afforded to the ignorant."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nÀlvadi's choice of phrase was interesting to Cassandra. *'Closely guarded? Cannot discuss?'* Her eyes searched his face as he spoke trying to glean anything she could about the nature of his orders. He had, perhaps unintentionally, piqued her curiosity and in a round about way confirmed her suspicions as to his destination.\n\n\"I understand.\" She nodded with smile, hiding her relief. \"To be frank with you Prime Àvaldi, I'm not sure there is much you could do that would be helpful.\" Pausing, she considered her next words carefully. \"Normally, I would not ask this of a Primacy, but I would appreciate if you kept your presence quiet. Rumors of a White Guard amidst us would do little to inspire calm.\" Cassandra looked apologetic, but her eyes had hardened. Standing up, she moved to the ashen cooking fire and lifted the iron cauldron before moving it to the side with a quiet grunt. \n\n\"If you intend to travel further you really should eat. There is a tavern just across the way.\" She started, removing the bowl of stew from the table and adding it with the other dishes. \"I will have finished by the time you return. Come find me in my office on the second level and I will be happy to show you to your room.\""
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol \n\nÀvaldi nodded as Cassandra told him she understood. Thankful that at least on the surface, he appeased her fears. With a sigh he shrugged slightly as she told him there wasn't much he could do to help, her request of him keeping his position quiet was noted. With a nod he glanced towards the door he'd come from \"Better inform Pilgrim Derrin that he shouldn't speak of my presence then. He saw my amulet.\" Àvaldi tells her rather bluntly. \"Do not worry about me though, I don't intend to flaunt my position around. Being the center of attention is not something I strive for.\" \n\nÀvaldi furrowed his brow slightly, more at discontent than anything else \"If you wouldn't mind, Magistrate Cassandra, I don't really trust to leave my belongings sitting down here. Perhaps a wisdom could show me to my room, maybe even be my guide to a tavern and blacksmith; if you've the manpower to spare that is.\" He says returning to the normal everyday tongue. He was being truthful as well, his gear was important to him and the idea of leaving it unattended was not something he was looking to do today or in the future. \n\nStanding up, he walked towards his gear and began to make sure he had everything that he needed on his person, stashing everything except for the clothes he currently wore, a dagger concealed underneath his shirt and one in his boot, a pouch of currency (enough for two meals and at least a longsword), and stashed his amulet into another pouch which carried his documents and such."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Magistrate Cassandra Melise\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nCassandra scoffed at his suggestion to tell a member of the Pilgrimage to keep quiet, but didn't feel the need to expand. It would be a pointless battle. Even if Pilgrim Derrin understood the significance of a White Guard being in Akno any attempt to silence the man would be seen as an attack on their faith. *'That's certainly how Visionary Dimitri would twist it.'* She thought, annoyed, her body subconsciously tensing their interaction replayed in her mind.\n\nÀvaldi's request brought her back to the present moment. \"Of course. A Vision can show you to your room and take you to the tavern. If you leave soon you may begrudgingly catch the blacksmith before he closes.\" She chuckled. As he inspected his gear, Cassandra left the kitchen in search of Vision Ivovius. \n\nConversation between Cassandra and the Vision hinted that they were returning and as they entered Cassandra introduced them. \"Prime Àvaldi,\" She began gesturing to the man beside her, \"This is Vision Ivovius, a student of Wisdom Ezkria and myself. He can show you to your room, the blacksmith, and the tavern.\"\n\n\"Welcome to Ankno, Prime Àvaldi.\" Ivovius greeted, extending a hand towards the man."
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol \n\nAs Cassandra left Àvaldi let out a subtle sigh of relief. He was thankful that he finally got to deal directly with a Worship instead of random citizens or trying to trust hidden agents; but the politics of these situations always grounded him very quickly. Tests to see how easily trusting he was, or willing to do as others asked. Cassandra wouldn't undermine or otherwise bring direct harm to him, but she was certainly one to test boundaries. He could respect that, but at a distance. \n\nAs she entered back in he stood up straight, looking at the Vision she had brought to him named Ivovius. \"Greetings, Vision Ivovius. Thank you for the warm welcome, I appreciate you obliging my request.\" Àvaldi thanked nodding to both Cassandra and Ivovius. \n\nSquatting down he hoisted his gear up, standing tall as his gear was nearly packed and tied into a traveling soldier's pack. \"I'll need to drop this stuff off first of course, and sort it out. I'll follow you.\" Àvaldi says with another nod towards Ivovius."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Vision Ivovius\nThe Southern Pantheon House of Worship\nRikolto, Akno Province, Terresol\n\nIvovius nodded in return. \"We'll be on our way, Magistrate.\" He began, looking towards Cassandra. She smiled and waved them off. Once Àvaldia had shouldered his pack Ivovius lead the Prime through the halls of the temple. They passed through the main chapel, turning down a few hallways before stopping in front of a wooden door. Opening it, Ivovius stood to the side for Prime Àvaldi. \"There are additional blankets in the cabinets.\" The Vision was stoic, not attempting to make additional conversation outside of what was required. \"Leave what you wish and I'll take you to Blacksmith Leric.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "General Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nA certain hush fell over the field at the words. One of the three onlookers immediately stood up and began walking away, while the other two shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Derringer however, remained still, all cheer he had leaving him instantly. His head began to work in overtime trying to make sense of the situation.\n\n\"Forgive me, visitor, for not appearing overjoyed at your... Mission.\" He slowly sheathed his bamboo practice sword with respect. \"And Forgive me for not believing you are up to the task. Many people here in Akno praise Tiny Vik, and many have tried to kill him before.\"\n\nDerringer recalled the man Fritz and his Halfling companion Ander who approached his brother with a similar request, before their army dissapeared in the swamp.\n\n\"What makes you so certain you will succeed where others have failed, and why should I let you try?\""
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nAurelian found himself caring little about the sudden hush that fell over everyone present. He knew what he was implying. He knew what he was signing up for. It did not matter. Aurelian would either succeed in this goal, or die trying. He had no intentions of returning without having done at least something to hamper, harm, or ideally, kill Tiny Vik. One detail that intrigued Aurelian, though, was the mention of the apparent widespread worship of Tiny Vik within Akno. It appeared the rumors were true. This province was undoubtedly under Vik's full control. That made the prospect of trying to kill Vik all the more entertaining for the mage hunter. Aurelian listened to Derringer's words, and found them to be understandable, but unwise all the same. So be it. If Aurelian needed to prove himself to these backwards bog people, then he would do so.\n\nAurelian, still calm but confident in his tone, responded to the General, \"I am certain I will succeed, simply because I am a cut above those who previously tried and failed. All of them had flaws in their approaches to the hunt, but I do not bear such weaknesses. If I must prove my strength to you, then I shall do so. Name a task, and I will accomplish it.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "General Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer was not impressed by what sounded like bravado. This man might be suicidal, and he wasn't one to judge. However, in order for his conscience to be free from guilt, he didn't want to send him in hopelessly. Derringer shook his head after thinking for a moment.\n\n\"Tatsu!\" He called to his former protege, one of the previously mentioned onlookers, \"Give him your bokken.\"\n\nThe man called Tatsu stepped forward, unsheathing his wooden sword from his sash, and bowing as he presented it to Aurelian.\n\n\"If you wish, then fine, prove yourself.\" Derringer motioned to the sword."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "General Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer was impressed by the younger man's physique, mixed with his height it made for quite the sight. Derringer found he had to crane his neck slightly to make eye contact at a distance.\n\n\"You will face me, boy.\" Derringer said, bowing to Aurelian. Derringer then bent his knees slightly as he drew his broken, holding the sword in front of him with a two handed grip.\n\nLeric of Tazmaltur\nSensu District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nThe fires of the forge flared to life briefly when the door to his shop swung open. Leric didn't look right away, but he called out to the newcomers.\n\n\"Just a moment!\" A long hiss immediately followed his remark, steaming filling the room with the occasional lick of flame across the hot metal he was handling. After the third submerging he left the blade in the vat of oil, and pulled his goggles from over his eyes, grabbing a rag to wipe the sweat and soot from his forehead.\n\n\"Ah, Ivovius, I should have known Mafalda would bring you to my door again. Blessings.\" He listened to introductions with wide eyes. \"A white Guard eh? I've never worked for one of them before. What are you in the market for today, my friend?\"\n\nLeric was glad to have the work. As the last Southern Pantheon Blacksmith in Rikolto, things had gotten tough since the Pilgrims took over."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "A Hooded Rider\nThe Keep Sempiternal, The Grey Hills\n\nThe rain soaked through her cloak. She sat hunched in the saddle of her horse, a blonde colored steed with a braided mane. Hunching down to make herself smaller wasn't keeping any rain off, though. She was attended by two armored men, although they bore no sigils but a circle of Saris upon their breast. None of them were Pantheists, or even Marinese, but that damnable circle had kept them from being molested on the road. \n\nOne of the men groaned and shifted in his sodden saddle. \"My ass is sore...\" He groaned. \n\n\"Boff uff our asses are sore, soreass,\" The other replied. They had been quipping this whole trip. \n\n\"Soreass yourself,\" He spat back. \"Cannae just take off me helm for a—\"\n\n\"No!\" She snapped around to face them. From beneath the darkness of her hood, she stopped them both from squabbling. \n\nBut only for a moment.\n\n\"But this raaaaaiiin,\" The man continued to complain. His name was Godwin, and he was not made for long distances on horseback. \"It taps upon me 'ead, milady, like a little drum. My achin'...\" He sighed, and went right back to groaning. \n\n\"Why couldn't we get a carriage?\" The other asked her, not for the first time. She did not respond. His name was Mathis, and he was a moron.\n\nIt had been raining since before they departed from the Sun Gate, and the ground was a sodden mess of rich black soil. It had kept the travelers and smallfolk inside. The last leg of their journey had been easier for it. There would be no mishaps or body burryings today. \n\nWhen she had shot up to look at them, she realized that they were in the middle of a town. _The_ town, presumably. The castle carved into the mountain above them matched the description well enough. Not that it could be called a proper castle, though. To her, it looked more like a haphazard collection of towers and battlements that loomed over everything like a mad God. As they grew closer, the light from the sweeping stained windows grew more and more colorful. It did little to improve their moods. It looked as if no men walked the battlements. The entire town was a empty. \n\nThe rain had left it deserted, save for the warm glow of hearthfire in the windows. There was still some wheat left in the fields, she noticed. The freezing rain had stopped the last part of the harvest and now the dead grey stalks stuck out of the muddy ground like the bristles on an old brush. Whatever was left belonged to the rain now. Even the crows were not out in this weather. They would come eventually, though. She was sure of that.\n\n\"I'm takin' it off...\" Godwin said finally, accompanied by the sound of two latches clicking, then unclicking, then clicking again. His gauntlets were too thick to remove his helm. \n\n\"Hah!\" Mathis let out a bark of cruel laughter. The two were friends, but she had learned that their friendship consisted mostly of enjoying the other's suffering. \n\n\"Mm,\" Godwin continued to struggle, his movements growing more and more frantic, until finally he was slamming an armored fist against his breastplate and he was shaking in anger. \n\n\"FUCK!\" He screamed, and placed a hand against the front of his helm to lift his visor. \"I could— I could— fucking _strangle—_\" He was fiddling with his gauntlets when she spotted movement behind the battlements. \n\nThe three of them stopped their horses and stood before the moat, which was really more of a river that came down from the mountains above them. In the rain, it was a torrent of white capped waves. \n\nMathis removed the horn from his hip and blew into it twice. Sure enough, a man rose up from behind the crenellations. When he moved to address them, Mathis blew the horn a third time. When he was finished, the guard finally addressed them, annoyed and wet.\n\n\"Halt!\" He cried, \"Who goes there?\" \n\n\"Good luck,\" Godwin murmured to her, and with both hands she removed her sodden hood, tossing it onto her back with a wet _plap._\n\n\"I am Ilona Maith,\" She lied. \"And I've come for dinner!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart l' Hivert | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nThe guard had trouble hearing the shouts amidst the raging storm.\n\"Who goes?\" He asked.\nBut then another silver helmet popped up from the sunken battlements to whisper something in the watchman's ear.\n\n\"My bad,\" He replied. \"The lord's been expecting you.\"\n\nThe brazen doors opened slowly to reveal a candlelit interior and a slender figure standing below the treshold: the castle's seneschal.\nHe was dressed all in black, wore a monocle, and had a thin moustache that unfurled past his cheekbones.\n\n\"Welcome to the Keep Sempiternal, lady Maith. I shall be your guide.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "General Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer flicked his eyes up and down rapidly. The boy held his sword uniquely, not like his own steadied two-handed stance common in Akno. Derringer adjusted his footing, finding purchase for his sandals in the soft grass of the field. He breathed in slowly, and adjusted his grip minutely before exhaling. To the side, the onlookers exchanged words about bets."
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"author": "krigsgaeldr",
"message": "Àvaldi, The Convert\nSensus District, Rikolto, Akno \n\nÀvaldi bowed his head slightly at the introduction, thanking Ivovius with a small nod as he stepped forward to speak more directly to the blacksmith. Standing up straight, his posture is mainly meant to indicate that he was here on business and meant to strictly talk business for the most part. \n\n\"Greetings Leric. The work I need done is rather simple. I need a standard longsword, if you've already got one made then it may work perfectly fine for the needs I have.\" Àvaldi states, gesturing towards the blacksmith with a calloused hand. Unlocking the sheath of the longsword that he had carried as a beater, he placed it on a nearby table. Beneath the sheath the blade was chipped, scratched, and even rusted in a few areas. Whether it was restorable or not, Àvaldi was unsure of; but he knew he needed to replace it. \n\nHe takes in another breath before continuing, \"The second order would be nine shortbow arrows.\" He continues, grabbing the arrows from the quiver and placing them onto the table next to his sword. The tips dulled, some having had the bladed tips chipped off entirely. \n\n\"I'd also like to scrap my old longsword and the nine arrows I've currently got in my possession. I've no need of them anymore.\" Gesturing towards the old and worn gear. He glanced towards the blacksmith, awaiting to see the answer and gear that he could provide. If he had to make anything, Àvaldi hoped it'd be no more than a day or two for the sword and arrows to be made; but he also recognized blacksmiths were always in high demand."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Lord Aurum\nNorthern Coast, Terresol \n\n The gilded halls of the grand manor lay silent, no life dwelled underneath the marble white ceiling aside from a single servant stalking the halls, his footsteps upon the floor were the only sounds that polluted the tranquility of the manor. The old man had served house Aurum for decades, he lived only at his Lord's behest, and served loyally as any man could be expected to. He ensured the human guards were paid, and acted as an intermediary for his Lord's plans, among a dozen other duties that he took care of on a day to day basis. He was the only living soul who knew some of the secrets of his master, bits and pieces of the plans of a living god, for that was what his lord was, a god. Immortal, undying, perfect in all the ways humans were flawed, to serve him was the highest honor. To be trusted with even the smallest bit of the thoughts of such a being was incredible, yet even after a lifetime of service, the full extent of Lord Aurum's will was not known to him. He knew vague fragments, bits and pieces, but whatever grand goal his Lord had in mind, it was beyond him. As the man gingerly opened the door to his Lord's study, he thought of how lucky he was to be at the side of such a being. \n\n\n Aurum cared little for his human servants. He had had hundreds of them over his lengthy existence, at a certain point they all blurred together. Like dogs really, except you named your dogs, he didn't bother giving names to his mortal servants. They existed as tools of his will, you didn't name your hammer, even if you needed one to build a house. \n\"M'Lord, the messengers have returned, your eyes and ears have found little regarding what you spoke of, I am sorry to say.\"\n\nAurum sighed, waving a hand and dismissing the old man. He was getting up in years, this servant, perhaps it was time to replace him. He'd gain little from exchanging him, perhaps an Arbiter? No, he was too old for that, he'd die in an hour. An offering then, one last service to Aurum. He put the thoughts of servants and echanges out of his mind, he had larger plans at work that required his attention. \nA map of Marin had been rolled out upon his table, labeled with roads and cities, rivers and valleys, all the little details that made this world so frightfully boring. Aurum rubbed a coin between his fingers, and began to pace around the map, circling like a shark who smelled blood. \n\"So many little gnats, swarming over a pile of shit.\" He muttered to himself, looking down at the part of the map just north of Terresol, the nation of Northwind. He tossed a gold coin into the air haphazardly, and it landed face up in Northwind, right over the Iron Gate. The coin's face was an old man in a crown, a sword hanging above his head. \"A united north... Interesting, yet problematic. Especially when the south is fractured.\" \nHe turned his gaze to Terresol, flipping a coin in his fingers. On one side, a solemn man in prayer, a woman standing behind him, on the other, a fair maiden with a flower in her hand. He tossed the coin upon the map, landing it directly on Sol.\n\n\"The pantheon is embroiled in it's own works, yet soon may turn its attention outward. Expansion seems imminent\" A coin for Araedia, a phoenix clutching swords in its talons. The southern pantheon was always looking for ways to grow its flock, yet plague and corruption had wounded them in the past. But like all wounded animals, they would lash out. Terresol looked to be the victim of their expansionary interests. Northwind, Araedia, and now The Isles, three powers seeking influence in Terresol. It would be quite a show indeed, though whether he would bother to interfere was yet to be seen. He had little care for the games of mortal kings and queens, his attention lay in grander things. Yet it paid to garner influence from the gnats from time to time, perhaps he could use one of these powers to his advantage. \n His gaze turned farther south, the Isles. He had cared little for them in the past, but now they had been forged into a power worthy of his attention. Their new King was one who Aurum could almost respect, almost. It took great strength of will to unite such a savage peoples, a more strength still to take them from a backwater only good for slaves to a player in the grand game of nations. Of course, that was only if he could make it last. He tossed another coin into the air, and when it landed it carried a poppy with flames licking at its roots carved upon its face. \nAurum opened his palm to look at his last two coins. The first he tossed landed in the south of Terresol, and was emblazoned with a laughing face, a mask he knew all too well. \"What is your game now, jester?\" A few beings held Aurum's respect, and even fewer he considered a threat, yet the being who lived but a few hundred leagues south was both. He doubted even he knew of Aurum's plans, but doubtless he would oppose them if he did know, a self-proclaimed god couldn't stand competition.\n\nAurum looked at the palm of his hand, there was but a single coin left, and on it was a symbol that he knew all too well. Three coins, the symbol of house, the symbol of his destiny. \"Where is it?\" He muttered angrily, looking at the coin in his hand. He tossed it upon the map and closed his eyes. \nWhen he opened them again, he looked down to see where fate had taken him. A grin stretched across Aurum's face as he looked at the map, littered with gold. \"Of course it is.\" Aurum turned from the map, his attention now focused towards bigger things. Centuries of work were coming to fruition, and Aurum was at the precipice of his ultimate destiny. He shut the doors behind him, the last candle sizzling out between his fingers.\n\n\nAs the gilded doors slammed shut, all that was left was a map dotted with kings and queens, plans and strategies, destinies and duels, alone in the dark."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Hemian Kallandrim | Sol city**\n\nA man clad in a ragged cape emerged from the forest and unto the fields. Accross those fields, he walked with the limp of seasons but without stop until he reached the road. There, the traveller became but one among many drops of color flowing down the river of mud. Only when the gates of Sol were in sight did the figure show hesitation.\n\nSomething bumped him from behind. Seems not all travellers had patience for men who decided to have a contemplative moment right in front of the main gates.\nHe turned to reveal a grizzled face with a thick black beard. Gray lines of aging hair ran in pairs down the sides his mouth, and behind his ears."
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"author": "lukewarm7754",
"message": "**Jora Sylgritte - Sol city**\n\nThe rustling of leaves. The crackle of fallen branches, snapping beneath a pair of heavy boots. As per usual, Jora had taken the liberty of carving her own path towards the capital. Her adventures across Araedia hadn't turned out exactly how she had hoped, at least monetarily; a fact very much evident by her moderately dishevelled state. \n\nHer flaxen mane, usually tied back and separated into long braids, now fell like curtains past her chest, swaying freely with each motion. Thought she still had a pair of bracers on, the rest of the armour she had acquired back in Erillia was nowhere to be seen, likely discarded along the way due to it being both beyond repair and too cumbersome to bother with. Instead, there was only a simple tunic adorning her tall, hardened frame, which too was covered in its fair share of patchworks and tears. \n\nIt was quite obvious that Jora had been primarily living off the land for a good while now. If nothing else, she's clearly had plenty of time to hone her survival skills. Albeit, not by choice. After some more hiking, Jora eventually emerged onto the main path leading to Sol, where she got swept up by the crowd. She did draw a few concerned glances her way, though it probably had less to do with the bearded axe dangling from her belt and more with the fact that she looked like she'd been sleeping in a cave for the past few weeks, which wasn't entirely inaccurate. Still, behind the frizzled locks and smudged warpaint were those same icy eyes; an apt summary of her mood. \n\n\"Watch it, old man.\" She spat out as she bumped into a fellow who seemed in far less hurry than her. Yet, instead of passing him completely by, she couldn't help but halt and glance back for a moment. \n\nThe gates were before her and the stream of bodies showed no signs of stopping, but not many could cause the broad woman to budge if she didn't want to."
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"author": "morguemann",
"message": "**Magistrate Soren Cotter Eadswulf**\n*The Abigreth, Sol, Adainum Province, Terresol.*\n\nSoren could feel how tense she was, it seemed to roll off her in droves. No wonder- *She did after all piss off a Queen*. Not that it mattered now, Charity was of no use to the Southern Pantheon and those resident at the Abigreth knew it. \"Charity is the least of our concerns- for better or for worse.\" The look in his eyes was serious despite the subtle smirk that clung to the corners of his mouth.\n\n\"*I can see that.* Nothing a bath and a good night's sleep won't fix, Magistrate.\" He answered sharply, waving his hand slightly. \"Might be better to burn the dress than to wash it.\" He chuckled, moving along the corridor back towards his quarters. A quieter area of the Abigreth where Soren spent much of his time. \n\n\"As busy as usual, one might imagine,\" He paused for a moment, rolling his eyes at the comment, \"I will always frighten them. They don't know how to read me and see me as unpredictable- and for that they do not appreciate my company.\" He said calmly, \"Not that I'm complaining. *As far as I'm concerned my demeanour is just fine*.\" His tone was cold but the comment was meant in jest, Soren had a particularly dry sense of humor that far too many missed out on, prefering to see him as more of an old tyrant than anything. \n\n\"How do you say? You can't make an omelette without a few broken eggs.\" Soren shrugged slightly, the fabric of his robe trailing behind him as he approached the ornate wooden door to his quarters. He pulled a brass key from the folds within his garment before he swung the door open and invited his guest inside. He glided in behind her, moving to take a seat at one of the chairs in front of the roaring fireplace.\n\n.\n\"Perhaps we should discuss the more pressing matters now? Is there anything significant you have to tell me- Charity is out of power and now our Sol, Terresol- has no ruler. Saris has yet to show me their will.\" He sighed, resting his head on his hand. \"There is uncertainty in these times and there is a storm brewing, I can feel it in the deepest part of my stomach, it's a pit that keeps on growing.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Hemian Kallandrim | Sol**\n\n_\"Watch it, old man.\"_\n\n\"By the gods. Cities and it's people, they are both filth,\" Was the first thing Hemian thought of when being pushed, but when he turned, what avaited him was the sight of a burly woman with an angry face. Not a urbanite by the looks of it. No. She was a warrior.\nHe'd been too quick to judge, to let his biases lay the blame on cosmopolites, and the Dryadic had decided to humble him for it.\n\"Forgive me,\" He told the tall woman as he bowed. \"I'm not used to crowds. And by the looks of it seems you aren't either.\"\n\nHe gazed at Jora's battered oufit from top to bottom."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Aux Rylean\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\n With a caravan behind him, Aux walked into the Vinyard district in a messily made suit of plate armor. He'd walk in front of the caravan with a straight back. As the rest of the caravan followed, the young warrior stared daggers at the people who came with him to make sure none of them took any goods from the trading cart. Despite seeming like a naive fool who found someone's armor and sword, he acted like a capable leader to the men in his caravan, helping them with their shortcomings and fixing problems that needed his assistance. Eventually, the men met up with a trader to barter wheat, barley, and other crops to prepare their town for the following winter."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer hesitated. Aurelian didn't take a stance, or form a defense. He guessed this was either a feint or a bait, and he didn't want to get it wrong. Slowly, Derringer began stepping to his right, keeping his torso facing towards Aurelian as he began to circle him, searching for a more solid opening."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nAurelian smirked slightly. This older fellow seemed to actually know what he was doing. Aurelian kept up with his impeccable footwork, surveying Derringer as the foe attempted to circle around him. Aurelian kept his own torso facing Derringer, not allowing the older man even one chance to sneak around or behind him. Aurelian maintained the one-handed grip on his training sword, still trying to bait Derringer into taking a foolish gambit that he could exploit. Even as Derringer and Aurelian kept up this equilibrium, the general amount of openings Derringer could find remained practically negligible, and the same seemed to be the case for Aurelian. If they were going to exchange anytime soon, then it would likely be very two-sided."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer continued circling, each step a slow and calculated move. He continued steadying his breathing, forming a goal within his head. If the boy didn't have any openings, he'd have to make one.\n\nDerringer suddenly tensed all of his muscles and lifted up his forward foot to stomp down. As he did so, he thrust his head forward before pulling it back instantaneously."
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"author": "lukewarm7754",
"message": "**Jora Sylgritte - Sol city**\n\nJora quirked a fair brow back at the considerably older man. She still hadn't fully turned to face him, rather just stood there like a monolith, looking over her shoulder—a very inconvenient monolith for anyone trying to slip past her. Ironic considering her impatience earlier, but she clearly wasn't immune to hypocrisy and, frankly, didn't care either way.\n\n\"Yeah.\" She muttered, her voice having grown raspy from lack of use.\n\nOrdinarily, she would've just carried on, but the respect the man had shown her in spite of her brutishness gave her pause. These rumours, if true, were the opportunity she needed for a fresh start; perhaps she should've at least tried and regard others with some modicum of decency as well.\n\nJora sighed a turned her body fully—still no less an obstacle for those around her, of course, but that wasn't important. She pressed one set of knuckles to her waist and cleared her throat:\n\n\"Sorry, the last couple of days haven't been... Kind. You alright?\""
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nAurelian maintained his own sense of slow and calculated movements, matching Derringer in careful and shrewd thoughts regarding the practice duel. Aurelian expected a move from Derringer eventually, since he was still predicting the intent that his opponent may have. In a slightly unexpected turn, Derringer did a fake-out, stomping and feigning a forward attack. Aurelian seemed to not quite take the bait, instead further preparing himself for something genuine from Derringer and stepping up his own footwork, along with improving his one-handed grip upon his training sword. The tall Paladin appeared to be more than aware of potential tricks, which put him a step or two above most of his brothers and sisters within the Quipeccatum, who acted much more heavily on instinct over intuition."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno\n\nSo the boy wasn't completely untrained, which already set him apart from the usual braggart who came to him seeking glory. Derringer slowly switched his bokken from left to right, maintaining his two handed grip and continuing to circle with Aurelian. He wasn't going to fall for this trap, and make the first move."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nIt now seemed the two swordsmen were at a total impasse. Aurelian had the patience of stone and the willpower of the Sun. He knew fully that Derringer's intent was to wait things out and bait Aurelian into making a foolish mistake, much like it was his own goal. Aurelian noted the change in grip that Derringer adopted, but maintained his own, since it needed no changes yet. Neither Derringer nor Aurelian appeared to have any intention of making the first move yet. However, fake-outs could still be done without risking oneself. Aurelian took a step forward, feigning seriousness in the action picture-perfectly, as if his patience really did run out. In actuality, this slight step was another layer to the bait he was setting up for Derringer, in hopes that the older foe would bite and open up something for Aurelian to exploit."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Hemian Kallandrim | Sol**\n\n\"I feel great, though it might not look like it. I was simply taken aback by our great city, and the people in it,\" The man had a smell of cold rains and fresh pine trees. \"It is a most daunting task, having to look after all these souls, especially in these dark times.\"\n\nHe turned to gate with a smile, then back to Jora.\n\n\"But what about you, wanderer? You look battered, in spirit if not in body. Why have the gods guided you here?\""
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"author": "lukewarm7754",
"message": "**Jora Sylgritte - Sol city\n**\n\"Look after?\" \n\nLiterally or metaphorically, Jora thought as she looked him over from head to toe. Even if she knew little of the gods of these lands, she could tell that the man was pious by the way he spoke. That, and that familiar, almost benevolent twinkle in his eyes, not too dissimilar to her adoptive mother—granted, they were unlikely to see eye to eye belief-wise.\n\n\"Oh no, I am very much thoroughly battered—body, spirit; you name it.\" She said with a tired smirk whilst popping a kink in her shoulder. \n\n\"I heard that there's work to be found around these parts for folk of my ilk. And you? Stretching those old bones?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Hemian Kallandrim | slums of Sol**\n\nJora's accusation found Hemian at a loss for words. He was running. Running from his duty. But what could he do? These were not good hearted peasants, who deep down only wanted to be reminded of things they already knew. These people were different, their hearts were rotten.\n\n\"They already worship the true gods,\" Said Hemian. \"They need no conversion.\"\n\nIt was an excuse of course. The trappings of this strange cult might've been those of the Divine Pantheon, but the way they went about their worship was fundamentally wrong.\nHemian wasn't sure that wiser men could've found a way out of this conundrum. It wasn't a matter of allowing or forbidding a minor god, because their deity was nothing new. They merely worshipped one of the Six as something she was not. \n\n\"Where are you going, old man?\" One of the Enfocers caught sight of Hemian attemting to leave the line.\n\"I am leaving. The flies have stolen my appetite.\"\n\"The flies are blessed old fool, they grow fat on the blood of sinners. Nature has yet to sing a sweeter song.\"\nDespite the looming figure of Jora over the Wisdom's shoulder, the rangy man was not intimidated. There was madness in his eyes. But his morbid praise of nature was too much for Hemian to bear. He would not allow this desecration to continue.\n\"I am a Wisdom of the divine Pantheon!\" He shouted. \"Not some unswahed cultist ignorant of the will of the gods! Your temple reeks of blasphemy and sin! Saris forgive you.\"\n\nThe enforcer was left flabbergasted, as was everyone in the squalid communal kitchen. The people in line, sensing what was about to happen, the broke ranks and made for the streets with haste. Only Hemian, Jora, and the cultists remained under the grim statue's gaze.\n\n\"Saris forgive me? Forgive me? Forgive ME?!\" The fanatic's bloodshot eyes opened wide, drool fell from his mouth like a dog with rabies. \"Blasphemer! Saris does not forgive! SARIS CONDEMNS!\"\n\nAnd with that rabid sceam, he lunged towards Hemian, intent on using his rusty fishing harpoon to saw off the Wisdom's head. Like rats, more zealots surged from the nooks and crannies of the place. Lanky, dirty, malnourished, poorly armed, hunched to half the height of Hemian's mercenary companion. But mighty as she was, Jora was alone, and there were a dozen of them."
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"author": "lukewarm7754",
"message": "**Jora Sylgritte - Slums of Sol**\n\nJust as she had predicted; the fanatics were bound to turn hostile sooner or later, though she didn't expect Hemian to be the one to set them off. \n \nJora stood back throughout the heated exchange, scoffing at the two grown men essentially arguing about which version of the same fairy tale sounded more plausible. The witherlander wasn't without faith herself, but she needn't debate the existence of her gods, for their will is absolute and self-evident. One need only listen to the howling of the northern gales, or feel the touch of snow upon their skin to realise the truth—the fate that awaits all men, regardless of their creed: \n\nThe eternal cold. \n\nAll but one, if legends were to be believed, and Jora intended on staking her claim for that position; not through prayer, but through glorious violence. \n\nBefore the ragged zealot could reach the older man, he suddenly found himself trapped in a guillotine-like chokehold. He flailed uselessly as his neck was being compressed, trapped in a vice of muscle and tempered steel. Jora wasn't looking to simply render her victim unconscious, however. She bent her knees, leaning her comparatively heavy frame back and applying more and more pressure on the smaller man's spine. There was another second or two of breathless struggling, shortly followed by that inevitable and long-awaited...\n\nPop.\n\nThe enforcer's limp body was finally allowed to drop, laid prone before the blinded visage of his precious goddess, paralysed and yet denied the mercy of a swift death.\n\nJora snorted, spat and drew her axe with that trademark bloodthirsty grin of hers, tossing it from one hand to the other as she excitedly waited for her next victim to charge her. It was quite clear that protecting the old man was but an excuse to bloody her blade. And bloody it she did. The next pair of zealots to approach her met consecutively gruesome ends: \n\nThe first she sidestepped and shoved aside as though he were a child throwing a violent tantrum, only to lodge her axe right between the eyes of the second. Bone fragments scraped against iron as she kicked the now lifeless sack of meat back. With her weapon freed, she turned around and finished her initial attacker off. The first swing nearly cleaved through the man's forearm, which he had raised in hopes of defending himself—an ultimately fruitless endeavour, for his painful bellowing was soon silenced with a subsequent and quite brutal chop to the base of his skull. \n\nThen another hit the ground, and then another. Jora's attacks had so much force behind them that proper edge alignment wasn't even a factor. She could've been hitting them with the blunt size of the axe it would've still been enough to strike them down, especially given that they weren't wearing much in terms of armour. Eventually, however, even she had to realise that there were simply far too many for her to handle on her lonesome; especially as the crowd had dispersed, leaving her to fight a horde of crazed lunatics in what was essentially an open field.\n\nAfter savagely roaring in the face of her fifth casualty and effectively pummelling him to the death by using the axehead like an improvised knuckle duster, she tossed his body towards the encroaching tide of vermin, knocking over a few and buying herself some time to retreat.\n\nShe backed away until she bumped into Hemian.\n\n\"You quick on your feet, preacher? I don't suppose you know any secret tunnels we can lose or at least funnel the mad bastards into.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Hemian Kallandrim | slums of Sol**\n\n\"I'm afraid we might just have to make a run for it,\" Replied the hermit. \"Same way we came!\"\n\nHe ducked as one of Jora swings brought the blunt part of her axe against his face. It struck a sneaking fanatic in the jawbone, shattering it as the bastard was sent flying. His ragdoll body struck the kitchen bell, then fell into a boiling cauldron's fiery demise.\nHemian could hear enraged shouts and painful screams, but also a stream of dread litanies.\n\n\"Suffer not the infidel! Force it to penance, then to death! So has she spoken, so it shall be!\"\nIn the middle of the chaos one of the fanatics had found the time to kneel and pray, arms extended to the sky in rapture, bathed in the blood of his fellows.\n\"Saris condemns you, heretics! Saris condemns us all!\"\n\nHemian might've no longer been in his prime. But he'd recieved weapons training in his earlier years, and a life in the wilderness had prevented his body from growing too soft, so he decided to lend Jora a hand. He stole a makeshift hammer from a dead zealot and used it to bludgeon his way forward, shattering knees and ribs where he could.\nIt was a tame and rusty violence compared to the cleaving fury unleashed by the mercenary, but it was effective enough. Although whether by lack of strength or resolve, he couldn't bring himself to deliver killing blows. Many were left reeling behind him, ribs craked or joints dislodged, but still living. It had costed Hemian several wounds of his own.\n\nThe fanatics kept pouring in. They were all over the slum, infesting it like rats, and the noise of the battle called out to them. They arrived confused at first, but their bloodlust soon helped them make sense of the situation. One of them, a muscular whaler by the looks of it, climbed atop a crumbling gantry and aimed his harpoon at Jora.\n\n\"Watch out!\" Shouted Hemian, unsure of if she could hear the warning."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nSadly for Aurelian, it appeared that he'd already given away his very high level of competence in this duel, which put his foe, Derringer, on edge. All the same, though, Derringer responded, and Aurelian saw fit to capitalize on it. The quick and small slash was caught and batted aside by Aurelian's own training sword, and the Paladin immediately found himself thrusting his sword forwards in an effort to counterattack. The reaction speed, and speed in general, of the Paladin was startling, even to the likes of a veteran swordsman like Derringer. Where Derringer refused to let Aurelian dictate the battle, so too did Aurelian refuse to let Derringer dictate the battle."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nRikolto, Terresol\n\nWhen Derringer's tip was batted away, he let the weight carry it towards the ground, holding his sword vertically and upside down. This was the perfect position for him to slash again as Aurelian stepped in for a stab. Quickly he pulled his elbows around and in, turning his block around and into a downward slash at Aurelian's head."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nAurelian had hoped the stab would land, but he figured Derringer was much too quick for such a trick to work. Aurelian was left with but a moment to react as his foe's sword came bearing down towards his face, but the Paladin was more than quick enough to react. What did not go in Aurelian's favor, though, was the result of his hasty block of Derringer's strike. Due to the somewhat awkward positioning of the swords as a result of Aurelian's quick move, as well as the force with which Derringer struck, Aurelian's already rather light grip upon his wooden training sword was knocked loose. Aurelian, for the first time in a long time, was disarmed by another opponent. Aurelian's eyebrows raised and his eyes lit up; not with fear, though, but with a mixture of surprise and happiness. Finally, the Paladin had found someone able to give him a genuine challenge in swordplay! Aurelian had been disarmed, so he knew immediately where to go next: Into his greatest forte, unarmed combat. Aurelian willingly chose to not grab his sword, and shifted into a strange but adept unarmed stance, seeming to bid Derringer to press forward and try to attack him despite his lack of a weapon."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nRikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer knew he was losing, but he didn't realize he had already lost. His downward strike fell through, and he caught the kick to the base of his neck and shoulder. He cried out briefly, but returned with another set of slashes. He had to end this now, with one final strike, because in terms of stamina, the young always win. Summoning the fire in his belly, Derringer shouted with all his strength, as he slashed one final time, aiming for a beheading strike that would claim the victory for him. Time seemed to slow as Derringer swung, growing closer and closer to Aurelian's neck.\n\nThe next thing he saw was the sky.\n\nAurelian had dodged his attack, making an agreement with gravity as he bent backward, and disarmed Derringer with a kick. The point of his play sword unwaveringly pointing down at Derringer's throat. Derringer held up two fingers to Aurelian.\n\n\"I yield.\" Was all he said."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nFrom the moment he went unarmed, Aurelian knew that victory was more than certain. It was a premonition. Derringer moved rather slowly in Aurelian's eyes as the exchange went on, and his awareness only heightened as the bout drew to a close. Within just a moment, which seemed to last an eternity, Aurelian had Derringer disarmed and at swordpoint, after having delivered a perfect counter even living legends could hardly dream of. Upon hearing the words \"I yield\", Aurelian calmly switched up his grip on the practice sword, offering it back to Derringer, along with a helping hand to get Derringer back to his feet.\n\nTo conclude the bout on his end, Aurelian calmly delivered, \"Well fought, General. You're quite the swordsman. Here I thought most Southerners were weaklings, but I am happy to see you proved me wrong. You are one of the best foes I've faced in a good bit. Now, where is Vik?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nRikolto, Akno\n\nDerringer put his elbows underneath him, blinking slowly as the world danced out of focus. When he managed to shake the fog from his head, Derringer took Aurelian's hand and climbed to his feet.\n\n\"Your fighting style is Unorthodox, it's like fighting a beast on all fours, with a tail.\" Derringer chuckled as he took a rag one of his aides approached with.\n\n\"Very well, Paladin, you certainly aren't some untrained boy seeking glory, and I have yet to get a glimpse of Vik in battle.\" Derringer sucked in, concerned the Paladin might be upset by his news.\n\n\"Vik left Akno over a year ago, he hasn't returned yet. He isn't in the province, but the Regit Swamplands to the south are where he makes his home. I can't give you an exact location, but he is sure to return there before the war breaks out and we march North.\""
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nVineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**\n\nAurelian allowed Derringer plenty of time to recover from the immense blow delivered to him. In fact, Aurelian was amazed that Derringer was durable enough to not be out cold for a while from it. The General truly was a special kind of tough. Aurelian let out a faint scoff of humor as Derringer described his fighting style as unorthodox, which was rather accurate. Aurelian then listened as Derringer spoke, giving approval to disclose Vik's whereabouts and then delivering some news to go along with it. Aurelian raised a brow as he heard that Vik hadn't yet been seen in battle, which was something he found surprising. He'd heard of what Vik did to the last Paladins that trespassed his swamp, but was still unafraid. Aurelian knew that he was a cut above the fools that traipsed into the swamps as if it would be easy to find and fight Vik. Upon hearing of the Regit Swamplands, Aurelian nodded in confirmation of understanding. He then toweled off some of his sweat, of which there wasn't a whole lot, and began putting his armor back upon his body.\n\nAurelian then responded, \"Many thanks for the information, Derringer. I will be off to the Swamplands posthaste. If my hunt is to go well, I must endeavor to catch him off-guard, if such a thing is even possible.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Lord Regent Derringer Hecate\nRikolto, Akno\n\n\"I cannot wish you luck, or hope for your return, but I am intrigued to see the outcome of your hunt. If you succeed, I'll host you for a night before your return to the North.\" Derringer bowed to Aurelian, snapping his hands to his waist.\n\n\"I expect you'll leave soon, but if you wait until tomorrow I will also cover any in charges for the night. It isn't as much as a contract, but Vik's glory will hopefully make up for it.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Nieve Vassal\nMaker's Mark, Southern Willows, The Kingdom of Phallathorn\n\nNieve put her hands on her hips, scowling down at the figure. He wasn't from Phallathorn, that was for sure, not with those manners. Nieve jutted a finger out to the man's face.\n\n\"No.\" She said. \"I've a whole list of chores to take care of, and I'm already behind thanks to you and Nan.\"\n\nNieve hooked an arm under Aurelian's and tried to pull against the mass of weighted muscle. While she struggled she kept talking.\n\n\"You want your answers? Help me and I'll tell you everything you need to know. Or you can fuck off and try to figure it out yourself.\" She Said through gritted teeth."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nMaker's Mark, Phallathorn???**\n\nAurelian blinked at Nieve as she scowled at him and jutted a finger out towards him, but he did not really have much of a reaction to it. As far as he was aware, this was just another young lady, though likely under some form of Vik's influence. What other conclusion was the masked-up warrior to draw? Surely Vik sent him somewhere that was familiar to Vik, not to himself, but it was still familiar to at least one party out of the two. Either that, or Vik just dropped him off in the middle of a spot unknown to both of them, and was just waiting for him to come back. Or he wasn't waiting at all. None of that was really the Paladin's concern at this point.\n\nOnce the proposal came, an offer of information for help, Aurelian was about to answer affirmatively, before Nieve saw fit to try in vain to lift him up to his own feet. As gently as he could, Aurelian shifted his arm away from hers, leaned back down towards the ground, and kipped up to his feet, standing at his full height before the girl. Or lady. Aurelian couldn't tell; everyone around here looked similar in terms of age to him.\n\n\"Chores?\" Aurelian inquired. \"Like... Killing some local beast or something of the sort? Or...\"\n\nAfter a pause of contemplation, and also to just shut himself up, Aurelian continued, \"Just tell me what you need help with. If you can offer information on this place, I can help you with your chores.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Nieve Vassal\nMaker's Mark, Southern Willows, The Kingdom of Phallathorn\n\nWith a soft thud and a quiet gasp, Nieve fell onto her rump in the brush. A single strand of hair falling over her face that she dramatically blew at until it reset onto her scalp. Arising, she made a show of brushing off the dirt from her behind and lap, and put her hands on her hips again. She finally got a proper look at the man now that he stood, and wrinkled her nose at him.\n\n\"Aye, big strong guy, no doubt you could kill a Shadow no problem, but no. Mixer says he has a new batch for our farm, my cow is too hot to pull in this weather so it's up to you and me to pull the cart.\" She took a few steps towards the village direction and gestured. Her path was somewhat secluded, but through the brush it was easy to tell the markings of laid wood and thatch of artificial buildings a few hundred feet down the path.\n\n\"Mixer's house is by the checkpoint by the path. We'll need to pass through the market square and look out for the bright yellow door. Hopefully no trouble on the way.\"\n\nAfter a moment she couldn't help but ask.\n\n\"You're not from Phallathorn?\""
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Aurelian Kallandrim\nMaker's Mark, Phallathorn???**\n\nThe brief toppling over of Nieve was only noticed by the time Aurelian had leapt up to his feet like some kind of creature. Naturally, he did not mean to knock her over, so he felt a tinge of regret.\n\n\"Apologies,\" Aurelian stated. \"I didn't mean to knock you down.\"\n\nOnce that was mostly settled, Aurelian listened to Nieve explain what exactly she needed help with, as well as the path the two of them were to take to get to where they needed to go. At this point, the... Girl(?) was the guide and he was the learner, so he figured it best to follow her lead.\n\nAs for the rather obvious question, Aurelian nodded, answering, \"Correct. I'm from... Elsewhere. I can't entirely remember where I was born, but I came here directly from Vik's Garden.\""
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"author": "mastergunnysarge",
"message": "Captain Valkrin Farensun \nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol \n\n\"Twenty years ago I would have jumped at that,\" He said coolly, \"What exactly are you suggesting? You think the commoners, or the nobles for that matter, want a man who's more Islander than Terreme causing even more trouble than they've got already?\" \n\nHe rolled around some sort of greens on his plate, then stood and walked to the other end of the table facing Peraz. \n\n\"I assume you have some sort of idea you'd like to share?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Peraz Dumagne\nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol\n\nPeraz ate heartily as he spoke and a smile curled over her lips. \"I am only thinking aloud, Captain. Terreme or Islander you would be a valuable asset in anyone's court.\"\n\nHer fork was lowered to the table with a soft *Clink* And she leaned back on her chair. \"I do have a... *Resquest*, of sorts to ask of you - I must have your word that if you decline that news of it will not reach my Lord-brother.\"\n\nHer eyes flicked to the young man that Valkrin had brought with him as though to either scrutinise his loyalty or silently will him to leave the room."
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"author": "mastergunnysarge",
"message": "Captain Valkrin Farensun \nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol \n\nValkrin followed her gaze across the room, landing on his scribe. The boy was visibly frightened by the Dragon of Falsa, shaking slightly as he stood. \n\n\"What?\" Said Valkrin, \"You want I should cut out his tongue right here? The boy hardly speaks to his own kin, let alone lords of realms he's never seen.\" He paced back over to his seat and began to have another drink, leaning onto the table as he set down the cup. \n\n\"Tell me about this request of yours.\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Peraz Dumagne\nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol\n\nA soft laugh escaped her, \"There are snakes in every garden just as there are spies in every room.\" She spoke in her gentle alto though she did not look at the man maliciously or even with distrust. \n\n\"The house of Dumagne does not have an heir,\" She began as she placed her elbows on the table and clasped her fingers. \"My brother has two sisters and a bastard for a brother. If something happens to him - gods forbid it - his seat will go to a distant, and rather irrelevant, cousin. Sun is unlikely to marry with how often her studies have her travelling, Samsom's children will have no claim and I cannot *Truly* Believe any poor woman would stoop so low as to let Lutur bed her...\"\n\nShe shook her head of the thought and the dangling beads of her headpiece made a soft clinking windchime. \n\n\"As far as I am aware you are unmarried and I am long widowed. Would you consider a marriage?\""
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"author": "mastergunnysarge",
"message": "Captain Valkrin Farensun \nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol\n\nThere was a hush as Valkrin stood staring at the woman after she proposed to him. \n\n\"Consider a what...?\" He trailed off, leaning closer to her as if he hadn't heard her correctly. \n\nThe young man beside him began to clarify what was said, before Valkrin closed a fist in front of the boy, indicating it was time to stop talking. \n\n\"I fail to see exactly what you stand to gain from this, Lady Dumagne. I'm not a nobleman, I'm a Shitblood born a stone's throw from this castle to the Draghi's of Falsa.\" \n\nHe paced the room a bit, then asked, \"Is this some sort of jest?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Peraz Dumagne\nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol\n\n\"There is no jest.\" She clarified with a shake of her head. Her lady moved to take her plate from the table.\n\n\"My late husband was a nobleman. Do you know his name?\" She asked, \"Most of Terresol does not and none of the rest of the known world will. *Your* Name is known throughout... That is much better than a title... I would gain an heir, the freedom to choose who I marry before my brother does *For* Me, and my halls will not be empty.\"\n\nShe rose from her chair to her impressive height, the beetlewing embroidery shimmered under the candlelight as she moved to stand opposite to him. \n\n\"The Dragon of Falsa and the Kingslayer would make a formidable force to reckon with. Don't you agree? You would also gain a title; Lord of Togaira.\""
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"author": "mastergunnysarge",
"message": "Captain Valkrin Farensun\nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol\n\nFor a moment Valkrin saw it; the two of them ruling together, a small host of children running about the halls of this castle. \n\n\"A formidable force indeed, they'll write songs about it for decades,\" He said as he looked at her. She truly was quite stunning, and he could and had done much worse in his life. \n\n\"If you're honestly certain it's what you want, then I accept. What better way to protect my land than to rule over it?\""
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"author": "faeryfire",
"message": "Peraz Dumagne\nThe Island of Togaira, Terresol\n\nThe Lady of Togaira held her chin up as another smile graced her features. She was a striking woman, if not pretty. She had taken her father's sharp face and height, her mother's fine hair and grace. She would not look out of place in an illuminated manuscript. \n\n\"I knew you weren't the type to retire quietly.\" She reminded him and returned to her seat. \"Stay the night so you needn't sail in darkness. We can discuss matters of engagement and marriage when the sun rises.\"\n\n\"Eidyg,\" She called and her lady's maid came to her side, \"Prepare chambers for Captain Farensun and his...\" She looked to the young man, \"Retainer?\"\n\nEidyg bowed her head, \"Yes, lady.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "The forest surroundings were busy this night- wind flows and howls through the trees over head, the cloudy night sky blankets the forest floor in an almost pitch black and silent veil and the occasional hoot and chirp break the otherwise quiet air. The cluttered forest trees are not empty this night, however, as a trap lays dormant, waiting it's very specific victim. A cage, lined with silver filings lays flat on the ground, ropes spread out the side and rise up the surrounding trees, a pulley system attaches it all together high up in the leaves. The leaves that litter the ground cover the contraption, hiding the cage under the forest floor. The ropes are pulled tight off to the side, ready to be cut to release the mechanism and pull the cage closed.\n\nThere are a series of vials smashed onto the leaf-covered cage, a cocktail of liquids that, when combined, form a pungent blood-smelling aroma. The kind of smell that a spray of blood would leave lingering in the air. The smell travels in the wind, made only more serious by the atmosphere created by the near silence and lingering smell. A Danico stands quietly off to the side, hiding in a few bushes, wearing his mask and goggles, holding a knife in preparation for his target to come, waiting patiently to cut the rope and catch his prey."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "It was almost like she had been drawn to North Feyshore, having grown up there most of her life. She always felt an attachment to this particular kingdom, it could have been through the friends she gained when she lived with the late King or the history she left behind. \n\nThe stars illuminated the night sky, allowing Cecilia to see better through the thick body of the forest. She enjoyed having better vision at night compared to the humans, it's what made her feel safer when running through the maze of trees and shrubs. Eventually the scent of blood engulfed her senses causing her stomach to rumble. She hadn't eaten since that flock she had devoured whilst in Northwind, it never crossed her mind that she was hungry until now. Her path quickly changed as Cecilia ran west to the castle, near where the late King had created a secret entrance that had been sealed a while back. \n\nThe scent never seemed to grow closer as she ran, growing her distractions as she was now only focused on food. She felt the ground collapse under her paw resulting in a yelp escaping her lips. She didn't have time to register what had happened as the silver fillings began to burn at her skin, singeing her fur. Cecilia attempted to shift into her bird form to escape but was left annoyance as the silver prevented her from doing so. She knew this trap was created for a shifter due to the material and complexity of the trap, many wouldn't have used silver specifically if they hadn't intended on using it on her kind."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "With a quick flick, Danico slices through the fabric with his dagger, the tightly-wound rope *Thwips* Off into the trees as the pulley system pulls the sides and top of the cage up, lifting it off the ground slightly. \n\n\"My my!\" An ecstatic Danico bellows, muffled behind the red half-mask he wears. With goggles over his eyes and thin plumes of smoke bellowing from the sides of his mask, he approaches slowly, clapping glove-worn hands together in a slow pattern as he approaches. He certainly hadn't expected it to be this easy, especially given the aggressive nature of shifters. So he assumed, anyway.\n\n\"You know, you took quite the time to track down, missy. One as agile as you should have been a harder catch than this, I've certainly had a harder time catching less. I must apologise for the excessive measures, however. It is not my intentiom to get hurt tonight, I would be forgiven for taking such *Particular* Precautions.\" Danico removes a glove before taking out a book and quill, starting to scribble something onto one of the pages. \"Alchemical explosive powder. Doesn't have many uses outside of creating fire, but when solidified it leaves dark lines on everything it touches. Good for writing things down in a hurry, you know.\" He brags as he nods to his victim, going off onto a tangent as if he hadn't just trapped the girl. The alchemist puts the book back into the satchel he pulled it from, before taking a second to examine the girl on the cage, standing close enough to examine and take note of her details wothout danger of her reaching through to strike at him, tilting his head at the audible sizzle as her fur singes. He pushes the goggles up onto his forehead and pulls the mask down below his chin, releasing a puff of incense smoke into the air- smelling of Tenebras and Ghoran flowers, the kind of thing fancy people crush up and stuff into the end of a pipe."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her body dug further into the cage that had been lined with silver fillings once it was released slightly above ground. The more she moved, the more her body burnt. For the first time in years, Cecilia began to whimper. She was helpless and currently had no one to help her out of this specific situation. At least other times she had someone who would try and help her out of the messes she put herself in. In an attempt to grab someone's attention, the large wolf did her best to mentally scream for help to the closest mind besides the one in front of her but it didn't seem possible. Fucking silver. \n\nHearing a male's taunting voice, her whimper was immediately replaced with a feral snarl. Her eyes scanned her surroundings until they caught the sight of a strange looking male who was clasping his hands together in a slow form of a clap. As he drew closer, she couldn't help but to snap her teeth towards him. Her fangs attempted to tear out one of the bars but unfortunately the silver made her too weak to do so. Instead, Cecilia was forced to pull her head back immediately before she could do any real damage to her teeth. This meant that she had to subject to his pointless rambling. She hated when people rambled. She never listened to it, she was too focus on finding some form of escape while also dealing with the pain she was currently in. No matter how many times she had run in with silver weapons, she never grew a tolerance to it unless she had adrenaline pumping through her. Even then, the pain was barely bearable. \n\n*You humans talk too much.* She snapped angrily towards him, wishing he had gotten closer to the cage. *Are you so unsatisfied with your life that you've fallen to capturing some shifter? You might have a lot more fun if you went to a whore house like any other human male.* She commented, not having listened when he mentioned him specifically wanting to capture her."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico let out a chuckle at the shifters assumption of him being a simple human male, an assumption that couldn't be further from the truth. Brothels barely excited him, nor did the idea of *Sins of the flesh*, he is a man of study, after all. Who needs relations and personal contact? All it leads to is misery anyway. No, *Learning* About all the world's strange and exciting things was what he was after. Even if it meant.. *Dirtying the place a little*. \n\n\"Do not mistake me for some backwater filth, shifter.\" He calls clearly to the girl, correcting her assumption purely as a way to make sure all the facts were known. \"It is not unsatisfaction that has me here tonight. But, that's not important right now. I have business that requires your co-operation-\" He takes a moment to step closer to the cage, still not close enough to be struck, but close enough to give her a menacing glare- \"*Willing or not.*\" He continues, turning back with a chuckle before letting out a loud *\"Ya!\"* To a pair of horses off beyond the bushes that trots over- a large, flat wooden carriage is drawn behind them. He maneuvers the horse so the carriage is situated only centimeters below the cage, before walking off to cut the rope and drop the cage. \"But don't worry yourself, girl.\" He continues as he walks back over- \"I won't kill you this night if you simply cooperate. It was my initial intention to bring you in unharmed, but I simply couldn't take the risk. Surely the commiter of the recent murders should know too well.\" He gives the shifter an almost cocky smile- though petty things aren't usually such an interest to him, he couldn't help but at least enjoy the feeling of capturing a beast. It was satisfying."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "An icy chill ran down Cecilia's spine after the man spoke, her growl caught in her throat which resulted in her becoming silent. She believed him, the hatred and disgust in his voice for the human race was something she understood well. The way he eyed her caused her stomach to tighten like he had given her a wave of anxiety. There was no emotion besides glee for his handiwork and she could only assume the worst about what he meant. \n\n*What are you?* She questioned, hoping he would answer her so she could at least try and learn something about him. Maybe she would find something she could use to her advantage. He already seemed to know a little about her but most of it would have been common knowledge, still, she didn't enjoy being a step behind. \n\nThe burning sensation on her entire side gradually increased as the Silver fillings were now searing into her skin, after getting through her thick coat. She was going to murder this man the moment she had the chance to and she was going to make it slow. She had been doing her best to keep her body from being scarred up and now, the wound on her side was going to form an ugly scar. Perhaps only a bald patch in her wolf form if she wasn't lucky enough. With as much strength she could muster, the shifter raised herself to her feet so they were now burning instead and began to walk around the cage. Every step she took sent a searing sensation through her limbs but forced herself to push through it, doing her best to block out the pain so it would be somewhat tolerable."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"But a simple alchemist, my dear.\" He retorts, followed by a singular chuckle as he pulls a black sheet off of the back of a horse. \"Of course, I wouldn't tell you the whole truth, that would be rather daft of me. But I, too, am no animal.\" The alchemist unfolds the sheet, stepping up onto the front of the carriage, where the seat and reins are situated, giving him leverage to toss the sheet over the cage. \n\nDoing just that, he tosses the black cloth awkwardly over the top as he notes the shifters now standing position, taking a moment to fix the piece by the corner before stepping up to carriage, taking a seat and the reins to whip at the horses, another loud \"Ya\" Erks the horses to begin moving. \n\n\"Mind telling me your name?\" He calls back to the cage as they move onto a dirt path. \"I assume you have one?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Really? He had to put a sheet over the cage? Now she had no idea where he planned on taking her, she could only hope he planned on staying in North Feyshore. The shorter the distance, the quicker she hoped to be out of this damned cage. Her feet continued to burn, the thick skin under her paws would most likely be bloodied and raw by now. \n\nHer feet slid from underneath her as the sudden movement of the cage threw her off balance. The sound of her hitting the bottom of the cage with her large body could easily be heard as he asked for her name. Did he really think she would give it to him so freely? *Why don't you share your name first?* She asked, attempting to stand again but was immediately knocked back to the floor of the cage. *I want to know the name of the person I plan on turning into dog meat.*"
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico let out a loud chuckle, amused by the shifters attitude, especially given the situation. It's not like she could get him anyway. \"Empty insults won't get you anywhere.\" He retorts as the shifter falls around behind him. \"But I'm sure you'll come to know in due time, girl. Not that names matter anyway, this is only for research, after all. Once I'm finished with what I need from you, you'll be free to go and you'll never see me again.\" \nThe feelings of others clearly were no bother to him, made only more obvious by the fact that this shifter behind him is sitting in the shifter equivalent of a fire pit. Though it could be mistaken as a simple oversight to most, this was most certainly intentional to Danico. *Prolonged exposure to silver* Was one of his research points, after all. Along with a myriad of other experiments he had planned in the name of research!"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Empty? She was sure to make sure she followed through with her threat the moment she had the chance. Cecilia's stomach dropped when the man who captured her mentioned experimenting. She personally has never been experimented on, sure she had been tortured before but that was nothing compared to a person picking at her like some lab rat. That was Jackie's job for all she cared. *You better hope that I never see you because I'm going to make sure your death is a slow and painful process.* \n\nHer head began to ache as the silver she had been laying on was starting to get to her. It was both the pain combined with the silver fillings that clamped onto her blood matted fur. It felt like she was being bathed in boiling water, she could only hope the destination was close. The next time she attempted to speak to him through the mental link she had set up between them, her voice was a mere whisper. The silver was making her weak physically and mentally, almost like a drug. *Where are you taking me.*"
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"As slow and painful as I could make yours?\" Danico retorts with a cynical tick in his voice. He had merely meant it as a threat to calm the girl, he truly had no intention of killing her, but if she become a problem then the idea wouldn't be completely out of mind. \n\nDanico decided to stay silent for a moment once she asked where they were going. Answering that question could prove troublesome in the future should she figure it out, instead he decides to beat around the bush a little, so to speak- \n\"How's your head?\" He asks, intentionally ignoring her question as he pulls the reigns off to the right as they go round an intersection. \"Do not worry, though. We near our destination.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She glared at the sheet that covered the cage, her eyes narrowing towards the source of his voice. Perhaps she should have shut up but she couldn't help it, she was a mouthy shifter and would stop at nothing to annoy the person who had captured her. She didn't even notice that he had changed the topic as she replied with a sarcastic voice that was barely a mere whisper. *My head is great! It's not like I've been kidnaped by some insane dick.* \n\nA migraine was forming in her head, she could feel it. She only wished that the trip was near an end and he would take her out of this cage. She was already weak to the point that she could barely lift her own head. The amount of energy it took her to speak to this man directly didn't help."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"As expected, then.\" He adds to her snap, not only anticipating her weakness, but also relying on it. Getting a crazed shifter out of a cage alone wouldn't be easy, so having her lay in a weakened state would certainly help. Of course, he had back up measures should she try and attack once he opened the cage, such as an experimental gas he had been working on, but he truly didn't wish to resort to such measures. Perhaps he should have tested the gas first, sure, but opportunities like this don't come around often. He had to take it when he could. Who knows what side effects it could have, he had a few ideas but nothing set in stone. \n\nThe horse drawn carriage pulls up to a spot in the road where there's a couple of guards apprehending a hooded man, pinning him down on the ground with his hand behind his back. There was some blood, torn clothing and weapons dropped. The scuffle had clearly been through the worst of it, but one of the guards turns his attention to Danico and his carriage. \"Halt!\" He says as he eyes off the alchemist approaching, \"We're looking for someone who looked similar to this person.\" The guard points to the man pinned on the ground, still struggling against his captor, clearly a futile attempt.\n\n\"I've not seen anyone along this road so far.\" Danico says hurriedly, annoyance rings in his voice as he glares at the guard though his goggles. \"Now am I free to go? I've not got much time.\"\nThe guard eyes the cloth-covered cage on the back of the carriage, giving Danico a suspicious look from behind the feint glow of his lantern. \"What's in there?\" The guard questions, taking a step further. \n*What an annoyance..* The alchemist keeps his composure, however, opting to try and bend the truth a little. \"A beast with a bounty. A feral canine with blood to its name. I've caught it and I'm taking it in.\"\n\"But the city is that way?\" The guard presses, glaring at Danico further after pointing back the direction they had come.\n\"I've to fetch something from my home first. Now please, can I go?\" The alchemist snaps, clearly getting annoyed at the guards useless questioning. \nThe guard moves over the back of the carriage, examining the cloth with his eyes, to begin with. \"So you won't mind if I take a look, then?\"\n\"I cannot suggest you-\" Danico barely gets a word in before the guard pulls the cloth up, revealing the trapped shifter inside-"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "All of Cecilia's senses had been dulled. Her sense of smell, her hearing and even her sight was starting blur so she hadn't noticed the voices outside her cage. She couldn't feel the link she had created between her and her capture's mind, which indicated that she was no longer able to communicate. She could only hope that they were near their destination, she didn't know how much longer she could take being in the cage. This was a new feeling to her, she had never had silver touching her as long as it did now and it almost scared her. She didn't know if she would be able to survive this if kept in the cage any longer. Usually she was fine when entrapped in silver barred cages but he had purposely spread silver shavings along the floor so it would touch her no matter where she moved. She was constantly touching it.\n\nOnce the she felt the cage being pulled to a halt, she had hoped they arrived. She did her best to make out what was going on but all she could hear were mumbled voices. Cecilia couldn't even tell if they were male or female. Suddenly light invaded her vision causing her eyes to blink rapidly in hopes to adjust. Everything turned white from the sun suddenly filling the cage, creating a black coloured blur. A small whimper left her muzzle, it was the only thing she was able to do with little energy she had left. In her mind though, it had been a scream for help. She hated this, this weak feeling only angered her more but she couldn't do anything about it."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "The guard winced as the smell of singed fur escaped the until now covered cage, like opening the floodgates, the smell was intense enough to cause the guard to barely even take a look at the beast inside before stepping back from the cage. \"What did you do to it?\" The guard questioned, blocking his nose and sounding like he was talking through a trumpet. With a silent sigh of relief, Danico continued on, a little more cooperative now which, in hindsight, may have been a tell that he was hiding something after all, but the guard didn't notice anyway. \"I had to do what I had to do to catch it.\" He answered with a less annoyed, now stern look in his eyes. \"Fine, you're free to go.\" The guard waves his hand in front of his face as he walks off as if it would get rid of the smell, moving towards the troublemaker still pinned to the ground. \"Have a good day, gentlemen.\" Danico finished, followed by one more *\"Ya!\"* As the reins whip, leading the horse off on their course once more.\n\nGiven that the shifter could no longer speak, the rest of the ride was relatively quiet. The horses followed the path to a T for another kilometer or so, following the rather tight trail through the forest- particularly for horse and carriage. Either way, they arrived to a part in the road that split off into darker dirt- a path much less traveled with a line in the trees cut out. They followed this makeshift path for a time until coming to the side of a cliff. Running along the cliff face was a series of vines that ran all the way from the top to the forest ground they currently stood on. These vines were very thick and matted, looking more like thick green roots over vines. Danico stepped off of the carriage and pulled small bellows from his pouch. Aiming it at the vines, he sprayed a thick cloud of this dark red gas onto the thick surface. As Danico turned back to step onto the carriage, the vines began to shrink, retreating up the cliff face to reveal a secret passage built into the side of the cliff. Inside was a long tunnel dug out of the stone with torches pre-lit torches along the sides to stave off the cold dark. Not long after entering, the vines began to creep down once more, slowly covering the entrance again. The Tunnel led into a large opening with torches adorning all around the walls, with a couple of off-shoot rooms; one with a large circle built onto the floor and the other a small living area with a bed, study desk and storage chest.\n\nThe horses moved off to the side, standing idle as Danico moved around to feed them a carrot each from his pouch. In the main hall was a few makeshift contraptions, one designs to hold and spread a humanoid figures limbs, looking like a large wooden *X*, another was a surface that looked like a bed, with hay packed onto the surface with a thick piece of cloth covering it, with prisoners shackles built into the sides, presumably to pin the victim down and another table with an assortment of tools on it, with a vial of milky-white liquid in it. \n\nDanico tears the cloth off of the cage, revealing the dim room to the beast, followed by cutting a rope on the corner of the cage, hidden from the inside of the cage by the corner created by the thick metal bars coming together, after grabbing a small bellows from the table off to the side.. As he does, the cage falls limp like the sides of a crate coming loose. He puffs the bellows into the face of the limp and lifeless shifter, a yellow-ish cloud puffs out. \"A Horigalat Spiders venom, dehydrated and mixed with Torset tree leaves created a very potent sleep powder. In about an hour or two you'll wake fine as day.\" He exclaims, muffled from behind his mask."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia wasn't able to process that she had been moved and the cage doors were now released. Too dazed by the pain her body was currently in. If it hadn't been for the burning sensation, the large wolf was sure she would have passed out. Instead, she could barely move a muscle. If it wasn't for the fact that she could feel the smoke enter her nostrils and travel down her throat, Cecilia wouldn't have noticed how close he was to her face. She didn't hear him when he explained to her what the smoke was as she weakly snapped her teeth. It was a hopeless attempt but it didn't stop her from trying to tear into his flesh. Feeling sleep beginning to overtake her, Cecilia began to panic at the thought that she might not wake up. She managed to get a whine to pass her muzzle before her eyes rolled into the back of her head, passing out."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Hearing the shackles making noise in the room back, Danico finished what he was writing and stood from his chair, pushing the goggles up from his eyes, his mask still seeping plumes of smoke. \"Good. You're awake.\" He began, taking a pair of gloves from the table to wear during the coming experiments. He approaches with his notebook in hand, along with the alchemical powder quill he used earlier. \"How's your head?\" He continues as he makes his way over to the table with the tools sat on top, picking up a simple pair of forceps and small wooden bowl, using the forceps to take the now solidified past blobs. The paste gently grabs the skin and fur of the shifter as he peels it off, placing each one into the bowl. \"Didn't seem to do much, did it?\" He mutters from behind the mask, examining the scars left from the silver. \"Also seems to stunt the advanced healing process characteristic of shifters. Expected but interesting.\" He places the bowl and forceps down on the table and takes out his notebook to write down his findings."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "A low snarl vibrated through her chest as she watched the strange man enter. This was the first time she could get a proper look at who had captured her, the mask and goggles on his face frightened her but she wouldn't let that show. As he neared the large wolf, she lunged herself towards him like a starved animal but didn't manage to get far due to the restraints. Her canines snapped ferociously in his direction as he peeled the paste off her body, wishing he had come a few inches closer. She wanted to put him in immense pain for the cage he put her in and the way he imprisoned her. \n\nAs he walked away, she used that time to properly observe the room. She took note of all the tools and the notebook he held in his hand and realised his intentions. Well she had a plan of her own, she was going to make this as difficult as possible for him. She wasn't going to speak to him or even shift into her other forms."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico reeled a moment at the shifters snapping, caught somewhat off guard, though not enough to hinder his progress to any significant effect. \"Feisty. I like it\" He continues as he peels the blobs off with a small chuckle under his mask. \"I see why people talk about you the way they do.\" The mask and goggles hide enough of his face to hide whatever emotion he gives off, though he let himself a small smile, it was impossible to tell. After the alchemist sits all the tools down and puts the book off to the side, he takes a moment to stare at his victim, shackled to the bed before talking once more. \"Does it annoy you that people look down on you like a simple animal?\" He questions, folding his arms in front of him. This, he did not know for sure, but it was simply a mind game. Another of his sadistic tests, seeing if the psyche of a shifter is effected and reacts the same as the psyche of a human, no less. Shifters are known to be particularly bloodthirsty, after all."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her eyes squinted towards him in annoyance as he watched her. His question didn't faze her the slightest, she thought it was one that was too idiotic to answer, let alone break her silence. She no longer cared about how others viewed her, she didn't even know what to think of herself. She only did what she needed to do, to survive. Cecilia looked towards him with an encouraging stare, egging him on with the insults to show she never cared about what others said to her. All she had to do was imagine her fangs tearing into his flesh to prevent her from going crazy with anger. She had taught herself this so Toula wouldn't take over her mind and body when she was emotionally distressed."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "*\"Hmph.\"* He sighs, understanding that she simply just refuses to talk. Luckily, he had certainly prepared for just this situation- a silver rod sat on the bench beside the bed, a leftover from what was meant to be turned into part of a blade, but instead discarded by one of his blacksmith contacts. Though initially thought to have little use, it's amusing what use can be made by the most mundane of objects. Picking up the rod firmly in his hand, Danico presses the rod, hard, into the thigh of the shifter. Even as the skin starts to audibly sizzle from the reaction between the two, he holds it in place, even if the shifter would shake and squirm, he would do his best to keep it in the same spot for roughly ten seconds, staring at the eyes of the shifter the entire time. \n\"Willing to talk?\" He continues once the rod had been removed, still holding it firm in his hand."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As Cecilia noticed the rod in his hand, she immediately began to struggle against her restraint. She could feel the heat it brought her as it neared her body. This was going to test her. It was fortunate on her side that she had been through worst before her untimely death. That was until she was brought back and became more cautious about her body. The large wolf cried out in pain as her legs collapsed from underneath once the rod connected with her skin. Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain mentally silent, not allowing his tactics to get the best of her as she stared back towards him with pure hatred. When he finally removed the silver rod, her body grew limp from exhaustion. Even though he hadn't kept it on her for long, it had felt like an eternity in her mind. Her lips curled in to bare her teeth at the man, wanting him to lean closer to talk to her so she could attack him, if only she was so lucky."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Your mental fortitude is strong, I must admit.\" He continued as he put the rod down, crossing his arms once more. \"Any normal human would be begging for mercy by now. But alas, we are not done yet.\" He turns back to the table and grabs a long, serrated knife, along with picking up the vial of milky white liquid. He pours the substance over the blade- the thick liquid oozes out slowly into a big glob. Using his glove-covered fingers, he rubs the substance into the metal, causing a soft sizzle sound as the germs burn away. \"Don't worry.\" He says as he rubs the liquid in. \"It's just to clean the blade, won't have any effect on you.\" The alchemist wipes the blade of excess liquid on the sleeve of his glove before turning back to the shifter. \"You know, I hear shifter blood acts as a potentially powerful poison. I'm going to extract some now.\" \n\nWithout another word, Danico reaches under the table taking out an empty glass vial and places it on top. Placing the paste he had used on her scars earlier on the edge of the table for quick access, he continues to saw a gash into the shifters thigh, below where he had just burnt, quickly placing the glass vial underneath the cut. He hurriedly places the blade back down in order to hold the shifters leg in place as the vial quickly fills. Once satisfied, he removes the now full vial and places it back where it was, now with a cork in the top. \n\n\"Wasn't so bad, was it?\" He says mockingly, continuing to place more of the paste over the fresh gash to stop the bleeding. \"I know it didn't seem to do much before,\" He exclaims as the paste sizzles away at the open wound, feeling like a white hot poker jabbing into her side \"But you never know when the smallest change could have the biggest effect.\" Referencing the difference between placing it on a burn wound and placing it on an open cut."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She never took her eyes off him, her stare was filled with loathe and disgust. At least she made deaths quick by going straight for the kill, this man was torturing her. As she noticed the knife, she took note that it wasn't silver which gave her some form of relief. At least this wouldn't burn into her and leave a permanent scar. She had been trying so hard to keep her skin clean and now she would have a scar of a fucking hole on her thigh. The shifter also found that being sliced open by a non silver equipment was tolerable to deal with. Unfortunately it may be slightly harder to bare due to the serrated edges, it wasn't going to be a clean cut. Once he began to slice her open, Cecilia did nothing but growl as she waited for him to finish. She knew if she moved her leg and fought against it, he would only make the wound larger and deeper.\n\nOnce he was done and mocked her, Cecilia bared her fangs in distaste until she saw him bring the paste that he had taken off earlier. She was curious as to why he wanted to place it on her thigh. The wound was already beginning to quickly heal, perhaps he wanted to use it on the hole he burned into her leg. He already noted down earlier that it barely made an effect. Her question was answered as a pain that felt almost worst than the silver spread throughout her body. The large wolf had to close her eyes tightly as she waited for the pain to pass. She knew the pain was worst because of it being so close to the burn. \n\nOnce the pain began to slowly pass, she refused to open her eyes as she focused on her breathing. Her body felt like it had been filled with lead. She was exhausted from trying to bare through this torture as she attempted to find some sort of mental escape that wouldn't release Toula. Cecilia knew that she would only help this man for a chance of freedom from all this agony."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico had barely realized the wound was closing over as quick as it was, clearly not used to performing on supernatural creatures such as this. Taking almost no note of the shifters clear agony, the supernatural healing had taken him by surprise. In the very least, however, the paste should help with removing any scaring from the cut. But given the way this creature heals different to a human, any outcome would be worthy of noting. Once he had finished with the paste and the vial was put away, he leaned in close to the shifters teeth; not close enough for her to bite or attack him in any way, but close enough to examine her canine teeth, even taking the long knife he had just used to attempt to poke around her gums, trying to move the lip aside to get a better view of the teeth hidden behind. \"Tell me.\" He begins as he returns the knife. \"To what degree does your teeth change when you shift?\" He crosses his arms once more as he stands tall over the shifter, pondering on his own question, plus the other tests he still had to do while he awaits the shifters reply."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Did he really still think he was going to get an answer out of her? She obviously wasn't going to reply any time soon. The longer she remained silent, the stronger she felt her will become as he wasn't getting the answers he wanted. She continued to focus on calming herself along with mentally encouraging herself to breathe slowly. This was her chance to gain some strength back before what ever he planned on doing to her next. If she could get through all the shit she had been through including death, revival and re-shifting for the first time, she sure as hell could get through this. Finally opening her eyes, Cecilia looked up towards the man and gave him a bored facade so he wouldn't be able to read any answers from her expressions."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Well, alright then.\" He continues, understanding her stance on the matter. Just like the last time he had asked her a question, only to receive naught even a nod, he takes the rod and presses it against her flesh once more. This time not only higher on the body- closer to the hip, but the initial press was more of a hard smack then just simply sitting it against her. Holding the rod there for a little longer this time, closer to 15 seconds as the flesh sizzles and the fur burns away. \"You know, I have to commend your courage.\" He says in the middle of burning her with the rod, an almost sick notion- talking to the victim when she couldn't possible reply. \"Not often many would survive the equivalent of being burned by a branding iron made of curse steel for so long-\" He takes the rod off half way through his sentence, continuing on with what he was saying. \"But you, you've got a resolve stronger than any human I've ever met.\" He moves the rod over to the neck of the shifter, hovering it above the soft, sensitive tissue. \"Tell me, shifter. Is that common among your species?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The shackles dug into her skin as she fought against her restraints which lead them to cut and bleed. The smell of burning fur and flesh filled the room and it surprised her that he was able to stand it. She hadn't realised it was his mask that helped him. The pain felt like it was never going to end. She hadn't taken any notice to the fact that he was speaking as he tortured her until he released the rod from her body. Cecilia instantly went limp when he continued to speak, forced to listen to him as she recovered. She felt so weak but she still refused to make any comment towards him, let alone answer his questions. The moment he placed the rod above her neck, Cecilia had no strength as she was forced to the back of her mind. \nThe large shifter's body suddenly tensed and her eyes opened, revealing her dilated pupils to the Alchemist. *Stop* A voice filled his mind as the shifter stared straight towards him, making no effort to move in fear the rod would touch her neck. The voice was similar to Cecilia's only the tone of it was deeper and huskier like it would when someone was sick and the fear in her voice was obvious. *A shifter's pain tolerance is higher than a human's. Our bones snap and rearrange themselves in our bodies when we shift for fuck sake. But when it comes to silver, let's just say Cecilia is used to this type of shit.*"
},
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "As the shifter reacts to the rod coming dangerously close to her neck, he begins to ease off a little, a little surprised by her sudden co-operation, but also extremely pleased. Surprised once again by the shifters mind communication, he had to take a second to tune in to what she was saying. Listening to someone physically talk was a lot different to hearing someone send thoughts directly to your brain. Never the less, he composed himself and listened to what the shifter had to say, standing up straight once again. \"Very good.\" He exclaims once she had finished, taking the note book and writing down what she had said. \"I do hope you will continue to co-operate.\" He continues as he puts the book back down again. \"Both for my sake, and your own. I don't care for pointless torture, but I also need results. Make this easy for me and I won't have to torture you any further.\"\n\nDanico takes his book and heads over to the other room- the one with the raised stone circle on the ground. A circle commonly used in dark rituals, somewhat easy to see from the main hall. Danico goes into the room and around the corner to a cupboard out of sight, pulling out a large jar filled with gross-looking green water, little black leaches swimming around. \"Know what these are?\" He questions, placing the jar down on the table with the instruments. \"Lotus Leeches. Can survive years with only a single drink of almost any blood. It's theorized that they could even survive off the blood of a shifter.\" The alchemist takes a small knife and pulls up on the belly fur of the shifter, shaving a small patch off. He pulls the lid off of the jar as he finished, using a longer pair of forceps to fish one out and place onto the freshly-shaven patch of skin on the shifter. With a sharp bite, the Lotus Leech attaches itself almost instantly. The tail of the worm flicks up perpendicular to the skin of the shifter, the tip wiggles around until, after a couple seconds, splits into four little tails that fan out to look like a black flower."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The shifter was visibly relieved as he mentioned he wouldn't torture her any further if she co-operated. She sat herself up the best she could with these restraints before looking down towards the wound by her hip. The flesh was beginning to harden up as her skin slowly stitched itself back together. Unfortunately the healing process for a silver inflicted wound was slow. She still healed a lot faster than a human but it would leave a permanent scar. This was sure to piss Cecilia off so Toula decided it was best to endure what she could. She only planned on giving Cecilia control of her body again if he decided to return to his torturing tactics. \nWhen her capturer spoke up, the large wolf noticed the jar as he placed it on a table. *Never heard of them.* She replied simply. As he continued, she highly doubted they would survive shifter blood. She was yet to find anything capable of doing so. \nAs he shaved a patch of her fur, Toula did nothing but stand and watch curiously. She too was intrigued by this. When the leech latched on to her, she barely flinched as the bite had been dulled by the pain of her wound healing. The wolf was impatient as she watched the leech feed off her. It wasn't until a couple minutes passed that she began to doubt her earlier belief that they wouldn't be able to survive. That was until the small thing suddenly burst once it grew twice it's size and it's remains splattered all over her fur and whatever was in a close proximity of it. *That theory turned out to be bullshit.*"
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "*\"Mmmmhm\"* He mutters in agreement as the leech explodes into chunks of gore and blood, taking the notebook and writing down his findings on the matter, along with placing the lid back on the gross jar. \"Tell me, shifter,\" He continues, holding the book open, standing a little more casually. \"It is apparent to me that you're battling with.. An *Issue*. Internally.\" He flicks through his notebook while talking, searching for a specific page for something he'd written prior. \"So, tell me your name.\" He demands after finding the page he'd been looking for, taking a more stern stance. \"But I don't mean.. Your name. I wan't *Your* Name\" Referencing his suspicion of a possible split personality, he jots something extra down onto the page. It's not often he gets to examine a supernatural creature such as this one, but he's also familiar with the psyche of mortal beings, particularly those who are in a mind of mental turmoil. A lifetime of observation and study leads one to pick up on such things, after all."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her hair began to grow back slowly once the leech had been murdered by her blood. In a couple hours, it would look like her fur hadn't been touched. As he mentioned an issue she may be dealing with, her interests were suddenly raised and when he questioned her name, emphasising that he wanted hers specifically, the large wolf began to mentally chuckle. She should have known he was a smart man by the experiments he had been doing on her, but was genuinely surprised he noticed she had taken over without her having to spell it out for him. *My name is Toula.* \nShe watch as he jotted down notes, wondering what he had in mind. *I'm the one who told you to stop torturing us.* She continued, hoping he was satisfied with her answer. Not because she wanted to help him, but because Toula didn't want him to continue with his torture methods. *I don't even know why she isn't trying to help, you've mentioned yourself that you would free us when you're finished. She's a stubborn bitch. I only managed to take over when you drained all the energy she had with your little experiments.*"
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"As I thought.\" He answers, a quiet sigh of relief escapes him as his curiosity came to be true, finishing writing in his notebook as he speaks before flipping forward to another page. \"So, Toula huh?\" He writes her name down in the book before continuing- \"But I'm curious. What is *Her* Name?\" Giving a stern glare at the shifter laying on the table in front of him, he takes a more curious stance. \"Seems to me her mind is relatively.. One track. Would you say that's accurate, Toula? She is most certainly stubborn, ineffective at rational thought, possibly?\" The alchemist presses the shifter with questions about her duality, writing down any further answers she gives him. \n\n\"You know, Toula.\" He puts the book down on the table and raises his goggles, still keeping the mask on. \"I think I can help you with your.. Problem.\" Danico takes an empty glass jar from under the table and set it on top, as well as a few small instruments for mixing and crushing. \"I've a potion I've been meaning to test. You might be just the subject to test it on. Unfortunately, it requires a willing participant..\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As he questioned about Cecilia, the large wolf couldn't help but to roll her eyes. In Toula's mind, she saw Cecilia as emotionally weak. Sure she had the mentality to withstand some forms of torture but she had never been in control of her emotions. This was how Toula managed to take over on multiple occasions. *Her name is Cecilia and your assumptions are correct. She also can't keep her emotions straight, you could say she was bipolar.* She answered while trying to lean her head as far as the restraints allowed her, so she would be able to get an idea of what he was writing down. \nWhen he spoke about a problem she may have, Toula tilted her head out of interest. She could only assume he meant Cecilia as the problem. *If you're saying you have an idea on how to make me in full control of this body then I'm more than happy to be a willing participant.*"
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"You're a perceptive one.\" He replies almosy gleefully, taking the instruments into his hands as he prepares to wander off. \"Just know that it won't be as simple as having you take over. You'll need to come back once every three weeks for the effect to continue, and should you be knocked unconscious the effect will wear off before you wake. You can voluntarily sleep, but you must choose to. Understand? I'll go over the other side effects momentarily.\" As he finished his sentence, he takes the instruments he had grabbed and walks over to the room with the circle and disappears around the corner, working on the potion he had created. \n\nThe alchemist walks over to the circle, in sight of the shifter, and places what looks like a human brain in the middle of it. After chanting some words and throwing some powders onto the circle, bright purple flames burst out from the lines carved into the circular stonework. The flames follow the lines perfectly, except for a small area around the brain in the middle, almost as if there's a wind expelling from the brain that's keeping the fire away. After a few seconds, the flames get increasingly bright until the apex, at which the flames combust up into the stonework ceiling, leaving the brain in a blackish-purple pile of ashes. Using one of the jars, he takes the ashes and scoops it up before returning to the table out of sight.\n\nAfter minutes later, he finally comes back with a potion- the potion, freshly boiling, is a dark-purple, tar looking broth that's still steaming. It reaks of decayed flesh and necrosis- a pungent smell sure to make most vomit. Luckily, Danico had his mask. \n\n\"Drink all of this and it should work.\" He says as he poors the contents of the jar into a glass that's easier to drink from. \"Now, as for the side effects. If my studies are correct, you will feel a sense of hazyness in your mind, it will feel as if all of your thoughts are being thought for you and you may even feel compelled to do what your mind tells you. Don't worry, this is natural and should pass after a day or so, maybe less. Simply a result of your minds sudden clarity. Additionally, you may feel the need to vomit. If this happens, you'll need to fight it and keep it down. Though, for a shifter that shouldn't be an issue. Any questions?\" He states as he pushes the glass towards the shifter with the keys in his hand, pulled from his satchel, ready to unlock one of her shackles."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Toula couldn't wrap her head around the thought that she was about to have full control of Cecilia's body. The large wolf made sure to remember the instructions he laid out for her. Repeating them in her head if she had to. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to remember. The only issue was falling asleep on her own free will, as it meant she would need to be cautious when she planned on starting fights. At least this way, Toula could hunt down all those Cecilia was still attached to emotionally without her getting in the way. If Cecilia hadn't woken up when she murdered Heath, Toula could have made sure to rid of his body by devouring him but instead, someone gave him another chance at life. \n\nAs he walked back into her line of sight, Toula watched with interest as he placed a brain in the middle of a circle. It was interesting watching his work take place, something she hadn't seen before. It did seemed to take a while though as her patience began to ware thin, especially when he left her sight again. She could smell the potion before the man revealed himself again to her. When he came up with a strange looking liquid, Toula felt a sudden repulsion when she it's scent invaded her nose. Once again, she listened as he spoke, taking in everything he said seriously. It was like her life depended on it. By the smell, she didn't doubt that it would make her sick. So taking in all the courage she had, Toula reminded herself that drinking the potion would give her full control. *None that you can not answer after.* Was her impatient reply."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Alright then.\" He continues, taking the jar and lifting it to Toula's mouth, he knew that the smell would have been bad- the taste even worse- it had the taste of charcoal, fetid meat and who knows what other ungodly tastes, only made worse by the smell. Danico certainly didn't envy the shifter in this case, it took guts to drink a concoction this pungent, guts he knew that only the most desperate would dare even try it. \"Just uhh.. Try not to chew.\" He warns as he pours a small amount into the shifters mouth, the taste would leave an almost spicy burn on the tongue, though the heat of the potion was only made worse by small, rubbery chunks of *Something* Still floating in the brew. He removed the potion from the shifters mouth a moment, giving her a moment to swallow. \"Just remember-\" He continues, holding the glass steady. \"You need to drink all of it for it to work.\" \n\nAfter she was ready to drink once again, he lifted the glass to her mouth and continued on, doing this periodically until the drink was all gone.\n\n\"Alright.\" He continues, putting the glass down once more. \"Now, remember, don't vomit it back up again. I'll need you to hold it in as best as you can.\" He takes the keys used to keep her shackled and releases one of her arms. \"There, just in case.\" He says as he takes a step back form her reach, just in case she tried to attack him."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Toula didn't know what was worse, the potion she had to drink in small amounts until the jar was empty, or all the torture he had put Cecilia through earlier. Not only did her tongue burn but so did her throat as she forced herself to keep it down. \n\nOnce she was finished, Toula tightened her eyelids and told herself repeatedly why she was doing this. Encouraging herself. She could feel the bile rise in her throat before swallowing it back down. She hadn't noticed one of the shackles being removed from her paw as she had been too focused on stopping her stomach from contracting in an attempt to keep everything in it. \n\nAfter what seemed like an hour but was only a mere few minutes, the shifter began to relax with a small whine. As her mind began to fog over, she took the time to rest her body to gain some strength back, the taste on her tongue slowly fading. Once her mind began to clear, she pulled her front paws back and noticed that one of them were no longer shackled. Her head snapped towards the alchemist, curious as to why he had released on before looking back towards her paw, studying it. *Please tell me it's something different that I have to drink once every few week.* Was the only thing she could manage to get out, the taste of that horrid potion still on her mind."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Nope\" He says with his back turned to the wolf, cleaning up the table form the experiments. \"But, what would it be if not with a price to pay? Life isn't that simple, as I'm sure you're aware, Toula.\" He ponders before turning his back around once again. \"But, with due time, your body should come to adjust. Necrotic flesh certainly isn't an everyday part of a persons diet, after all.\" He then continues to flick through his notebook before writing something down, copying it from another page as he flicks back and forth between the pages as he writes. Eventually, he tears the page out and hands it over to Toula. The page reads; *3 weeks from now, the small well in the woodlands outside Terresol.* As well as a hastily made map with directions. It clearly was not to scale or complete accuracy, but the general idea and location was clear enough. \"Hold onto this.\" He continues, putting the book back in his satchel. \"Don't lose it. If you wish to follow through with this, meet me there. If you don't show up, I'll take it as a sign you don't wish to continue.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "It seemed that Toula would have to get used to the taste. Something she would force herself to do if it meant she didn't have to worry about Cecilia taking her body back. She was going to enjoy not having Cecilia's nagging voice in the back of her head. The potion not only allowed her control but it seemed to get rid of Cecilia entirely. When the paper landed beside her, she was starting to grow very annoyed about her bonds. Sure, she had one paw free but she was still pinned down. \n\nToula knew the effects of silver would have passed her system, it had been a while since he had used the rod on her. Closing her eyes, the shifter's bones began break in multiple places before rearranging themselves. Her skin began to rise where the bones repositioned into a different form. It was a long process as most of her limbs were shackled in place and it caused her more pain as usual. Eventually, Toula was laying on her stomach as a human, bare as the day she was born. Clothes didn't magically appear on her when she shifted. She was breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon, she was exhausted but it wouldn't be long until she fully recovered. Her free hand reached towards the one that had been shackled and wrapped her fingers around the chain. With a deep breath and one strong pull, the links tore apart so both her hands were now free. \"I won't lose it.\" Was her simple reply while sitting herself up. Now she just had to tear off the shackles from her ankles. \"You should write down in that little book of yours that when we are in human form, we have opposable thumbs so put silver on the shackles next time. Silver not only hurts us but it also prevents us from shifting and using our strength.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico was taken off guard by the shifters sudden transformation, watching the process in pure curiosity as the creatures bones break and shift to fit the new form. Every audible crack was astounding to him, definitely something he intended to write down. Though the now-womans naked form was barely any interest to him- he wanted to know if she would change back with clothes on- an answer he assumed would be false, but still a sight he wanted to see himself. No, he was more interested, and by extension annoyed, by the shifter breaking the chains on the side of the bed.\n\n\"You know, I could have removed those for you, right?\" He exclaims with an annoyed sigh as she picks up the note, picking up the silver rod himself as a precautionary measure. \"I guess that gives me just another reason to head to the city. But no matter. Gives me a reason to replace them with silver lined shackles instead.\" He gives the shifter a stern glare in reference to her breaking his current ones. \"However, given our.. Current relationship, I cannot simply allow you to walk within my lab unrestricted. Though putting you to sleep is also not an option. So how about we strike a deal, hm?\" He takes out the key to she shackles and waves around the rod as he speaks from behind the mask. \"I'll let you go, peacefully, and in return for allowing me research, along with continued study of this potions effects, I shall not charge you a single coin. Hm?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She couldn't help the smirk that crawled it's way onto her lips when he seemed visibly annoyed at her. She found it amusing for some reason, especially when he glared towards her when mentioning buying new shackles. Her amusement faded instantly when he reached for the Silver rod, it was instinctual for her to become defensive when someone waved a weapon around her. \n\n\"I think that's a fair trade.\" She replied simply. She wasn't going to attack him once she was released, that would have been idiotic. Toula needed this man and she planned on seeing him every three weeks without delay. \"If I don't return, there is a likely chance that Cecilia regained control. There isn't a reason I wouldn't come to you otherwise.\" She promised. Like Cecilia, Toula was untrustworthy but she meant what she said. \"Now can you please release my ankles? They're very tight and you've made it clear you don't want me destroying them.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Good.\" He replies as he goes to remove the shackles, holding the rod like a backwards dagger as he uses his fingers to insert and turn the key in each of the locks, releasing them from the girls ankles. \"I'm glad we could come to this conclusion.\" He continues as he takes a step towards the horses and the carriage off to the side. \"If it's what you wish then I appologise.\" He says as he pulls out the bellows used when they entered, walking towards that very tunnel. \"Though it bothers me not either way.\" Danico exclaims as he begins down the tunnel, the torches losing some of the light they had previously. He walks all the way down to the end, keeping his relatively quiet posture, the rod still in hand until they reach the end- at least a hundred meters deep. As they reach the end, their exit is blocked by the wall of vines, though before using the bellows to retreat the vines, he snaps back around to the shifter, pointing the rod directly at her eyes, giving her a solid, stern glare. \"You don't know this place exists, understand?\" He declared, slowly retreating the rod once more before spraying the bellows at the vines. Once more, they retreat up into the cliff. \"You cannot return here, okay?\" He wasn't happy that he would have to let someone who knows his location walk free, but he also trusted that this shifter was desperate enough to keep it a secret. It was the shifters other half- Cecilia- that he was more concerned a out. If she broke out or the potion proved unsuccessful, she could possibly reveal the location of his little lab. \"I will find you in three weeks time. Remember, don't be late.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "When her ankles were released, Toula let out a breath of relief and brought her knees to her chest so she could massage her ankles. The shifter then stood up as the strange man began to walk away before shortly following him. She was silent as they walked along the tunnel, still trying to get over the fact that Cecilia was nowhere to be heard in her mind. She couldn't even feel her, like she didn't exist. \n\n\"Yeah, no shit.\" Toula replied as she studied the map he had given her. She knew every part of Marin, so remembering the location he wanted her to go in three weeks time was simple. Soon after, the shifter walked up towards the Alchemist and handed him the map. \"I know where to meet you. I'll fly from here.\" It would be easier for her to leave in bird form. She didn't exactly know where she was and flying high above ground gave her all the information she needed."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "\"Very good, then.\" He concludes, moving out of the way of the shifter so she could pass by, out into the forrest from the cliff. \"And just know, Toula, that if anyone comes by looking for this place..\" He stands firm inside the cave, the vines slowly starting to recede back over the tunnel. \"I'll be coming for you.\" He wouldn't usually resort to such threats, but he also knew what would happen if anyone of authority found the lab. It wasn't a risk he could lightly take, so this was simply another precaution.\n\nWith that, the vines grow down low enough to hide the alchemists face, creating a barrier between the two that only continues to grow, covering his body and then his legs, until the vines returned to the length they were- blending in seamlessly with the other vines that cover the cliff for hundreds of meters either direction. If you didn't know this was here, you certainly wouldn't have the faintest clue it would be."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "As Joss wormed his way through a window, he had to reflect — there was one good thing about nobles. Nobles went on vacations from one home to another sometimes — particularly when the weather became particularly frigid and miserable — and this left one property vacant and ripe for robbery. In the case of this minor Lord, the man was known for being one never to cross — he'd been known to have his servants arrested for any perceived slight, and for particular violence towards lower classes who made a slip of etiquette and offended him. This did not leave the boy in much confidence to his prospects if he were somehow caught — he'd gone to efforts to cover his tracks through the snow most of the way here. The idea, of course, was to not get caught.\n\nAdmittedly, the place had been tricky to get into — but he had been able to budge one of the locks on a window, and as he clambered in, closed it behind him again. The boy moved slowly through the empty manor; he knew better than to ransack each and every valuable he saw. He'd never fit it all in his pack, for one — but it was best to take things he could fence easily.\n\nOr things he really, really didn't want the Lord of the manor to have anymore. \n\nAs the boy crept through the parlour, low to the ground lest someone somehow see his silhouette in a window, he didn't spot any such thing, though he did spot some exceedingly expensive clocks, furniture, baubles, statuettes... But as he passed into a side room, he spotted a set of silver candlesticks, and moved to put them into his satchel."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "There was barely a sound as the thief dropped silently into the back of the estate, staying crouched for a long moment to make absolutely sure there was no one around, before getting up and darting for the back wall, and somehow managing to spider climb up it, till she was level with the 2nd floor.\n\nEmiko had been keeping an eye on this particular noble for a while, and after coming to the conclusion that simply pickpocketing the guy wasn't going to be enough, considering all the shit he did, she had decided to have a bit more fun with him, that started with learning where he lived.\n\nOf course, almost immediately after learning this, and studying the house so that she could plan, the thief had gotten kicked out of the inn she had been staying at, for being 'drunk and disorderly', because, while completely sober, she had beat down a trio of men after their leader had tried to get grabby with her. So she had needed a few days to find a new place to stay.\n\nBut finally, she was back here, and slightly disappointed that there was no one home, empty houses being a little bit less fun to sneak around in. But still, she jostled the window gently, frowning slightly as it stayed shut, and spidering her way to the next window, while making sure the light behind her was twisted in such a way that all any outside observer would see, was the wall, and not the female.\n\nIt took checking a few windows before Emiko found one that wasn't locked, quietly slipping into what looked to be a guest bedroom, shutting the window behind her, and stretching out her fingers gratefully, glad that her hunch was still right, and the 2nd floor windows were far less frequently checked than those that were lower.\n\nAfter giving herself that moment, the thief slipped out of the room, and took a glance around the hall, before proceeding to quickly check behind every door. She wasn't after expensive looking trinkets, since they were both difficult to sell, and liable to get people in trouble.\n\nNo, she was looking for something better"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss frowned. Looking up — he was certain, for a moment, that he'd heard a faint noise. Jaw tense, he took the runner from the table he'd found the candlesticks upon, to wrap them in so they did not make noise hitting eachother in his satchel. He stayed very still for a while — before a second noise punctuated the silence.\n\nThe growling of his own belly.\n\nHe sighed, and would begin to move again, now convinced that the first slight sound he'd heard had probably been himself as well. And the scrawny boy began to move again through the manor, hoping against hope to find coin. There was little chance he felt he'd find food in this empty place — and even if he did, stealing only food from a man such as this seemed to be... Underkill. He began to mount the staircase."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Each door the thief had checked hadn't been open for more than a moment, it being long enough for her to determine that she wasn't going to find much in the room, before the door was closed, and she was moving on.\n\nHowever, one door near the stairs was open a moment longer, Emiko slipping in and shutting the door behind her. She had found a study, it being one of the few places people were inclined to leave money. That, bedrooms, and sometimes even rooms just for miscellaneous.\n\nShe immediately narrows in on one corner of the room, starting a methodical search for anywhere that coin might be stored."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "A gasp of shock escaped Joss, a moment before he covered his own mouth with his hand in horror — he had *Seen* Someone open a door, slip in and shut it again behind him. He wasn't alone here! The figure he'd seen hadn't *Looked* Like a servant of the house, but he couldn't be completely certain. Perhaps a groundskeeper — yet, why were they being so quiet? And he'd been certain he was alone on the ground floor, too! — now an interesting set of possibilities came to him, and the unwashed boy crept up, eyes wide, to the door that had been closed, trying to open it just enough to peer in and to see what was happening within."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Being completely sure the house was empty, Emiko wasn't paying too much attention to other sounds, especially after finding a small locked chest at the back of one of the bookshelves in the study.\n\nShe pulled the chest from its hiding place, and placed it on a nearby desk, studying the lock for a moment, then pulling a small piece of folded leather from one of the pouches on her belt, opening it up to pull a pair of lockpicks out of it, so she could start working on unlocking the chest."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "The boy stared. It took him some moments to be sure of what he was seeing — but the lockpicks had him certain. He hadn't been the only thief with the idea of going through this place.\n\nIt made sense; if he'd gotten wind of the Lord of the manor's vacation, surely others had. But this left the question of just what to *Do* About it. He had not got along with other vagrants so far, after all — fights after spots or scraps of food were common, and not every criminal was of the same mind. She might well consider this *Her* Heist just as he considered it his, and the idea of having to flee without anything did not appeal to him. He had the candlesticks, though... And it had been weeks since he'd really talked to anyone, save to be told to move along, get out, and the like.\n\nIn the end he spoke, quietly, in a voice raspy with disuse and uncultured. \"... Room fer one more?\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "A knife was suddenly in Emiko's hand as soon as the voice was heard, and the only reason it hadn't been thrown is because she had seen the source of the voice before sending the blade towards it, the lockpicks still hanging from the keyhole in the chest.\n\n\"Ain't yer a little young t' be wanderin around a stranger's house, kid\" She asks, in an accent that might be considered Australian, if such a place existed. And despite the fact that she hadn't actually thrown the knife, it was still being held in a way that suggested it could be thrown in an instant"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "The boy flinched, and at once ducked behind the door, at the sight of the knife that she seemed ready to throw. He was scrawny, pale, dirty — well, he looked like a street rat that had been placed rather inexplicably into a fine and utterly abandoned household. \"I mean — that ain't really th'point, point is I am an' so are you, an' I don' think neither of us is hopin' t'leave empty-handed, innit?\" Trying to reason with her, voice a little shaky, as he pulled out his own knife, preparing for the likelihood that this woman might attack him in defense of what she was unlocking."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko frowned slightly, her unusually bright amber eyes staring at Joss through the darkness for a long moment, before she huffs, and the knife disappears back under her top \n\n\"Put that away, if I was gonna fight ya, ya'd have a knife stickin outta yer shoulder already\" She practically growls, shaking her head as she crouches back down to resume picking the chest's lock."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Yet the stranger was giving no indication as to whether she intended to share the spoils — and the boy didn't blame her, even as he sheathed his own knife. He couldn't be the only one struggling, after all, and thieves were not typically known for their generosity. Still hiding behind the door: \"How's this — I uhh. I get th'other rooms on this floor, you get wotever's in that chest?\" He was pretty sure it was coin — what he was after — but he very literally couldn't afford to be picky."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "There was a long silence, then the chest gave a small click as the thief twisted the picks slightly, pulling them out and returning them to the leather folder, before she looked at the kid again, with her amber eyes that almost looked as though they were glowing.\n\n \"Whaddya doin this fer kid?\" She asks, resting a hand on the lid of the chest, the other on her hip"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "The boy peeked round the door again, warily, that he might actually see who he was talking to: \"... I ain't workin' fer no one, if that's wot y'mean. Jus' hungry, an' th'git wot lives here kin afford th'loss. If he even notices. Look, you up forra deal or not... I kin get outta here, jus' don' wanna leave empty-handed.\" He caught a glimpse of the eyes, and shivered — they reminded him briefly of something hard to place yet frightening."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "There's a sigh, and Emiko shakes her head \"Not what I meant. I wanna know what got ya t' start stealin. Like, what, yer tryin t' feed yer family, or ya all alone, doin it fer fun, what? Why's a 12, 14, year old kid breakin inter empty houses, insteada learnin a trade, or however that goes\" She says, watching him carefully"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss *Stared*. Was another thief *Lecturing* Him on doing the same thing she was? \"... Bloody hell. Look, I'm alone, an' I ain't dumb enough to apprentice no more. Tried that. Ain't makin' that mistake again.\" Explaining the situation with his family was tricky — so he just *Didn't*. \"Wot's it matter t'you anyway? Ain't like yer so gainfully employed yerself.\" As he gestured to the chest she'd been opening. \"Do I need to get outta here or not?\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Her amber eyes narrow \"That's cause I didn't exactly get a chance t' do anythin else kid. But just cause I got stuck livin like this, don't mean I'm ok with seein kids doin th' same shit. 'Specially when they don't know what they're doin'\" She growls\n\nEmiko turns back to the chest and opens it up, taking a quick glance at the contents. There's a jingling of coins as the thief rummages about for a bit, pulling something out, and closing the lid of the chest, locking it again with a few quick prods with another lockpick. She returns the leather folder to its spot and picks the chest up, walking over to the door, and Joss, her other hand thrusting a heavy coin purse to him.\n\nShe leans in as she does this, staring the white haired boy in the eyes \"Do yerself a favour, and put this t'wards findin actual work, yer still young enough that someone might actually be willin t' teach ya. Cause trust me when I say ya got lucky here. Most in yer position woulda tried t' stab me in th' back rather than talk, and most in mine probably woulda just thrown th' knife. Ya ain't cut out fer this kid, don't get killed tryin\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss' jaw set tight as she noted he didn't know what he was doing — though it was partially true. He'd stolen before, a fair handful of times, and never been caught — but he'd never run into another thief targeting the same place before, either. And he *Hadn't* Known what to do in that situation, after all. But as she thrust the purse of coins into his chest and stared down his dark eyes, the boy seemed obstinate. \n\n\"I ain't payin' no one to beat th'shit outta me. I'll take this over goin' back to that any day. An' you jus' proved that maybe I done *Righ'* By tryin' to talk. Coz from where I stand, we're both standin' fine.\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko frowns, and takes a moment to lean down, putting her face a few inches away from his, her bright yellow eyes staring directly into his dark ones \"Like I said, yer got *Lucky*. Try it again, ya'll likely end up hurt, or dead, an' even if ya try t' stab em in th' back, they might still be better than you. This ain't a world fer stupid kids that think they know better, but hey, if kickin yer ass is what'll teach ya a lesson, I'd be happy t' do so\" She growls in his face, before giving a grin that suggests she's way too eager to follow through with her threat"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "The boy glared back, though he could not entirely hide his fear— the tensing in and drawing in of arms and shoulders. And he stepped rapidly back at the grin, feeling no reason to disbelieve it — jaw tight. He never saw reason to disbelieve threats of immediate violence; they had always been quickly fulfilled in his experience. Backing up to put a distance between them, he'd reach into the bag of coins, to pull out a large handful, dropping it before him almost as a peace offering, before making to bolt down the stairs."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "The grin vanishes as the boy turns tail, and she sighs, reaching down to pick up the abandoned pouch, making it disappear somewhere on her person, before heading out of the room with the chest under her arm.\n\nEmiko hated seeing kids in bad situations. She was particular about where she spent her money, only going to people who could use the work, she told herself it wasn't charitable, cause she was a thief, and a bad person as a result, when it came to kids, she couldn't help but send some coin their way, though she wasn't against smacking them around should they try to pull something, like being stubborn when they wanted to keep going down the wrong path.\n\nRegardless, she made her way out onto the upper landing, taking a moment to set the chest down, and fumble with something on her belt, pulling a pair of straps over her shoulders, and lifting the chest to set it in a pair of loops, allowing the chest to sit securely against the back half of her hip, letting her move hands-free. \n\nThe thief then turns to leave via the window she had come in through, then pauses with a thought, taking a look around to see if she could figure out where the kid went. Emiko had to make sure he was actually leaving, after all"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "At around the same time, a group of suspicious figures arrived at the walls bordering the estate from the rest of the city. Shadows were cast over their frames, making only their eyes glimmer with the reflection of a silvery gaze brought forth by the moon and stars.\n\nOne of the group made of four stopped and signaled the others to do the same, looking up to feel something amiss. \n\n\"Strange. Wasn't this estate supposed to be empty?\"\n\n\"Do you feel something?\" \n\n\"Yeah. Someone's been here. Or is.\"\n\nThere were others like Emiko and Joss, others that weren't as good willed as the two thieves that chose their mark beyond its wealth. They prowled in the darkness, covering ground to see if they spotted something amiss."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss hadn't abandoned the pouch — just some of the coins. He wasn't going to give up all possible profit from this heist, after all. Heart pounding as he fled down the stairs again, only slowing and getting quieter once he was downstairs. \n\nIt didn't matter what the lady said. He wasn't going to apprentice again. He understood that he had only survived his last apprenticeship through luck. But she didn't need to know that, and with luck, they'd never encounter eachother again. He made his way towards the window he'd first come into.\n\nThere were footprints in the snow, leading up to that window. Not all the way up — he'd managed to brush the snow aside behind him most of the way — but in the last few yards, he had not, due to the presence of the wall. And now Joss was approaching that window as well, shouldering his satchel and setting the bag of coins into it with the candlesticks. Just as he moved to open it again, he saw the silhouette of a figure outside.\n\nAlready primed with fear, he ducked down below the window and darted to get away from that room — if he went upstairs, of course, the woman would only attack him as she'd said, but if he left the house while the figure was outside (he'd only spotted one and was unaware that there were four), he'd likely be spotted and attacked by — whoever this was. Guards? More thieves? He'd no idea, but he didn't have time to think deeply on it, rushing to find a place to hide. \n\nHe needed to hide near an escape path. This, he understood from prior experience, heart in his throat — thus, he undid the latch on a window in the entrance hall quick as he could without standing directly in front of it where his own shadow might be seen, and squeezed into a cabinet there which held a few books and ledgers but little else, still a space an adult would have trouble fitting into. Trying to quiet his breath, hand over his mouth."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko thought for a moment, looking around. Chances are the kid had gone downstairs, it being his most likely route of entry since she doubted he could climb up to the 2nd floor all that well. Not too many people could climb as well as her, now that she thought about it.\n\nSo with a wiggle of her fingers, her general body shifting colours, skin, clothing and hair turning dark and mottled, making her that much harder to see in the dark interior, before slinking downstairs, keeping alert for any sign of the kid, which meant, that when she passed by one of the windows, it wasn't hard to notice someone creeping around outside.\n\nDidn't take much of a glance for her to also notice that the figure she had seen was decidedly not the short and scrawny boy she knew was also in here, which was why she was quick in ducking back out of the way since, while she could hide most of herself, her eyes were kinda hard to cover without being blind.\n\nNow, though, she had a dilemma. Emiko was relatively sure that she could get out without being noticed, but she wasn't as sure about the kid, and she wasn't too comfortable leaving, if he was still around. Which meant she needed to find him..."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The shadow that Joss Fletcher took notice of didn't take long to find the footprints he left behind. It studied the path which they led to and then vanished. It didn't take a pathfinder to know the tracks were cleared off, but it was amateur work at best to go about it that way. Without any sign of more prints, the shadow was sure whoever it was that snuck into the estate was still there.\n\nThe three other figures were close by, but they used the foliage of trees and bushes scattered throughout the estate to conceal their movements. Sounds of hoots echoed from the darkness. They were signal fires to warn each individual and marked the beginning of a very cautious hunt for who decided to choose the same house as they did. The figure Joss saw decided to take point and use a window to slip in. The first and only sound was that of the wood creaking under its weight, but it was soon muffled by the quiet of night. It moved slowly, caring to find another trespasser than necessarily going after the treasures it was originally seeking.\n\nAnother shadow came out of the dark, letting moonlight shine on its back before entering from the side opposite to the first."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss had nothing to do but wait. It was awful, and in some small sense, familiar. He hadn't expected the house to be the target of three thieving efforts in a single night — not at all — it was why he'd left some tracks, as he knew they wouldn't be visible except from close up to the house, which no one of honest purpose should have reason to do if they didn't see the rest — he'd planned to exit by the same track and clear up the rest then. \n\nWhat would he do if they opened this specific cabinet... There wasn't any real way to disappear. Perhaps if the opened the other side of it, the other door, they *Might* Not spot him, but that was his best hope. He had to wait til the way was clear — though it was dark in the house, and darker in the cabinet. He had only the spaces between tilted wooden slats to see through.\n\nBut the house was large. It might take them a long time to find him, at least..."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko let out a silent huff of frustration. She didn't know where the kid was, didn't know where the other thieves were, and frustratingly, didn't want to leave, as she doubted that the kid had left.\n\nSo she eventually made a decision, and keeping close to the wall, she adjusts her camo to make her almost completely invisible, aside from her eyes while open, and silently moves to a spot near the entrance hall, tucking herself between a pair of objects, so that hopefully no one would bump into her, before closing her eyes, rendering her both blind, and invisible, relying on only her hearing and awareness to tell what was happening.\n\nShe knew she couldn't spend the time looking for the kid, and she wasn't about to leave either, so the best she could hope for, is to stay hidden, and be ready to jump in should anything happen"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Two figures lurked outside while the other two checked indoors. They were sure that at least one other was among them because there were no return tracks.\n\nOne of the shadows went upstairs through the main hall, making the staircase creak at one or another step.\n\nThe other opened drawers and cabinets, more in search of something valuable than the other trespasser."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss heard drawers opening and shutting, and cringed. Bad. Bad plan. They were being very thorough — that meant these were fellow thieves, too, and not guards. He might have just come out, had it not been for the earlier meeting with the lady thief, and the pause it had given him. What he *Needed* Was a *Distraction*, before they got too close — he grabbed hold of the ledger book beside him — tipped open the door of the cabinet enough to see — and chucked it through the only doorway he could see, into the next room, which seemed empty for the moment, and which connected to the room he was pretty sure he was hearing all the drawers move from.\n\nThat would keep attention off his spot for only a few moments — so he moved quickly after that, rushing to open the window, get through and *Run* Out into the snow as fast as he possibly could. At least he had 'fast' on his side. What he didn't have was the knowledge of how many other thieves there were, and that there were more waiting outside. Nor did he have the ability to see the lady-thief."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko kept her breathing quiet, taking in as much sound as she could. The stairs creaked, indicating the presence of someone, possibly bigger than the kid, and the shuffling of drawers and cabinets suggested that there was at least 2 hanging around, assuming the kid wasn't dumb enough to keep looking for shit.\n\nThe sound of a book clattering to the ground was enough to cause a pair of amber eyes to suddenly appear on the wall, as Emiko opened them just in time to see Joss making a dash for a window. \n\nThey were only open for a second however, as she took in as much as the room in front of her, before closing them and stepping away from the wall, aiming to follow Joss while invisibly blinded, something she had practiced often, though less-so when people were moving around"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The sound of the ledger thumping on the floor made the figure searching the cabinets look at it before it heard the light steps of the boy rushing to freedom.\n\nThe other going up the stairs turned around and went down the stairs, witnessing the boy opening the window. It alarmed the others with a screeching noise and, when Joss Fletcher ran out into the snow, he was met with a hand trying to reach out from the foliage and to his neck."
},
{
"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss' eyes widened at the screeching noise, already pale face paling — a signal! A signal he hadn't quite put together when he'd heard owls hooting earlier — he'd thought that had been actual owls! He didn't have the time, didn't have the experience, didn't have the preternatural knowledge of his opponents' numbers and exact whereabouts to get out of this, fast as he was. The hand seized him by the neck, and he was stopped in his tracks, scrabbling at the arm which held him, trying to pry the hand off his neck with both hands, kicking out, teeth gritted in a grimace of terror."
},
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "She had been hoping to avoid a fight at this stage. Emiko's following of Joss had more been about making sure the pair in the house weren't about to grab the kid while he was escaping, until the screech confirmed her paranoia about the pair inside not being the only ones.\n\nThe thief's eyes few open as she dashed for the window, a pair of bright amber points that could only be seen from in front of her, the female vaulting out of the window as she made for Joss, her invisibility dropping the moment she got close enough, aiming a side kick at the spot just below the shoulder of the arm currently holding the kid."
},
{
"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Joss Fletcher was in trouble, but it didn't take long for his fate to turn once more. Were it not for the sudden appearance of Emiko, there was a chance he would be dead moments after the fact. The shadow was kicked off with a good kick below the shoulder. It released its grip and stepped back, grunting in pain before sheathing a dagger from the side of its waist.\n\nThe other three figures appeared, one vaulting from the window after the other and another coming up from the thieves' flank. One of them looked intently at Emiko and grimaced.\n\n\"That face! That fucking face!\" It growled, revealing a scarred and angry expression. \"Get them, boys!\"\n\nThe group of four attacked, drawing their weapons and going for a quick charge to cut down Emiko and Joss."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "For a moment, there was a semblance of teamwork between Joss Fletcher and Emiko that was felt in the way they reacted to danger. The boy used his height to go low, below the sizzling daggers that were thrown at the two men in front of him. He moved past the two and, as they tried to block the incoming knives, making his slash to one's calf a success. The man groaned in pain and lost his balance, collapsing onto his left as the other barely parried the knife Emiko threw at him and moved forward to try and tackle her.\n\nIn that, she compromised herself, though her fluid motion drove her elbow to the third man's face. He knelt behind her with a spurt of blood coming out of his nose. They weren't intolerant to pain, however, and adrenaline was making him shoot his arms to try and grab her waist as the other went for a takedown with a shoulder aimed to her gut. The fourth man, the one who recognized her ignored the kid to try and rush her too."
},
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss was scared, to be absolutely sure, and it was tempting to do just as the woman said. But she had just saved his hide, as far as he could tell, and he wasn't about to repay that by letting her get overtaken by people who — well, recognized her, he figured? It made a hell of a lot more sense than them recognizing him; who would care if they did? \n\nSo though he darted away initially, when he saw it was still three on one, the kid returned to the chaos, trying to prevent the man who had recognized her from getting to her — trying to tackle him to the ground, again going low, diving to wrap an arm around both shins to bring him down."
},
{
"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "The men were fast, but the thief was slightly faster, managing to pull a slightly larger knife from some hidden spot on her person, and hopefully slam the hilt into his temple to try and knock him out. She then grunted painfully as the other male managed to slam into her, Emiko folding over him, mostly so she could then swing her knife-wielding arm around to attempt to stab the tackler in his shoulder, or somewhere similarly painful but not lethal.\n\nDespite this, she was somewhat aware of everything else happening, swearing internally as the kid decided to come back and make a stupid attempt to help. The thief knew she could outrun the men should it come to it, with all her light tricks and climbing skills, but with the boy around, she couldn't leave, not without putting Joss at risk, but she had bigger things to worry about than commenting on it"
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"message": "The man she left behind her body was clinging to her with everything that he had, making her swing back with her dagger a difficult task. Even with fukk force and elasticity, his head was against her back and all she would do was hit his forehead in an odd angle.\n\nBecause of the kneeling man's hold of her waist, the tackle to her gut did not go as she envisioned. In fact, her upper body was knocked back, tilting backward and making her slash go wide and miss entirely as it hit nothing but air.\n\nIt was Joss Fletcher that ultimately distracted the group. His desperate cling to the fourth's shins made the running thug fall short and on his face, hitting his nose on the hard ground. The first man, who was bleeding from his calf, tried to stand to get the kid. The one that was kneeling behind Emiko was rolling to the side after she was made to fall on her back and, the one who tackled her, was grounding her, or attempting to, and throwing punches down at her face, eager to get his knife at the end of a flurry of punches to try to stab her head in."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "The fear that accompanied the fight did not make Joss very dignified in the moment — gasping in gulps of air like he was going to cry, as he moved quickly up the prone form of the man he'd tackled, going to slam the handle of his knife into the back of the man's head. He wasn't completely sure how he might manage to knock him out cold — he knew only that it had happened to him once after a blow to the head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the movement of the man he'd cut trying to get up — and the woman still seemed to be in trouble — he hissed to the man trying to rise, as he himself rose, with a second, stomp to the downed man's head if he moved — \n\n\"Stay down f'fucks sake — I don' wanna have to cripple yer other leg!\" It was half a threat, half an extension that his intentions had not been as deadly as theirs. And he would rush with wet bursts of snow under his feet to try and get at the man who had tackled the woman — to slash from behind at his upper arms, making his attacks painful and difficult — trying to drag the man backwards by the back of his shirt."
},
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko had been going off the hope that her initial hit to the man's head meant that any other hits would put him out. Unfortunately this wasn't the case, and instead of stabbing the man who was tackling her, she was now on the ground, on her back, arms pulled up to her head to instinctively try and defend herself.\n\nWhich is when she reacted. The thief wasn't exactly one to use her light tricks in the middle of a fight, because it split her concentration a little too much, but she was currently desperate, and not exactly thinking. So, all of a sudden, her hands and arms lit up, the glow enough to be considered bright during the day, it was almost painfully blinding in the darkness. And then the light flashed, like a strobe, a few times, most likely disorienting anyone looking in her direction, if not temporarily and/or painfully blinding them, Emiko herself unaffected as her affinity to light meant that her eyes couldn't be bothered by it"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The man Joss tackled to the ground was knocked out cold with the hilt of the boy's knife. It was a hard concussive strike, enough to put the man to sleep for a while. When he turned to the one he slashed the calf of, it wouldn't be a surprise that the man was already up and his idea to stomp his head to the ground had to change. The man was crippled, but still dangerous, especially when he grabbed a throwing knife from his belt and flinged it at the boy's torso. Then he followed with a quick slash from right to left towards the kid's neck.\n\nBut then multiple flashes of light occurred and made the group stagger. The white booms of light blinded the enemy temporarily and gave for a chance to execute some sort of escaping plan. It was certain that they wouldn't give up so easily, but at least there was a chance of increasing the gap between the shady figures and the two thieves."
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{
"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss yelped in alarm, as the man threw a knife at him — trying to jump out of the way, but it passed quickly enough to graze his side. Enough he could tell he'd been cut, but it was not bleeding much yet. It left him jumpy enough that he was a little quicker to get out of the way as the man sliced for his neck, and to rush away —\n\nAnd then came the flashes of light, which had him damn near blinded. Being on Emiko's side did not in any way make him immune to this effect. He didn't understand what they were, or what had happened — thoughts of some horrible magic came to him — and he turned to run away from it. Quite literally, blindly."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko was immediately on the attack after the light faded, leaving pretty much everyone, aside from her, completely blind in the dark of night. The fist carrying her knife immediately slammed down, aiming to either cut into the thigh of the man on top of her, or straight up punch him in the dick, or hopefully, both, before she twists her hips, and tries to shove the man off of her with both hands, so she can roll away, at the very least so she can get into a crouch and figure out her next move"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Blinded by the light, the men were distracted enough to give the duo of thieves a window of opportunity to escape or try to kill them.\n\nConsidering Emiko thought of one or the other, she ended up throwing a weird punch that made a slash to the thigh of the man on top of her that ended up in her hand feeling his package. That was weird.\n\nStill,he rolled away from her in pain as he squinted his eyes and tried to see again."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss was running, feet pounding the snow, left hand holding to the cut on his side as he did so, massive spots before his eyes from the flash — the right hand still held the knife, and as he tried to look back, he extended the left hand in front of him. He didn't want to run right into the wall surrounding the estate, and realized that there was an actual risk of this. Slowing, vision spotty, trying to see what was going on, if the lady-thief was getting away, what had been the source of all that light."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "The thief was immediately on her feet, taking a quick glance around the area, and ignoring the men on the ground, she sheathed her knife, dashing for Joss, grabbing the kid's left arm and, as gently as she could, pulled him after her.\n\n\"Put yer knife away, ya'll climb faster without it\" She says to him quietly, quickly leading him to the wall, while keeping an eye on the blinded thieves \"Now, up n' over, but keep it quiet\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss saw her approaching, and was *Relatively* Sure she wasn't one of the men — not sure enough that he didn't put some more distance between them initially, though. He was a good climber, but he'd never climbed blind like this before. Sheathing his knife as she pulled him along, trying to quiet his breathing down from panting to something more silent as he found places to grip primarily by feel, head moving all about, trying to see through the bright blotches in his vision. Managing to get over relatively quickly, and very quietly, though it was painful, feeling the cut at his side pulling with the motions, and his left hand left a bloody print where it first gripped. \n\nOnce over the wall, he'd try to keep going as quick as he could, none of the threats still behind him forgotten — not the blinded thieves, nor her threat of a thrashing."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko made an effort to help Joss over the wall, making sure he could find all the right handholds, before nimbly following him over, about as easily as one would hop a small fence. She then proceeds to grab his arm again, though less forcefully, and starts leading him through the streets \n\n\"Keep yer eyes closed, yer sight'll come back faster. An' don't worry, I won't let ya run inter anythin\" She says quietly, the hard edge missing from her voice, her general demeanour seeming much the same, though she was still rather alert for any signs of being followed"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss' teeth gritted, but he did as she suggested, closing his eyes tightly. His hearing was particularly acute, due to an unusual aspect of his upbringing, but he felt incredibly disoriented. Must have been the light — and the confusion of the entire situation, he supposed — moving quickly as she pulled him through the streets."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The shifters stomach began to turn as the group passed the sign indicating they weren't far from their destination. Perhaps another day's journey and they'd arrive in Brindell by the next rising sun. Thats if they continued without rest. \n\nMarsila found herself being uncommunative towards the group for a short while as she had been preoccupied, using most of her focus in seeking out any possible attackers towards their group. She couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was to intrude on their trip. Perhaps she was being paranoid without the safety of Rekkan by her side, or she was simply reacting to the lack of her amulet to calm her mind.\n\nEventually she was forced to focus back on the task at hand and the group she hoped to protect. The two boys, Twiss and Swass, were cracking jokes between each other when Marsila found herself walking closer towards them, her fingers tapping anxiously against the hidden amulet as she did so. The shifter did her best to mentally talk herself out of wearing the jewel, though it was a difficult task to accomplish. Fortunately in the end, she had managed to continue without it. \n\n\"Would either of you two have an extra weapon I could carry?\" She question, mainly aiming it at Twiss. Even though Swass had spirit, Marsila didn't enjoy the thought of him pushing himself past what he is capable, especially with his injuries. \"Swass, I really think you should be in one of the wagons, or guarding the sick if you're so desperate to be placed on guard duty.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The two friends stopped with their antics and looked at Marsila, paying attention to her request. Twiss was the one to hand her a sword he had extra to the one he acquired just prior to joining Atovar's group. It was well balanced, though not of the best quality out there. It would have to do. Swass scratched the top of his head, a habit he shared with his childhood friend.\n\n\"Ugh, you sure, Marsila? I think I'm ready to be in the frontline. Kinda feel like dead weight if I'm stuck all the way back guarding the kids.\"\n\nHe was eager to prove himself, although he had already shown his worth by helping the group with cover fire when fighting off the mercenaries in the village.\n\nSeveral paces ahead of the caravan, the lone wanderer focused his third eye into a scope that scoured the surrounding plains for the energies that peaked through the terrain. He found it odd to sense a wave of mixed essences being encrypted in its enclosure, which gave him an eery creep that chilled his spine in its crawl. He started a low chant to enhance his shamanistic abilities, but as he did that, the energy that tried to disrupt his readings elevated as well to counter his efforts. His third eye throbbed and he grit his teeth. Something was coming. The warrior turned around to walk back to the caravan, but he was met by the sudden appearance of a woman garbed in a familiar tribal outfit.\n\n\"Who are you?\" He demanded, almost sneering.\n\nThe woman's skin was of pale complexion, akin to that of the nomadic people from northern Taemar. She did not answer his question, not with words, for she had other plans for Rekkan. Just like the wanderer, she uttered words in a low and rhythmic form, a chant that made the earth around her stir and become wet. The mudlike mold shaped into humanoid figures that hardened quickly and rushed the man. In their charge, they were further manipulated to have earthen sticks jut out from their hands.\n\n\"Tch. Filthy tricks.\"\n\nRekkan armed himself with Fang, but at the same time the flames were cast from the palm of his right hand, he felt a cruel bite that made him drop the soul forged sword. The visions of the nightmarish tunnel of flesh and gnawing teeth burned his eyes and caused him to be open for attack, which the mud figures capitalized on. They struck his upper limbs and torso, making the wanderer reel back as the sword faded into flames, then smoke that turned to nothing.\n\nA heavy current of wind rolled through the atmosphere. Rekkan almost got too caught up in his confusion to listen to it, but he managed to duck as his eyes widened. A small but heavy ball of iron flew past and above his thick strands of hair. The sound of chains deafened the sizzling motion of another threat as the weight was pulled back and once more over his head, though a deadly sickle sizzles from his left flank to try and stab his left shoulder. Rekkan rolled onto the ground, trying to increase the gap between himself and the threats. He had an idea how they managed to fool his sixth sense, because memories of his mother surfaced for a moment. A shamanka was with them. Both spirit and flesh were combined to hunt him this time around.\n\nBehind him was an athletic figure wielding a very odd weapon. A sickle attached to a weight of iron by a long chain.\n\n\"Quite the reflexes for a big guy!\" The man shouted. \"But you're not getting away this time!\"\n\nThe sickle was thrown first, sizzling echo muffled by the rapid chain flight following in tow. The man had a solid grip on the length of the chain as he kept twirling the ball to his right side."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "When Swass replied, Marsila felt her eyes roll as she had expected his answer. He was far from ready to be on the front line of anything and if a fight was to break out, she didn't want to to risk having him further injured due to his own carelessness. \n\n\"I'm certain.\" She interrupted before he was able to continue with his complaints. She took the sword from Twiss, weighing it in her hand before sliding it into the sheath on her side, something that had been part of her outfit that Rekkan had found. \"Just give yourself another day to allow your body to heal and then you can do whatever you want.\" \n\nThe feeling of dread never ceased but grew instead. She hoped Rekkan was able to take care of himself if something was to happen. At least she had Ymir, his men and the Two friends to help her if they were attacked. Though she would most likely force half to protect the children and injured as they were unable to do so themselves. \n\nAs she looked between Twiss and Swass, her lips pressed together into a thin line as she thought of possible outcomes they may suffer through. \n\n\"Are you able to guard the sick and young? I don't think we have enough people on them if something was to happen. The women may even swoon over it. I've heard us females enjoy the sight of a strong man protecting children, a turn on to some.\" Was she telling the truth? Who knows. She just wanted Swass safe and not throwing himself in danger."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The warrior's aching head was a hindrance that slowed his reaction, but he managed to get a grip over the blade of the sickle. It drew blood from his left palm, a pain that he endured.\n\nThe wielder of the strange weapon pulled the side of the chain belonging to the curved blade. He wanted to drag Rekkan towards the ball of iron which he threw, switching the length of the chain through the attack so that Rekkan was caught with a massive blow to the center of his face. Such an unorthodox weapon would break the nose, if not obliterate the skull at the speed it was shot from its momentum built swing. To counter the attack, Rekkan planted his left foot on the ground, making the man grit his teeth. The wanderer was strong, and even if the sickle dug into his callused skin, he'd resist and prevent the man from having a good grip over the chain. It made his opponent switch tactics and whip the chain, thus making the ball fall flat on the ground in front of Rekkan as the mud beings tried to surround him.\n\nThe warrior let go of the sickle. The strange weapon needed to be retracted and build again on momentum to be used again, so he used that window of opportunity to bring forth a weapon he hadn't in a long time.\n\nRekkan's hands met to the left side of his hips. His right pulsed with a powerful light that flashed as he rotated his center mass and dragged his right foot back in the spin. From the incandescent surge bloomed the elven blade, Flash. The Flash was a slightly curved sword crafted in the continent of elves to the East, inherited from his mentor's house when it was brought to ruin by his own kin.\n\nThe blade was removed from the hard case sheathe in a horizontal release. Its length beamed with the reflection of the sun as it cut through earthen bodies and ripped them in half. His body's movements were fluid, like water. It was contrast to his wilder actions when wielding Fang.\n\nIt was then that actual men and more earthen figures appeared. The chain and sickle warrior attacked again, throwing his ball. Rekkan wielded his weapon with a two-handed grip and parried, finding his sword wrapped in the ball and chain.\n\n\"You're fucked now!\"\n\n...\n\nThere was some truth, subjective as it was, to what Marsila said. The boys didn't find it wrong to be looked at as strong protectors of the weak, so they abided by her suggestion and reassigned their positions closer to the wagons transporting the sick, the elderly and the infants. That was perhaps the best thing Marsila could have done in that moment, but also the worst. She could sense them when they were close. It was a group of horsemen charging at full speed, and one of them was clearly a familiar face, if not engraved in the minds of the caravan's members.\n\nAtovar did not hesitate. Even when Antonius ordered his men to form a line and raise their spears, the chargers kept going with the intent of breaking through the flimsy shield wall that was created by peasants turned guards.\n\nIt would take time for Ymir to rush from the rear and provide backup to the caravan. Marsila could join the wall or spectate the initial clash, but the collision was brutal. Bodies were tackled to the ground and trampled by Atovar's men, who were more experienced than the ragtag bunch. \n\nArrows rained on the rear of the cavalry formation. Ymir was still several meters away, but as he and his hunters closed the gap, they fired at the enemies they had a clear shot on.\n\nAs for Twiss and Swass, they followed the shapeshifter's advice. The horsemen that unmounted or tried to pass through to harass the wagons were shot by bolts or slashed at by the two friends. Even with Swass not at full health, they worked well together, and when one reloaded his crossbow, the other stepped forth to cover him."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "It was impossible to miss the thundering gallops made by the horses Atovar and his men rode. The grass beneath them tore as they charged towards the man-made barrier Antonius and his men had created before crashing through the shields and spears with little effort. \n\nMarsila stood in her place, frozen by the shock that overcame her when she noticed the sinister male and the many men he had by his side. The had managed to reorganise themselves and regroup faster than she had thought was possible. How had that been possible? Did the bounty on Rekkan's head fall deeper than they had thought. \n\nThe screams of the villagers snapped Marsila from her thoughts, pulling her back to reality.\n\nWitnessing the fallen men with many becoming severely injured after being trampled on, Marsila felt a surge of anguish rush through her. Atovar had no obvious care for others and seemed more than pleased to have them killed beneath him and it did nothing but enrage the shifter. She had enough of him murdering as he pleased, taking enjoyment in others suffering. \n\nHer fingers tightened around the sword's handle Twiss had given her as her knuckles drew a white shade from the pressure she placed. It was a mess, and close to a blood bath as Atovar's men slaughtered those they could. Without another moment of hesitation, the shifter pushed herself towards the men, sprinting as fast as her body abled her to whilst using any rock or platform she had height to her attacks as they had been on large beasts. It was simple for who she planned on making her way towards, hoping that if she was to subdue Atovar, the others would retreat and Rekkan and herself would be able to pry information out of him. \n\nThe blade cut cleanly through the torso of the rider closest to her, the lack of amulet around her neck allowing her to do so without guilt before she moved to another. Her strength matched her speed, inhumane as she sliced through the men that blocked her path to Atovar, the motion of the blade almost an art form with the way it glided. As if she had a third arm."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The battle between the caravan guard and the mercenaries grew into a bloodbath. The effort of the peasants to hold the broken line was rewarded with a moment of respite when Ymir's hunters joined the melee and provided the skill missing from the others. The fact that some were still a bit drowsy from the previous night also tipped the scales against them. However, Antonius and Ymir were shouting, calling them to drag inner strength out of their cores.\n\n\"Fight on! Fight on!!! Stand by each other!\"\n\nYmir revealed unparalleled energy. He cut through the side of the enemy and made everything in his reach to secure his men's position and push onward. It was different from before, as he noticed Atovar didn't hold back in expenses to hire stronger mercenaries. However, the legendary hunter wouldn't let that scare him.\n\nAtovar saw a woman's advance and smirked. He realized that for someone to have those attributes, she needed to be the one he was after. He only saw her as a wolf back at the village, but the way she moved gave away her magical heritage. He leaped from his horse and moved towards her, unwavering to her inhumane speed and strength.\n\n\"There you are! The swordsman's lap dog!\" He taunted.\n\nThe sadistic captain's stance was unnatural to most and his weapon was a fine blade that he called a rapier. It was mainly used to thrust, but had great properties in parrying blows and riposting. He didn't go into the offensive. Instead, the mercenary captain lowered his upper body with his feet spread apart and waited for the woman to make her move. His smirk turned into a grin.\n\nTwiss and Swass, the two childhood friends, dragged the injured against the wagons and worked together as always to keep the enemy at bay. They were lucky to be joined by Antonius, who reformed his men and managed to withstand the tide.\n\n...\n\n\"I'm done playing your games!\"\n\nRekkan was by no means a weak fighter. His fibrous muscle steamed as sweat poured from his skin's pores in an overdrive reaction to all the beings collapsing on him. Instead if letting the chain and sickle warrior use the bladed side of his chain, he pulled him towards him with a powerful yank of the wrapped chain, forcing him into a flight he did not expect. The swordsman tackled the man onto the ground before skipping three steps past him and towards one of the circle's sides. In that swift motion of his legs, his upper body moved with his arms, swinging Flash so that it cut through those eager to get the drop on him. He tolerated none, showing them no mercy as their guts were torn open for the bowels to spill or their necks severed to spray blood. Those would be slow and agonizing deaths. Choking or holding their own intestines as they bled out. The curved sword Rekkan wielded had cutting precision unlike many others, forged from the stomach of an active volcano in the far east.\n\nThe shamanka stepped back. She was frightened. More so when the warrior made short work of every earthen creation she threw at him. She was also growing tired, then exhausted, for chanting was draining on her body. She tried a last resort, raising both her hands to bring jagged rock up from the underground to rip through the surface and shoot at Rekkan. The man took his right hand from the blade and pointed it at the rock, making the shamanka see a symbol she hadn't in a long time.\n\nThe spiral of the Batsaikhan. A dead tribe's symbol on the man's right palm.\n\n\"Enough!\" He growled, fanning blazing hot flames that slowed the thrown rock and made it fall heating red and shattering on the ground.\n\nBut the chain and sickle fighter was up once more and used the opportunity, the distraction, to throw his iron ball and wrap it around Rekkan's legs. He pulled and made the swordsman fall.\n\n\"Die!\"\n\nHe threw his sickle in an overswing, holding to the chain and dragging the large warrior along the ground into the bullseye zone. It felt too fast with how the man twirled and shot it, but Rekkan rolled once and swung his blade, parrying the attack. He used the momentum of the pull to get on his joined feet and spring towards his adversary, swinging his blade from over his head and down. The man was fast, bt not fast enough to feel the cold edge of Flash against his chest and down to his solar plexus, creating a deep gash that grinded bone and sliced flesh. A scream of pain ensued. He dropped his weapon and stumbled on the ground before quickly getting back up to his feet and starting to run.\n\nRekkan did not consider giving chase. He turned his focus to those remaining, whose will to fight already faltered. The wounded beast charged, blood and sweat steaming into the atmosphere as the sight of his assault was seen with awe by the Taemarian shamanka. Was that the Batsaikhan rage she only heard of from tales passed down by her forefathers?"
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko guided him smoothly, making sure he didn't trip or run into anything, as she lead him to, what appeared to be, the back of a somewhat dingy tavern, the thief staring up at a window on the 2nd story for a moment before acting.\n\n\"'Aight, here, do me a favour an' keep it quiet while I get ya up there, 'k? Gotta do somethin' bout that cut, an' I ain't comfortable doin' it out here\" She says in a quiet whisper, climbing up the wall till she's hanging from that particular windowsill, and reaching her hand down towards Joss \"C'mon kid, I'll help ya up\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Clearly the boy had more experience in keeping quiet, and moving, while injured than he did in actually fighting — or interacting with other criminals. It was hard to say what that spoke to, but it didn't suggest a life overcrowded with friends. He was damn near silent the whole way as they went. He'd whisper back: \"I kin take care of it if — if it's a problem.\" Holding tight to the cut. \n\nBut if she proceeded upwards, he would follow — wiping his bloody hand on his own clothing before clambering up, taking her hand only if he definitely needed to. He understood that she had helped him, but perhaps he was afraid he'd slip, or she would, if he put so much weight on her grip — not that he looked remotely heavy, skinny runt that he was."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her thoughts ran wild as she failed to gain control over herself. Her eyes were no longer the usual shade of blue, but replaced with a unique amethyst shade as she scowled menacely towards Atova. His statement left her momentarily confused as she was unable to shift into that specific animal until she remembered Fang had too, made an appearance. \n\nShe had lost all attention to those around her and was only able to focus on the Captain who had made their lives nothing but hell since the day they first ran into him. Even before then he had made it impossible for Rekkan or herself to find a place to rest without fear of being caught. \n\nHer teeth clenched as she refused to give him a reply, allowing him to think she had Fang's form. Raising the sword with little effort, Marsila felt the muscles in her legs tense before she was thrown forward, lunging towards Atovar's direction in a fit of rage. Her vision had been blinded by red as she focused on Atovar and his hopeful death.\n\nThe shifter was far from the type who enjoyed killing, let alone wish for someone's head to be removed by their own hands. She was Glad Rekkan was, to her knowledge, still far ahead from the group to witness her act in such a manner. She assumed that he too had been attacked by Atovar's men due to his disappearance. \n\nPriscilla held some of the children close to her as they screamed in terror. It broke her heart that children this young were forced to witness the death of their families and those they cared about, not once but twice now. They remained inside the wagon as those outside faught, fearing to go outside as it was a bloodbath, something to be kept from innocent eyes."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko just frowns at him when he attempts to refuse the help, helping him up somewhat easily, as she was stronger than she looked, being able to pull herself up ledges at least a foot taller than she was, with no issue.\n\nAnd so she pulled the boy into what was essentially a small, single, sleeping quarters, usual for most taverns who also offered rooms for patrons. And it was relatively sparse, a single bed in one corner, small table nearby, and not much else that seemed permanent parts of the room. There was also a bucket of water, and a few rags, sitting by the door, and a closed up pack at the end of the bed, that looked to be the thief's.\n\nAfter Joss was in the window, Emiko shut it behind him, leaving it unlocked, and walked over to the door, checking it was still locked, before inspecting the water bucket, and picking it up, moving it over to the bed \"Sit and shirt up. I ain't exactly a healer, but I at least know how t' stop that from gettin worse\" She says, eyeing the kid's bleeding wound"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss was confused — probably pained, but he bore pain as one used to it, with a certain resignation. Looking round once he was in the room, uncertainly. \"... If y'put snow onnit, th'bleedin' slows down. Or if y'press onnit hard I guess.\" He wasn't exactly a healer either, but neither was he entirely ignorant of how to address his wounds, it seemed. Still, his teeth gritted as he sat on the bed and carefully pulled off his cloak and shirt — all the climbing and motions that stretched it had made the wound worse than it had been to start with, and though it didn't seem very *Deep*, the cut was bleeding a good deal now. It lay on his right side, just below the ribcage, every last rib of which showed clear. He winced, looking at it."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko shakes her head, grabbing one of the rags and soaking it in the water, before moving to study Joss's wound \"I ain't talkin about bleedin\" She says, pressing the wet rag to the cut to start trying to clean the wound.\n\n\"If ya don't clean it out, it c'n get infected, and make it much worse\" She adds, working carefully. Emiko may not have healers hands, but her thieving ones did allow her to be somewhat gentle, while still firm, and eventually pressed a dry rag to the wound, her other hand using the wet one to wipe away the rest of the blood"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The fallen noble's grip was steady. He motioned his wrist in Marsila's advancement, thus making this rapier twirl in a fluid circle as she charged at him. He was disciplined in contrast to her savage behavior and confident that he could take her on with what he believed to be superior skill. That was why when her sword came down towards him, he patiently but swiftly moved his rapier forward with a quick lunge of his body. It was a fierce step that made the blade grind against hers and with the momentum of the twirl redirect the swing to the right side of his body. He wanted to create an opening through her attack, and it was quite possible that he was successful due to her reckless sprint. The sharp tip of his needle like sword threatened to claim a wound on her shoulder, to pierce the flesh and stab her right under the shoulder bone and through it.\n\n\"You're a lifetime too young to fight me, bitch!\"\n\nWere his counter attack a success, he followed with a quick but heavy kick with his left sole aimed at her gut. His upper body turned from left to right, shifting the weight of his body from his right flank to his left. His hips thrust forward as his upper body was dragged in that flow. He retracted his leg as soon as it hit, if it did, or did so all the same if the shapeshifter was able to block or dodge.\n\nYmir was surveying the battlefield in that moment, just like Antonius was. They saw Marsila deep behind the enemy lines. The veteran wanted to help her, but he had little chance of breaking through the line that was pummeling his forces. It was Ymir who managed to gain some ground from the other side.\n\n\"Marsila! Hold on!\" The hunter shouted, but his path was barred by more of Atovar's men.\n\nA bola was thrown from Ymir's right flank. It wrapped around his torso and left arm, hindering his combat skill greatly. He was lucky to have the hunters by his side, who formed a ring around him and helped him cut the rope. The other two carried nets and were eager to use them."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her eyes narrowed to slits, the way her panther eyes would when her sword clashed with Atovar's. She was at a disadvantage due to allowing her anger to take control over her senses, making it difficult to think through her moves. It was reflex as she striked him, allowing him to prevent her attack from slicing through and instead, intercepted with his own. \n\nThe moment the rapier tore through her shoulder, the grip her fingers held loosened, causing her weapon to fall to the ground. She had been left defenceless in her human form as his foot planted against her stomach, throwing her a couple feet back as he did so. \n\nA snarl tore from her throat out of frustration, the adrenaline distracting her from the initial pain as the blade pierced her flesh. Within minutes, the wound began to heal with the flesh stitching together until all that was left was a line of dried blood. \n\nThe sound of bones breaking apart from one another could be heard from anyone within meters of her, the hardened structure tearing as the bones reformed to a feline skeleton. Charcoal shaded fur sprouted from her skin as it darkened to a grey hue until her body had been completely covered. As adrenaline ran through her veins, Marsila found the shift to be quick and less painful than usual. \n\nIt took no more than a minute until Marsila stood in her panther form. As she focused back on the captain, the Panther's upper lip curled so her teeth were bared in his direction as she growled in a threatening manner. Her fur stood on end while her claws tore into the earth beneath her, waiting for him to make his way closer towards him."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The sight of Marsila transforming was received with mixed stares. Some people were deathly frightened, others looked on with wonder. Ymir was both awestruck and worried, because the shapeshifter was still surrounded and the odd men seemed like they were going to meddle with the duel. And they did.\n\nWhen the shifter was fully transformed and ready for the advance of the captain, she let her stationary position be compromised. A large net with spikes connected to its knots loomed over her and, if she was unable to evade it, she'd find the edges grazing her furred form and trap her. The second hunter grabbed the net and pulled, making the spikes pierce many sides of her body until she was deeply snared and drawing blood.\n\nThe old hunter growled and tackled one of the mercenaries, finally able to break through, but it could very well be too late. Were the young shifter in their snare, the rope would be attached to the horses and Atovar would bid his farewell to the battle with the men capable of running. He cared little for the situation further ahead the caravan, because the plan was going perfectly.\n\n\"Send the swordsman my regards!\"\n\nThe mercenaries turned around and ran, some being pelted down by arrows as the frustrated Ymir tried to stop them from leaving. But he failed. Twiss and Swass were quick to join him in the aftermath as they would see Marsila being dragged through the ground as the horses galloped away.\n\n\"No! MARSILA!!!\" Twiss screamed, so loud that the tears and groans of others were muffled in that instant."
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss' jaw was tense. Really, so was his entire form — head turning away from Emiko. He didn't seem entirely used to, or comfortable with, touch — and he hadn't had anyone but himself tend his wounds in years. \"... Ah. Righ'.\"\n\nJust why he was so jumpy was fairly immediately given evidence, as the blood was wiped away and the wound did not take all attention; his form was covered in fading bruises, all over — arms, back, sides, chest, stomach, though particularly his arms and back. There were a few scars over his torso as well, some older, some recent.\n\nWell — there was also the entire situation. \"... Why'd you step in an' save me. Coulda let 'em kill me an' got away, they never woulda known you was there, think they only knew 'bout one ovvus bein' there.\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Most people likely would have been shocked by the patchwork on Joss's body, but, apparently, Emiko was not most people, as all she did was frown at it for a second, before dumping the wet and bloodied rag into the bucket, and grabbing the boy's hand, pressing it against the dry rag covering his wound \"Hold that there fer me\" She says, ignoring his question for the moment.\n\nThe thief gets to her feet and moves over to her pack at the end of the bed, rummaging around in it for a moment before pulling out a bundled up strip of cloth, and moving back over to Joss, so she could bandage him up with it \"I could ask you th' same question. Specifically told ya t' run, an' instead you come back knifin' people. Th' hell were ya thinkin\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Eyes dull and vaguely forward, Joss would hold the rag fast to the cut, though he'd flinched as she grabbed his hand. \"... Well. You'd jus' saved my life. An' there was four ovvem. Four against one ain't good odds. Four against two is a little better. An' I ain't the one wot figured it's every thief for himself...\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "She just sighs, carefully, but firmly, wrapping the bandage around him to hold the rag tightly in place \"Yea, well, you stayin back meant I couldn't run, which didn't exactly help either of us now did it\" She replies, eventually coming to the end of the cloth strip, and tying it off, eyeing it carefully \"There, should be fine fer at least a day or so till ya can find a medic or somethin\"\n\nEmiko then gets up from the bed, and only now undoes the harness that was holding the small chest, and turning away from Joss, she twists about to inspect her hip where the chest had been resting against, as she had landed on it during the fight, and it almost seemed like there was a soft glow coming from the spot Emiko was looking, a spot that might be more visible with only a slight seating adjustment from a certain boy"
},
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "\"... You coulda run if y'felt like it. It jus' didn' seem right t'leave you t'handle 'em. Four ovvem coulda overwhelmed you. Three nearly did, they had you on th'ground...\" But of course then had been the flash. And as he rubbed at the bandaged side, he spotted a bit of glow which was steady and entirely unlike a candle flame.\n\n\"It was *You*, wasn' it? Wot th'magic came from wot blinded everyone.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "When the snare snagged Marsila's body, the shifter grew agitated before attempting to escape the roped net that the hunters had trapped her in. Her claws made small tears in the netting, yet it wasn't enough to allow her any escape as the hunter tightened the rope around her body. Eventually it became impossible to move her limbs without hurting herself as the sharp needles punctured her skin. \n\nThe adrenaline began to wear off when the points skewered her, causing blood to be drawn as the needles prevented the wounds from closing. Marsila cried out as she suffered through the spikes embedding themselves into her flesh, only becoming worse when the horses rode off with her in tow. \n\nThe shifter's skin tore as she was dragged behind Atovar and the horses, never finding time to heal unless they were to stop, which she highly doubted would happen. Everyone's bodies shrank into the distance as Atovar and the trappers furthered themselves from the villagers. \n\nWhat was left of Marsila were her torn clothes and the amulet that laid hidden beneath. She wondered why she had been an idiot and shifted when she did. Even though she had been temporarily blinded by rage, she had left herself open to attacks and landed trapped by the hunters."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The mighty roar of the young lad known as Twiss echoed through the heavens and landed in Rekkan's ears. It was clear that something was very wrong but at the caravan and that Marsila was in the center of attention. The warrior had to go back. He made a promise. He had to keep his promises. The warrior ran as the madman that he was, boiling blood coursing his veins as adrenaline shot his muscles to pump hard and make a sprint past the collapsing mud men and scared mercenaries. The shamanka found herself as an obstacle and tried to move out of the way, only to see the spiral as the last shape intending to swallow her face whole. Rekkan planted her skull on the ground and dragged her for a length, sundering the earth. She was knocked out cold and battered, left to the elements for the time being as the man ran back to the caravan.\n\nHe was too late when he arrived, seeing only death and blood in the place of a slaughter. Priscilla was frantically going back and forth between the injured with Swass by her side acting as a nurse. He learned some things from her in his time injured, and more in such desperate moments.\n\nTwiss and Ymir were arguing with Antonius about Marsila's kidnapping. They wanted to take a wagon's horse to give chase to Atovar. Rekkan wasn't attentive of what was being said, rather he burst through the caravan and pushed some of the soldiers aside to make way for his heavy and imposing walk.\n\n\"Where is she?!\" He asked with a violent and deep tone, as if there was a raging inferno inside of his chest.\n\nTwiss grimaced. He knew Rekkan wasn't in the best of moods for a while, and it would only become worse with the knowledge that his friend was taken away. \"I'm sorry, Rekkan! I tried to reach her, but they were too many!\" He was about to continue, but the young man received a heavy punch square in his face. It made him reel back and stumble until his back met the ground. Ymir quickly stepped in front of Rekkan and put his hands against his chest. He tried to push the warrior off but met an unbridled beast grabbing his arms and tossing him to the side.\n\n\"Where did they go?! I'm going after them!\" Rekkan growled.\n\nAntonius intervened. \"That was the same man that attacked the village because of you! You made a promise and look at how many people died!\"\n\nYmir sat on the ground and wiped his lips of the dirt. He tried to get up and calm the two warriors down, but Rekkan was already wrapping his fingers around the veteran's neck and lifting his feet off the ground in primal rage.\n\n\"I don't care about weaklings like you! Get out of my sight!\" He roared, strength pulsing with jutted veins around his right arm as he threw the man away. \"Marsila is everything to me!\"\n\n\"And you still made a promise.\" A quieter voice joined the men. It was Thomas, the elder. \"You said you don't break your promises, Rekkan. Stop lashing out at the same people you swore to protect. Please.\"\n\nThe wanderer lowered his head. He grit his teeth, trying to swallow his anger dry. Marsila was on his mind and his words to her just the night before. Promises. Promises were what governed his broken compass of morality and kept his head on the surface, but his heart was racing and his gut telling him to leave. He said he wouldn't let anyone do her harm. And yet, he foolishly left her side. It was in him. He was mad with himself the most.\n\n\"I...\"\n\n\"I will keep his promise.\"\n\nYmir's voice made everyone look at him. Twiss got up and wiped his bleeding nose. He tasted his own crimson with his tongue. The young man knew Rekkan was out of his mind right there, he could understand him, even though he selfishly attacked him.\n\n\"Ymir, you cannot take his burden. You're one of us.\" Thomas argued calmly. \"He is a grown man and can take responsib-\"\n\n\"I am not. I've been thinking about it and decided it is time to part ways when we reach Brindelle.\" The hunter said. \"Yes, it seems like the wisest choice. I have decided to accompany Rekkan.\"\n\nYmir's words made everyone speechless. What was the reason for his statement? Even Rekkan was shook. The old man was making such decisions without even talking with him.\n\n\"I don't ask any of you to understand, but I have the feeling this is what I should do. Thus, I will take his charge here and lead you all to Brindelle. You *Will* Give this man a horse.\"\n\n\"You speak as if this was a negotiation, Ymir! What's gotten into you?\" Thomas was very surprised.\n\n\"This is no negotiation, Elder. I respect you, but we cannot keep him from going after Atovar and getting his friend back. I know all too well about losing someone important. I can't just watch him break apart. Every moment matters.\" He turned to Rekkan and smirked. \"We will speak again and my motives will be explained. They departed eastward.\"\n\nTwiss spoke out. \"To Ibethiel! That's where Swass and I came from and where we were hired by Atovar and his men! Rekkan, I'm sure that's where they are headed!\"\n\nThe wanderer cursed himself. He punched Twiss and tossed Ymir to the side and they still wanted to help him. What was making them do it? Why were they being so selfless after he literally assaulted them? Why was his mind racing backward? Why didn't Marsila's face get out of his brain? All the questions and no answer. Until he had a vision.\n\nRekkan nodded at Ymir and Twiss and rushed to one of the wagons. He was quick to cut the ropes that binded a horse to the transport and mounted it. Then, he steered the horse towards the front of the caravan and onward, a move seen with confusion by the others.\n\nBut the vision was clear. The fallen shamanka was unconsciously releasing energy and manipulating the Aether. She called out to Rekkan as if to beg for redemption. In her own deep state, all she could see was the spiral and the warrior behind it. He galloped towards her and lowered his body to catch the unconscious woman, laying her in front of him. With his instincts guiding him more than his shapeshifter filled mind. He turned to the east and was seen last skirting the caravan in the horizon. Ymir and the others continued on to Brindelle."
},
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "The thief studied the spot on her hip, pressing at the slowly forming bruise, and straight up stopping after pressing in one spot that causes her to involuntarily take in a sharp, quiet, breath.\n\nThe glow disappeared and she turned back around to face Joss, silent for a moment after his revelation, then holds out her hand, a soft white glow covering it up to her wrist \"Yea...\" She says with an almost sad sigh, the mood vanishing immediately afterwards \"If yer gonna go organise a mob or some shit, at least gimme a chance t' get outta town\" She adds with a growl, the glow on her hand fading as she folds her arms"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "After the confrontation with Atovar and his men, the refugee caravan continued its journey westward towards the capital of North Feyshore, Brindelle. Despite the odds, they had managed to use the following days with a convicted march which gave them a sight on the horizon of the bustling city. Their spirits were lifted, although some of them grew worried with the fact no news had come from Rekkan or Marsila. Ymir and the others that had been accompanying the two beings of magic were anxious to arrive at the city's walls and go about their way to make the journey back and around Lake Fey to reach Ibethiel.\n\nThe journey came to an end when the caravan stopped short of the stables just outside the perimeter where other refugees once arrived in and settled with the sanction of the governors of North Feyshore. Elder Thomas was glad that they were finally in Brindelle and ready to start anew. There was mourning to surpass and much work to be done, but he thanked those who joined the caravan and protected it even though it wasn't in their duty to do so.\n\n\"We did what we thought was right!\" Swass said. \"But we can't stick around, we have to go to Ibethiel!\"\n\nThomas frowned and shook his head slowly. He turned his blue eyes to Ymir and arched his brows. \"I take it you will go with them?\"\n\n\"Of course. My mind is made up. We will need that wagon too.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. It's theirs either way. Just like the horses.\"\n\nThe group helped the villagers unload the cargo off the wagon that Priscilla and Marsila purchased back at Astoria by trading back the medicine books of the young doctor. Then, Twiss and Swass went to the front with Ymir while Priscilla hopped on the wagon's interior with the few hunters that wanted to join them. They were eight total, with Ymir on the reins to guide the wagon to the same road they traveled. The farewell was short and almost cold, but the people were genuinely thankful that the group escorted them all the way to Brindelle. With Rekkan's promise fulfilled, Ymir focused his sight on the massive mountains that stretched in the horizon, beyond the eery forest he was sure Rekkan went through. From their location, however, Ymir decided a more direct route around the lake just as he tried to compensate the time moving away from Ibethiel.\n\nInside the wagon, Priscilla held the amulet of Marsila in her hands, joined together with it inside in a prayer for the well-being of the shifter and the swordsman. She remembered the night before the battle with a heartache, because she remembered how she flirted with Rekkan and was turned down. She was glad, though, glad that he didn't take advantage of her. Glad that he was true to his feelings and respecting of her person. Rekkan was strong and a striking individualist, but he had some traits that reminded her of Bran. He fought for what he thought was right and didn't impose his will onto others without a good reason. That was her perspective of things."
},
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss regarded the woman very warily. She went from one moment feeling that he might call a mob down upon her, to the next trying to emphasize that he was in danger with her? He didn't understand — was she actually *Trying* To get him to do this? She glowed, or could glow. That was, supposedly, the extent of it — and from what Joss had seen of magic, that was not something he feared too horribly. As he tried to work out what she could mean by more things to be scared of, given the situation, the threat she'd made back at the estate returned to his mind.\n\n\"... Right. Thought maybe you wasn' gonna go through with that beatin'. Guess no one's bluffed about it before.\"\n\nYet despite being apparently convinced she was about to thrash him right after bandaging him up, he didn't move, a sort of bitter resignation coming into his eyes. He knew full well by now that to fight back or try to run only ever made beatings worse."
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko kinda pauses when she hears this, before turning around to stare at him, folding her arms as she does, and continues to stare at him, for an uncomfortably long time.\n\nShe speaks right before the long stare gets too weird \"Why th' hell would I go through all t' effort of patchin ya up, just t' kick yer ass. I said it earlier cause either ya were gonna leave that house, or I was gonna make ya leave. But shit changed, and there's nothin t' 'go through with'\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss stared right back for some seconds, before his eyes averted. Apparently confused. \"... I don' know. Why would you go on about about how dangerous you are righ' when yer actin' like I'm gonna gather some kinda mob against you? Either way it seemed a bit backwards. An' gettin' the shit kicked outta me is pretty normal by now.\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko blinks, then kinda just, slowly brings one hand up to her face, pressing it against her forehead with a quiet sigh \"I was tryin' t' make a point ya dunce. Like, why would ya be scared of me bein able t' make a buncha pretty lights-\" Her hand sweeps out, fingers glowing dimly, as a bunch of softly glowing lights appear in the room, in a variety of colours \"-when I can do way worse without it. I go outta my way t' help ya, an' you get all freaked just cause I can light up like a candle, without th' ability t' burn anythin. And ya call me backwards\" She says, voice low, and relatively calm thoughout the spiel, the lights disappearing as she folds her arms again"
},
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss wrinkled his nose. Still didn't quite make sense to him — if she was afraid he'd gather a mob against her, why give him reason for it? Though it was true, he eyed the lights which appeared in the room with raised shoulders and apprehension. \n\n\"You know well enough about magic t'know people don' usually appreciate it much,\" He muttered. \"An' I seen *Shit* You ain't seen. Shit there ain't even words for.\" Could he be sure of that? ... Yes. He felt he could. \"If it's jus' the lights... It ain't a problem. Kinda weird thing forra thief t'learn to do anyway.\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko takes a breath, stepping back to lean against a wall \"People c'n do plenty of sick shit without magic too\" She responds, before shrugging \"Pretty sure I was born with it, so I kinda had t' learn. It does come in handy though\" She says, Joss only just seeing Emiko flick her fingers right before, quite literally, disappearing from view"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss shrugged. Of course she was right — but it was nothing on what horrors could be achieved with magic, he still felt confident. He gasped slightly as she seemed to disappear — looking round wildly: \"... Right, don' take this as nothin' wrong, but even if you made yerself invisible, how'd you — with yer clothes, I mean?\" Blatantly trying to avoid saying directly, *How'd you make your clothes disappear?*"
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko is silent for a moment, before seeming to step out of the air near Joss \"Well, I ain't naked if that's what ya mean\" She says, her voice, weirdly enough, not coming from where she is, but moreso where she *Was*. Not exactly, but close enough\n\n\"Yer also maybe a little young t' be thinkin like that bout a grown woman too\" She says, her finger stretching forward to flick him in the forehead, only instead of making contact, her finger just goes through with no consequence, like how a hand can move in front of a torch beam and feel nothing"
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss' hearing was good, unusually good, enough to confuse him when it came to where her voice was — he frowned at her throughout, looking directly at her as she flicked him without contact — though that bit surprised him, he concluded, with confused expression: \"I didn' mean like that. I jus' mean, if all y'do is lights I dunno how you'd do that — yer behind where I — see you, righ'? Like jus' a bit?\""
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{
"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "The Emiko in front of Joss vanishes, and the original one re-appears, in the same position as she was when she vanished, a grin on her face \"It ain't just makin stuff glow kid, I can control light as a whole\" She says, her voice now actually coming from where she was \"How much d'ya know about how people see and shit\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss winced, eyes leaving hers. He considered a number of lies, but felt at this point he owed the strange woman the truth, as stupid as she might find it.\n\n\"... My mum an' da are really poor. Always felt like a bit ovva burden, specially in the winter. One less mouth t'feed, righ'? An' — livin' with them now. *Hurts.* They think there's sommat really wrong wi'me. Like someone cursed me, or I musta messed wi' sommat I shouldn'. So they spend all their spare time if I'm around, talkin' about wot with me's wrong an' tryin' to fix it. Exorcisms or herbs or wotever. I jus'... I.\" He swallowed hard. \"I saw sommat they wouldn' ... They wouldn' unnerstan'. Wot they won' even *Try* To unnerstan'.\"\n\nBoth arms were wrapped around himself now. \"So I figured. I oughta apprentice myself. Find actual work, like y'said. An' I did. I was apprenticed unner a bowyer for wot — two? Over two years. It was horrible. Didn' teach me shit, jus' beat me when I did sommat wrong an' barely ever tol' me how to do it right. Locked me into a contract. Couldn' break the apprenticeship unless he deemed me ready — and trust me, that weren't gonna happen, he liked havin' me around doin' all his chores — or unless I paid off this huge fee. \n\nSo... Y'know. Started stealin' at night, coz at that point, where else am I gonna get money? You don' get *Paid* To apprentice, it's jus' to learn. He found th'money I was savin' up from th'stealin'. An' he starts goin' after me so bad, I thought he migh' kill me. Then as he's doin' it, he jus' — ups and dies. Outta nowhere. Guess he beat me too bad fer his own damn self, over-exerted maybe. So... I got outta there. Been on th'road since. I ain't apprenticin' again. It's *Awful.*\""
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko just shakes her head \"Right, so ya met one shitty 'master' and now they're all bad? Ya already made that mistake with thieves. Met one good one, then got fucked over by a couple shitty ones. They ain't suppost' contract ya or some shit, he was just an asshole. Go find a better one an' get 'em t' teach ya, there are good ones out there. More than there are good thieves. And at least then ya won't end up gettin killed\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Yet the set of the boy's jaw was stubborn and stiff. \"They *Do* Do contracts. That's like a basic part of apprenticin'. Better question is why *You* Don' go straight if you think it's such a good time? Coz I got *Shit* To do. Wot's prob'ly gonna get me killed anyway, but can't live with myself if I ignore it.\""
},
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"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "She snorts \"Last I checked, people ain't exactly eager t' take on grown women as apprentices, 'specially those with skills as... 'specific' as mine. An' yer, what, 13? 14? What the hell kinda shit have you gotta do?\""
},
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "Joss crossed his arms. \"So wot. Lie. You ain't gotta go 'round announcin' you're a thief — an' I gotta learn t'shoot a bow, an' get into places I got no business bein'. Ain't yer business why.\" Scowling deeply, eyes averted. \"Like I said, I seen some shit.\""
},
{
"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "Emiko growls lowly \"An' I've bin through some shit. And if ya go an do as well as ya did t'night, yer gonna be dead in a week, ya get that right? You bein small is about th' only advantage ya got, and its also yer weakness, since ya got no skills t' back it up, so whatever mission yer on, give it up if ya actually wanna live t' grow up\""
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"author": "bialis",
"message": "The boy stared back in a way that was not *Cold* — it was full of fury and emotion, in fact — but steadily, with conviction. \"So I'll learn t'do better. Do easier jobs. I don' care. I ain't gonna live like a coward an' jus' *Give up* On doin' wot's *Right*. An' far as I kin see, that's all that kin happen if I go straight. If yer so convinced it's the only good option, go straight yerself.\""
},
{
"author": "ronnicat",
"message": "\"Except stealin ain't right! Nothin about what you wanna do is right, why d'ya think ya gotta sneak around so much t' do it? An' from th' way I see it, yer bein a bigger coward fer not tryin t' find another apprenticeship. An' stop tellin me t' do th' same shit, kid, I got better reasons than you fer not goin straight\"\n\nEmiko drops her arms, taking a breath, and all of a sudden, it looks as though an illusion on her skin melts away, the thief's body suddenly glowing softly, the glow highlighting the multitude of old scars covering her, criss-crossing up her arms, a few larger ones peering out from under her top, even a few on her face, one narrowly missing her left eye \"I can't go an' be some god-damn apprentice cause this is what happens when I go t' sleep. This is what happens when I ain't conscious enough t' keep it hidden, an' I doubt there are a lotta people who ain't gonna go runnin straight fer th' nearest guard after seein this. But hey, if yer dumb enough t' actually throw yer life away when ya got a god-damn choice, go fer it. Git lost\""
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"author": "sulia",
"message": "Lady Elizabeth Calador \nGreymark Ancestral Home - The North Feyhore bordering Astaria\n\nThe morning air was cool against her skin, ever welcome was the feeling of it as it drew upon her, filling her senses. She stood before the massive stone structure of the keep that had been her home through the entirety of her twenty two years, its inhabitants kind enough she supposed, though always they remained wary of her, ever watching. It was not that she could see the looks that were given to her in those quiet moments, but to feel the eyes upon her, she knew. \n\n\nShe was the Lady of Greymark, the first woman to claim control of the Calador legacy despite her disability. \"Eliza! My Lady! Into the coach with ya', madam.\" The girl could not help the smile that etched its way onto her lips at the elderly, withered voice of the woman that had been charged to act as her maid. \n\n\n\"At once, Emmeline. I only wanted a moment..\" The soft grumble that she was rewarded with was one that she had come to expect of the old woman and it warmed her. \"Go on, girl! You hold up the guard! They've schedules and the like now!\" Elizabeth dipped her head obediently as the carriage door was opened to her, the coachman awaiting her hand to assist her into the coach and as she approached the carriage, that hand extended toward her to touch upon the back of her own as though to indicate his presence. \n\n\n\"Easy now, My Lady. In you go. Up.. Step.. One more.. There\" She had long ago gotten over the humiliation that came along with such dependency, yet it still posed a mild embarrassment as the tip of her small, suede shoe found the lip of the carriage to send her stumbling inside, barely catching herself against the soft velvet cushion of a bench.\n\n\"My Lady!\" The Coachmen called out, though a gloved hand lifted as if to silence him as she straightened herself upon the bench, smoothing the length of her skirts down the slender path of her legs. \"Let the girl be, Richard. She be fallin' all the time.. She gets back up!\" With a murmured \"Very well\" The door shut, securing behind her, sending her into darkness. \n\n\nDarkness. \n\nIt was how she lived her life, all was dark, as it always had been.. And no matter her power or station, it would always remain. She could have drawn the curtain, were she able to find it, allowed the vague rays of morning sun to spill into the small box that was to be her home for the next several hours, but it would have made no difference. Not to her. The soft baying of the horses, the prattle of the guardsmen outside entered the comfort of the coach as she felt it shift beneath the weight of the coachman as he climbed into his seat.\n\nBrindelle would take some time to reach, but it was imperative she herself make the journey. There was much to do, from the auctioning of her prized horse flesh, to securing the contracts required for her growing trade route. Today would prove yet to be long and arduous, but she did so enjoy the market."
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"author": "quietleakami",
"message": "Pala Kirsnik\nBrindelle market\n\nPala placed a hand on her hip and sighed, a freshly ungloved hand running down her face before sighing aloud. The exasperation from this set of movements clear to any who saw the young woman in front of the stall.\n\"I simply don't care that you think I am a magic user. That's illegal. I am no such thing, I've told you, I am a scholar! I require the parchment and ink because I must expand my book! I- what do you mean the price has gone up? Do you- ah! Do you honestly think you are the *Only* Merchant in the market with what I need? ... I- ... Well, fine. If you've gained a minor monopoly over writing tools then I suppose I'll play this game of yours.\"\nHer white clothed shoulders slouched at the answers she got and her face gradually twisted from reluctant understanding to one of mild willingness to murder. In one swift motion a black gloved fist slammed on the market table between the two of them and she spoke in a low growling tone.\n\"I **Hope** Your future business proposals go *Very* Well.\"\nOpening her fist she dropped coins on the table and snatched up her items. She paid the vendors outrageous price and moved on, steaming furious about the exchange. Grumbling aloud repeatedly about how absurd and rude humans were, as though she wasn't a full blooded human as well. The lack of social upbringing did cause her some drawbacks to understanding how people might be skeptical of her, but she still did her best, which wasn't excellent at all, to navigate the social world. Moving on she headed to another stall to purchase some fruit and exchange some meats and pelts she had brought into town, but stopped midstep as something in her gut told her to wait on the side near a stall that was boasting about some fancy perfumes. She pinched her nose lightly, doing her best not to draw attention as she waited for.. Whatever, was supposed to happen."
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"author": "sulia",
"message": "Lady Elizabeth Calador\nNorth Feyshore, Brindelle - Market Square\n\n_The carriage swayed, it's hulking weight bouncing back and forth as it's driver navigated through the ever growing throng of people that had, as always, begun to clamor toward the lively market center. The gentry were always far too quick to spend their hard(ly) earned coin, as the merchants were ever too eager to accept. The inane idea flickered through Elizabeth's mind, and for a moment her head lifted from the wall that had acted as her perch for the last several hours. \n\n\"Ho!\" A male voice boomed, its tone stricken with... Panic? Surprise? Though it was the eruption of a heightened conglomeration of yelling that seized her attention. \"Is he alright?! The boy alright?! I dare say, I didn't even see the chit!\" A boy? The horses restlessly shuffled in their position as Elizabeth arose from her bench, and pressed open the door to her carriage. \"Richard!\" She called to her driver, not caring to wait until the horses settled to make her exit, though without assistance, it was quite the ungraceful one indeed. The heel of a single, swathed foot slid directly over its intended target, and instead sent Elizabeth reeling, off balance in a sheer stumble from the safety of her temporary cage. \"Oh, damnation!\" Her once pristine appearance was just as quickly dashed as both feet landed one after the other into a darkened puddle, the resulting splash terribly soiling the bottom of her silken, pale blue skirting. \"Master Delgado! The boy, is he alright? What happened?\"_"
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"author": "quietleakami",
"message": "Pala Kirsnik\nNorth Feyshore, Brindelle - Market Square\n\nA young boy had charged out after what appeared to be a runaway... Ring toy. A stick clattered to the ground when he got hit. Seems he was playing. Pala cringed at the scene before urging her feet forth. With all the care Old lady Freda had given her she knew how to at least check what might be injured. She rushed forth, bare feet nimbly navigating around the bricks of the ground and stepping around puddles before coming to a sudden halt before the scene. She saw a woman soak herself in a puddle and a second cringe crossed her face.\nOh dear that would definitely ruin her dress if not tended to sooner rather than later.\nPala, whether ignorant of the woman's difference in station, or simply uncaring of it, spoke aloud and offered a hand towards her.\n\"The boy is over here. My hand is directly before you if you want to take it, I can lead you to him.\"\nHer voice was distinctly feminine, and from standing near such a potent perfume stand for a good bit, she smelled of... Flowers and other sweet scents. She turned her head to look towards the boy, but kept her hand level before the woman. The shouting and clamoring, it was a lot to take in. The whip of the stage coach master for the horses made her heart pick up pace but she took a deep breath and tore her sights from the leather to look at the boy. People were trying to move him..!\n\"Hey, wait don't move him yet. Oh, miss if you do wish for assistance, please do take my hand. A few people are trying to move him and that could cause further injury if he has any currently.\""
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"author": "sulia",
"message": "_Lady Elizabeth Calador\n\nNorth Feyshore, Brindelle - Market Square\n\nVoices shouted as the crowd continued to swell still as her gloved hand swiftly reached out toward the offered appendage, grasping through the darkness in earnest. Though instead of claiming the girl's fingers, she pushed at the hand, shoved it toward the child. \"Go to him! I am well enough. Go!\" \n\n\"My Lady.. Here.\" The second hand that touched her was much larger, cold metal that nipped at her skin, though she welcomed it. \"Thank you, Frederick.\" Her guard merely smiled in his casual way, his head dipping though there was little need. Milling bodies began to part as her guard guided her from the puddle, her small feet at last finding purchase on solid and blessedly dry ground._"
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nThe Siren broke through another massive wave, left over from a battle from last night. A merchant ship had thought to take the fight to them, but they now knew better. Or atleast they would have, if they were still alive. They had chosen to fight, and for their bravery they had their ship sunk. However it wasn't worth the time and energy to kill off the storm created, so the Captain just let it brew. \n\nThey were approaching land, maybe 2 hours as the crow flies. The buyer for some of the rare spices they had was on the beach and hopefully had everything they needed, plus some of the captains reqests. Not that he'd step on land. Some said that he ouldn't step on land for more than once every 7 day. Others said he just hated it. It was unknown even to many of the crew which one was true. \n\nThe captain was at the helm, sitting on his throne and watching as the other pirates manuevered the ship. He didn't do much of the actual day to day maintenance and driving. Everyone had their speciality and he had his. However he decided to give them a bit of a hand...\n**\"Spread the sails!\"** He called out, coughing after he was done. As soon as they did his eyes would crackle and the wind would increase around the ship."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nFlying used to be an effortless task. She would use the currents to her advantage, keeping her wings stretched as the wind would allow her to travel with little effort. However, it did not seem to be the case this morning as her wings ached to keep her moving forward. Her lungs began to burn as she fought against the storm, finding herself becoming exhausted from the lack of food in her stomach and the strength of these winds. Exhaustion never used to be an issue until now and it frightened her. The thought of falling into the sea terrified the Shifter, knowing it would be endless suffering if she was to do so. \n\nThe thought continued to torment her mind until her eyes caught the sight of a ship, sailing through the waves with ease. Relief flooded her body as she used all the energy she could muster to fly towards it, knowing it would allow her some rest after she tore through its crew. \n\nOnce above the ship, Cecilia tucked her wings into her body and allowed herself to drop towards the vessel, shifting just before she landed on the deck. What once was an eagle, landed as a human, crouched with her hands holding herself balanced against the rocking wooden beast. For now, she was focused on catching her breath, ignoring the cold wind that nipped at her bare skin."
},
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim \nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nAn old and gruff soldier would be right next to where she landed, frowning at her sudden appearance. This wasn't something they were used to. The sea had many mysteries but women turning into birds and birds turning into people was something new. Something that he hadn't seen before... Possibly one of the captains friends? As such he didn't go to instantly cutting her down. \n\nThe man extended a hand and touched her shoulder, the other hand going to take off his coat and give it to her. Having a naked woman on ship wouldn't do. Would distract some of the younger members of the crew to begin with. He wasn't amazingly armed but he looked tough enough. \n\nSalim would remain in his seat, looking at the ship as a whole. His dispassionate eye landed on the female... And stayed on her."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n \nThe moment she felt the warm touch against her skin, a menacing snarl tore through her throat. Without a hesitant second, the shifter twisted her upper body and wrapped her fingers around the soldier's bicep before pulling him in front of her. The small female had surprising strength which she used to snap his neck before standing up, her back straightened as she eyed the men around her with hunger. \n\n\"Who's next?\" A smirk played on her lips as she asked the crew in a mocking tone, attempting to anger them so they would charge at her. She would have to wait until she finished them off before she could allow herself to feast. \n\nTargeting the first few men closest to her, Cecilia dodged the blades while using the palm of her hands to push them further from her. A couple managed to strike into her when she was distracted but the wounds began to heal almost instantly. The wounds however didn't bother her as she passed a few of the men's swords and focused on tearing into their neck, using either her nails or teeth. The moment she had finished off one, she moved immediately to the next, questioning why she hadn't observed the crew before she landed on their ship. Thinking was never one of her attributes as she always followed her instincts over her mind."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"That would be me, then.\" Ymara stood from where she'd been sitting on one of the boxes close to the left of the upper deck this ship boasted. \nKeeping one hand on the whip that she'd passed off as a bracelet on her left arm, she approached the shapeshifter. She took small, cautious steps as to not alarm the other female, her right palm facing forwards. Ymara had been trained in riding horses and she remembered the things her instructor had told her when he'd brought a wild stallion along with him. His fiery demeanour had impressed her. It was the same here and now. She'd been watching the woman tear through the crew for a few moments, taking into account her strength and ruthlessness. \n\n\"I am not going to hurt you, I promise.\" \nHer left hand moved through the fabrics of her tunic, producing a few of the scraps she usually fed to Xerxes, who was watching from his usual spot next to her crate. Ymara had motioned for him to stay behind. Cautious, she laid the meat out in front of her, gaze still hefted on the shapeshifter in front of her."
},
{
"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nSalim would finally get up, winds around him dying down. He needed the ship stable for this. **\"Hold it lass. That there's a witchblood. Weapons won't do shill on it... Unless they're made of cold iron or silver. Get the chains!\"** He called out to his men, commanding as usual. \n\nThe ones near the anchor dropped their weapons and began hauling out hard runic silver, bound in whale Song and embossed in black pearls. They began swinging the ends around while Salim called out commands in Arabic. \n\n**\"Testing time new girl. Keep her distracted!\"** One of the soldiers would say to Ymara as she swung around the chains. Despite being near something that could kill her, excitement could be seen in her eyes. This was a hunt."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Nothern Shore\n\n\"I get why you're doing this.\" Determination shone in Ymara's eyes. \"But please don't hurt her anymore than necessary.\" They said it themselves, this was *Something* Else. \n\n\"Now-\", she drew a deep breath, trying to maintain her posture, which wasn't easy mind you, in between dodging pieces of chains and trying not to get her head bitten clean of by the woman in front of her. \n\n\"Those chains are just meant for protection - yours as much as ours. I can't promise to unchain you, not as long as you keep feeding off our men.\" Ymara's voice began to rise above the turmoil of the metal. \n\"For the time being I need you to concentrate on my voice. I know you are hungry, but feeding on humans won't do here.\"\n\nGlancing at Salim she hissed, \"I do hope you've got some meat on here, else we're going to be her next meal. And you wouldn't want that, right?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern shore\n\nThe shifter was able to hear the female as she neared yet continue to focus on avoiding any blades that came within close distance of her. The smell of human blood pooling from the murdered men overwhelmed the scent of scrapped meat, yet when she did manage to lay her eyes on it, she looked towards the female confused. The moment was short lived as she felt a blade dig deeply into her waist, causing her to cry out in anger before turning to face the man opposite of the sword with her face twisted in rage.\n\nCecilia tore through the men, listening to the woman spill out what she considered nonsense. She had to be joking right? She was speaking to her like she was some scared pup. \n\nGrabbing one of the men who lunged towards her with his weapon drawn, the shifter allowed him to near before using his weight and the force he used behind him to her advantage and lowered her back towards the ground. As she fell towards the ground, Cecilia pulled the soldier above herself before resting her feet against his abdomen and used as much strength she could muster to throw him towards the soldiers with chains and the female speaking. Once he was airborne, the shifter allowed herself to continue rolling from her back until she was once again in a crouched stance. Not leaving a minute to waste as she lunged towards the soldiers coming at her, her movements began to become more wild and erratic."
},
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nLuckily they weren't in just one spot, having surrounded her. A barbed chain would hit her lower left thigh, digging in deep. The silver sent it's metallic poison coursing through her body, the runes seeming to glow as they drank deeply of her blood. Another would wrap around her shoulder, digging in far deeper than the first. \n\n**\"Fuckin' witch...\"** One of the men would say. She had chopped off one of his hands and half his ear but he was taking it like a champ, hauling the chain with just one hand. It was wrapped around his arm and bleeding stub so he could haul it better than he could normally. **\"Bloods eyes. I'm eating bird tonight,\"** He said with a feral smile. It was hard to tell whether he meant it or not.\n\n**\"Was saving this for a leviathan... Better be worth it harlot,\"** Salim drew a long navy sabre from it's sheathe, made of beaten gold and silver into an alloy superior than steel but far more shiny. He calmly approached the shape shifter, making sure she was restrained before he got into melee range. He would keep swinging it gently, letitng the carved whalebone whistle with the wind to create a song reminescent of the ocean."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nBlood splattered against Ymara's face, if from a cut or a severed limb nearby she didn't know, nor did she care very much. The impact of the thrown solder had caused her too to stumble and drop to her knees, landing with a dull thud. Her pants, already worn by usage on the ship for two days were now ripped at the knees. Blood seeped from the cuts and she could already feel bruises forming up and down her arms. \n\nGroaning, Ymara pushed herself upwards and muttered a prayer of gratitude into the calm air. \"I've tried gentle. That didn't work out. Obviously. So now - \", the amazon woman winced as she straightened up. Upon inspection, she realised that dagger had come loose and dug itself into her lower thigh. Letting out a guttural grunt, she yanked it out, \"It's to to give the captain some backup.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nThe shifter saw nothing but red as she continued through the endless waves of bodies, tearing into them like she would when tearing into her prey. She knew the barbed chains were being thrown in her direction but could care less as she was unaware of the material it was made of. \n\nA sudden burning sensation tore through her body as one of the chains dug into her thigh, causing her to scream out in agony before having another wrapped around her shoulder. The pain was excruciating as the shifter fell to the floor, losing all the strength she had to stand. Once she felt herself vulnerable, Cecilia began snarling towards one of the soldiers who neared her with what looked to be a lethal blade. \n\nCecilia closed her eyes before she began to beg for Toula to take over her body. It would have allowed herself some time to clear her head without the agonising pain brought by the silver as it tightened against her skin. The shifter knew she was asking too much, which was confirmed when Toula refused to answer. Grinding her teeth in annoyance, her eyes snapped open and focused directly towards the Soldier with the Sabre. He would feel a slight shift in his head as she forced herself to link with his mind, enabling him to hear her mentally as she gave a sudden ear piercing scream which could be heard by no one but himself."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nOh lord. She had hit one of his personal triggers. He hated being messed with in the head. He'd killed witches for less. His mind was his own, and no one elses. He gritted his teeth and hit himself in the side with the pommel of the sabre, hard enough to make a noise. Then again. **\"Skank's screaming. Sweet Ocean Mother... A head of gold for whoever shuts her up!\"** Words were hard with the screaming resounding in his skull, so he forced himself to make small sentences.\n\nMore Chains would be thrown on her, binding her tight. They weren't trying to kill her. THat much was sure atleast. However the wayfor the final blow, to knock her out was open, to be taken by Ymara if she wanted it. There were plenty who would take it if she didn't. A whole head of gold!\n\nInternally Salim was plotting bloody violence upon this filthy witch... Before a calmer mind prevailed. THere was an opportunity for profit here. Like always. All he had to do was grab it... And make the skank stop screaming!"
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara bit her lip, hoping that the pain would clear her head, bring her back to reality. A small, practically nonexistent part of her brain marvelled at the scene in front of her. No amount of literature or sailors tales could've prepared her for that. \n\nA sardonic grin on her face, she strode forward, careful to avoid the snapping teeth and screeching fingernails. She didn't care much about the reward, no. The true reward was, and had always been - the adrenaline surging through her veins, just as it did now. Blood dripped onto her linen shirt. To any onlooker she looked like a maniac - well, so did everyone else on this ship. \n\nBy now, she's reached the creature, who looked more like a wounded animal then anything else. \n\"Hello sweetheart. It's time to hit the sack, well, wood - if I'm being realistic.\"\nQuick as lightening, she turned her dagger around, pulled her knee up and let both muscle and pommel clash on the creature's head and chin respectively. Ymara used the creature's stunned state to her advantage, stuffing the blade between her own teeth, she used both her hands to clash against her ears, hoping the shatter the 'Skanks\" Eardrum."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nJust off the Northern shore\n\nHer brows furrowed as she continued to narrow her eyes towards the soldier, her screaming continuing while she watched him suffer under her torment. It almost brought a smirk to her pale lips until more chains began to wrap around her, causing her voice to silence temporarily. Unfortunately for the soldier, it didn't last long as she once again began to scream in his head. The shifter had been tortured many times with silver, increasing her tolerance for pain which she was able to use to her advantage. \n\nShe could feel her screams growing weak as the silver worked its way further into her bloodstream, her eyes lining with red from the force she used to keep their minds linked while struggling to escape her bounds. \n\nOnce she heard the female's voice, Cecilia did her best to ignore the female, continued to focus on the soldier in front of her. Her focus was short lived as her voice left the soldier's mind when the female began digging the end of her blade into her head. Eventually, the shifter felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as her snarling ceased, falling unconscious due to her injuries and the final blow. She was now in a fragile state as her body laid limp against the wooden floor of the deck. If she were to wake, the shifter would suffer a painful migraine from her shattered eardrums, unable to heal until she was released from the silver."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nHe pretty much just froze, unwilling or unable to take any further actions. Too loud... If he acted now, he'd probably end up sinking a blade into her neck. Which would make this whole fight into a loss. Instead, he waited for her to stop being so damn noisy before taking his next action.\n\nThe crew was baying for blood. She had killed their own, and this was usually a death sentence. Keyword Usually. Some of the veteran members of the crew knew better. Killing her accomplished nothing. The Captain would have something up his sleeve. He always did. Some way to make this into a profitable side thing, rather than it being nothing more than an attack on his ship. There was always a way, but the current consensus was slavery. Salim wasn't the biggest fan of slaves but he wasn't a freer. Very few people he got were sold into slavery, only for heinous crimes like the one just commited by the bird lady.\n\nIt'd take Salim a few minutes to regain control of his senses and get back to full cool thought. He sounded in pain, but much calmer as he relayed orders. **\"Akkie, clean up the dead. Toruba pick up all the wounded and drop them in the sick bay. Ysmara and Real. Take her to your area, dress her up nice. Plenty of silver adornments, and a molten clasp bangle to each of her limbs so she can't take it off. Bring her to my private quarters after. Savvy?\"** He clapped his hands and everyone went to their respective jobs while he took a seat back."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Nothern Shore\n\nSpitting out her dagger, Ymara replied with a grim \"Aye, aye, captain.\" \nShe didn't usually like hurting people but figured that what had to be done was necessary. Shooting a glance at Real, she jerked her head into the direction of the motionless figure on the floor, sprawled out in front of her. \nPicking up her blade again, she cleaned in on her tunic and strapped it back into its holster. Better be safe than sorry. \n\"If she's anything like the sirens I've heard about, we better gag and blind her. We wouldn't want another *Incident*. She looked at the coat, now discarded on the floor. \"This'll have to do. Wait up.\"\n\nYmara ripped strands of cloth from the coat, gagging the creature and pulling another strip over her eyes. \n\n\"Let's do this, then.\" With another glance at Real, she untied the creature and hauled one half of her onto her shoulders, growling at her companion to do the same. Together, they went below deck, throwing her onto the wooden floor in one of the cells. Making sure that her chains were tight, Ymara sent her companion for the clothes and jewellery Salim had requested. Once in possession of the silk blue dress, Ymara glanced at Real, who whimpered. \nScoffing, she rolled her eyes. \"Coward.\" Sighing, she pulled the dress over the creatures body, the silk rippling over her bones. \"It's a shame, really:\", she muttered, while pulling a silver necklace over her opponent's head. \nOnce satisfied, she and Real set off to the Captain's quarters, chaining her again once there. \n\nTaking a deep breath, Ymara bellowed, \"Salim, in here!\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nSilver continued to spread through her veins as the chains dug into her paling skin, preventing the shifter from healing. She laid against the caged floor motionless, unconscious as her body attempted to heal around the tainted flesh while allowing her mind to rest. A passing eye would have thought she was dead if it wasn't for the faint rising of her chest. \n\nThe silver jewellery that was forced on her corpse like body had already begun mark, the scarlet burns contrasting against her lightening skin, similar to an allergic reaction or a burn. Fortunately, the chains from before were no longer cutting into her skin as they were replaced with new ones once they had reached the Captain's quarters. This allowed her flesh to begin its healing process at a faster pace along with her damaged eardrums, her unconscious state assisting in her body's recovery.\n\nThe shifter had chosen the wrong ship to board and attack, a similar habit that tend to pattern her life along with her poor choices."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n**\"Ah... Sweet Abyss, don't call me that!\"** His voice suddenly hit a panic filled high when he heard his name. This was the most emotion anyone (PCs atleast) would have heard from him, and he'd make a sign using his chopped off pinky, his pointer finger and his thumb, saying something quickly in arabic. **\"Lass... You're new to the seas aren't you? It's bad luck to call your captain by his first name or without his title. Very Bad Luck. It's just Captain. Captain Al-Akari works as well. Just... Don't do it again,\"** Like most sailors, Salim was *Very* Superstitious. \n\nHe would then move aside to let the two in. **\"Ymara. You are dismissed. You can either join us for dinner or enjoy the revels on the shore. Your call,\"** He was perturbed by the bad luck put on by the usage of his name, but tried to hide it. Not too successful to say the least. \n\n**\"Now... Good lady witchblood. If We could have your name? Ymara be a dear and ungag her. Unblind fold her as well. Tie her chain to the table but leave her hands be. She'll need to eat will she not?\"** There was quite a feast on the table. A whole hog, untouched by Salim because of religion, with an apple in it's mouth was close to her along with a shark split clean in half. There were some seaweed salads on the side. On Salim's half of the table there was whale flipper fried, a sea leviathans head roasted, lamb shanks and a peacock. Clearly he had extravagant tastes."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara grinned. \"Will do, Captain. My apologies. I forgot you were superstitious folk. I swear on Sytheon that that won't happen again. If needed, I'll go up to the helm and unravel my female mysteries.\", she chuckled. \n\n\"If you'll allow me to advise you, Captain? I wouldn't remove the blindfold just yet. I may be wrong, but after what happened up there-\", she gestured vaguely, before continuing, the taste of blood still in her mouth. She'd overdone it, as usual. \n\"- I think at least part of her power stems from her eyes. One of us could feed her, if need be. Although I doubt that she'll be very cooperative...\" \n\nThat being said, Ymara took the chain into her hands and tied it swiftly onto the iron lever which was embedded in the wooden table. \n\"Showoff...\", she muttered affectionately as soon as her gaze fell onto the laden table. \"Without asking, she took a seat next to the prisoner and bit into an apple she withdrew from her bag, using her other hand and a knive to draw one of the salads close."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nThe shifter remained silent as she listened to the two converse with each other. She allowed the female to guide her as she had been blinded with cloth, sitting down when she felt the wooden seat against the back of her knees. Cecilia was still in a lot of pain from the jewels she was forced to wear but she could smell the feast that had been laid out on the table, that was enough to distract her mind as her stomach produced a loud growl. \n\nWhen the gag was removed from her mouth, Cecilia couldn't help the smirk that formed on her lips when Ymara suggested they keep the blindfold on. It amused her, the way she assumed it was her eyes that allowed her to speak into another's mind. \n\n\"You're an observant one, aren't you?\" She questioned, cocking her head slightly as she did so. Cecilia decided to play along with it, as it may become useful for the shifter if they weren't to know. \"It makes me slightly glad that I didn't kill you, yet.\" It was surprising how cocky she sounded, seeing how she was chained, blinded and had silver jewels burning into her skin.\n\nNow focusing on the 'Captain', the shifter questioned herself on whether or not she should hand her name to him. Considering the amount of bounties that we're placed on her head, she decided against it and went for a shortened version of her birth name. \"Bella. And if you don't mind, the necklace is unnecessary and if your goal is for me to eat, it would be best to remove it.\" \n\nIt was a lie when she mentioned how it would prevent her to eat. Cecilia wanted the necklace removed from her neck before it could cause a permanent scar in the shape of the necklace. She already had enough scarring on her body and didn't need this to be added to the collection. \n\n\"You already have silver wrapped around my wrists, so it's quite pointless and if you do so, I promise to not say your name. I could smell the fear when Ymara spoke it.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n**\"Still. I wish to look her in the eyes. No sense in being afraid. And Ymara my dear I have ears. If it isn't satisfactory, I can get far more opulent meals for you? Cut out of your share of course,\"** He nodded to her as she sat down, nudging the salad to her.\n\n**\"Bella. A weak name. Yet it is yours... No matter. Ymara, Take off her Necklace. Misbehave and I'll tie you up by it,\"** He took a bite out of the head, pretending to savor it. He personally wasn't the biggest fan. It was mostly for show, but he couldn't let them know that.\n\n**Now you on your lonesome have managed to make a profitable mission with no deaths, into one of mourning,\"** He didn't say it in an accusing manner, more like it was a fact. **\"I expect recompense. Do you have any suggestions on how?\"** He was curious to how she planned to, whether she would. Either way he had his own ideas. Whether it left her alive or free was up to her."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Oh, don't worry... Captain.\" Ymara spit out the apple's core into a brass can and grinned. \n\"I appreciate the display. It was all in good fun. But your sense of humour isn't that... Extensive, I'm beginning to see.\"\nTurning to their captive, she adopted a sultry voice. \"I do have to say, you know have to compliment a lass. I'm going to take the necklace off now. No biting, love.\" \nThat being said, she reached around the woman's neck and unclasped the necklace, catching it with one hand and dropping it in front of the only male currently present in the room. \n\n\"Observation is one of the most important qualities, no need of rushing into battle if you don't want your head sliced clean off.\", Ymara paused and turned to Bella. \"How's the headache? And the nausea? I'm surprised you can form sentences already.\"\n\nDigging into the seaweed salad, she savoured the earthy yet marine flavour that came along with it. When she'd told the Captain that she chosen long ago to spare animals from suffering for her culinary enjoyment, he'd mumbled something in Arabic, cocked an eyebrow and told the ship's cook to stock up on vegetables, seaweed and fruit. She'd been surprised at his compliance, considering she'd just joined his crew. But, as she'd pointed out to him, fresh fruit also lessened the chance of contracting scurvy. \n\n\"Captain, mind if I take some of that hog for Xerxes?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nJust off the northern shore\n\nThe shifter did her best to prevent a growl from forming as he insulted her, finding it triggering when he spoke of her name being *Weak*. Taking a calming breath, Cecilia waited for her blindfold and the necklace to be removed before looking down towards her chest and rubbed the agitated flesh, noticing how her skin bore a marking similar to a burn. Luckily it would only mark her for a few hours, rather than being permanent. \n\n\"How about I don't continue to try and murder the rest of your crew when you let your guard down?\" She answered the Captain, doing her best to not smirk as she didn't want them to feel like she was taunting them. She would rather not have that necklace placed back on her. Looking towards the table, she almost drooled at the amount of food placed in front of them. \n\nShe didn't hesitate when she ripped one of the hog's legs from its body with ease. When she ate, she didn't care for manners and ate in a feral manner, devouring the meat like it was her last meal. As the woman spoke, she paused her feasting and chuckled. \n\n\"It's a pain in the damn ass but bareable. Thankyou for that by the way.\" Her voice dripped sarcasm at the last sentence. In all her life, no one has gone out of their way to burst her eardrums. \"I tend to heal quite fast. The pain is usually gone by now but thanks to your jewels and chains, I'm healing slower than usual.\""
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{
"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"But my dear, I was trying to be humorous? Clearly I have failed,\" He said smiling a little and exposing gold capped teeth. \"No matter... Who is this Xerxes? And Of course. Take the whole hog if our friend here leaves any, I don't eat pig,\" \n\nHe then turned to Cecilia. \"I'm not one to mince words. Here are your options. Either I tear off your fingers, cut out your tongue and burn out your eyes before selling you at the nearest port. I'll make sure to rub silver dust into the wounds so they don't regrow either. People pay good prices for defanged shapeshifters... Anything i'm forgetting? Oh yes. Brand your very bones with silver. You'll survive but don't expect anything more,\" He took a bite out of a pear before putting it aside. \"Does that sound acceptable? I have other options if it's not,\" He had only named one but had many other precautions in place incase he had to do it. She really had chosen the wrong ship to land on. Salim would profit from this one way or the other.\n\n\"Your other option forces you to wear silver jewels, but you'll be paid in blood, gold and food,\" He added more as an afterthought."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara rolled her eyes, pushing the now empty plate away from her, before letting out sharp whistle. Moments later, a huge dark canine bolted down the stairs into the room. \n\"Good boy.\" Stretching her left in the general direction of the table, she hissed, \"Have at it.\" \n\nGrowling happily, Xerxes lunged at the, well, *Remains* Of the hog on the table. \nA glint of mischief in her eyes, Ymara let out a dry chuckle, before filling water from a jug into her now empty plate, setting it down near the edge of the table. Seemingly satisfied, Xerxes finished his meal and put his rather impressive forepaws on the table on both sides of the makeshift bowl, guzzling its content. \nHe then turned his gaze towards it's master and back on the wooden floor.\n\"What is it, my sweet? A middle finger? Why would you- oh the bloody bastard Kelk. Trying to make himself at home in my hammock huh? Well, you showed him. Good job.\" She let two of her fingers caress the fur behind the dogs ears, wincing as he headbutted her into her definitely bruised arm.\nLooking back up again, she stated, \"Say hello to my little friend, Xerxes.\" The dog barked and showed its teeth."
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{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the North Shore\n\nHer stomach dropped as he mentioned what one of his options were, her face paling. She could remember the last time she had been dismembered like it had happened yesterday. One of her worst memories was when she had lost an eye to a silver blade. Placing the leg bone which had been stripped of its meat down, she lowered her eyes, no longer feeling hungry. She knew that would change in a few minutes but for now, she felt nauseous at the thought. \"And your other option? Which involves the 'jewels'?\"\n\nShe could care less about gold and was confused with what he meant by 'blood'. Did he want her to fight? While wearing silver? Tightening her lips, she was lost in thought until she noticed a Canine's scent before he appeared. Her head snapped towards the canine and studied it carefully as Ymara allowed him to feed. She didn't enjoy the thought of an animal being a pet, yet she forced herself to bite her tongue. She had to be careful around these humans, fearing their threats. She would rather be murdered than what he had planned for her. \n\nWhen the canine barked towards her, she smiled towards him in a friendly manner. She cared more for animals she could shift into or similar than she did humans. It calmed her in a way, the fact there was a animal on the ship she got along well with. Seeing how she couldn't eat the rest of the hog as the dog had now claimed it, the shifter went for something different, avoiding the plants as she disliked them greatly. \"He's cute.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Ah. The mutt. I hope he enjoys it,\" He looked displeased by the middle finger seen. They were his crew after all, and he disliked them fighting. But he knew Better than to involve himself in such things unless it got serious and was brought to him. Bad blood was made worse when authority came along. \n\n\"Alternatively. You fight for me. Repay your debt in blood. Join my crew and regain your freedom. I want fifty thousand Gold for each member killed in your assault and 25 for each injured. I'll let you free after that, to stay or slaughter other ships as you wish. This is a one time offer,\" He personally thought it was a decent deal. She got to keep her freedom and got a hot meal, money and a chance to travel out of it. But it was her cal. \n\n\"Failing that I resort to my first measure. If you could tell soon though? I can get to work right now if it's the first,\" He tapped his knife and spoon together and smiled. It would send shivers down both Ymara and Cecilia's spines, showing another side that was kept carefully leashed. \"Silver Cutlery,\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara laughed out loud at 'Bella'. \"Thank you, although I'm not to sure he appreciates being called that.\" \nTurning to the Captain, she nodded. \"Thank you, Captain, I think he does. Kelk will probably bugger off now. If he doesn't, who knows...\", she trailed off, cleaning her knife off on the table and spotting her reflection in the mirror provided by the blade. \n\nGoodness gracious, she was a sight to behold. A large, dripping cut on her forehead, her cheekbones accentuated by a plethora of bruises. Her right eyes was almost swollen shut. Xerxes saw her frown and put his paw on her hand, licking it. \"Thank you.\" Ymara murmured. \n\nSuddenly, the sound over silver clashing against each other made her shiver. Trying to overplay her body's reaction, she joked, \"Cutlery? Now it's getting exiting.\" In truth, she didn't really like the thought of the Captain doing things, whatever they were. She believed in the divine, yes, but this was something else. It made her feel uneasy."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nTurning her attention back to the Captain, Cecilia furrowed her brows when he spoke of her second option. She knew this option would be quite difficult, the shifter instantly weakened when silver touched her but it was an option she knew she would enjoy. \"There is one complication with your plan.\" \n\nWhen Ymara spoke up, she gave her a small shrug before turning back to the Captain. \"If you couldn't tell when I was killing off your men, silver instantly weakens me and prevent me from shifting. That makes it incredibly difficult for me to kill.\" \n\nShe was being honest with him, even though she preferred not to tell him more information about herself that he may not know. Looking down towards her wrists, she took a deep breath before raising her eyes back towards him. \"I'm struggling enough as is to push the pain to the back of my head, a pain that would distract me when fighting and slows my healing which can become a problem. Imagine putting a red metal against your skin, fresh from the flame. That's what it currently feels like and I may not show it but my wrists kill. I've just mastered masking it.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Hmm. I can't control you without it. I've seen people fight with molten iron strapped to their skin. I'll reduce the silver to two bangles, held on your wrists. If I see any suspicious behavior, i'll begin adding more on,\"** He nodded his head and motioned to Ymara.\n\n**\"Be a doll, and take off the rest of the jewels except the bangles and the leg chain,\" He said to ymara before turning back to Cecillia. \"The leg chain will stay on while you sleep and are on my ship unmonitored. Don't want my new birdie flying away now do i?\"**"
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"I swear to Sytheon, you're gonna kill us all Captain.\" Ymara grunted, getting up and doing what Salim had told her to, even though every inch of her protested against it - in hindsight that could also be due to her numerous injuries. \n\nWincing, she moved away from the shapeshifter. \"So, is there anything else you can turn into, except for an eagle?\" Somehow, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She saw some squid on the table, and squished it against the left side of her face. Seeing her companions' faces, she growled, \"Shut up, I know I look ridiculous but that swelling has to go down.\"\n\n\"Could you teach me your technique, Bella? Looks like I might need it more often.\" She stretched out her hand and placed a jug of wine in front of the other woman. \"You have to be thirsty.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nDid he even listen to her? A small defeated sigh left her lips before leaning back against her seat. She would have to let him find out himself that she was unable to shift when attached to silver. Deciding to leave it be, she focused on warning him about the bitch in her head. \n\n\"Me flying away will be the least of your worries.\" Before she was able to warn him about Toula, Ymara once again spoke up and questioned her about her shifting abilities. Reaching across the table, she reached for a shark fun and tore it from its body to have a taste. The shifter had never tasted fish before, let alone a shark. The taste was horrid to say the least, causing her to scrunch her nose in distaste before throwing it over her shoulder. She didn't care about making a mess in the Captain's quarters, already growing a hatred towards him for keeping silver attached to her. \n\n\"You'll know when you see it.\" She replied regarding her shifting, leaving the question about her 'technique' alone as she didn't understand what she meant by that. Looking towards the wine that had been placed in front of her, Cecilia curled her lips in disgust. \"I prefer water, It taste less like shit.\" \n\nTurning back to face the Captain, she recalled what she was about to tell him. \"I should warn you about Toula. She's what you could call a voice in my head and when my emotions are heightened, she has the ability to take over my body. You think I'm bad? She's worse.\""
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{
"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n**\"Good lass... Toula? She seems like... Fun. I'd like to meet her. Not now but eventually,\"** He mused before pushing away his plate. He was done. \n\n**\"I'll have Ymara in charge of giving you your sword and armor. Unless you prefer to fight with bare hands?\"** He didn't reallly care either way. \n\n**\"Ymara if you'd do that now?\"** I'm really tired so last reply for the night."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Well, the water tastes more like algae, but ultimately it's up to you.\" Ymara let the squid fall down and exchanged the wine for water. \nPointing the knife at the Captain before tearing into another salad, she let out a snarl. \"I stand corrected, you definitely *Do* Seem to have a death wish.\"\n\"I've dealt with your kind before, I think.\" A shudder ran through her, goosebumps appearing all over her arms. Reaching up absentmindedly, Ymara realised that the swelling had gone down. A flicker of light in this hellhole. \n\"Longsword, shortsword? Two-hander? Or an axe?\" A cat-like grin spread over her face. Ouch. Even smiling hurt, for heavens' sake. Damn this situation. \n\n\"You seem to do quite well, even without armour. Equally good... Endowed elsewhere , or so I've seen.\"\n\nWhat in all the heavens was wrong with her. Focus, you little... Ymara was stopped in her thoughts by a whining Xerxes."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nThe shifter glanced between the two as they spoke of armour and swords. She couldn't believe they were willing to place a sword in her hands yet not allow her to shift? She couldn't even argue as they seemed to have their minds set on it. Could she blame them though? They were correct about their assumptions as the moment she was able to shift, she would get as far as she could from this ship. \n\n\"Armour will only slow my movements and is quite pointless unless their weapons are silver. Which I highly doubt, considering it's not a metal known for its strength.\" She trusted her healing would be adequate enough though felt an unease when Ymara began listing possible weapons. \"I haven't held a weapon for over half a decade.\" \n\nThe last time she had trained with a sword was when she worked under the pirate king, before she betrayed him. Something that seemed common when it came to Cecilia."
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{
"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"I'm a pirate my dear. Of course I have a death wish,\" He said with an actual laugh, as if she'd made a joke. \"Now i'll leave you to teach her what is needed. You are dismissed,\"\n\nHe cocked an eyebrow at her obvious attraction to the shifter. \"It seems like someone else has a bigger one...\" Ah but there were now emotions involved. She might not be able to cut down the shifter if need be. Well... If she failed that was that. String her up across the mast. Although... This meant the beauty known as Julian was free for his affections. Something He planned to take full advantage of. \n\n\"I don't care Bella. If you die you die, if you live you live. If you choose not to wear armor that's your choice. But you'd be surprised how common silver weaponry is on the seas,\" Leviathans hated them so many carried em. \n\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle\nThe Witch's Tit Inn\n\nThe wind howled wildly, causing the wooden shutters of the Northshore's most controversially named tavern to bang loudly in the moonlit night. The most pompous of Brindelle's citizens would say that the Witch's Tit was a 'disgrace' and 'an absolutely foul destination that draws the drunkards and undesirables out of the wet holes they live in like moths to a garbage fire'. Indeed, the building with its crude hanging sign depicting its namesake and smoky windows was a peculiar sight among the neatly cobbled streets and the elegant stone architecture that it was nestled between. No self-respecting noble man or woman would have been caught *Alive* In the godsforsaken pisshole. \nWhich is why Sir Heath Romanov, who was neither self-respecting nor exactly alive, found the Witch's Tit to be a perfectly pleasant place to spend his night. However, his blood was as noble as it got in the Northshore. His sister was the Queen of the entire kingdom and he was the spawn of a family richer than the gods. It was, unfortunately, Heath's burden to bear and he frequently chose to bear it with a barrel of rum. \n\"Another pitcher, sir?\" The barmaid asked sweetly as she pressed her tray against her popped hip. Her voice was barely audible over the roar of laughter that sounded from a few tables over and the fast strum of the mandolin. Heath raised his bloodshot eyes and flashed her a *Toothy grin*.\n\"Two, to save you a trip,\" He replied, pushing his overgrown blond locks behind his ear. \n\n\"Oh I promise you that I *Do not* Mind the trips over here,\" She laughed with a wink. \n\"Well, then two because I'm a drunk and expecting a friend,\" Heath said. The barmaid abruptly stopped laughing and muttered something about bringing it 'right away' before she disappeared into the thickening smoke that loomed from the countless pipes that the patrons puffed on."
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{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nThere was no point complaining to this man, realising there was no excuse she could come up with to convince him to rid her of the silver. She could only hope she wouldn't become more mad than she already was by the lack of shifting. \n\n\"This is going to suck.\" She muttered under her breath, planning his death in her mind and the many different ways she could accomplish it. Perhaps poison him when he least expected it, she had all she needed in her veins. \n\n\n\n\n\nCecilia Lyanah \nBrindelle \nThe Witch's tit tavern\n\nAs she neared the tavern, the shifter pinched her lips together in uncertainty. It had been a long time since she saw her old friend, having betrayed him countless of times. It had gotten to the point where she was unsure on whether they had a grudge against each other or not. However, after he had revived her and retrieve her body, Cecilia couldn't find a reason to hold a grudge against him like she would anyone else. You could say he was the only human she had a soft spot for. \n\nA couple men walked out the bar with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, attempting to carry each other as they left the tavern completely wasted. It was something she envied at times, being drunk. It looked incredible fun unless your name was Heath Romanov and found yourself passed out in a ditch or in some kind of trouble that may lead to death. That man had issues. Almost as much as herself. \n\nAs she passed the tavern doors, the stench caused her nose to scrunch in disgust. Forcing herself to keep everything in her stomach as she made her way to the male facing opposite of her. She studied the barmaid he spoke with before rolling her eyes as she noticed the two flirting with each other. Typical. \"When are you not drunk Heath? I'm surprised your liver hasn't given out yet. And that you haven't caught an infection from the many whores I assume you still sleep with.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Heath Romanov\nBrindelle \nThe Witch's Tit Inn\n\nThe barmaid crinkled her nose at Cecilia and walked away from Heath, not wanting to catch whatever infection the girl was referencing. \n\"I thought I smelled dog,\" Heath said as the grating voice of his oldest friend cut through the hazy air. Heath tilted his chair back and rocked it slowly as Cecilia took her seat. \"I'm a married man, Cecilia... I only whored when I thought my wife was dead,\" He said, taking a swig from his mug. \"Do you like the location I chose? I wanted to find a place where I was certain I wouldn't be recognized with the likes of you.\" The tavern started to get increasingly louder as an obvious tension filled the room. The barmaids had disappeared back into the kitchen to avoid the rowdiness that was sure to ensue. \n\n\"THIS IS FOR MYRTLE!\" A bearded man bellowed, lifting a squirming man high above his head. Heath glanced over and sighed as the man was flung in the direction of their table. He lifted his mug off the wooden surface just before the man came crashing down, effectively splintering the table in half. Blood ran from his mouth as he wheezed on the ground. \n\"I know Myrtle. This,\" Heath gestured to the half-dead man, \"Was not worth it.\" Had Cecilia been a normal girl, Heath would have felt guilty for bringing her to such an unsavory place. Luckily for him, she was not a normal girl. She was a dog-girl."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nBrindelle\nThe Witch's Tit Inn\n\nThe tavern was one of the places she preferred to avoid, considering the noise would become too much for her sensitive hearing at times. Heath was smart to pick a place similar to this, knowing most of the men here were incredibly intoxicated or couldn't give a rats ass about the two. \n\n\"Why Heath, I feel so loved.\" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she placed her hand on her chest with a feigned smile. The tips of her nails were unclean, darkened by the blood that crusted beneath from her previous meal while her hands were covered in dirt from a recent shift. She was never the one for cleanliness and never cared for another's opinion about herself. Probably why she found it so easy to betray those who were stupid enough to trust her. Cecilia suddenly scraped the legs of her chair against the floor as she pushed her chair back when she noticed a man being flung in their direction. \n\n\"Update me. Who is Myrtle?\" She wanted to leave this place immediately, finding the noise was becoming unsettling. Too loud. Reaching up, Cecilia pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed deeply. \"Why does this always fucking happen? Every. Fucking. Time.\" This was one of the many reasons why the shifter avoided towns, let alone taverns. Shaking her head, Cecilia pushed her annoyance to the back of her mind so she wouldn't snap and join in on the fight. She knew it wouldn't be difficult to silence the group but wanted to focus on catching up with her old 'friend'. \"Next time I choose the location.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"We'll make do, then.\" Ymara stood up from the table. \"Wait a second, I'll be right back - then again, you can't really do much, anyways. My mistake.\" \n\nWith that, the amazon vanished in a flurry or linen and black fur as Xerxes was on her heel, seemingly automatically. Rummaging through the deck below, she soon found two sturdy wooden sticks, each one about 10 inches in length. Just as she was about to snatch them from a shelf above her head, a strand of hair fell into her face, blocking her view. Annoyed, Ymara let out a sharp breath which sent her hair flying back - for a minute. \n\"Sytheon's balls!\", she cursed, marvelling at how much a few days at sea in the company of pirates and/or sailors had changed the way she spoke. If her father had heard her... But that didn't matter. He was at home. \nFinally her fingertips connected with the wood and she stuffed the make-shift practise swords in her bag. Closing it, she felt movement on her thigh - her dagger. An idea popped into her mind. \nSlowly but surely, she unsheathed her weapon, took it into her left hand and loosened the stip of cloth in her hair with her right. Ymara shuddered as she felt her looks touch her shoulders. The one thing that her parents always had control over. Memories flooded her mind.\n\n'Gideon, please. She was only trying to help me. She has friends at the docks...'\n Her father's reply had cut into Ymara's heart as though as he had stabbed her with a knife. 'Friends that almost got her killed, Tamara. Because she looked too much like... One of them. I'm one of Terresols most esteemed tutors. How will it look like if my daughter is beaten to a pulp? She needs to behave more than a proper lady, for Sytheon's sake, she looks more like Pan everyday.'\n'Oh, so now it's not your ungodly working hours that allow you to confuse your own children with each other? She's done nothing wrong.'\n'I've always said, this *Girl* Attracts more trouble than she's worth. She's growing her hair out and first thing tomorrow, you are going to buy her some new clothes. Something more appropriate. And that's it, I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense!' \nIron hinges creaked, as a wooden door slammed shut. Two rooms up the hall, Ymara was rocking back and forth - Xerxes, who had been resting his head on her knees, stood and licked her face, while her brother Pan was quietly sitting on the other end of her bed, squeezing her uninjured shoulder.\n\nBy now, Ymara's breaths had become ragged, her vision starting to blur. \"Pull. Yourself. Together\", she murmured. Finding a silver bowl, she turned it on its head and began using it as a mirror. \nBreathe in, breathe out. One after the other, curls fell to the floor, surrounding the sobbing woman in a semi-circle. A few minutes later, she grinned, letting out a relieved scream. It was over. Stepping away, she ran a hand through her hair, which was now cropped close to her scalp. \nTaking a few more minutes to calm herself, Ymara finally went up again, throwing one of the sticks at Bella. \n\"Now - let's get out of here, shall we?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nIf only she could make their wishes come true. There was no point in continuing her attempts to be allowed to shift, realising she would have to learn how to fight like a human. When Ymara suddenly rose from her seat, Cecilia arched her brow towards the female's choice of words. Was she attempting to make a joke? Anyhow, the shifter simply rolled her eyes and focus on eating as much as she could before the woman's return. The captain's presence made her feel anxious when left alone in his quarters, doing her best to avoid further conversation with him while chained like some pet or prisoner. Though she could be classed as the latter. \n\nIt took quite some time for Ymara to return, though when she did, Cecilia couldn't help but stare at her. She looked unrecognisable with her shortened hair and would have doubted it was her if it wasn't for her scent. It brought back memories of when she had her hair shortened to the same length, an attempt by the pirate king to disguise her when she was working under him. Before she betrayed him. It wasn't her brightest moment. \n\nCecilia's hand shot up in time to grab the stick that was thrown at her before pointing to the chain wrapped around her. \"I can't exactly 'get out of here.' Though I am more than happy to.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"See something you like?\" Ymara chuckled. \"Good reflexes.\" Moving closer to the shapeshifter, she took the chain, untied it and let it clatter to the floor. \"I'm trusting you on this. Don't make me regret it.\"\n\nShe then proceeded to grab Bella's shoulder and steer her out of the dining room towards what her father had always called a 'dojo', about two rooms down the hall. Producing a small metallic pin from her bag, Ymara took about a minute to pick the look. \nShooting a look at the woman she'd dragged across the ship, she moved a finger to her lips. \"Don't tell the Captain. Although I'm still a bit curious as to why the keep this thing locked anyways. There's nothing of importance in there.\"\nThe door opened with a slight 'creak' and allowed the two women to gaze into an elliptical room. Wooden tiles on the floor and walls. Ropes on the sides. An abandoned desk sat in the left corner, complete with ink and parchment. Why, Ymara didn't know - nor did she particularly want to. \n\nExtending her left arm forward, she gazed back at Bella. Instead, Xerxes shot forward, barking exitedly. Ymara laughed. \"I was about to say ladies first...\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\n\"And where would I go?\" She asked while rolling her eyes before she was lead by the shoulder, away from the Captain's quarters. \n\nWhen they reached a set of doors, Cecilia's brows shot up in surprise as the female in front of her began picking at the lock. This Ymara was eccentric to say the least. As the door opened, the shifter remained silent before taking a step through the door, her eyes gazing around the room as she felt herself become slightly nauseous. Being a shifter who could fly, she rarely ever found herself on a ship and if she did, she wouldn't remain on it for long. However, she had no voice in this matter as she was forced to endure her oncoming sea sickness. \n\n\"The pup's fine.\" Cecilia commented, knowing the canine was much older than a pup yet knew it had the mentality of one in an excited state. She began to walk towards the centre of the room, her eyes soaking in every detail of it before turning to face the human female. \"Don't worry, I plan on avoiding the Captain at all cost.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmare strode into the room, closing the door behind them. Scanning her surroundings, she noticed a piece of chalk in one of the drawers in the back. Picking it up, she kneeled and drew a large rectangle on the floor, diving it approximately in the middle with a thick line. Getting up again, she threw the chalk to the side and dusted off her hands.\n\nShe then placed herself into the square on the left, motioning for Bella to take the place opposite her. \"Now, I know it's been a while, but how much do you remember?\" Using three fingers, she got the identical stick out of her bag. \"We'll be starting with this, then working our way up to a sword.\"\n\nBreathing out once, she pointed to the left of her and Xerxes strode over. \"Now that he's out of harms way...\", she trailed off, widening her stance. \n\"Let's go, Bella. Show me what you've got.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nA deep sigh left her lips. Ok they were really doing this. Following her instructions, Cecilia stepped into the square opposite Ymara while using her free hand to rub the flesh around the silver bangles as her wrists ached badly. \n\n\"I barely remember a thing to be honest.\" She spoke truthfully, never finding the need to remember the techniques that had been taught to her. The stick spun easily between her fingers before landing in her palm, raising the wood in front of herself. \"You see, I'm used to playing dirty.\"\n\nPlacing her left foot behind her, Cecilia went for a simple attack, knowing nothing else as she swung the stick, aiming to swipe the arm Ymara held her stick in as an attempt to disarm her. She wanted to get this 'training' session over and done with. \"I feel like a child doing this.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"You and me both.\" Ymara dodged Bella's attack and dived for the floor, arms at her sides in attempt to swipe the other woman off her feet. It had been a while since she'd been in actual, professional hand-to-hand combat, but she wasn't about to let Bella in on that little secret. \n\nSuddenly bolting upright, Ymara used the stick to swipe from right to left, approximately at the height of Bella's ankles. Her scar began to singe and she hissed in annoyance. \"Bugger off, damn it!\" \n\nWhy on earth the Captain had chosen her to train the shapeshifter, she didn't know. Now her body was protesting as well. Being thrown around like a bag of rice twice in one day obviously didn't become Ymara."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nHer reflexes were quick as she sprung both legs off the floor, allowing Ymara to swipe beneath her feet before landing in a crouch. Using her stick, she intercepted the female's attack as the wood clashed with her own. \"I might not be a doctor but I do think it's incredibly idiotic that you're not resting. Probably more idiotic than myself for attacking this ship.\"\n\nAs she focused her weapon on trapping Ymara's, Cecilia used her free hand to attempt to slam her opponent in the chest. She was careful not to use all her strength, knowing the outcome may not be great if she severely injured her. Even though the silver pained her and kept her from shifting, she still had great strength behind her movements. \"How did you even meet the Captain?\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nAs she received a hit to the chest, all of the remaining oxygen fled from Ymara's lungs and she retched. Gathering herself, she got onto her knees, then onto her feet, swaying a little. \n\"Good job.\" A scowl manifested itself on Ymara's face as she replied, \"Well idiocy is apparently more common than both of us thought.\" She yanked her stick from Bella's. \n\"In an Inn. Drunk and pissed as hell. Like I'm beginning to feel now. Only without the drunk part. Which makes my state of mind significantly worse.\"\nUsing Bella's currently distracted state, she formed her right hand into a fist and let it shoot forward, right into the other female's gut. \n\n\"Now I'm beginning to wish I never did, you know?\" Ymara continued, as if she'd done nothing more than water some flowers. \"As much as he says otherwise, at the end of the day all of us are expandable. I just needed the money. I have it now.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nJust off the Northern Shore \n\nFeeling the hit just above her abdomen, Cecilia clenched her teeth and stumbled back slightly as the female in front of her packed quite the punch. After her attack from above the deck, the shifter was still quite fragile from the barbed chains and silver that had entered her system. Recovering quickly, she couldn't help the smile that cracked her face, amused by the short rant given. \n\n\"You see, money has never been an issue for me.\" She began as she continued her attack, aiming more to disarm Ymara rather than harming her as she already looked like she had been through hell today. Unlike herself, humans healed at a painfully slow rate so she would need to be careful to avoid facing the Captain's wrath. \"I need food? I hunt my prey in the forest. I need clothes? I steal from others or from corpses. I need shelter? There are plenty of abandoned houses left by peasants who have either succumbed to illness or have moved to another kingdom.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nA satisfied smirk ran over Ymara's face as she saw what her successful hit had entailed. Not quite out of it yet, she thought while trying to parry hit after hit. Some parries were successful, some were not. Regardless of the pain, Ymara enjoyed the sparrig. It had been years since she'd had a partner who didn't go easy on her just because she was a woman. \n\n\"Definitely sounds interesting\", Ymara panted, as they each took a few moments to regain their posture. \"Not necessarily lawful, but then again working under a pirate isn't either. \"\nSomething within her posed the next question. \"Do you think I'd be cut out for it? I don't know if I can do this much longer.\" Ymara wiped the sweat from her forehead and spit blood into a corner."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust of the northern shore\n\nCecilia had to admit, she was enjoying the spar too. It wasn't often that she would go hand in hand combat with another that wouldn't result in death. When Ymara mentioned how her actions weren't lawful, she did her best to remain her composure so she would laugh. She didn't want this human to think she was befriending her. \"You're gonna talk about not being lawful when you literally saw me kill many of your men not long ago? I'm just disappointed I never got to eat a single body.\" \n\nWhen she questioned her on whether she would make it as a pirate, Cecilia lowered her hands to her side before cocking her head. \"Honestly? You shouldn't care about whether or not you're cut out for it. Coin is coin, though the whole vegetarian thing has me very confused.\" \n\nHer nose scrunched at the thought of a plant based diet. Something she noticed about Ymara when they were eating in the captain's quarters. She couldn't imagine putting herself through that misery as she preferred a completely carnivorous diet."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust Off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara pulled a face. \"My men?\", she scoffed, \"The only man I care about isn't even human. The others? Wrong place at the wrong time. Macho behaviour. They only see as far as their dick goes, which-\", she laughed horasely, \"Usually isn't too far.\"\n\nResuming her fighting stance, Ymara continued, \"You did me a favour, if I'm being honest.\" Advancing on Bella, she manoeuvred herself out of harm's way every time a hit threatened to stick. \n\n\"The vegetarian thing is part of my charm.\", she grinned, \"- in case you hadn't noticed. It's not as bad as it looks like. After a few weeks, you get used to it. I just don't get why animals should suffer, just so I can eat a few more meals. Seems unreasonable.\" She shrugged and jumped a few inches in the air, as Bella tried to land a strike on her legs."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nAs she notice her return to a fighting stance, Cecilia mimicked Ymara in body movements as they once again began to fight. She was surprised with how the female lacked in empathy towards those she had murdered earlier, claiming she could care less about their lives. \"You're not too bad for a human. You actually don't suck as bad as the rest.\" \n\nThe shifter and Ymara continued to fight, feeling herself drain of energy due to the silver affecting her. Usually, Cecilia found it difficult to exhaust herself unless she had shifted many times during a short period. \"So I'm guessing you have a plan for when you've earned enough coin from the Captain? And can we take a break? These jewels are fucking killing me.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"I'm taking that as a compliment. You really don't suck as much as I'd thought, either.\" Ymara let out a sigh, as the other female suggested a break. Chuckling, she dropped the stick and let herself slump on the floor, right there and then. She didn't much like to admit it, but her body told her that she couldn't continue much longer. \n\nHolding a finger up in the air as a way of non-verbally telling Bella to wait, she got out a small flask from within her folded tunic, which she had discarded earlier. \n\"Julian used up the big one yesterday but this one should work too. Small dosages onto your wrists. May I? You'll only hurt yourself further.\" \n\nListening intently to Bella, Ymara let out a huff. \"Not really, no. My incentive is to get out of here as soon as possible. There's a ship one of the sailors talked about. More of a brothel, really. Might try my luck there.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"A brothel aye? So you plan on becoming a harlot in other words?\" She questioned. Not to judge but because she was curious. The shifter stretched her neck to the side until multiple audible pops could be heard, similar to a cracking sound before doing the other side. \"I would tell you to be careful, but I couldn't really care less.\" \n\nDropping her stick, Cecilia allowed herself to sit against the wooden floor while taking deep breaths. She watched Ymara carefully, her eyes landing on the flask she held before furrowing her brows. She was unsure on whether or not to trust the female in front of her. The shifter held her hands to her hands to her chest until she was answered her following question. \"What is it?\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Might as well try it out, huh? Once the ship is spotted we could try and make a run for it. I could make up an excuse to get you with me.\" Ymara took a swig out of her bottle, before cracking each of her knuckles in turn. \n\n\"I'm sure the other captain would behave differently, granted you don't murder their crew. Again.\" She then crossed her arms behind her head, steadying her breathing. The break was indeed very welcome. \"Tis the life, I suppose.\"\n\nGlancing toward Bella, she realised that she too had begun to relax. \"Ointment. Unless you'd rather continue hurting. Old habits die hard. I usually avoid hurting people. Emphasis on usually.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Ointment wouldn't do anything but there is no harm in trying. As long as these silver bangles remain, my skin will just continue burning when touched by the metal.\" She couldn't tell whether Ymara was lying to her or not regarding the two making a run for it so she did her best to resist the temptation. Perhaps she could test this human and if she would stay true to her word. \"And my real name is Cecilia. I gave the Captain a close to fake name, in case he knows of the bounties on my head.\" \n\nHer mind was confused, trying to process what was going on between them. She had to admit she missed having a friendship with someone who wasn't part of a noble family or hunted down. Ever since Toula had made an appearance, Cecilia had found it difficult to trust her emotions around people as she could never promise to not hurt them. \"I doubt the captain would allow me off this ship without his watchful eye. If I could get close enough, I might be able to kill him in his sleep or poison him. Whichever comes first.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Suit yourself.\" Ymara's mind flew back to the time she'd said those exact words, only this time, the recipient was in chains. There was also the aspect of sex, which Ymara ignored. She wasn't about to do it with *Everyone* On this ship. Julian had proved herself to be just the distraction, she had needed. \nBooze and women. Sytheon behold, she was starting to sound like a villain. Which, she supposed, she was. No matter. \n\n\"I'm still Ymara. Yet I suppose it's best that I have another name in the back of my mind, just to be sure. Want to help me out?\"\nShe slapped the stick on the wood, once, twice - mind racing.\n\n\"Killing the captain, then mutiny. Sounds like fun.\" Suddenly, the wall opposite her shifted, revealing a passage. \"What-?\", For once the study-turned-warrior was speechless."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle\nThe Witch's Tit Inn\n\nHeath reached down and pulled the bloodied man to his feet. The man wobbled, still discombobulated from when his skull cracked the tabletop. \"For Myrtle, mate,\" Heath said to him before shoving him in the direction of his bearded former opponent. The Bloodied swung and decked the Bearded, effectively causing another uproar among the patrons. Cider and fists flew through the air and the mandolin player picked up the pace of his strumming. Heath flashed Cecilia a lazy smile before gesturing to the door. \n\n\"Myrtle is really not someone you'd write home about. But I've heard that all of her teeth fell out and that she is making the most of her situation,\" Heath informed Cecilia once they walked out of the ear-piercing bedlam. He paused to light up a cigarette and took a long drag before pulling it from his lips and holding it out for Cecilia. \"You'll chose the location over my fucking dead body. I'm sorry, but I would rather *Not* Catch up with you in the forest while you gorge yourself on a bear carcass. Never again,\" He muttered, trying with all his might not to relive the scene. He'd gotten more than his fair share of lifetime fill of seeing Cecilia tear the liver out of large bovine creatures with only her teeth."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nBrindelle\nThe Witch's Tit Inn\n\nCecilia visibly cringed as Heath explained who this Myrtle was, just as everyone decided to join in on the fight. So they were attacking each other over who she assumed was a whore. She was slightly relieved that the North shore hadn't changed drastically since she left. There was always some form of drama that surrounded the two where either the people around them were killing each other or someone was attacking Heath or herself. \n\n\"You've heard this or have you experienced her yourself?\" She questioned him before waving her hand to pass off the cigarette. It seemed that no matter how long they were apart, Heath always knew Cecilia's exact plans. \"And how did you know I was going to suggest the ocean? Perhaps I wanted to take a nice stroll near the shore.\" \n\nA cheeky grin rose on her lips as she looked towards a disturbed Heath before reaching towards his head and ruffled his hair like one would to a child. \"Don't worry Heathy, I'll replace those memories with something different. Perhaps something more gruesome.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle \n\nHeath furrowed his brow, putting the cigarette out on the side of the Witch's Tit. \"I never mentioned you mentioning the ocean, but I suppose we can go there. There's not an area in the Northshore that isn't a stone's throw away from the waters.\" Cecilia had her head frozen in a snow bank for nearly three months. Heath was not surprised that she was not making much sense. He hopped on his toes, shuddering against a particularly nippy gust of wind. \"I can assure you that I've never step foot into *Myrtle's Mouth*.\" *Myrtle's Mouth* Was the least popular brothel in the kingdom. It famously smelled of mildew, mice, and foot rot. The brothel's Madame was rumored to be a young boy in a bad wig made of lamb's wool dipped in tomato soup. No amount of inner lechery could convince Heath, First Knight of the most noble and pure kingdom of the Northshore, to ever grace the place with his presence. \n\"So... Have you learned how to swim yet?\" Heath asked Cecilia as they walked. He had no clue as to whether or not she ever *Couldn't* Swim. He simply chose to assume she was inadequate in every skill until she proved otherwise, which she rarely ever did."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nBrindelle\n\nCecilia slapped her forehead at her mistake before letting out an annoyed huff. She didn't know why she said the ocean as she meant the forest. \"You know what I meant.\" She muttered in annoyance as she walked beside Heath, First Knight of the LEAST noble and pure Kingdom Marin had to offer. Cecilia could be delusional at most times, yet Heath brought it to a different level. Her eyes gazed out towards the ocean as the sandy breeze caused her hair to whip at her neck and face before turning to give Heath a tight lipped expression. \n\n\"When have you ever seen me swim Heath? Or have you already become senile and lost most of your memories?\" She questioned with a taunting tone. There was never a reason for Cecilia to learn how to swim, she never found herself walking deep enough into the ocean or a lake where she would need to. \"I'm glad you haven't been to that brothel though, you don't want to catch whatever Cleburne bad when he murdered that poor mermaid.\" \n\nShe hadn't witnessed that event but it had been the talk of the castle when it had happened. She was surprised the gossip hadn't leaked to the public when it had."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nThis human truly intrigued the shifter. Ymara was speaking to her like a friend and now she was discussing with Cecilia whether or not they should kill the Captain. She thought it would be *Fun*? Every time this female spoke, Cecilia felt herself becoming more comfortable around her compared to most other humans she had met in her life. There were only a few she could tolerate and only one she was able to befriend. \"Honestly? I suck at making up names. Bella is a shortened version of Arabella, which is my birth name so I'm not imaginative when it comes to that.\"\n\nShe was about to question her on her comment but was disrupted when the wall revealed a small passage. This ship was definitely full of tricks and the way Ymara gaped at the sudden passage, Cecilia could only assume one thing. \"I'm guessing you don't know about that?\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara blinked and stuttered out, \"Of c-course I did, isn't that what all walls do?\" Damn it, even when she was surprised she apparently couldn't keep the sarcasm from coming on strong. \nNervously, she backed up, instinctively moving closer to the only other human-like person in the room. For some odd reason - she wasn't able to pinpoint it exactly, at least not yet - some kind of bond had formed between the two of them. If it was the adrenaline, the fighting, the eerie taste for bringing sleazy people to justice... She didn't know. Somehow she liked it even more because of that.\n\n\"So, I should just go for, say: Braveblade? Knock-your-head-in?\". Whip in hand Ymara crept forward. \"I feel a sudden need to explore. Join me? If we really want to do this, it's best to know as much as we can about this ship.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle \nThe Shoreline \n\n\"Cecilia, I can assure you that I had no clue as to what you meant, for I am not a mutt, such as yourself. *Therefore*, I am incapable of thinking like one,\" He said over the roar of the waves that crashed to the shore. Their hair was whipped wildly by the salty winds that were carried off the ocean. In the distance, the terrifying silhouettes of the towering stone statues that rose straight from the waters loomed, frozen in offensive stances designed to frighten those who dared sail to their shores. Six statues, for six gods. Heath scoffed in their direction. \n\"I've never seen you swim. Thankfully, we aren't joined at the hip and I was wondering if you finally learned during our considerable time apart from each other,\" He said, flicking her forehead. He wondered if she even maintained feeling in her head after the frostbite. From the snowbank. In which he froze her head. He laughed at her comment about Cleburn. \nHad she asked, he would have assured her that he *Had* Leaked that information to the public long ago. \n\"Would you like to learn now?\" He asked, leading them closer to the angry waters. \"How to swim, that is?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nBrindelle \nThe Shoreline\n\n\"Asshole. I'm glad we aren't because you would drive me insane.\" She growled out softly as she rubbed her forehead. More insane than she already was. As they neared the water, her eyes narrowed towards the back of Heath's head, suspicious of what he had planned. \"If you plan on drowning me, I *Will* Return to filling your house with rodents and reptiles.\" Even though he was her closest friend, she wouldn't hesitate in making his life a living hell for her own amusement, let alone payback.\n\"Is learning to swim necessary?\" She questioned while looking towards the statues. Were *They* Necessary? She always doubted the gods existed, assuming they were made up by royals as an attempt to control their subjects. \nShe walked close enough towards the shore for the water to lap at her feet, rising towards her ankles before returning back to the ocean. The waves made her nervous. The way they had the ability to grow taller than herself during periods of time. However, she would rather be out here with Heath than back in the tavern where there was most likely a brawl occurring."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "\"I'd say it's very necessary. You like provoking pirates. What if one day they have you walk the plank? You could shift into one of your bigger forms, like that awful horse, to break your bonds, but what would become of you after that? You'd sink to the bottom of the sea ,\" Heath said, matter-of-factly. \"It also wouldn't kill you to take a leisurely swim once in a while. You'd smell better.\" He taught his son how to swim when he was just three years of age. He figured Cecilia had about the same level of brain development, so it could not have been an impossible task."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nBrindelle \nThe Shoreline\n\n\"I'd kill them before they had the chance. Otherwise I would fly because I *Do* Have a bird form.\" She replied simply with a shrug. However, the alcoholic had a point. \"And I haven't provoked a pirate in months. What makes you think I will start doing that now?\" Cecilia asked, not realising that in a few weeks, she would be doing exactly that. Cecilia reached to the hem of her shirt before she began to peel it off her body, undressing herself so her clothes wouldn't become drenched. They were the only clothing she had in her possession and she didn't plan on walking around in soaked clothing for the rest of the day. Plus she knew her nudity made Heath feel uncomfortable so that was another reason. \nOnce bare, the shifter turned around for a split second to throw her clothes onto the sand before once again facing the ocean. Taking a few steps further into the water, the cool liquid began to rise to her knees as small bumbs began to form, covering her body. It was bloody freezing."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith \nBrindelle, Northshore\n\nThe inn that Daemon had taken him to had ended in chaos. He'd not meant to start a brawl, and even after it had started, he couldn't figure a way to finish it. He wasn't a fighter at all, but Daemon had that glint in his eyes of joy that only a man who loved chaos could have. Fists were one thing, but the moment the man pulled a blade, accusing Mikhail of _somehow_ cheating the dice in his favor, he'd panicked. He'd tried to pull Daemon away, but a swing of the blade towards them both and something _clicked_ in his mind. \n\nA split second had passed before he found himself landing blows he'd never thrown before. His mind fogged, seeing red for the duration of the brawl. A good hit had the blade lodged into his shoulder, his bad one -of course, and the smell of blood filled the inn along with the piss ale that everyone had been suffering through. \n\nIt had flipped a switch, and before he knew it the man was dead beneath him, and all he could taste was blood in his mouth. Daemon had pulled him off the bastard, but the moment Daemon gasped out a _\"What the hell _ are _ you?\"_ he was gone. \n\nHe didn't know, he'd been looking for the question for that for almost a year now. And to find it in the form of a mouthful of blood in a tavern on the outskirts of Astoria was just _perfect._ \n\nTheir horses were tied, and he took his, turning it North and heading towards the only other man he knew who _might_ have any firsthand idea of what was happening to him."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nShe very much doubted that Ymara was speaking the truth as her facial expressions and the way she stuttered told the shifter otherwise. She didn't understand the human was being sarcastic. Standing up from the floor, Cecilia dropped the stick to her side and made her way towards the passage, not fearing it the way Ymara did at first. \n\n\"I am definitely joining you.\" She chuckled, observing the passage before entering. The shifter didn't understand why Ymara needed a weapon, there were no signs of danger from what Cecilia could smell or hear. \"There's nothing with a pulse inside that I can hear.\" \n\nTurning her focus back towards the human, Cecilia gave her a smirk. \"But to be safe, you should take the silver jewels off so I can attack anything that could bring us harm.\""
},
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara let out a dry chuckle. \"Unlike you I can't just transform into something else, so excuse me if I want to keep my guard up.\" Glancing behind her, she added, \"Although I'm pretty sure that the stick won't do much good. Or bad, for that matter.\"\n\n\"Traps don't necessarily have a pulse either and they could kill you.\", she turned, \"- as soon as I spot anything where your eagle might bring us an advantage, I'll unlock those.\"\n\nAdvancing further, she noticed that the gateway widened, slowly but surely getting illuminated by a torch on the wall. How it had gotten there or how the fire kept burning, she had no idea. Finally, the narrow path opened up to a circular study, not too dissimilar to the one they had just exited. A huge desk dominated the room, on it were numerous scrolls and pieces of empty parchment. A chandelier stood on the edge of a small drawer to the left and cast shadows onto an impresssive wooden chair, with the armrests ending in carved out lions.\nYmara let out an almost silent whistle of appreciation. \n\n\"What do we have here?\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shorew\n\nShe had a point. At times, Cecilia would forget about how fragile a human could be. She was just thankful that if they did find themselves in danger, Ymara was willing to set her free. Though she would most likely save herself while Ymara was forced to deal with what ever threat they faced alone. It was a habit she couldn't rid herself of. \n\nOnce they approached a similar room to the last, Cecilia's brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the area surrounding her. She separated from Ymara and began her own search, doing her best to find something that would give her an understanding of the room they found themselves in.Unfortunately for any scrolls she found, cecilia was illiterate and found it difficult to read words that weren't pronounced the way same way they were written. She had the knowledge of a child when it came to reading. The only time she had ever learnt how to read was when she worked for the pirate king. \"Usually people with secret rooms have something to hide.\"\n\nShe wasn't about to tell Ymara about her lack of ability to read, finding it embarrassing as everyone else she knew was able to."
},
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Not Really A PC Lmao\nJust Off the Northern Shore\n\nThere would be a bunch of scrolls over legends of the sea, with little crossed out bits and corrections in a strange form of Arabic, usually reserved for scholars. There would be a whole section of scrolls in pictograms though. Well I say scrolls but they were more stone tablets, covered with old seaweed and almost faded with water exposure. Obviously hauled from the depths of the ocean. There would be 5 scrolls of a weird color. If approached it would be clear that they were written in parts of the body. Shifting Skin, Beating heart, Breathing lungs, Thinking Brain and Twisting Muscle, each left alive by some profane ancient magic and enlayed with solid bone. The words would shift occasonally giving a glimpse of something more. They were arranged in a runic pattern, best not to disturb them right?\n\nThere would be an excess number of doors in the room. 4 for each cardinal point of the compass including the one they came out of. That was the northern point. The North Star guides us home after all."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara followed Cecilia's example and proceeded in inspecting the room. Out of habit, her right hand went to her head, for some reason the lack of hair surprised her, even now. Sheepishly, she withdrew her hand and found itself back at the clasp of her bag. She withdrew a slim black staff, almost 12 inches in length. Her wrist made a flourishing motion and from the cap of the staff protruded a small, spiked sphere. Satisfied, Ymara held the staff about an arm-length in front of her, alternating between pointing it to the walls and floor. Better safe than sorry. \n\nCurious as she was, Ymara looked over at the different scrolls. Arabic, that much was clear. And while she had profound knowledge of the language found in and around the Middlelands, her grasp of other tongues was scarce. She'd picked up bits and pieces of other languages spoken by the people near the harbour but that was it. There had been instances where she'd been coached by Xion, a beauty from the far south. But those \"Lessons\" Had usually ended in Ymara hanging from a beam in one of the warehouses, trying to read scrolls upside down while Xion had talked and trailed kisses down her back. \n\n\"You're right. Those don't look like anything I've ever really seen before. The only thing I can gauge from them is that they've been here for a long while.\" Almost subconsciously, her voice had dropped to a whisper. \"Knowing the big guy, they're probably records for blackmail. Or maps for treasure hunting.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nAs Cecilia continued her search through the Captain's office, the big ol fearless shifter found herself incredibly disturbed when she came across the flesh with written words on it. She couldn't imagine how he had come upon them. \"I don't say this often but I am officially creeped out by the Captain.\" \n\nTurning from the desk, the shifter turned towards the door closest to her, pursing her lips together as she was not enjoying what she had found so far. She opened the door but not before she took a deep breath, as if she was steadying herself for what she may encounter. Fortunately, it was a library and nothing horrifying. The size of the library in front of her caused her eyes to widen in surprise and amazement. \"There has to be magic involved.\" \n\nShe wasn't necessarily talking to Ymara but rather herself. \"It's like an illusion. You would never imagine this from the sight of the ship.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "The library was stacked to heavens, easily the equal of any library in the mainland. But unlike the normal ones, this library was laced with magic. Cecillia could feel the aura of silver at places and every so often if they stopped moving, they'd hear a footstep, as if something stopped right after them. THere was skittering of rats... Except they were bigger than any rat they'd ever heard. Whispers could be heard from some of the books. Unknown to Ceccilia and Ymara, this may be one of the greatest collections of arcane sea lore on the seas. Definetly beat anything they had on the mainland. Whine most of the books were in normal leather, a few were in bone. The best of the books, or atleast themost well guarded were made of living gem. FInally upon a pedestal in what seemed to be the middle fo the room (But it went too far to tell) was a book that radiated power. It flickered through pages on it's own, but never seemed to reachthe end of the book."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nMouth agape, Ymara followed Cecilia quietly. This had to be a dream... Right? A pinch to her biceps later, she found that it in fact was *Not*. The only thing that this action had changed was that there would be another bruise forming on her arm. Grunting, she thought to herself that there had to be another alternative to discern a dream from reality. If she kept going like that, she'd resemble a bouquet of flower more than she would an actual human being. \n\n\"There definitely is magic involved, ancient one too, I'll bet.\" Somehow, Ymara had found her voice again. Her eyes travelled along the rows upon rows of books, colour vanishing from her face. \n\"But is the illusion the ship or rather this room? I definitely do not trust this, whatever it is. I think it's best if we don't touch anything no matter how much we or...\", she paused, remembering how the shapeshifter had seemed overwhelmed by the scrolls, \"I might want to. I'm not even sure I'd want to read what's written in them, even if I could.\" She shuddered. \"Those things back there creeped the hell out of me.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Erik Sucher and Sgt. Jax Brightwater\nHolding Cells somewhere in Brindelle\n***PREVIOUSLY ON FIGHT CLUB***\n\nErik Sucher, the Giant Beast, had a simple mind, and a drive for combat. The Hammer Wielding Titan was obsessed with the idea of finding his perfect opponent, the man who had the skill to best him in combat and end his life. The gentle hulk of a man always relied on his size and strength, and it had always been dependable. There had never been a challenge he couldn't conquer with his hammer, until now that is. Erik had come to the Northern Shore, searching the truth in a rumor he overheard about a man he was hunting, however a mishap involving the destruction of a rather lovely eating establishment had resulted in Erik meeting his current opponent. Jax Brightwater, the Disgraced Knight, one of the last remaining graduates of the old Feyshorian Academy, stood across from the unstoppable monstrosity. The man we now know as Jax was a ghost of the boy who once stood among the royal guard. The eyes that once held a bright fire of discovery now held the cold steel of a man who knew too much. The smiling clean-shaven face that had never heard of Viking's Blood was now bearded, and grim, the smell of cheap whiskey always faintly permeating the air around him. His shining armor was replaced by a faded uniform of Brindelle's town watch, the mark of Sergeant upon his breast. The only thing that slightly resembled his former self was the sword he carried on his left hip. The metal gleamed from hours of being polished in such a way that even in the dark holding cells it seemed to glow, the intricate handguard showing the telltale signs of weeks worth of carving and design. This was no tool being carried by some footman in the line, no, this was an instrument, and Sir Jax Brightwater, The Feyshorian Exile, was its artist. The air between these two paragons of combat was electric. The Titan who sought out combat, and the soldier who can't escape war. \nJax unsheathed his sword."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Erik Sucher and Sgt. Jax Brightwater\nHolding Cells somewhere in Brindelle\n\n\"I didn't think you'd be that eager for round two.\" Jax's voice broke the silence that infected the bowels of his precinct, the point of his sword raising towards the humongous jail bird. A low, deep rumble was coming from Erik. Was it laughter?\n\"Brave words coming from such a small man.\" His voice was deep and strained, as if he were speaking through teeth that were as clenched as the giant fists that held debris of what once was this man's cage door as a pair of improvised clubs. Jax didn't answer, although he was dying to remind Erik of the kick that landed him in that cell in the first place. Jax bent his knees slightly, the practiced stance of his sword style resurfacing with the familiarity of a genuine Feyshorian sword in his hands, a style now practiced by only a few remaining souls. Erik retorted by hunkering down, as if he were a bull about to charge, a quiet growl in Erik's throat only driving the bestial points of his stance even further.\nIt was only another second before he charged, the twin pieces of rough iron lashing out with that ferocious power that can only be reached through a berserker's rage. Jax was impressed by the man's speed, being so taken aback that he actually had to step back from the first few attacks. It was true Erik's strength was epic, and yet the smaller knight managed to meet each one of his strikes with his own blade. His wrist flicked back and forth with each of his parries, seemingly moving with effortless ease despite the immense force behind each swing. The unrefined iron of the jail bars created sparks as they met with the tempered steel, minuscule shavings of metal freckled the cheeks and faces of the men locked in combat. The violent screeching cascaded against the walls of the empty stone building the precinct called its home."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nJust off the northern shore\n\nShaking her head, Cecilia began to walk backwards, returning herself to the study they found themselves in originally. She did her best to avoid gazing at the desk and focused on the passage they came through. \"I can't do this. I have to leave.\" \n\nHer heart began to pace which was a rarity for the Shifter. She didn't get frightened often but magic and silver were two of her biggest fears. What made it worse was the fact that she was weakened by the jewels forced on her and her body ached, like she was a human who had done an intensive workout the previous day without stretching. \"My sense of smell and my hearing is the same as a human right now. I wouldn't be able to tell if the Captain was coming so we should go before we get caught.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nNoticing the shifter's obvious discomfort, Ymara decided it was best to obey. \"We we *Never* In here, got it?\", she got out between clenched teeth, still holding out her trap detector. Once she reached the study where they'd started out, she flicked her wrist once again, causing the device to shrink back into her palm. Stuffing it back into her bag, Ymara straighened and patted down her clothes. \"Just to make sure I didn't catch anything.\", she murmured half to herself, half to Cecilia. \n\n\"Soo, where to next? Are you feeling better?\" Concern edged her voice. The pain was probably unlike anything she had experienced so far but she prided herself on being a pretty decent empath. \"And what do we tell the Captain?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"As best as I can feel I guess.\" She replied with a light shrug of her shoulders. Her wounds were completely healed and she didn't have as bad hunger pains as she did earlier, so this was the probably the greatest she was going to feel until she became free. Cecilia stretched her fingers before cracking her knuckles, her eyes moving towards the human female she was able to tolerate. What were they to tell the Captain? She figured that was for Ymara to figure out. \n\n\"Honestly? I could care less what you tell him but I *Promise* To keep this room between the two of us.\" She didn't want to risk having to suffer the Captain's wrath if he found out, the room had a hidden passage for a reason and she doubted he wanted anyone to witness what they had."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Salim's Deck Crew\nJust off the northern Shore\n\nThere would be a clanking and a soft screeing from behind them and a flurry of curses, enough to make their ears bleed if they were in a cartoon. It was a puny haggard man, with lanky limbs and glass for teeth. Sharp, edged glass shards that seemed to be naturally growing from his mouth. It didn't seem to give him any speech impediments though. Atleast none were heard when he began talking and said in a whisper of a voice. \n\"You shouldn't be here. The Captain won't like this. Need to tell the captain. Protect the Library,\" He said half to himself and half to them. \"Out! Out and come with to Captain for punishment,\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Aaand there it is.\" Ymara commented dryly. Miraculously, she barely flinched at the appearance of the... Whatever it was. She attributed it to her lack of sleep and type of company. Letting her gaze travel up and down the newcomer, Ymara gripped her whip tighter, leather leaving imprints on her skin. Mentally, she ran a tally of her chances: fight in her hurt state? Not likely. At the same time, she didn't feel like running. Cowardice didn't become her. \n\nShe turned to Cecilia, shrugging. \"What do you suggest we do? I'll untie you at the last minute, if even. I hate deserters. And unless you can turn into a crowbar, I don't think your forms can help us out here.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\nLooking towards the hideous looking troll thing before turning towards Ymara, Cecilia brought her hands in front of her as the bangles still burnt into her wrists. \"I could easily kill him if you just takes these fuckers off. I don't need to shift fully, I can simply rip out his heart.\"\n\nThere was a bored tone in her voice laced with annoyance. The shifter wanted to quickly kill this man without any hassle, always finding murder the simplest solution. \"This thing is going to tell the Captain. I wouldn't even be able to escape because it takes energy to fully shift and I'm fucking exhausted .\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Salims Deck Crew\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nPretty bold of you to assume he didn't speak common! He would give a small shriek of laughter before continuing in the same tone. \"You? Kill me? Captain Mark my...*Skiyah*. No touch spirit,\" Once again there was some deep ass voodoo going on here. However he would flick a Long ass glass whip into his hand, all jagged and pointy ends, clearly meant to cause pain. In his other hand he would show fingernails, grown Long without maintenance and sharpened to a point. \n\nHe would take a step back, circling with his back foot and grinning. Almost as if he wanted death. Which considering the ambience... Wouldn't be the weirdest thing happening here. A Long snake like tongue would flick out of his mouth, somehow avoiding getting cut before retracting back in."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\n\"Fine.\" Ymara grunted, moving closer to the shifter to get her out of her bangles, pressing down into both her palms with two fingers of each hand. The bangles fell to the floor with a dull thud. \n\"Should I distract him or do you just want to...\", she trailed off, making vague hand gestures in the process. \nShe stepped back, pinching the bridge of her nose. \"Sytheon knows I need a break, fuck.\"\n\n\"I think I'll just tell him the truth. Well, most of it.\", Ymara suddenly hid her right hand behind her back. \"Let's dance, shall we?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off North Shore\n\nShe could care less about whatever the man was doing as she did her best to drown him out. His screeching felt like nails to a chalk board and wanted it to end quickly, she was glad Ymara decided to free her. \n\nHer demeanour instantly changed when she no longer felt that agonising burn on her wrists. The shifter's eyes which were once brown were now glowing blue as a sadistic grin crawled onto her lips. A tingling sensation filled her finger tips, her nails then reformed into nail's which tips could easily slice into flesh. \"Thankyou, but I won't need help and you don't heal quick so just stay back.\" \n\nA low snarl scratched at her throat before turning towards the man, observing his whip with an almost amused gaze. What she was forced to endure earlier would feel like nothing compared to the weapon held in her opponent's hands. \"Play time.\" Without another second, Cecilia began to make her way closer to the man with one intention in mind."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Deck Hand\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nThe thing... It was unclear whether it could be called a man anymore cackled and slid around, climbing with it's sharp hand onto the books, very careful not to hurt the books. It would crack the whip, attempting to restrain her hands.\n\n\"Stomach. You. Enter,\" He said with a mad cackle, instanity gleaming in his eyes."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nCecilia simply chuckled as she continued towards him. His whip had successfully wrapped around her hands but to her luck, they hadn't found themselves cutting into the scars made by the bangles. Using her strength, Cecilia felt the glass biting into her wrists but before it could reach her bone, the shifter managed to free herself. Instantly, the glass shattered from the pressure and her wrists began to heal, the flesh stitching itself together while blood poured from her wounds. \"Now you've just annoyed me.\" \n\nKneeling down, her fingers wrapped around one of the sticks they had used earlier to train. After she regained her composure, Cecilia split the stick into two by slamming it across her knee until she had two smaller sticks with pointed ends. Within a second, the shifter shot it out of her hands and threw one towards the whatever it was in hopes to pin it to the books or wall behind him."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Erik Sucher and Sgt. Jax Brightwater\nHolding Cells somewhere in Brindelle \n\nErik's onslaught was relentless, and Jax was out of shape, although he'd never admit it. The constant barrage of blows brought on by this brute began battering Brightwaters beautiful blade. The knight took great care of the weapon gifted to him by the giggling midget, and it pained him to push his steel like this. Although the metal Erik wielded was nothing but cheap iron, Jax would be a fool to not recognize the incredible amount of strength put behind each blow, and the inevitable chips his sword would experience. The smaller man began to give ground to Erik, his front foot snaking back a step as the iron rods bit into the superior weapon. Jax was on the steps now, having been pushed back, his height becoming more comparable to the big man's. His only hope was to even their ground, knowing that even he couldn't keep up this defense forever.\nAnother step.\nBoth of his feet were on the stairs now.\nAnother.\nErik couldn't believe it!\nOne more.\nWas he actually pushing Jax back?\nTheir eyes met through the flurry of blows. Jax only had to slightly raise his head to see the top of Erik's misshapen nose, a small smile creeping onto his lips.\nErik was laughing now, his big deep chortle echoing throughout the empty building as he felt his victory draw nearer, felt the man give way under his onslaught!\nAnd then he felt warm.\nThe knight wasn't on the ground in front of him like Erik expected, in fact he couldn't see him at all. Erik was confused, he felt the man get pushed back, even felt him give way from one of his blows, but he wasn't on the ground like every other man who gave way to Erik's strength.\nJax was behind him, having slipped underneath his swing and circumventing on the wide staircase. A faint dripping sound was coming from the increasing pool of red beneath the Sergeant's blade.\n*\"You lumbering oaf.\"*\nErik heard Sophia's voice, followed by her laughter, before he sank to his knees."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Black\nThe Northshore\n\n\"We're out. Again,\" Lord Aleksandr Romanov muttered, knocking over the crystal decanter with his goblet. A sad trickle of blood red wine dripped from the lip of the discarded vessel. The three Romanov siblings sat in the great hall. They ordered all guards and servants to leave them to themselves after they had the sconces lit and grand fireplace roaring. His younger brother, Sir Heath Romanov blew a steady stream of smoke from his mouth before waving a hand in Aleks' direction.\n\"Have the rest of mine. It's not doing shit for me, anyway. I am *Painfully* Sober,\" Heath said. He handed off his goblet to Aleks and settled back in his chair. Aleks grinned happily and toasted the air in Heath's direction, bleary eyed with a belly full of fine red. \n\"I thank the gods you died every day. You've become a better man for it, and I a *Drunker* One,\" Aleks said. Queen Elsinore scoffed from her seat across from her brothers. \n\"That's really not funny,\" She said, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a scrap of lace. \n\"Which part? Me being undead or Aleks becoming a common drunk?\" Heath asked, raising his brows.\n\"The part where the two of you are effectively driving our family name into the dirt,\" Elle snapped. Heath and Aleks blinked at her for two moments. \n\"....Which part?\" Aleks slurred. He and Heath exchanged a look before roaring with laughter. Heath gripped Aleks' shoulder and laughed into his back while Aleks began banging on the table with his fist repeatedly, tears streaming down his cheeks. It really was not nearly as funny as they seemed to find it and Elle was left reeling by their juvenile behavior. She shoved her chair back and stood abruptly.\n\n\"I'm not going to sit here any longer with you two if you do not stop *This instant*!\" She yelled. They laughed harder as her face reddened. \"*FINE*!\" She reached over and swiped Aleks' wine goblet to the ground, spilling the last of alcohol available to him before whirling around and leaving the great hall in an angry huff."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nHe'd only been to Castle Black once, and he wasn't sure the protocol on arriving on the doorstep in the middle of the night in a panic, but he was kind of too little too late in that regard. He dismounted upon reaching the gates, and gave his name to the guards who were posted there. A boy claiming to be the Prince of Astoria and South Feyshore arriving alone in the middle of the night must have been a first, because both guards looked incredulous before escorting him to the main estate. \n\nHe wasn't taken to Heath like he'd asked, but was instead held in a waiting room so at least he wasn't standing in the dark outside. The fire inside was on the verge of death, seeing as it was _well_ past any hours any sane visitor would have called upon the house, but he insisted. \n\n\"I need to speak with Lord Heath Romanov, it's _important_.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black\nThe Northshore\n\nThe guards who manned the interior of the castle were alerted that there was a boy, claiming to be a prince, there to see Sir Heath Romanov. Two of them walked to the waiting room and looked the boy over with an air of snobbery that could only be achieved by Northshorians. \nThe guards looked at the boy and laughed. \"Astoria *And* And South Feyshore? Wowwwwww,\" The taller guard said with a scoff.\n\"You want to speak to *Lord* Heath Romanov?\" The other laughed. \"Boy, it is well past the acceptable hour to visit a member of the royal guard. He is surely asleep. Am I to wake him and tell him that a boy with ink stained hair came begging at the door for his company?\" He picked at a chunk of Mikhail's hair and wrinkled his nose at the botch job. \n\"Run along back home. We haven't the time for this foolishness,\" The taller said, guiding Mikhail to the door. \"Gods, the full moon really does bring all the crazies to our steps.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Wack, Northshore\n\nHis brow furrowed at the scoff, and Mikhail straightened a bit at the implication he was lying. Just as he'd never gone unrecognized, he'd also never had to _prove_ who he was before. \n\n\"Yes, _'and'_, if you knew anything past your own fist you'd know Astoria and South Feyshore both belong to my mother, Queen Durkhan.\" He shot back, and when the other picked at a chunk of his hair the boy stiffened, ducking out of his reach as they started to try to guide him to the door. \n\n\"You're making a mistake, I need to speak to Heath Romanov, I'll wake this whole castle if I have to!\" He shouted, prepared to actually do it. Never once had he been a troublesome child, but he'd found himself doing a _lot_ of things that weren't common for him over the last month since returning home to Astoria. Waking up a castle seemed to just be the next logical step in his descent into madness."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black\nThe Northshore\n\n\"If you knew anything, you'd know that in Feyshore, Anyanka was nothing but a common *Whore*,\" The guard said. \n\"That's not true, Jameson. She was actually quite good,\" The taller quipped. \n\"You can try and wake the castle. But, fair warning, we'll break your teeth,\" Jameson said with an annoyed sigh."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Hack, Northwhore\n\nHeat flared in his cheeks, and his bad shoulder preemptively started to ache just at the way he clenched his fist at his side. Fighting wasn't his strong suit, and these men could and _would_ probably knock his teeth out, but he'd be meeting fist to fangs if they tried. \n\nThe thought reminded him of why he was here, and his eyes darted to the door between them, running a quick scenario in his mind as to whether or not he thought he could dip between them and escape. \n\nIn a wildly off-brand compromise, he reared back his fist, and landed it on the jawline of the one who had called his mother a whore. It connected, but didn't have the solid follow through that Lord Stafford would have wanted from a fifteen year old boy who had been training under him. He had enough time to blink, surprised himself that he'd thrown a punch before he bolted for the door, screaming for Heath."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Black, ze northshore\n\nAleks cast a longing look to the spilled wine that was beginning to seep into the stone floor. \n\"It's beneath you, mate,\" Heath said, patting Aleks' back and standing with a tired sigh. \n\"What? Did you think I was planning to lap it up like a common mongrel?\" Aleks asked, tipsy on his feet. Heath steadied him. \n\"Yes,\" He replied bluntly. He turned his head towards the large mahogany doors, hearing the muffled shout of his name. He frowned and walked briskly out the door. Aleks lagged behind, confused and contemplating how undignified it truly was to lick wine from the floor. \nHeath walked into the dimly lit corridor, toward the sound of running and shouts. He quickened his pace as the sounds drew nearer. \nSuddenly, a young boy collided with him. \n\"Wha—,\" Heath looked down in surprise and then back up at the two breathless guards that followed in tow. \"*What is going on here*?\" Heath asked Jameson directly with narrowed eyes. He placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and moved him back to get a look at him. His eyes widened, instantly recognizing the boy with steely grey eyes and... Ruined hair. \"Mikhail... What are you doing here? Has something happened?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nThe Prince barely made it out into the hallway before the two guards took off after him. His mind was a mess of _'What in the seven hells are you doing!?_' and '_Why aren't you doing it faster?_'. He turned a corner, and skidded right into someone. The sturdy frame of Heath Romanov stood before him, and hands landed on his shoulders to move him back a step. \n\nRecognition flashed in the man's eyes however, and relief flooded over him. \"Everything's happened.\" He breathed, and added. \"I need to talk to you, you're the only person I could turn to, but these two,\" He turned, and spat the word at the guards like venom \"_fuckers_ didn't believe who I was.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black \nThe Northshore \n\n\"How were we supposed to know that he was who he said he was?\" Jameson argued. The taller guard, who Heath knew as Trogimarus, nodded in staunch agreement. \"Look at him. He looks like a dustbroom.\" \n\"I expected a higher degree of decorum from the two of you when I allowed you to take the three hour night shift. Clearly it was a mistake on my part to assume that you were capable of even the simplest of tasks. We can discuss your actions in the morning. Take your leave,\" Heath said coolly, irritated by their flagrant disrespect of a prince, much less his son. The guards blanched and left hurriedly. Heath sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. \"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Truly. We can talk in the parlor next door,\" He said, gesturing for Mikhail to go ahead of him. \"Are you thirsty? Hungry? Shall I have something sent in?\" He asked, eyeing the scrawny boy. Mikhail seemed to have lost a considerable amount of weight, and sleep, since they last met. \nThe parlor was warm with a strong fire dancing in the ornate fireplace that stood in the center of the room. Large armchairs were arranged in a circle around the fireplace. Heath motioned for Mikhail to have a seat before taking his own. He looked to the boy with his brow furrowed in concern. He was under the impression that Mikhail had wanted nothing to do with him any longer. He wondered if something had happened to Anyanka, but held his tongue and waited for the boy to begin."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nThe hair on the back of his neck seemed to settle as Heath spoke up. Fear had fueled him the entire ride, and to have that met with a denial sparked a fear he hadn't realized he'd possessed in the first place. What if Lord Romanov had turned him away upon arrival? He'd never considered that, but hearing the man apologize on his behalf made his shoulders relax and the anger diluted considerably. \n\nMikhail moved into the room he was guided into, taking a moment to look around before continuing in fully. In the Isles he'd been taught to observe a room for all exits, and it helped make him feel more in control of his environment after what had happened at the docks. It was a simple thing, but it kept him from feeling like a caged hare. \n\nHe moved to the seat that sat facing the one Heath took, and leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. There wasn't really a good way to go about explaining what had happened that had him racing off to his biological father, so he just started into it.\n\n\"A man pulled a blade on me and a friend earlier tonight. I think Daemon was enjoying himself, he's a squire after all, he loves for the chaos that seems to boil over in those seedy kinds of places. But as soon as the tables turned and we were both in danger something snapped in my mind,\" Mikhail paused, looking down at his laced fingers. In the amber outline of the fire he looked nothing like the proud and curious boy he'd been only a few years prior. He felt like he'd aged overnight, and with his dark hair and the beginning of some height to his -admittedly malnourished- frame he was developing into a teenager. It was something his mother was both thankful and terrified of seeing. \n\n\"Heath I killed a man tonight. I was seeing red, he dug a blade into my shoulder and the next thing I know I ripped his throat out with my _teeth_.\" When his eyes moved from his hands up to the man who sat across from him, he held his gaze. \"I knew I came back a monster, but I didn't think it was _this_ kind of monster.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara observed Cecilia's handiwork and gave a satisfied grin. She thought for a moment before retrieving her own wooden stick, breaking it in half over her knee. Wincing slightly as a splinter caught in her leg, she placed the two stakes next to where the shifter was positioned. \n\n\"Just in case you need some more.\" She shrugged, senses on high alert. \"I'll make sure nothing else worms its way in here. In case you need me, please scream in my general direction. In a swift motion, Ymara got out her whip and slung it across the room in the direction of the shelf directly behind the automaton. A sharp crack sounded and the shelf along with its content came tumbling down onto the machine. \n\n\"Oh and Cecilia? Watch out.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Salim's Crew\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nThe ship would lurch suddenly. Anyone experienced with boats would recognize this as a symbol of the ship taking off. However the books and such didn't move as the floor did. Seemed slightly off but it was far from the worst thing in here. The ship was heading toward He had heard the call of the pirate king and Salim was honourbound to respond. Whether it was to kill him and take the position or to submit was anyones guess. \n\nThe glass would still be inside her. Just the edges but it was healing around them. That'd hurt later. The man would recieve a stick into his upper shoulder but it didn't stick. It seemed to go straight through his skin, not offering any resistance. Indeed it didn't even slow him down as he scrambled up some shelves his blood dripping everywhere. He would leap from right above her. Using a powerful downward stroke with his nails and the broken glass whip., aiming for her throat and heart."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the northern shore\n\n\"For the love of Camira, do not be an idiot and scream. That is the last thing we need right now.\" The shifter snarled in reply. The creature was on top of her when an idea on how to kill it sprung to her mind. Throwing herself to the side, Cecilia wrapped her fingers around one of the split sticks and raised it to her side. The glass whip would wrap itself around the wooden pole to Cecilia's liking, knowing that if it had gone for her throat and decapitated her, she would be dead. Cecilia pulled the the stick towards her as her hand shot out and attempted to wrap it around his throat as her body raised to face him, her nails begging to be buried into his jugular."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Salim's Crew\nJust off the Northern Shore, Heading to \n\n\"Do it! Kill. No touch spirit!\" It said cackling wildly before grabbing her hand and driving his long finger nails deep into the bone, along with the glass. \"Kill me,\" He said with another giggle, clearly mad... Or devout beyond belief. \"Eat your spirit... Replace spirit. My spirit,\" It eyed her, obviously nto against getting a new body. He didn't know if it was true that the captain could do that but it was worth a shot. And he would take it by any shot."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nJust off the Northern Shore\n\nCecilia let out a pained cry as she felt his nails dig into her wrists, distracting her from what he said. Clenching her teeth, her face contorted into an angered snare. The shifter felt her fangs mould from her teeth as she brought him close to her face. \n\nShe dug her canines into his throat before tearing it out, doing her best to not allow the liquid to deep down her throat. She did not want to imagine what this man tasted like. His screams turned into croaked gurgles as Xeciloa spat out his flesh from her mouth along with his blood in her mouth. He tasted feral. Cecilia dropped the man and felt her insides turn but managed to keep the vomits from escaping her mouth. She wondered what the hell that thing was, painfully plucking his nails from inside her flesh so he would be disconnected from her. Her chest raised heavily as she panted in exhaustion and her eyes continued to glow as adrenaline ran through her body. Unfortunately her wrists continued to bleed from the glass left in her wounds, causing her healing to become more painful than she was used to. \"Fucking hell.\""
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Captain Caliss Goldmane\n\nOf the coast of the North Shore\n\nIt had been a fairly calm day, the water wasn't too choppy and the wind guided them along well enough. The temptress was a sight, a beautiful galleon with eight decks and three masts. On the front, slicing through the water, was what appeared to be a large blade that was designed to look as if it were the steel-grey gown of the bare-breasted gold woman who served as the figurehead of the ship. A ship splitter, meant to cause catastrophic damage if she rammed another ship. The brothel ship was as decked out for battle as it was for pleasure, four ballista stood proudly on the uppermost deck while another four lined each side of the fourth deck. While they would fire standard bolts it was more common for Caliss to use them for boarding another ship. She was proud of her vessel, of her crew of women and her stable of whores below decks. Sixty girls, three decks and each had her own room and got to see the world. A better set-up, there surely was not.\n\n\"SHIP OFF TO STARBOARD!\" Came the call from the crow's nest, Caliss was shaken from her thoughts and turned with the rest of the crew to look. She peered through her spyglass and got a lay of the land so to speak, \"HOIST THE FLAG AND TURN HARD TO STARBOARD!\" She called as she tossed the spyglass to her first mate and returned to the wheel, giving it a hard spin to turn them as they began moving toward the ship. \"Don't worry ladies! The Siren's crew will be quite welcoming!\" She called, and the girls began putting away their javelins and spears. Up went the flag, black as a moonless night with golden lion emblazoned upon it. It would mark them to the other ship as a Goldmane, the figurehead would mark them as the Temptress. \n\n\"Shall we run out the oars captain?\" The first mate asked as they closed in on the Siren, \"No. Don't want them thinking we're intending to ram them. We'll slide up beside them like a big titted tavern wench,\" She said calmly. The first mate nodded and gave the order, \"READY THE GANGPLANKS, MAKE YERSELVES LOOK GOOD AND WAKE THE GIRLS! WE'RE SLIDING UP TO'EM AND GETTING FRIENDLY!\" The crew let out a cheer, always nice to know you weren't about to die. As the drew in close the ship would begin to slow while the girls excitedly gathered on deck to see what kind of ship they were approaching, all abuzz with excitement. No need to hail the ship, anyone peering through a spyglass now would know this was the Temptress the most famous brothel ship on the sea... Probably the only one, in fact, capable of safely delivering girl's in the middle of the ocean."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nBy now well off the Northern Shore\n\nYmara blinked as the noise swelled up, then died down. Turning, she spotted Cecelia whing, writhing on the floor. Kicking the remains of the thing out of the way, Ymara knelt down next to the shapeshifter. \n\"The fucker's dead.\" Quietly, she marvelled at Cecilia's ruthlessness, just as a dull sound sounded outside, the ship's sides shook.\nInstinctively, Ymara dug her nails into the wooden floor. It wasn't much, but better than nothing. \n\n\"Unless you took it with you, the healing balm must be lying around here somewhere. It's best I numb the pain before we get out of here.\" Coolness settled upon her as she began scanning the heaps of books, finally spotting the valve buried under a heap of books. Triumphantly, she dug deep and unscrewed the lid, applying some of the ointment to the shapeshifters wrist. \"It'll numb the pain for now.\"\n\nStraightening up, she scanned the room for Xerxes, who she found buried under several books, seemingly unscathed exept for a lip in his forepaw. \"We'll get that fixed up, buddy. As soon as we board the other ship, because if my ears aren't totally wrong, one just nearly rammed us.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nNorthern Shore\n\n\"Hoist the colours\" He called out as he Saw the Temptress. \"Peace lads. The lady of the ship takes good care of hers. No robbery today... On this particular ship anyway,\" He said with a chuckle, raising his fist high. In the distance Lightning would crackle and thunder would boom, marking his presence as the Stormlord. He was a pirate captain, showing off his pride and power. However he made it clear that he meant no ill or harm upon them. \n\nThe men would cheer as they passed by and stopped. They were pirates after all and it wasn't unexpected of them to spend as many nights as possible in the whores arms though. They had females on board though so they weren't as pent up as was to be believed but much easier to just pay coin and fuck ones brains out than spend time to romance a crewmate or get a casual relationship set up. \n\nNow if they were a normal merchant ship or indeed if the siren was any normal pirate ship they would be bold for approaching. The Siren didn't look like much in comparison to the Temptress but anyone with even a hint of magic could feel the raw aura emanating off it. There was clearly more to it than met The Eye. There were plenty of rumours about the Siren and it's Captain but who knew which ones were true? Either way... This was to be fun.\n\nSalim would Eye the girls with the glance of a bored Noble. A few years back he may have been interested and would have summoned as many whores as he could afford to his room for a night of pleasure (how He met one of his bards actually. Said bard was waving to one of the other whores on the ship. Check for her description) but he had in recent times, sold his attraction to young and pretty flesh to an old man who lived in a capsized boat and spoke with the voice of dolphins. Yet another contract for power. Now it took more than mere flesh to interest him. It took power and drive. Something possessed by few. Would anyone on the ship suffice?\n\nSalim's Crew \nNorthern Shore\n\nIt's death was accompanied by a bone dry cackle that turned liquid as he died. It died with a smile on it's face... One that would probably never leave her memory. Not for how he died... More like how happy he was to die. As if he was craving it. But he himself had said he couldn't... But he had died just as easy as any man she'd killed. However as a final fuck you, there would still be a tiny bit of glass right under her arm muscles. Probably would need surgical tools to get that out.\n\n\n\nThe book was bound in monster hide and was untitled. It was hand written in a slanting script that luckily was common, no matter how derived. It detailed massive beasts of the seas and some of them had circles around them. Others had X's and a very few had skulls or eyes on them. Marking significance in one way or the other."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nNorthern Shore\n\n\"Obviously.\" She bit out in remark to the thing she just murdered, unbeknownst to her that another ship was beside them. She was too preoccupied with the pain to worry herself about what was happening outside the room they were. Even though she was able to avoid gazing back towards the Deceased man, the image had already burned its way into her mind, scarring it for as long as she could think. \n\nHer forefinger brushed lightly along her arm , feeling the bump of shards beneath her skin. Cecilia or someone she trusted would have to find a knife to cut the glass pieces from her flesh, or else it would cause her permanent pain when moving her wrists or even shifting. Her eyes flickered from her scars to Ymara who spoke with her dog, unsure on whether they would make it to the ship or not. \"I'll give the Captain a distraction so you can jump aboard the other vessel. I don't think he is a stupid man if he has all this magic, he will know we have something planned.\" \n\nHer knees popped as she forced herself to stand, finding it slightly difficult to keep her balance as the ship rocked. Before she had the chance to leave the room, the shifter was shocked when a woman appeared, not having smelt her scent as a warning. It seemed that since she had entered the passage and strayed from where they were meant to stay, her senses had become dull, almost human like. As it was passed a book to Ymara, Cecilia decided to not wait for some other freak to make its appearance and reached towards the human by the bicep. \"Let's get out of here.\""
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "The Temptress did just as the captain said and slid up beside the Siren, gangplanks were lowered and before any of the Siren's crew could step on them the biggest women of the temptress crew took up position with spears and blades in hand. Soon the short, one eyed woman with raven black hair that'd been shaved off everything but the top hopped up onto one of the railings. \"Ahoy there! Sorry about my crew they're protective. I am captain Caliss Goldmane,\" The magic coming from the ship resonated well with het eye... Similar origins perhaps? She could even sense the sea monster nearby, how wonderful to finally see the Stormbringer. \"On my ship we have a few rules, first off all the girls stay on this ship. They dont come onto the Siren, aint questioning your honor but you are a bunch of wobbly-legged rum soaked pirates. Cant have you stealing my booty.\" Ah puns... The greatest form of humor. \"Secondly the girls decide, they ain't slaves so if they don't want you, find another. Third, and perhaps most important... Color is everything on this ship. No skin color, mind you, fabric color. Pink dresses are worn by women, blue by men and eunuchs, purple by all things in between. That is all, have fun!\" She hopped onto one of the gangplanks and walked over to the captain, her crew moved aside to welcome the Siren's crew. As the short, pale woman approached the captain might've been able to feel the unearthly magic eminating from her eye patch, she held out one elegant hand. \"Captain Salim 'The Stormbringer', a pleasure to meet you... And take your crew's money.\""
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nNorthern Shore\n\nYmara felt herself being pulled by the arm, looking up to find Cecelia gazing at her, urgency reflected in her eyes. Then she noticed the book thrust upon her. Pulling a disgusted face, she hauled it onto the pile of the other books, where it landed with an almost inaudible thud. \"No way I'll take that with me.\"\n\nShe looked at Xerxes once more and after finding him in a stable enough position to pad alongside her, she slung her arm around the shifter's shoulder. \"Both of us can barely walk, so there's no sense in me running off. We're in this together, whether you want it or not. \" Together, they made their way out of the room, Xerxes trailing behind. \n\nHer skin was screaming for a break now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Ymara hadn't been this active in months and it showed. Groaning slightly, she wiped a bead of sweat from her brows. \"Usually the captains talk to one another, especially when it's a friendly encounter, which I'm assuming it is since I haven't heard anything firing off. That should buy us some time.\" She spoke frantically, in a low and hushed tone, in an attempt to conserve her sanity. \"I suggest I'll bind your hands with this-\", she tore a strip of cloth from her tunic, tying it around her hands, \"-we can say it ripped during training.\" \n\nSuddenly, Xerxes let out a short, muffled bark. Ymara turned to see him carrying her hood. \"Such a good boy.\" Patting him as she retrieved the garment, she proceed to pull it over her head. Arriving above deck, she let out a gasp as she took in the scenery. \n\"He knows my taste in women, maybe I can smuggle you with me as an extra if you keep your head down.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nNorthern Shore\n\nHe would take her hand in his and quickly press his lips on the top, a formal court greeting. \"Lady Goldmane. The tales do not do justice to your beauty or your poise. It is my pleasure to meet you and have my crews money taken... Tis not my own after all,\" He spoke common with a slight accent. Just made it sound more musical, a song instead of a speech. \"All of the terms above are agreed with. The magic in his right hand (the hand without a pinky finger) would send a slight surge of power through her, expecting to be matched. A test to see if he was in the presence of another magician. \"If you would do me the honor, I would love to have you for dinner while my crew has yours for more... Sultry endeavors,\" He said with a wink before turning to the crew.\n\n\"Lads, you heard her. Have your fun. New Crew Members don't get off however. We can't have you all on the Temptress now can we?\" There was a small groan but he hushed it with a raised fist. \"Shut it. You can have your fill at the next port men,\" It would eventually quiet down to a few murmurs of dissent but that was enough. They were pirates after all. \"Theoretically... What if the girl wishes to join us? To have freedom as a pirate rather than freedom as one of your crew? Or if my bard wishes to join you? She's been aching for something... Else for a while now. Back to her roots she says,\" Before he began fully discussing he shook his head. \"We can talk more after dinner good lady,\""
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Caliss Goldmane\nNorthern Shore\n\nSalim's display of power was met with a return, though Caliss' magic would feel alien and... Wrong... As if it was forcing the mind to comprehend something it didnt want to know... Something it *Couldn't* Know. \"Flatterer, how can I turn down dinner after such wonderful compliments.\" She said with a chuckle, clasping her hands behind her back. His question was one she'd heard before, \"Oh aye... The girls are welcome to leave if they wish and whoever wants a place on my ship can have it. Your bard would he welcome, sometimes the crew needs help keeping the rhythm.\" She nodded when he insisted on talking more after they ate, her eye trailing over his crew. \"Lead the way, making the acquaintance of such a famous Pirate is just what I need. After all, who'd cross a friend of the Stormbringer?\" She wasnt a fool, she knew what she'd done was reckless and bold... But she also knew that six ballista's loaded with flaming bolts coupled with volleys of javelins and arrows was something most Pirate crews didnt want to deal with. Much better to just fuck and drink and make friends, right? \n\nThe short woman was excited... His magic felt familiar, maybe they drew power from the same goddess, oh to meet another devoted of her drowned goddess! But she did not hold out hope, as familiar as his magic felt it was also foreign in other ways."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nNorthern Shore\n\nHe enjoyed it as much as it disgusted him. It was an odd feeling. Something he didn't know... It felt... Strangely familiar. Like she was using his own magic distorted beyond belief. But he put such thoughts aside and led her to the captains lodge if she followed him. There was already food laid out. A much smaller meal this time, but no less opulent. He had guests to impress after all. \n\nBeing a magician she may notice how strong the aura of the room was. While most of the stuff on the walls were mere trinkets... He had items of true power as well. Pretty much the archetype of an untrained wild mage, relying on instincts and rote learning than any actual knowledge of the powers he was wielding. While he was strong magically, he was majorly limited by the fact that he had no idea how he was doing what he was doing.\n\nHe would let her eat if she accompanied him, although he himself ate little. There were jeweled meats, Salad from 4 different continents (THe vegetables I mean), plenty of Ice cooled fruit and Sharbert to cool the throat. His eyes wouldn't leave her the whole time until he spoke one sentence. \"I felt your magic,\""
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Caliss Goldmane\nNorth Shore\n\nCaliss went wide-eyed at the meal... Sure she had opulent and extravagant meals before but this was all together more wonderful. She practically gorged herself, trying every plate atleast once and going back for seconds. Free food was amazing, when she began to feel full off meats and veggies and fruits she finally scooped up a big bowl of sharbert and began to eat it. His words rang in her ears and she nodded, swallowing down the cold treat, \"I felt yours. It is similar to mine but... Ignorant, no offense, you command great power but you do so with limited understanding.\"\n\nShe finished her bowl and sighed contently, sitting back in her chair, she tapped her eyepatch and smiled at him. \"I've something of my own from her... I am her eye, i feed her dreams let her see the world through my skull. In return she grants me a special kind of magic,\" She motioned to the trinkets and artifacts on the wall. The power was palpable, \"What did you sacrifice for all of these... And the sea monster that swims below our ships? Have you been to her island... Have you seen her eye for yourself?\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nNorthern Shore\n\n\"I'll be honest with you. I'm aware most of what I do is parlor tricks. There is deep magic. It calls to me. It sings. But one thing the stories always tell, is to never open the door for a stranger without having the power to expel them,\" He stood up once they were done, looking around the room for any sort of magical bug. \"I sacrificed my crews fingers for Begam. A favor uncalled for the Ship. Eldritch Bargains and deals struck make me a free man,\" Indeed if she had the second sight, she would be able to see the chains that were attached to him and linked to different things in the room and a few that went out. He was free on the mortal coil by a hundred prisons on the spiritual. \n\n\"Island? I spoke with witches and sacrified to altars for what I have... Excluding the storm in my blood. I've never been to an island... What is her eye? What power does she grant you?\" His own were obvious. Normal men couldn't summon storms and control the sea like he could. He would finish searching and open up a false door behind a cabinet, twisting to show stairs down. The energy in the room was nothing compared to the malice and magic felt from below into those stairs. The screams of pain and joyous laughter all on a spiritual level. He took a careful look at her to see how she reacted to ti."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sgt. Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, The Northshore\n\n*Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.*\nThe night had not been quick, or pleasant for the Sergeant, who sat on the lower steps of the holding cell with his back leaned against the wall. Jax currently held a closed first to his head that he was slowly, but painfully, pushing further against the skin. He used to be pinching the bridge of his nose, but that ceased being helpful hours ago, and Advil hadn't been invented yet. When the disgruntled knight finished his paperwork the night before he had no intentions of sleeping in the precinct, let alone the holding cells that occupied the basement.\nAfter Jax had cut Erik with his dagger's blade the toxin it was coated with took effect. Jax never liked using poisonous knives on his opponents, but of course the blade wasn't originally intended to be used in combat. The toxin was a simple enough one, a minor numbing agent used by an old apothecary, who served as Quartermaster for one of Jax's sellsword campaigns. The original intent was to ease a wounded soldier's pain enough so that his cries of agony wouldn't keep other soldiers in nearby tents awake so they could continue dying the next day. However Jax had found that a small cut after a bottle of his favorite spirit made him, well, High. Not high enough to be considered a delinquent, but just high enough that he stopped waking up in a cold sweat to fight the nightmares that haunted him. The blade had had enough coating to knock Jax out, but on the big man it simply made his muscles a frenzy of pins and needles. After his legs were put to sleep, Jax dragged him back into a cell that still had it's door, and after another hour he managed to wrap the beast in chains. Of course for the next 8 hours, Erik had been shouting, and Jax was suffering from it. The sound of footsteps brought his exhausted mind back to the present, and the Sergeant still had to be uniform in front of his men. With a strained groan, Jax brought himself to his feet.\n\nSgt. Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, The Northshore\n\n\nThere are certain things you can tell from how a man carries himself. The subtle differences in the way his feet are placed, how his chest moves when he breathes, and most importantly, how he presents himself to others. For instance, even though it had been close to 15 years since he officially carried the title, Jax still stood at attention like he was back in Stormalong, among the rest of the best and brightest he used to call his family. This was something the rest of the guard gave him shit for. It was only after a few days he joined the guard that he earned the multiple nicknames of \"Boardback,\" \"Sergeant Statue Spine,\" And his personal favorite \"Stickass.\" Although every soldier had to stand at attention, it was obvious he made a subconscious attempt to always stand straighter. However now Jax stood at ease, his hands clasped behind his back as he heard the footsteps approaching.\nHe did this for two reasons:\n1. Extreme Paranoia about not knowing who was behind him.\nAnd 2. There were only one set of footsteps, and they sounded small and quiet.\nJax began running the possibilities in his head.\n*Could it be the Captain?* No she wouldn't be awake for another hour at least.\n*Maybe Collins? Or Phillip?* No that's not it either, no one from his squad knew he was down here.\nHe was about to think of a third scenario when he caught a glimpse of the feet descending the stairs, and before long Jax was looking at a somewhat familiar face. \nA signature giggle came from the haunting depiction of a laughing face the midget always wore.\n\"Well, well, well. You clean up very nicely.\" The penny whistle voice spoke up from the golden facade.\nJax bowed respectfully.\n\"It's good to see you again, Tiny Vik.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nSir Heath Romanov regarded his bastard-who-sported-his-worst-enemy's-surname thoughtfully. He had aged almost a decade in Heath's eyes. The boy seemed truly and utterly broken, however Heath could not help but feel a great sense of relief at the sight of Mikhail growing as a normal boy would. On the downside, he was a blood-sucking leech akin to the aforementioned worst enemy. Heath figured that he should have congratulated Maith; water always found its own level. Heath's honeyed eyes flickered over to the fire as it cracked loudly, snapping him out of his unfair thoughts. \n\n\"Did anyone see you kill him?\" He finally spoke, his voice low and quiet. He certainly felt like a monster on his own worst nights, though upon looking at his son, he could not fathom why. Mikhail simply looked like a *Scared boy*. Surely being torn from the realm of the dead, unwillingly, did not make them anything other than a pair of damned souls. He sighed and leaned forward, his eyes following the thin line of blood that remained on Mikhail's throat. \"Let me see your shoulder.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nHe had been too focused on his hands, surprisingly clean from the fight but theyd bruise along his knuckles by morning. He was freaking out, and the silence weighed heavy on the room.\n\n\"No.\" He answered, then stuttered. \"Well, yeah, I suppose Daemon saw it. But we were alone. Everyone else was occupied, I'm pretty sure.\" He inhaled, pushing those not-yet-bruised hands through his chopped hair. \n\n\"_Fuck_, I don't know.\" He breathed, feeling his voice break a bit and when he asked to see his shoulder Mikhail shrugged his other one. \n\n\"It will be fine. It doesn't hurt anymore. _I_ dont hurt anymore.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nThe fire cracked again, like a heedless predator stalking its prey in the forest. Heath grit his teeth, hyperaware and wanting nothing more than to snuff out the bloody flame. \n\n\"I don't know *Who* Daemon is, nor do I care to. He sounds like an ass,\" Heath said, \"However, if you can trust him, then I don't see any reason why this ordeal cannot be swept under the rug. No one will have to know what you did. In the meantime, we can try and figure out what caused you to lash out like that and perhaps prevent it in the future.\" Heath paused. He had lost most of his emotional feelings after his death, but his physical feeling was all very much in tact. Heath had certainly been stabbed in his *After* Afterlife and he felt every bit of the blade tear through his flesh. He kept quiet on the matter, not wanting to give Mikhail anymore anxiety than he already had. \"I'd still like to see it, if you don't mind.\" Another pause. \n\"Did you *Enjoy* Ripping his throat? Did it feel like something you had to do, in an instinctive manner?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nMikhail inhaled deeply, and sunk into his seat a bit. \"Daemon is- well he's going to be my head knight one day. He's in training I suppose. But I trust him.\" He said, letting his eyes move upwards. \n\nAt the insistence that Heath see his shoulder, he moved to take off his coat, finding it sticking to shirt and skin beneath with dried and drying blood. He hadn't noticed it was still bleeding until then. \n\n\"It was instinct, I guess? One minute I'm worried because I don't have a weapon to stop him, and the next my teeth ached and they're ripping into some drunkards throat.\" \n\nHe paused, his jacket now sitting on his lap as he looked over to the man. \"Everyone already thinks I'm some undead monster, no one will know, but I will. And I really don't want to be their feared monster king one day.\""
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nHeath stood to examine Mikhail's wound. He still bled, which Heath considered a good thing. \n\"Excuse me, a moment,\" He muttered, striding briskly from the room. Minutes later, he returned with an armful of gauze, salve, and a bottle of rum. He uncorked the bottle with his free hand and gave it over to Mikhail. \"Drink. This is an integral part of wound care, trust me.,\" He said, beginning to clean the blood from his shoulder. \"And do not tell your mother. I really don't need her thinking that I'm trying to turn you into an alcoholic.\" \nHeath had become specialist at wrapping even the nastiest of wounds, after years of being shredded to bits on the battlefield and in the bedroom with Gabriella. In less than a fair few moments, Mikhail's shoulder was cleaned and neatly wrapped. \n\"Being the Monster King may not be the worst thing in the world. No one would march across your kingdom lines, that's for sure,\" Heath said lightly. \"Well, do your teeth ache now? Do you want to rip into my throat at this very moment?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nHeath stood ever him, and Mikhail swallowed thickly. They'd never been close, but more for lack of opportunity than anything else he believed. He held no ill-will towards the man, and if things had gone differently he could have seen himself pushing for the relationship. But it would hurt his mother, to know he was close with the man who had, at the end of the day, chosen his other family over their own. He didn't resent that fact, he would have chosen his wife of several years and two children he raised over a bastard he didn't know existed and a woman he used to love. \n\nHe didn't blame Heath for any of it, and was just thankful he was willing to see him in times like this. \n\nWhen he returned, and gave him the bottle, Mikhail scrunched his face a bit. He was tired of being told to drink, so far he hadn't enjoyed a single time of being drunk. But he did as he was told, letting Heath dress the wound that didn't actually hurt and he doubted would hurt him in the long run.\n\n\"No one wants Astoria to begin with. It's full of ghouls, according to the legends.\" He muttered with a half laugh, and shook his head \"No, I feel surprisingly calm right now, all things considered. I think it was a rage thing?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, Northshore \n\n\"I know the rumors. The best legends tend to arise from truth,\" Heath said, simply. \"Still, land is land, a kingdom is a kingdom. Ghosts and ghouls do little to keep men out. A monarch, however...\" He trailed off, already bored. The last thing he wanted to talk about was politics. If Heath had his way, he'd be as far away from every castle and royal blooded prick as possible. \n\"I suppose that's a relief for you. You only get the urge when you're in grave danger. It'll do you well in a life filled with assassins and crazy aunts,\" Heath said, \"But I understand how troubling this is. It's not you, and it's scary. In the morning, I will ask the archivist if he has ever heard of such an affliction. Keeping your identity out of it, of course. I'm afraid the old man has long since gone to bed and it would be cruel to wake him at this hour. You are welcome to stay here in the castle, otherwise I can write to you what I've found out.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nThe boy also didn't want to talk politics. He'd grown up in it, and would live and die by it. For a little while he wanted to talk to someone about something other than a pending title. \n\nThe offer to stay at the castle came as a relief and he nodded, taking another swig of the rum. \n\n\"If it's no trouble, I'd prefer to stay. Last time I stayed in Northshore wasn't exactly the best. Id prefer to replace that memory.\" He looked to his father and offered the rum. \n\n\"Am I keeping you awake?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nHeath gave Mikhail a swift smile and took the rum. He was happy that Mikhail was choosing to stay. He never got to spend much time with the boy. Heath shook his head and grinned, tipping the bottle back and taking a healthy swig. \n\"I never got much sleep at night. I'll be up until dawn,\" He said, \"And you? Are you exhausted from your travels and bar fight? Those tend to be the two things that take it out of me.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\n\"Yes, but no I don't sleep well either. It feels too much like being dead, if I'm honest. And waking up is like a kick in the teeth now.\" He admitted. These weren't exactly things he could explain to his mother, or Doctor Coren, or even Daemon. Only Heath could _maybe_ relate. \n\n\"Are you anything like you used to be? Or did death and fatherhood change that?\""
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Black, Northshore\n\n\"I hoped that you would have at least had some semblance of an afterlife,\" Heath lamented, swirling the remaining rum in its bottle. \"I saw an infinite darkness. I didn't even get a good story out of my death. People tend to be *Very* Disappointed,\" He smiled wryly, almost finding it humorous. He raised his brows at Mikhail's question, considering it for a moment, though he was well aware of the answer. \n\"I am a bit like I used to be, yes. I can't eat much now, I feel nauseous unless I'm drinking, I think I may be less funny... Though Ella claims I was never funny in the first place so that may not count. I get sadder, some days. I never used to get sad. However, that may just be a result of seeing the things I've seen. I suppose I can't blame death for all of my issues.\" He set the bottle down beside his chair and ran his hand over the stubble on his chin. He figured he should have given Mikhail *Some* Good news. \"But, I still feel happiness. Quite often, in fact... Do you?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\n\"I had an afterlife. I think. I remember bits and pieces of it, the warmth of it at least. But for a while there, it was just dark.\" He said it with a soft tone, and reached for the bottle, waiting to be granted it. \n\nThat was a long list of things that were different, but he understood most of them. He hadnt had the pleasure of drinking before his death, but it helped now. He got sad, more often than before, a _lot_ more often, but he tried to keep that tucked away. \n\nWhen Heath asked if he felt happiness, he lifted his silver gaze to the man, the same eyes his mother had, and shook his head. \n\n\"It doesn't feel the same. It's like it's on the surface, but I don't feel it in my heart anymore.\" There was a beat. \n\n\"Don't tell mother that.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Black, Northshore. \n\nHeath barked with laughter. \"My mistake. I did not have an afterlife. I am very glad that you did.\" He bent down to grab the bottle again and passed it off to Mikhail. \n\"I don't want to assume, but I do think that with time, you will gain that feeling back. Perhaps when you're a father yourself. But don't worry, I definitely will not be telling your mother. We haven't spoken in ages, I'd rather not be the one to deliver that heartbreaking news.\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\n\"You think I could father children still? You don't think,\" He paused and gestured towards them both. \"I don't know. I assumed the whole 'being undead' was similar to stories of vampires. Where they can't have children-\" He cut himself off, blinking twice. \n\n\"Do you have a library here?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\n\"I had two children after dying,\" Heath answered simply. He nodded and stood. \"We have an extensive library. Follow,\" He held out a hand and hoisted Mikhail to his feet. The boy was steady on his feet, despite the rum, coloring Heath impressed. \nHe led Mikhail through the dimly candlelit corridors until they came to a set of crimson and gold stained glass doors. Heath pulled the doors open, revealing rows and rows of shelves filled with leather-bound books. The ceiling was domed with stained glass murals and the sconces were lit, giving the room a warm glow. \"Go crazy.\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nHeath helped him to his feet, and he followed after him down the halls. When they arrived to the doors, he couldn't help the deep inhale of surprise at how _lavish_ the library was. \n\n\"I think I am, but I've got a bad feeling in my gut about something that's gonna sound really stupid if I say it out loud.\" He muttered, crossing into the threshold and looking back at Heath.\n\n\"Anything on myths, or fairy tales, or supernatural creatures?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nHe gave a passing glance to the shelf that was deemed off-limits, making a mental note to see what Heath was hiding from him later. \n\n\"There was,\" He started, turning in a small, slow circle as he let his eyes roam over the shelves. \"A book. Back in Vincentien, in mother's library. It was a bunch of stories, about spirits and creatures in the bogs.\" He stopped his turning and looked to Heath, all too aware the man was watching him as well. \n\n\"Monsters made of ice, sea witches that sucked out your brains, and vampires that fed on the blood of man.\" He clicked his tongue, and let his finger run along the length of a leather spine. \n\n\"I suppose if people can be brought back from the dead, those creatures could be real. And if they could be real, it stands to reason that the magic that made us breath again could have been the same magic that made them.\" Mikhail turned his attention to the shelves, tilting his head back as he looked up. \n\n\"The sea witches were always my favorite, but considering the teeth and bloodlust, maybe the magic that brought me back was more... Vampyric.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, The North Shore\n\nHe saw Mikhail look back at the forbidden shelves with some interest and decided to ignore it. He was a teenage boy, after all. At Mikhail's age, Heath had done far worse. He would merely play dumb if questioned by Anyanka. He turned away from Mikahil, glancing at the titles etched into the spines of each book. He frowned at his words, considering what to say next. \n\"Not every carnivorous being is a vampire, Mikhail,\" He said, finally."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nHe didn't bother to turn, plucking a book and casually flipping through its pages. \n\n\"And not every carnivorous being was brought back from the dead by Nathanial Vivayn, of all beasts. They fed me wine, nothing like I'd ever tasted before nor since.\" He added. \n\nIt was fine that Heath thought he was foolish, he thought the same."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, The North Shore\n\n\"Nathanial Vivayn is a gimpy fucker whose ugly pallid mug has yet to see the light of day. He's hardly a beast. From what I've heard, he's a skeletal little boy with a superiority complex and too much money for his own good,\" Heath muttered, pulling an emerald colored book and flipping through until he found something of substance. \"Are you interested in squid nymphs?\" He asked, holding up a page depicting a 'pretty' woman with rectangular eyes and six tentacles."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nMikhail couldn't help but pause, turning to look at Heath has he held up the page. He squinted a bit, letting a long moment draw out between them before he slowly countered. \n\n\"Are _you_ interested in squid nymphs?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, The North Shore\n\n\"Mikhail, are you all packed up?\" Heath called prior to walking into the guest chambers that Mikhail had been staying in. He saw a half packed bag on the silken bedsheets and a black leather book on the night stand. Mikhail must have gone off to dinner, seeing as he was nowhere around. Heath squinted at the book and walked over to examine it. He opened it up and gasped. *Taemarian Erotica*. Footsteps sounded from the doorway. \"Mikhail, I believe I specifically told you not to...,\" Heath turned to see Sir Belmont, who raised his eyebrows in question. \n\n\"Grand Duchess Anyanka Durkhan has arrived and is requesting you *Specifically*, Sir Romanov,\" Sir Belmont announced. Heath snapped the book shut and pressed his lips together. Anyanka had somehow figured out that Mikhail had accessed the smut in his hands. \n\"Thank you, Belmont,\" Heath said. \n\nAnyanka Durkhan was kindly escorted to the stone terrace that overlooked the back gardens while she waited for Sir Romanov. A gentleman with a neat, pencil thin mustache poured her jasmine tea in a delicate white teacup with a gold trim and the Black family crest molded into the porcelain. The rose bushes were in full bloom and the perfumed air drifted up to the castle with the breeze. Heath stepped outside and grinned warmly at Anyanka, hoping his smile would lessen the anger she surely felt toward him. \n\"A lovely surprise, Grand Duchess,\" Heath said."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "** Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black, North Shore **\n\nHer escort hadn't spoken to her as he lead her around to the gardens. The light from the home poured out over the stones, bringing warmth and color where the shadows were kept at bay. She thanked the man for the tea she was offered, and found herself staring towards Astoria as she waited. Her thoughts wandered, though to no where in particular. It was always a challenge to see anyone in the Romanov family, and showing up unannounced to retrieve her son wasn't her idea of a good time. \n\nShe moved from the seat she'd taken, porcelain cup in hand as she drifted towards the towering stone pillar of the terrace. The last bit of sun had faded, leaving behind a warm but cooling breeze that brought with it the smell of the roses from the lavish gardens. Roses always reminded her of the Romanov manor, and she'd been intentional in not filling her own gardens with them. She'd taken to wildflowers over the years, enjoying the blend of colors that shifted between seasons effortlessly. \n\nFootsteps pulled her from her thoughts of home, and she turned her head to look over her shoulder, catching sight of the warm grin. \n\n\"Is it?\" She asked, her own tone light as she lifted the teacup to her lips before turning, a movement that started with a roll of her hips before she turned fully and pushed herself from the pillar. \"Is he here?\""
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Black, The North Shore\n\nAnyanka had hardly changed from the girl he knew back in Feyshore many years ago. A bit more tired and put together, perhaps, but just as beautiful. Heath had certainly lost some of his vigor. The dark circles around his eyes were impossible to rid of, no matter how much he slept. He had even began finding the occasional grey in his whiskers on the rare occasion he let his stubble grow out. It did not bother him. He was all too aware of his mortality. Dying once did that to a man.\n\n\"It is and he is,\" Heath answered, gesturing inside. \"Somewhere. I was just looking for him myself.\" She did not seem as angry as he expected. Perhaps she had not found out about the erotica, after all. Heath clasped his hands behind his back to conceal the book in his hand. He walked closer to the edge of the terrace and leaned against the cool stone. \"How have you been? You look... Well.\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nThe woman gave a small nod at the confirmation. It had been a hunch, but a good one apparently, though why Mikhail had chosen the Black's estate to hide in was beyond her. As far as she knew, they didn't really have a relationship. \n\n\"I've been fine enough, though your hesitation makes me worried I look worse for wear from the trip than I thought.\" She laughed, and tucked a strand of auburn behind her ear before thinking better of it. She never cared for her hair tucked back, and the nervous habit wasn't going to do her any favors if he thought she looked _'....Well.'_ \n\n\"And yourself?\" She countered, turning a bit to face him fully, her gaze dipping down to the book he held but not questioning it. \"I wasn't aware you'd been developing a relationship with our son.\""
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nCastle Black, The North Shore\n\n\"No, you look wonderful. Always,\" Heath said. \"I apologize if I suggested otherwise.\" He saw Anyanka's eyes move to the book and he instinctively whipped it over the edge of the terrace and into the roses below. A few seconds passed during its descent before it could be heard crashing into the thorns. \"I've been well. I was surprised when Mikhail turned up here; pleasantly so. I have always wanted to get to know him. He's a smart boy. Leagues wiser than I was at his age.\" \nHeath ran a hand through his sandy locks and studied Anyanka for a moment. \"Did you know that he was coming here?\" He asked, finally. It struck him as a little peculiar that Anyanka herself came to fetch her son. She very well could have sent a guard and coach. \"He told me—\" \n\n\"Father! Father, it's time for dinner. Aunt Elle said you *Must* Come,\" A young, pretty voice called from the doorway. An eight year old girl with long raven tresses poked her head around the frame and regarded the pair. \n\n\"I'll be along shortly, elf,\" Heath said to Serena. She huffed and spun away, her dark curls hitting the doorway. \"Anya, please join us. Mikhail will surely be there and Elle adores you. Please let us offer you more than tea after your long journey here.\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black, North Shore**\n\nThere was a rustle over the edge of the terrace and Anya blinked, looking in that direction only to find the black bound book Heath had held a moment before. Her brow furrowed, but before she could comment on _why_ Heath had chucked a book into the bushes he questioned her. \n\n\"No, He didn't return home, I figured there were about three places he could be without me being told about it. Reasoning told me Maith's is too long of a journey and the brothels hadn't seen anyone of his description. So, \" She waved her hands before her, and cocked her head a bit in a small smile. \"Romanov's. Like Mother like son, hm? Sneaking away to Castle Black to-\" \n\nShe trailed off, and Serena stepped into the doorway. A reminder of the life he had beyond the terrace. \n\n\"Of course, I'd be delighted.\""
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nCastle Black, The North Shore \n\nHeath laughed. \"You two are *Always* Welcome here. Truly.\" He beckoned for her to follow him inside. \n\nThe great hall of Castle Black was nothing short of spectacular. A line of chandeliers swayed gently over the long dining table. The windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, allowing the pale beginnings of moonlight to mingle with the warm glow of the candles. Ivy wrapped around the columns and fresco murals decorated the ceiling. \n\"Grand Duchess Durkhan, I was positively enraptured when I was told you'd be our guest!\" Queen Elsinore smiled from the head of the table. She was dressed down compared to her usual wardrobe, in a lacy white gown that draped elegantly over her shoulders to her elbows. Her curly hair was left loose down her back and her lips were stained a dark berry. She radiated the beauty of a nymph; it was a shame that she had the personality of a demonic witch that was spat directly out of hell for the sole purpose to torture mankind with her fiery wrath. The other occupants of the table were her three children and Heath's two, along with Mikhail. \n\n\"You,\" Heath said to Mikhail in the midst of puling out a chair for Anyanka. \"I need to have a talk with you later. You'll know why, I'm sure,\" He said, raising his brows and smiling premeditatedly."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The Durkhans\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nAnyanka followed Heath into the great hall, and let out a sigh of relief to see Mikhail in attendance. Elsinore greeted her warmly, and Anya gave a genuine smile. \"Thank you for hosting us on such short notice, but we always love spending time in The North Shore.\" Anyanka moved to the Queen, and they exchanged a warm embrace before she returned to the seat that was assigned to her. \n\nMikhail was just about to take a seat when Heath made his comment, and Anya's eyebrows raised in question as Mikhail flushed the _deepest_ red she'd ever seen. Mikhail cleared his throat and slipped into his seat, intentionally avoiding eye contact with the man. \n\n\"Do I get to know what happened that just made him turn beet red?\" Anya asked, her voice soft as she took the seat that was offered to her. \"What can you two possibly get up to when I'm not around you, Romanov?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, The North Shore\n\nJax eyed the boy closely before snickering and turning to his squad.\n\n\"What's this? Some kind of joke?\" The rest of Jax's entourage returned his quizzical look. *So I guess it isn't a prank?* The elder knight addressed the leader once more.\n\n\"I'm afraid your messenger must have gotten lost for I have no warning for this. Who sent the boy? And for what purpose?\"\n\nJax wasn't usually the person people would send servants to as a gift, I mean unless you wanted a fine for stealing fish lifted I suppose."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "\"Lord Skagerlly has sent me as a kindness,\" Aleks said, a tinge of confusion creeping into his voice.\nHis guard finished for him, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably, \"Surely you've gotten word? You're hosting our Aleksandr Skagerlly until further notice. The messenger must've gotten lost; the Lord will have his head for that,\" The guards all exchanged glances, and though his words played like a joke, they were nothing of the sort.\nAleks gave a fearful glance back to his entourage, which was only met with a stony gaze.\n*What's going on?*"
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax placed his hands on the loops of his sword belt, deciding to have faith in something for the first time in 15 years, ironically it was in a chaotic creature with godlike aspirations. *Don't question me, Jaxxy. You haven't yet.*\n\n\"Very well, I'll foster the boy if you'll forgive me and enlighten me on any duties your messenger failed to mention.\" Jax turned to Jenkins, the strongest of his squad, \"Leroy, take the boy into the garrison, get him something to eat while I figure out the details with his guards.\" The tall boy stepped forward and beckoned for the lordling to follow him inside as Jax stepped closer to the mounted men."
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr ducked inside of the garrison, careful to avoid anything that would dirty or tarnish his attire. He gave a deep bow, remaining in that position as he spoke.\n\"Thank you for your generosity. Truly, I thank you,\" His voice was an echo of what the Lord had recited to him many times, generally between cruel lashes or simple beatings.\nThe head guard sighed as the lordling left, a hand on his hip.\n\"Really, I have no idea how this happened. I believe he was supposed to be hosted by a noble of some sort, but I guess something happened along the way,\" He exhaled, pursing his lips.\n\"Sorry for the trouble. All you really have to do is keep him alive, feed him, and send him back when you're done with him. He doesn't necessarily have to be in good shape, as long as he's not on the brink of death,\" He gave Jax a quick briefing."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax found the boy again in the common mess, looking like a child sitting in time out. He walked around him once before sitting across from him at the table. The elder man brought his hands together in front if him as he scanned his new... Let's call him a disciple. A minute passed before Jax spoke.\n\n\"I'm to be your new foster it seems.\" Jax tried to keep his voice cool, \"Tell me about yourself boy.\""
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleks pressed his hands in his lap, bunching up his silks in his grip nervously. When he was asked to tell Jax about himself, his mind blanked.\n*Wh-what am I supposed to say?*\n\"I am Aleksandr Skagerlly, born to serve those who are above me. I-I enjoy writing, tending to flowers, and making others happy,\" His voice was cautious, as if he was testing how Jax would react.\n\"I have a garden... And.. Um..\" He trailed off as he ran out of things to say. \n*Does he want me to be interesting? Obedient? Normally I can tell... But... I can glean nothing from him. Not from his actions, appearance, or tone.*"
},
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax leaned back and sighed, pinching his nose briefly before blinking his drowsiness away. He hadn't been sleeping well since Erik had tried to break out of his cell a few weeks prior, and it started to catch up to him.\n\n\"I have a problem, Aleks,\" He began as one of his squad entered the room, placing a bowl of stew and a mug of warm ale in front of both the seated men.\n\n\"I don't know how you came into my possession, I don't need a servant and I don't believe in slaves.\" He paused again, spooning a mouthful of meat and vegetables down his gullet, \"So I can either send you back to your brothers, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that, pawn you off on the Captain to be processed into the guard, or,\" Jax drank some of his ale, letting his words sink in before ripping away the climax like a band-aid.\n\n\"Or we could come to some other arrangement. Now Aleks, I want you to tell me, probably for the first time, what is it you want?\""
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "He stared down at his stew, met with the gaze of his reflection. With a trembling hand, he grasped the spoon, but didn't lift it to eat. When Jax took a spoonful, so did he. These were the common manners among servants; only partake when the host does, for they know best. The ale, however, he would not drink unless specifically told to do so. It had always repulsed him. \nHis thoughts surrounding courtesies were soon dismissed as Jax spoke, and his eyes widened.\n*Just this once, tell him how you feel.*\n\"P-please don't send me back to my brothers. Anything would be better... Please... Don't,\" His voice wavered as he spoke, \"Can we come to... A different arrangement?\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nFinally some semblance of the boy broke out of this weak shell that had been put over him. Jax had his work cut out for him, did he even realize what he was getting himself into?\n\nThe youngest living graduate steepled his hands and leaned forward so his elbows rested on the table.\n\n\"Tell me Aleks, do you like helping people? Does the thought of injustices brought upon the innocent bring you sorrow? Have you ever wanted to protect someone but failed to do so?\" There was an ice of study over his eyes as he asked the questions, scanning the boy's face as he responded."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleks maintained a blank expression, masterfully crafted and molded by a long line of poor experiences. Jax's questions were certainly unexpected, and very strange to ask someone of his status, but he gave an honest response nonetheless.\n\"I try my hardest to help others. If it means accepting the cruelty of a lord's heavy hand, then so be it. I wish that this world was fair, for everyone, not just for royalty,\" He was almost lamenting now, \"Yes, I have failed to protect others. A host of mine, one that harbored a love for violence... I had a friend, long ago, who was a servant, just as I am. He... He has been my only friend thus far. The lord executed him, divorced his head from his body, because he had stolen. Stolen for me. I... I...\" His voice trailed off as he bit his lower lip; it was all that kept him from openly weeping before Jax."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax held up a hand as his voice began to shake and trail.\n\n\"That's alright, you don't need to tell me everything if you don't want to.\" The knight pushed his half empty bowl to the side and sipped his mug, watching the boy with his calculating stare. He had potential, it's true there was actually very little difference between he and Jax 18 years ago when he first signed up.\n\n\"I want to help you Aleks, but I must warn you, if you truly want to do this then it won't be easy, you'll want to quit and start again.\" Another pause, \"If you'd prefer to go back to your home, or be sent to another lord I can make it so, I can even pull some strings to keep you in North Shore if you prefer, but once we start down this path it will be a long time before you see the end.\""
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleks pushed aside his barely touched stew, stomach now turned as images of his beheaded friend floated in and out of his thoughts. He was thankful that Jax had stopped him; some men found wicked pleasure in hearing the servant recall this abhorrent display.\n\"I...\" He paused, gathering himself, \"The last thing I wish to do is be sent off to another lord. However... I don't know what you're intending for me. If I'm completely honest, I barely even know where I am right now. Not many things are taught to me in regards of geography and politics. What... What do you intend to sign me up for?\" He knew he wouldn't be able to reject whatever Jax offered, unless it was direct violation of what his father wished for him. \n*Please, to all that is above, don't offer me something that my father will dislike. Even if I don't accept, if he hears word, he'll send for my brothers.*"
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax let the ghost of a smile break his lips, at least the boy was beginning to ask questions.\n\n\"If I tell you what I have planned I want you to answer me as Aleks, not as my servant. I won't allow you to go down this path unless I know it's you I'll be leading and not this puppet ghost your previous hosts have forced on you.\" Jax folded his arms and leaned back, \"But Aleks, it's my hope to take you as my squire.\""
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "He allowed his gaze to venture away from the table, and it slowly moved upward until it met Jax's. There was fear, deep and raw, dancing behind his empty eyes; this is not what he expected. \n\"M-my father... He would be furious with me if I accepted, I'm sure of it. I don't want to displease him, but... I would hate to make you upset,\" He was obviously having a small crisis, \"I'm not cut out for such work. I'm porcelain, born a doll. I have spent my entire life working as a toy, blind to everything but common pleasantries,\" His voice was slightly more bold, but it was still like a whisper. Controlled by fear."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax sighed again, shaking his head slightly.\n\n\"Aleks, again I'm not asking your father to be my squire. I'm not asking your brothers to be my squire. I'm not even asking me for you to be my squire. This answer must be yours and yours alone.\" He reached across the table and grabbed the boy's untouched drink, gulping part of it down.\n\n\"And I'm not saying it will be easy. Your body may be fragile and you may not know much, but I knew nothing beyond my village when I joined the Feyshorian Academy, and my only labor was some minor lifting. You are iron right now my boy, but Iron must be broken down to be forged into the strongest steel.\" Jax drew his dagger to make his point, the grey and blue steel shimmering in the candle light.\n\n\"So Aleks, and only Aleks,\" He gripped the blade and held the weapon out to the boy, pommel first, \"What shall it be?\""
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "He lifted his head, the candlelight casting long shadows across his face, highlighting his gaunt features. This could be the start of a new journey, a foreign path for him to press through with nothing but his own wit. Horrifyingly unfamiliar, and yet somehow, thrilling and exciting.\n\"Well, sir, there's no need for you to extend your own blade to me,\" A hand wandered into his silks, and from them he produced a wicked dagger, \"I have my own. I accept, but... I fear that my heart is leading me astray. My instinct, my rationality, tells me that this is not the correct choice. The boy lordling wishes to cower away in his study, so dearly does he want to hide away, but Aleksandr wants something more. I think...\" He paused, shifting the dagger between his hands, steeling his resolve, \"I think life can be lived beyond the four walls of a lord's room.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax sheathed his dagger before standing from his seat.\n\n\"I agree, and your life isn't anyone else's to live.\" Jax looked down at the boy, studying. It was true this boy looked weak, and was probably much weaker in reality. If Jax had any hope of teaching this boy, they'd have to get some meat on him.\n\n\"Then from this day forward, Aleksandr of the Skagerlly house, in the name of her majesty, Queen Elsinore Romanov-Black and the Country of North Shore, I Sir Jax Brightwater, Sergeant of the Brindelle City Watch, take you as my squire.\" He folded his arms and finally smiled.\n\n\"Now eat your fill, and get some rest, we start a long journey in the morning.\" The elder man chuckled and walked briskly out of the mess, the numerous ways his squad could have gotten in trouble while he was gone flying through his head."
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{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nHer impromptu trip to The North Shore had been about as disastrous as she imagined. For whatever reason her son had for seeking out Heath Romanov, she couldn't help but resent that he'd done it. Fifteen years of standing beside him and doing everything she could for the Prince; and he disappears into the night to visit his drunkard of a biological father. \n\nElle was kind, as she always was, but she couldn't help but feel pity in the woman's voice. It had always been that way, every kind word seemed too forced to actually be sincere, and as a result came off patronizing. She'd tried to pull away from the invitation to dinner, but before she could grab Mikhail by the hand and escape he was swept away with Heath once more. The way Mikhail blanched told her it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation, and part of her bristled at the idea of Romanov scolding her son. \n\nSo she was left waiting, dismissing herself from the dining hall in favor of waiting by the entrance. She'd taken her glass of wine with her, intent to at least partake in the North's ability to produce a strong drink as she waited for Mikhail to finally show his splotchy head. It was nights like these that she felt too old for it all, remembering how drama like this had once filled her youth. Now, taking up residency in Castle Black for any reason besides diplomatic felt like a lucid dream, and she couldn't help the visible discomfort as she shifted her weight to lean back against a column and brought the silver lined glass to her lips."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nJust outside Castle Black, North Shore\n\nI didn't miss this.\n\nJax thought to himself as he patrolled, his armor and weapons clinking together softly as he stepped, the uniform pace drilled into him since childhood. The protocol was always the same, walk, be seen, and take care of any apparent trouble. The exciting life of a city watch.\n\nHe was in the middle of distracting himself on his loop around the front of Black when he noticed a very out of place noblewoman.\n\nDuty calls. He shrugged and approached.\n\n\"My lady.\" He placed his sword hand above his heart and bowed, \"Forgive my intrusion, I'm Sergeant Jax Brightwater of the Brindelle City Watch, you appear out of sorts, may I assist you?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nThe armor-clad man approached with the confidence of a man being paid to approach unattended women, and she let her eyes wander over him for a moment. Her free hand pressed it's palm against the firm column at her back, straightening enough to feel it along the length of her spine as she lowered her glass to her waist. Her fingers held it by the rim, and she tilted her head a bit with a smile. \"No, Sergeant Jax Brightwater of the Brindelle City Watch, I'm afraid you can't assist me at the moment.\" She informed him.\n\nNormally that would have been it, a short dismissal that would have had the man returning to his patrol with a nod. But she lifted her chin a bit, noting the way his hand had taken it's place with the bow. None of the other guards at Castle Black had done that, at least not that she'd noticed. \n\n\"How long have you been at it?\" She questioned, then clarified with a nod towards the castle doors. \"Your patrol, that is.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore \n\nJax straightened as he was addressed, representing the best and boldest of the military was not a job you slacked off on.\n\n\"I've been patrolling this sector since noon, ma'am.\" His feet hurt but Jax had learned a long time ago to ignore muscle aches. He continued to stand at attention, not daring to turn his back until he was dismissed."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya raised a brow, and when he straightened she gave a small nod. Her left hand extended, her fingers still wrapped around the rim of the goblet she now held out to him. \n\n\"Then I'm sure you're near the end, share a drink with me, Sergeant.\" She insisted, pushing off the column."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nJax's stoic facade didn't fade, he was a man of duty first and foremost.\n\n\"Is that an order, My lady?\" It's true he was nearly complete with his shift but it wouldn't look good on his men if they found out their commander got drunk with every pretty noble who he came across."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya smiled. \"Do you know who I am?\" She asked, her finger curling a bit on the lip, catching the color of her lips from the rim where she'd been siping before. \n\n\"If you're of the opinion I'm of a high enough status to give Sergeant Jax Brightwater orders, then yes. It's an order.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\n\"I'm afraid I don't know, ma'am, apologies.\" He bowed his head again, quietly cursing himself\n\nPlease not another Princess. Please for the love of God not another fucking Princess. Jax often found himself in interesting... Positions because of his duty.\n\n\"May I have the honor of knowing your name in exchange for a drink?\" His own corner smile was beginning to curl upwards, having not exercised his wit in quite awhile."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya didn't mind that he didn't know, and she pushed off the wall fully when he dipped his head in apology. \"Don't apologize, I'd be shocked to know my name was said in this household without tremendous circumstance.\" She admitted. He gave the ghost of a smile, and she raised the glass to him once more, moving towards the steps he lingered near to make the pass of less challenging. \n\n\"Alexandra.\" She answered, in regards to a name. It wasn't technically a lie. A middle name served the qualifications he had requested, and it wasn't her fault he didn't ask for a title along with it."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nWell his price was met so he graciously took her glass, swallowing a small sip before offering it back.\n\n\"Alexandra of what exactly? I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, knowing much more about me than I do of you.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nThe guard took a sip, tiny as it may be, and she laughed. \"Of Astoria.\" She offered. He went to return the glass, and she waved her hand in dismissal. Instead, her hand found the skirt of her dress at her knee, pulling upward enough so she could move down two of the steps before lowering herself to take a seat upon them. \n\nShe laced her fingers together, propping her elbows on her thighs before tucking her knitted fingers beneath her chin. \"A sip isn't a drink, Jax.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"A sip isn't a drink, but you didn't give me your whole name ma'am.\" He continued to hold the glass, despite her lowering herself to a sit and waving him off.\n\nSo she was from Astoria, a place Jax once spent a week trudging through, a helpless lady forever slowing him down.\n\n\"I haven't been to Astoria since the three countries were one. How does it fare? I hope the new government isn't too cruel.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\n\"It does well, better than its counterpart, though South Feyshore is slowly growing into its new stability.\" She mused, her gaze on him for a moment. She had ignored his comment on not receiving her dull name, and she finally reached her hand out for the glass. \n\n\"Queen Durkhan does her best. It's clear to those who are old blood that she's inexperienced in handling this much territory. But I think they're holding their own.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"I heard the country was being run by a squire, not a queen. I guess I've been out of the loop for awhile since Cleburn died.\" It's true Jax had spent the majority of the last 15 years getting drunk and killing, and you don't retain a lot of information in either of those states.\n\n\"And what do you do for her Majesty? You're drinking wine on the North Shore's Capitol steps so you can't merely be some messenger.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nHer brow rose. \"That information is outdated by... Almost four years.\" She informed him. Anya raised the glass to her lips, and then twisted a bit, gesturing towards the doors behind her. \n\nWhen she finally lowered the goblet she continued. \"I'm here retrieving the Prince. He's,\" There was a beat. \"Visiting.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\nJax's brow furrowed briefly as he looked around.\n\n\"You come here to retrieve the prince, then where is your Queen's Guard?\" He dodged the remark about how outdated his news was, not wanting to further sully his uniform."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore \n\n\"I didn't come with any.\" She stated, her shoulder lifting before she shifted to stretch her leg out. \"The Romanov family is trusted by the crown. Queen Durkhan didn't deem a guard necessary for the journey.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nIt took every piece of whim Jax had not to burst out laughing at her remark.\n\n\"Your Queen might want to rethink that stance. It's true Elsinore is wise and strong, but her brother's do nothing but get drunk and whore, and outside of a fight I wouldn't trust Heath more than last week's iced milk.\" Jax was one of the few people in Marin who knew the Head Knight fairly well outside of work, and that came with the knowledge his family had more to do with Feyshore's collapse than not."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya smiled, raising her glass in toast to that remark. \" Oh believe me, The Queen doesn't trust either of the Romanov men as far as she can throw them. \""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nJax nodded briefly, his smile still on his face.\n\n\"That's a wise queen. I made the mistake of believing in the Romanov's a long time ago. I was promised glory, instead I got demoted.\"\n\nHe gestured at his ratty garb, a pale comparison to the shining armor he wore nearly two decades ago."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nHer own smile faltered, and she let her eyes linger on the man for a moment. Eventually, her free hand patted the step beside her in invitation. \"I believed in the Romanov's once. Before the fall, when they were nothing more than charismatic courtiers.\" She ran her tongue along her teeth beneath her lips and straightened.\n\n\"I always wanted to marry one of them. I suppose I lucked out in never doing so.\" She mused and took another drink from the goblet before offering it to him once more. \n\n\"Why stand for the demotion, why not leave?\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nAnd there it was. The question that Jax had been asking himself since he had met Aleksander.\n\n\"Don't leave me, Sir... Please!\"\n\nJax shook his head free of the thought.\n\n\"I don't know honestly, but I've spent the last fifteen years running so I suppose I wanted to stand for once and this was the only place that didn't throw me away.\" It was a poor excuse, but this lady didn't ask for his life story.\n\nHe didn't take the seat next to her, but he did kneel a step or two lower, finding it unfit to be on the same level as someone of higher status than he."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya tilted her head, watching as he took a knee before her. Something in her mind flashed, giving her the urge to place her leg over his shoulder, and she swallowed thickly in surprise at the thought. It took a second for her to recover, and she intentionally shifted to place her knees back together. \n\n\"You could have started over somewhere. Settled down, started a farm and a family.\" She mused and gave a small grin. \"If your information on South Feyshore had been more recent, you could have applied for a lordship. Most of the desirable territory in the south has had homes and Lords granted to it, but if you're not opposed to a homestead closer to the Audeamus, there are some undecided plots, last I heard.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nJax shook his head again, chuckling.\n\n\"I'm not a family man, and I'd be a shit farmer. You're looking at one of the last graduates of the Feyshorian Academy, being a knight is all I know.\" Jax stopped his chortle before continuing. \"My family used to have domain over the Anchorage in Stormalong, but I was never groomed to take over the lordship, that would have been my brother's duty before he passed.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nShe couldn't help the bright smile that resulted from his laugh\n\n\"Maybe,\" She started, leaning forward and offering him the glass once more, twirling it so the wine sloshed a little, it's legs almost catching Anya's fingers. \n\n\"It's time to learn something other than being a Romanov pawn.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\n\"And what would you propose that be Alexandra No-Title?\" He took the glass briefly, albeit taking a larger sip this time before returning it to her."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya grinned. \"That'll be Alexandra Brightwater one day if you're not careful.\" She teased, letting him take the glass. As he took a drink she looked him over before pushing a hand through her hair. \n\n\"You could do a lot. They're rebuilding the Knight's Academy in Stormalong. You could train new generations. Petition for a lordship, or a position inside the palace as opposed to on its parameter.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\n\"I'm not a family man.\" Jax repeated. \"And I'm sure your queen has a hundred more qualified men lining up to train her new knights, and guard her private chambers.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black Northshore\n\nAnya's smile fell, and she scrunched her lips to the side a bit before releasing them to a resting position. \"It was just a though, Sergeant Brightwater. If you're so set on walking in circles from noon to dust who am I to stop you?\" She questioned."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nJax noted the attitude change and dropped his smile as well, unsure as to why they were suddenly serious when their conversation had been nothing but teasing and jests until that point.\n\n\"Very well. Would you put in a word for me? Maybe I will journey to Astoria.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black, Northshore \n\nHis tone changed, and it brought to her attention just how drastically her own shift had sounded. \"I can do that if you like. Though don't expect much pull from my recommendation.\" She warned. As she spoke, she twisted to look over her shoulder. The doors still hadn't opened, and she was beginning to think the two were intentionally delaying her return home. \n\n\"Am I keeping you from your duties?\" She started, then paused. \"Let me rephrase that, am.I keeping you from any important duties?\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore\n\nJax shook his head.\n\n\"I was just completing the perimeter for my own sanity, not duty. I've been paranoid about the Castle not being secure lately.\" Jax wouldn't say it was because of the nightmares he'd been having, not wanting to sound crazy on duty."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore \n\nHer lips parted in surprise, and she closed them quickly. \"Well. I'll mention that to the Queen, maybe the extra care would win you the promotion you've been seeking.\" She mused then added. \n\n\"Would you care to come inside, maybe have a proper drink with me?\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore \n\nJax looked at the heavy doors before chuckling.\n\n\"I'm just a City Watch officer, My lady, I'm afraid I'm not permitted inside the castle halls. So perhaps some other time, I don't mean to keep you.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore \n\nThe redhead pressed her lips together, and spoke quickly. \"Return to Astoria with me, I'll guarantee you a position by tomorrow morning doing something better than City Watch.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\nJax couldn't help but chuckle again\n\n\"Why would you do that? I'm just someone you barely met. Besides how could you guarantee me a position?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore \n\n\"Anyone who dedicates their time to patrolling a castle despite not being stationed there, out of concern and a sense of their own duty to protect and serve, deserves to have their opinion heard. If you're doing this for the Romanovs of all houses, you'd serve House Durkhan well.\" She explained and added. \"I know the best way to win the Queen's favor.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"Still, I can't just uproot my entire life on a whim. What guarantee do I have this would even work? For all I know this could be a trap to lure guards away from a political enemy.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore \n\n\"It could be. Or, it could be a chance to not pace the same route you have been for years with no one noticing.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"And again, do you have any proof that that's what this is? Does the Queen's messenger carry this proof but no guard?\" He snickered, clearly having fun teasing this woman."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore \n\nAnya laughed, leaning in towards him. \"Why are you so set on proof of my word instead of just trusting me, Jax Brightwater?\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nCastle Black, North Shore \n\nJax matched her lean, getting rather close. \"You forget we were on opposite sides of the collapse Alexandra Courier.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore\n\n\"I was inside Stormalong during the fall. As far as I'm concerned the only sides were those who survived versus those who are thriving.\" She have a grin, her teeth catching her lip. \n\n\"So are you thriving, Brightwater? Because I am.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"No I didn't have the luxury of being inside, I was sent out forced into the woods for fear of execution by the masses. Surviving is all I can do, Alexandra, and it's what I'm best at.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore\n\n\"Good. Then join the Astorian Court.\""
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"You've yet to give me the assurance I need. All you've done is talk in circles. Perhaps a little less wine next time, My lady.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nAnya rolled her eyes, but as she parted her lips to respond, the door creaked beside them. A guard looked out into the night, and visibly softened upon seeing her turn her Attention towards him in a flash of red hair. \n\n\"Queen Durkhan, Sir Romanov sent me to apologize for the delay. Prince Mikhail is waiting with the carriage now, we're ready for your departure when you are.\" \n\nShe gave a nod, moving to her feet. She plucked the wine glass from the steps she'd just occupied, and passed it to the messenger as she headed towards the door. Her fingers lingered on the wooden frame, and she glanced over her shoulder to Jax. \n\n\"Are you coming or not, Brightwater?\" She asked, unable to keep the smirk from her lips."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\nJax watched the exchange, his eyes growing wider at the realization of who exactly he was talking to.\n\nMIKHAIL The tiny voice in his head screamed.\n\nHe was doing hurdles in his head, criticizing himself for slacking off in front of a foreign diplomat and actually flirting with a queen.\n\nWell... She isn't a Princess...\n\nJax's conscience was doing back flips.\n\nMIKHAIL What was that voice!?\n\n\"Y-your Majesty...\" He finally managed, falling to a more formal kneel with his head bowed, \"Please forgive my insolence, I should have recognized you and I spoke too harshly of your lands.\" He paused, her offer to join him hanging in the air between them. For the first time Jax dared to raise his eyes to look into hers, and in that moment he saw her for what she was, beautiful, strong, and most of all, a Queen.\n\nAnother moment passed before he decided.\n\n\"Yes, I will come, if you'll allow me some time to alert my squire and gather my belongings-\"\n\nMIKHAIL\n\n\"-I would be more than happy to accompany you back home, My La-\" Another pause before he lowered his head again, \"My Queen.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nCastle Black, Northshore\n\nAnyanka could almost feel the unease radiating from the man. It was why she'd not given her name or title. It was why when she visited foreign lands she went by her middle name with strangers, to keep that startled look from their faces and the formality from their figures. He stuttered out an apology, bowing more deeply than he had before. \n\n\"You don't need to apologize, you said nothing I didn't already know.\" She assured him, and let her silver gaze move to her glass and what little remained in it. The woman paused, then shifted it in her hand to pull the small golden band from her pinky. On it rested a small trail of rubies, four on either side of a small imprinted star. Anya lifted her gaze to him, who had asked for time to alert his squire. \n\n\"You seemed hesitant until you knew who I was.\" She reminded him. \"Don't jump if it's only for show.\" With that, she held the small ring over the glass, and dropped it into the small basin of wine before passing it to him. \n\n\"Think the offer over. If you decide to come to Astoria, letting my men know you're returning my ring will get you an immediate and direct audience.\" She paused, her hand falling over his as she passed the goblet to him. \"If you decide you enjoy pacing other peoples palaces, then consider this a gift, for your honesty and for stopping to check on me earlier.\" She mused. With that, her eyes moved to his, offering him a small, knowing smile, and she pressed a careful kiss to his cheek before turning to join Mikhail in the carriage."
},
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater \nCastle Black, North Shore \n\n\"If I may counter, your majesty. Do you really want a guard that jumps at every offer to leave merely on a whim? Forgive my caution, if that is so.\" Jax didn't stand but accepted the gift, his eyes slowly lowering back to the ground as she began to turn towards her carriage."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nCastle Black, Northshore \n\n\"Not at all. I don't take offense to your hesitation.\" She agreed. Just outside her carriage, she paused, hearing the sound of Mikhail coming down the steps to join her. She let the sulking teen into the carriage before her, and gave a final look to Jax. \n\n\"I do hope to see you soon though, Sir Jax Brightwater of Astoria.\" She commented, and slipped into the carriage, letting her coach close the door behind her before they headed towards home."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\n*\"They're coming!\" The young man, called Sam, called out to the catwalks above. Jax was patrolling the upper battlements, actually at ease for the first time since the siege started, when he heard the call. At first he was confused, why would the call come from the sewers and not the gate like before?\n\nHe couldn't dwell on it, the call was made and he needed to rush and join the defense, no matter where it was required.*\n\nJax had been waiting for awhile now, having to jump through the political hurdles of resignation before he could leave the guard and swear his service to a new monarch elsewhere. This was the first time he'd had to do this, actually being thankful for once of his old King's death.\n\nHis thoughts had begun to penetrate his present mind, simply out of boredom, when the guard approached him.\n\n\"The First Sword will see you now.\" The man spoke with an elitist tone, but Jax had no doubt he could easily be bested by the older knight in sword and wit.\n\n\"Thank you, Lad.\" Jax replied, and pushed past him before he could fathom a retort.\n\n*It's been 16 years, Heath. 16 years and now you're finally seeing me.*\n\nJax quietly smirked as he approached the office."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle, The North Shore\n\nThere had been unrest in the castle, as King Daniel Black was set to arrive back within the halls before midnight. Queen Elsinore had sealed herself away in her chambers, embroidering a tapestry fervently to take her mind off his return. Her hands shook with each stitch, resulting in a crooked depiction of the Moon Daughter nailing the Tides Bearer to a plank of driftwood. Sir Heath welcomed her anxiety, as it meant that he had more time away from her to focus on his tasks for the day. Thus, Heath sat at his desk, thumbing through paperwork and chain-smoking. He was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he was able to get his work done without Elle fussing around in his vicinity. \n\n\"Is uh...,\" Heath looked down at the parchment in his hand and squinted at the calligraphy. He would invest in reading spectacles one of these days. \"Is Brightwater still waiting?\" He asked the guard posted by the door. \n\n\"He is, Sir Heath,\" The guard answered. \n\n\"Go ahead and send him in,\" Heath said, snuffing his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray. The guard nodded and went to fetch the man. A moment later, Sergeant Brightwater entered the office. \"Good evening,\" Heath smiled, greeting the vaguely familiar man. He stood and walked over to the front of his desk, preferring to stand. \"Well, Sergeant Brightwater, I understand that you've been poached right from our castle. Correct?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax walked into the center of the office and saluted, placing his fist over his heart and bowing his head.\n\n\"My Lord.\" His arms snapped to his side and he stood at attention, \"I have been requested personally by the Queen of Astoria to join her service, although 'poached' is a bit harsh since that implies some form of value.\" He chuckled to himself.\n\n*\"They're breaking through!\" The call was followed by a large cracking sound of stone and metal.*\n\n\"I have come to hand in my notice of resignation and request to be released from my oath to the royal family.\" Jax bowed again.\n\n*\"Oh god, they're everywhere!\"* He blinked the thoughts away."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle, The North Shore\n\n*Harsh was the defenestration of King Cleburn*, Heath thought to himself as Brightwater chuckled. He raised his eyebrows and considered Jax for a moment before turning to pour two glasses of rum from the heavy decanter. He offered a glass to his former sergeant, the amber liquid catching brilliantly in the candlelight as dusk began to settle over the castle.\n\n\"I have no qualms with approving your request. We certainly do not intend to force those who no longer want to remain loyal to House Black to stay within our halls,\" He said, tipping back his drink as easily as one would water. Perhaps Heath would have been more upset if he himself hadn't acted against the one he had sworn his first and final oath to. Setting his glass down, he rolled up his crimson cuffs and pressed his palms back onto the desk behind him. It was just like Anyanka to pluck up any man who happened to pass in her way. \"I am certain that you will be of pragmatic service to her. Perhaps she'll stay in her own kingdom long enough for you to be properly orientated.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\n\"Heath, this isn't about not wanting to be in service to you and your sister.\" His professional facade was melting away and suddenly he was the young boy back in Feyshore again, sneaking into the bars to try and deliver his charges.\n\n\"I wanted to stay, for so long I wanted to climb the ranks and stand as a knight under you again.\" Jax pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache springing out of nowhere.\n\n*\"What are you doing, Brightwater!? Get back into that breach!!\"*\n\n\"But I'm sorry. I'm tired, Sir. I'm tired of chasing drunkards through the market and getting nothing but a slap on the wrist for not shouting 'In the name of the Queen!' Enough. I'm sorry, but I don't want to spend my life being walked all over. Not again.\" Jax returned to his straight stance, preparing for the onslaught of words he knew was coming."
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle, The North Shore\n\nHeath could feel the hairs on his exposed forearms begin to rise as the office grew colder. He wanted nothing more than to dismiss Jax and head to the warmest tavern in Brindelle for a night spent warming his blood with ale and then crawling back home into bed with his wife. However, he presumed this would be the last he would ever see of Brightwater and there was a nostalgic part of him that was beginning to feel sad to see the man go. \n\n\"Beth always told me that you'd be an asset to the royal guard. Perhaps I should not have brushed away her opinions so often,\" Heath mused, \"I suppose you could not remain unsung forever. I hope you find the life you are looking for in Astoria. It is quite different down there.\" He looked down at the untouched glass of rum for Jax, wondering if he had more of a taste for red. \"Well, old boy, Goodb—\"\n\n\"*Heath, I got blood all over my tapestry*,\" A lilting voice moaned from the doorway. Heath looked over Jax's shoulder in surprise and saw Queen Elle clutching the tapestry she had been working on so diligently to her chest. Her fingers trembled over the fabric, bleeding into the stitches. \"Oh, I apologize for interrupting,\" She said, eyeing Jax. \n\n\"You are not interrupting. Jax Brightwater came to say farewell. He's leaving for Astoria,\" Heath told her. Elle knit her eyebrows together.\n\n\"Do we have business in Astoria? Why is one of our men being sent there?\" She asked, coming further into the room and leaving her soiled tapestry in the doorway. \n\n\"It's unfortunate, he's not one of ours any longer. He will be working for Anyanka,\" Heath said, clapping Jax's shoulder. Elle narrowed her honey hued eyes and studied Jax for a full, uncomfortable minute. \n\n\"Poor form to visit a castle and lift whomever you please,\" She said finally, brushing her curls off of her shoulder, \"I suppose I cannot expect proper decorum from the whore queen.\" \n\n\"Okay,\" Heath said. \n\n\"It is what they call her, no?\" Elle said, addressing Jax directly."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\n\"Who do you mean by 'they' Majesty?\" Jax said with a small bow as he was addressed.\n\n\"You're the first person I've heard use that moniker, and from my time among your streets I've learned that sometimes rumors are created simply out of boredom. For instance there are those among your kingdom who call you a Black Widow, they seem to blame the King's failing health on you and your brothers. I mean no offense but it seems they believe the Romanovs are tired of being second to rulers.\" Jax straightened, glancing at the untouched whiskey. He was thirsty, however he wouldn't dare drink in front of his betters, especially these betters."
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \nBrindelle, The North Shore \n\nQueen Elle smiled tightly. \"You have an ear for gossip. I hope that when you arrive to Astorian court, you will keep what you've heard here to yourself, lest we have a reason to try you for treason,\" She said. She tapped her chin thrice with her finger before adding with a sardonic laugh, \"You know, my brother was well known for his whoring, much to our family's dismay. Our father feared that he would wed one of the many whores he bedded over the years. Unbeknownst to anyone, he even sired a child with one of them. Luckily, he married dear Lady Skorn respectfully.\" \n\n\"That's enough, Elle,\" Heath said, stiffly. \"It's getting late and I'm certain that Jax would like to begin his journey south.\" He went to his desk drawer and pulled out a golden colored flask. The surface was smooth, free from any engraved crests. Upon unscrewing the lid, Heath poured the rum into the opening and handed it to Jax. \"Take it, you may change your mind on the road about that drink.\"\n\n\"I wish you well, Jax,\" Elle said with all the grace of a queen and none of the sincerity."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nBrindelle, North Shore\n\nJax's honor was being tested, but the urge to smack a Queen was not as great as his urge to walk out of the castle alive.\n\n\"It's good to see at least one rumor was false.\" Jax bowed to the lady, \"Your kind words know no equal.\" The venom coated words of his tongue felt sour, but Feyshorian knights weren't altogether known for their humble apologies. \n\nHe took the flask from Heath with a smile and bowed again.\n\n\"Thank you, old friend. I for one hope this isn't our last meeting as friends.\" Jax secretly hoped the two never met on the battlefield, although he bragged about being Heath's equal in sword he was in no rush to finally test that.\n\nHe held out his hand to the man who had always been there throughout his career, pocketing the flask in his breast pocket.\n\n\"So long, brother. May you find happiness in your trails.\" With that he bowed to Elsinore once again, thanking her for the time he spent in the guard, and turned to leave."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nCecelia made her way around the bottom floor of the Arwin Residence, which was the family's mercantile business. The family lived on the second floor and allocated the first to selling their goods. She had long since been able to memorize the location of everything in the building, from the shelves to the counter. She even knew where all the merchandise was situated. \n\nShe was preparing the store for another day of business, of course not that they had much foot traffic in those days. It was the result of a combination of the quality of goods they sold and the plague that swept through the lands.\n\nEven still, she hummed a soft tune while she counted their stock of fabrics, running her finger tip along each one, keeping track of the number in her head. She had on an ornate blindfold, much nicer than the bloodstained bandages that ordained her many years ago. It had a cloth interior for comfort, while the exterior was a silver piece with gold trim.\n\n\"Is everything in order, Cici?\" Her father called down to her as he walked down the stairs to the shop. Cecelia turned in his general direction and cocked her head to the side, a slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. She put her hands on her hips. \"Yes, father. However, must you still call me that? I am no longer a child.\" \n\nCecelia's father let out a hearty laugh as he walked up, putting a hand on her shoulder. \"Ah, but you will always be my little girl, no?\" He responded merrily.\n\nIf she could, she would have rolled her eyes. Instead, her smile broadened a bit. \"I suppose so, old man\" She quipped to him. He tsked and playfully patted her shoulder \"I am not *That* Old, my dear daughter. Sixty-seven is a respectable age, but I certainly have more years to live, and I'll not spend them listening to you jest.\" \n\nShe quickly responded back \"Ah, but I know you enjoy our banter. For a merchant, you certainly are a bad liar.\"\n\n\"Ah, you may be blind, and yet you see right through me!\" Cecelia's father heartily laughed, turning away to look at the store. \"It seems to be in order, as usual. I shall return upstairs and prepare for the day\" \n\nCecelia looked in the direction of his voice and gave a lighthearted dismissive gesture to him \"You do that, I shall finish up around here. Should the impossible happen, and someone actually show up, I'll let you know, alright?\""
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hammerfall\nThe Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore\n\nThe sun had risen, and with it, the band of sell-swords mounted atop their sturdy horses set out to resupply. Aware of the disease that is currently ravaging the land, the eleven men employ an attentive approach to dealing with the locals. Due to such, instead of opting for the comfort of inns at night-time, the group sets up temporary camps in the open air.\n\n\"Damned back's killing me again\", complained one of the men. \"We all care too little 'bout you getting old\", answered another, garnering a few laughs in the process. The unit's morale was indeed starting to dwindle. Several weeks of rough sleeping had passed with no profitable contract yet landed. Ylbrett, currently a few yards in front of the rest, has recently decided for them to leave these lands in the coming days, if nothing worthwhile is to happen.\n\nWith the passing of time, the group eventually reaches a building. Ylbrett halts a few feet away from the door, dismounting. One of his mercenaries trotts to his side, grabbing onto the reins of Ylbrett's horse as to secure the animal. \"This it?\", he asks. \"It fits the description\", Ylbrett answers. Following a quick scan of his surroundings from where he stands, he approaches the door and proceeds to apply a couple of heavy-landing knocks onto the heavy frame. Meanwhile, the remaining ten mercenaries, lightly armed and armoured, mucky and reeking from weeks of not being able to bathe, sit atop their horses, somewhat content yet constantly aware of their immediate surroundings."
},
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nHearing the knocks, Cecelia turns towards the sound. \"Father!\" She called as she made her way around to the door \"We appear to have guests!\" \n\n\"Cecelia, I may be old, but I am not deaf. I could hear the knocks\" Her father jested, coming down the stairs. \"Earlier you said that you were not old, and now you say you are. Please make up your mind. Or perhaps you are only 'old' when it is convenient for you, father?\" She teased back, running her hand along the door until she found the handle. The blindfold woman opened the door and clasped her hands together, staring straight forward, a cordial smile on her face. \"Welcome to the Arwin family trading company, how may we be of service to you today?\""
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hammerfall\nThe Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore\n\nYlbrett, resting his left hand onto the hilt of his sword, watches as the door slowly opens. Soon enough, he is greeted by Cecelia. His reply is delayed, the man seemingly lost for words. \"Greetings. My name's Ylbrett Hammerfall. I've come here in search of supplies to keep myself and mine going in our travels for the weeks to come —\"\n\nBehind him, his men peer at one another, clearly confused by the woman's choice of attire in regards to her headpiece.\n\n\"— I followed the advice of some of the locals, they mentioned your establishment as being the answer to my current need\". Lifting a curious brow, the man attempts his best to make sense of her blindfold but seeks not to give himself away, as to avoid appearing as rude."
},
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"But of course, Mister Hammerfell. While our specialty of merchandise is some of the finer commodities, being Jewels, silks, and the like, we also carry basic provisions for travelers passing through.\" Cecelia folded her arms and gave a knowing smile. \"Please allow me to address the evident. Being foreigners, you must be questioning the apparel that rests upon my head. Yes. I am blind. I was blinded in battle many years ago, and due to the nature of my blinding, without this piece,\" She touched the blindfold with her finger. \"I become overwhelmed with indiscernible light and colors, of which afflict me with the most terrible headaches. Please come in.\" She stepped to the side and made a gesture with her arm, bidding him to enter. \n\nThe shop was a very tidy establishment, with a large variety of fabrics, jewels, and spices on the main display. However, one could see that there were also basic supplies for travelers, such as rope, water flasks, and other previsionary goods."
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hammerfall\nThe Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore\n\nYlbrett does as instructed, entering the shop, leaving his men behind to idle about outside. Whilst scanning the various shelves and items on display, he replies to her: \"I'm sorry to hear about your misfortune - a terrible loss, that is. How are you faring now, giving the-...\" - he gestures awkwardly at her handicap, momentarily unaware of the fact that she cannot acknowledge his physical movements."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"I fare quite well, thank you. It was many years ago, so I have had much time to practice being blind\" At this, she gave a soft giggle, her voice as if like silk. \n\n\"Please, do not pity me. I do not want what occurred to me on a battlefield be a boon for others to think that I deserve special treatment.\" She waved her hand dismissively, but she made sure to add a warm smile, to show that she was not offended in any form. \"Are there specific provisions you are looking for, or do you desire a general selection of goods for travel? And should you find any of our other merchandise interesting, please do not be afraid to ask me or my father, who I'm sure is around here somewhere.\" She swept her 'gaze' around the shop, with one hand positioned on her forehead as if looking at a far off object. \"Sorry, that was a little inside joke.\" \n\nAt this her father smiled and stepped forward. \"Please tell us if there's anything you need help with, Mister Hammerfell.\""
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hammerfall\nThe Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore\n\nYlbrett finds himself listening intently to her, seemingly captivated by either her story, her way of being or potentially both. With this, he fails to acknowledge Cecelia's question and her father's alike, his eyes staring blankly at her, his mind some place else. He finally blinks, twice, snapping back to it with an awkward cough. \"Ah, right - yes, goods for travel. We're mainly looking for leathers, furs, linen, rope and sewing thread\". He offers a complementary smile, however awkward, rubbing the back of his head with a heavy hand."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelai Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"I'm sorry, we cannot help you with the leather. However, I do know of the tannery down the street from here. Tell them Cecelia sent you. They will, if not bump down the price, at least not try to swindle you.\" She laughed at this and pointed her pointer finger in the air. \"However, we can assist you with the rest.\" She began to make her way around the store by counting her steps. She collected two weeks worth of rope, linens, and sewing thread, stopping by and placing each one them on the counter in between getting the next item. It was as if she had memorized the exact location of everything in the store.\n\nAfter this, she stopped by the furs, and motioned over her shoulder for Ylbrett to walk to her. She ran her hands along each of the furs, discerning each one by touch. \"We possess a fine selection of hare, fox, wolf, and other pelts, all of which are in prime condition and undamaged. Please, take your pick.\""
},
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"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hamerfall\nThe Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore\n\nYlbrett raised a curious brow at the mention of swindling. \"I pray this is not common practice around these parts\", he added, followed by a playful smirk. \n\nAs Cecelai set out to gather the items, he followed her initially, intent on helping if need be. However, she seemed to be in full control of the situation. He did eventually make his way to her once it came down to selecting the furs. He couldn't help but notice her hand caressing the surfaces of said furs, his focus still drawn mainly towards the woman rather than the task at hand. \n\n\"Wolf will do\", he stated, grabbing the necessary furs for her, which he then carried over to the counter."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"Oh, the locals here will milk every copper from you if they think you're not at least a bit sensible when it comes to bartering.\" She laughed as she made her way to behind the counter. \"Not us though. The Arwin Trading Company holds itself to a more professional standard when it comes to dealing with customers.\" \n\nShe quickly acted as if she was glancing around nervously. \"Don't tell them I told you that, they'd ostracize us in an instant\" She whispered to him, though it was lighthearted and jesting. She leaned back up and placed her hands on the counter. She looked in his general direction, but not directly at him, a polite smile on her face. \"Will this be all, today, Sir?\""
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hammerfall\n**The Arwin\n\nPulls up a leathery pouch, in it coins are heard rumbling about. \"Indeed. This will set me back by-...?\", he asks. Peering at the sheer weight and amount of the stock that he's about to purchase, he demands: \"Also, would there be an issue if some of my men were to assist me with hauling the supplies out of the shop?\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nCecelia rapped a finger against her chin, running her other hand across the provisions, judging the price based upon what she felt. \"Hmm. This is a large purchase. Well, two week's worth of rope, linen, thread, and our fine wolf pelts for eleven. This will cost you Sitxty seven gold and twenty five silver. There is absolutely no issue from us if your men assist in carrying the merchandise out. However, I must ask if any of your men are plague-ridden. They will not be permitted to enter the building if they are so.\" She took a much more serious tone and crossed her arms as she asked of the health of Ylbrett's men."
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hammerfall\n**The Arwin\n\nNods in agreement, dishing out the demanded coin with some initial hesitation. \"Madam, if that were to be the case, I too would have been a bearer of this disease. Fret not, I'm all but clean-... Health-wise, that is\", he replies, chocking on his last words. He goes on to add: \"However, if it brings you peace of mind, I've no issue with doing this on my own - as long as you permit me to ask for your assistance in holding the door open.\"\n\nHe then goes to hand the coins over to her, holding them out in a hand - \"This should be it\", he claims with certainty, unsure of where to place the coins."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"Just set the coin on the counter. It would be a little awkward for me to try and grab hold of them.\" She smiled and tapped her finger on the counter as she said this. \"My father will ensure it is the agreed upon amount. Although you seem to be a decent fellow, Mister Hammerfall, it is just good business practice to count the coin. Surely you understand.\" \n\nStill smiling, Cecelia shrugged. \"If you say that your men are free of plague, then please, by all means do what you will. We have no qualms letting them carry out the goods.\" She waved her arm across the counter, indicating the provisions resting upon it."
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