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{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hamerfall\n**The Arwin\n\n\"Sure thing\", he replies, placing the coins onto the counter for her father to count through. \n\nWith her approval, he heads over to the main-door. Opening it, he is met with the sight of his men starring blankly at him. He gestures at three of the men - \"Stuff that's on the counter, boys. And be careful not to break anything whilst in here\", he commands. The men slide out of their respective saddles and proceed with the task assigned to them by Ylbrett. Whilst this is happening, Ylbrett walks back to the counter - \"Many thanks for your business, madam - fine quality items at an affordable price. Before I leave, I've a question. You don't happen to know of any available work that might suit the likes of myself and mine, do you?\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nShe gave a kind little wave in the direction of his men's footsteps as a greeting. \"I suppose you and your men are not looking to stop foxes from getting into chicken coops. You can try the board in the town square, but I am not sure that much anyone here either requires or can afford your form of services. Personally...\" She puts a hand on her chest, indicating herself. \"I would try asking the nobility in these lands. They always have some sort of quarrel going on that needs attention. Trust me. I would know.\" She lightly cocked her head to the side and tapped her blindfold with two fingers. \"I genuinely do wish you the best of luck, Mister Hammerfall.\""
},
{
"author": "wizu0818",
"message": "Ylbrett Hamerfall\n**The Arwin\n\nThe man lets out a disappointing sigh - \"You are correct regarding the former, and in terms of the later... Everyone is holding onto their coin giving the current circumstances.\"\n\nMeanwhile, his men remove the last of the newly acquired supplies. \"All's done, Cap'n\", one of them speaks from beneath the doorway. Ylbrett clears his throat and clicks his fingers - \"Well then, we'll be off. Many thanks once more for your service.\"\n\nWith this, he offers both her and the father a bow of the head prior to exiting the establishment, closing the door behind himself."
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"Farewell, Mister Hammerfall. Please come again!\" Cecelia politely said as he shut the door. As she continued to face the door she smiled. \"A rather good purchase, no?\" Her father chuckled and laid a hand on her shoulder. \"Cici.\" He addressed her, his tone singsong. \"The normal price would have been at least a hundred gold. That was far more than a fair price, my dear daughter.\" \n\nShe smiled wider and crossed her arms. \"Perhaps, but he seemed a nice man, and besides, it would be nice to have more regular customers. Sometimes, the best business method is to be generous. I believe *You* Were the one to teach me that, father?\" \n\n\"Damn you.\" He laughed and shook his head. \"You're going to become a better merchant than me. Whatever shall I do with you?\" \n\n\"A better merchant than the likes of the *Great* Johnathan Arwin? Impossible!\" She laughed as well, pulling her father into a hug. \n\n\"Best you not forget it\" He lovingly and sarcastically responded. \"I think this will be a good day, Cecelia\" \n\n\"I believe so as well.\" She agreed."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore\n\nPrince Nickles huffed noisily through his nose as he struggled to push his wheelbarrow over the unevenly cobbled street. The contents of wheelbarrow rattled without rest, hidden under a moth-eaten blanket. \n\n\"I shall sell these babies if it's the last thing I do,\" Nickles snapped at an innocent couple passing by. The startled man tripped on a raised cobble in the midst of casting Nickles an admonishing frown. With great effort, Nickles diverted his wheelbarrow and doubled back, just in time to run over the man's hand as he attempted to get off the ground. The single wheel crushed his fingers and he screamed in pain. \n\n\"*You idiot!*\" The man cried, clutching his injured hand to his chest and rolling onto his back. His face was red and bunched up in pain. Nickles ran off down the street. He had business to attend to. \n\nViolently, the boy rammed his wheelbarrow into the front door of the Arwin Residence. He stepped back and fluffed his red hair, ready to take on whoever was on the other side of the door."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n**The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore**\n\n\"Ah, goddamn...\" *The Armored man spoke as he let out a heavy exhalation, looking up at the sky as he wandered down the street. It was obvious the man was a warrior of some orientation, as if the armor covering his person was not indication enough then the sword at his side and the shield on his back probably finished up the look. His rucksack was also rather full, suggesting a certain amount of strength. Coming from Azarya, even these temperatures were something quite foreign to him. He was used to it being piss all cold all 12 months of the year.*\n\n*As he walked down the roads of the North Shore, he couldn't help but notice something.. And that something was the event of a certain man just giving the work to another one's hand with a wheelbarrow. It was bizarre to say the least.. And the fact that the contents were underneath a blanket as tattered as that didn't make it any less odd, but who was he to incriminate people? But his destination did catch his eye, as he looked at the sign of the building.. A trading company, huh? He put a hand to the purse at his side, he still had a decent amount of coin left and he could probably do with dropping off some of the things he had picked up during his travels here. If not, he could still take a look about the place.*\n\n\"Well then.. May as well.\" *He shrugged as he came over to the same door that the boy had stepped in front of, and waited beside him with arms crossed. He was already in front of the door, so... He figured he would go inside eventually.*"
}
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{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nCecelia was startled at the sound of the door of the store being violently slammed open and gave a small gasp as he looked at the direction of the noise. \"Uh...\" She paused, trying to recollect herself. \"Wel-... *Ahem*. Welcome to the Arwin and family trading company. How may we be of service to you today?\" She tried her best to remain cordial to whoever barged in so abruptly. \"I certainly hope you did not damage the wall.\" She said nervously, her grip tight on the counter."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore\n\nPrince Nickles rolled his eyes and looked sidelong at the figure that appeared next to him. Stoic and tall, the boy let his neck go limp and his head flop back so that he could get a good look at the man. His already bulging eyes widened as he gaped at the man, shamelessly. His attention was snapped forward when a woman opened the door. \n\n\"What would you do if I damaged the wall? Be mad at me?\" Nickles asked with a dismissive wave of his hand. The wood on the door had certainly been splintered upon impact. \"The real question is, how may *I* Be of service to *You*?\" He whipped the blanket off of the wheelbarrow and revealed a dozen or so jingling jars of grape jam. The jars were a bit worse for wear, with jam seeping past the lids and smeared across the exterior of the glass. They were, without a single doubt, sticky to the touch. \"Do my wares interest you?\" He asked with more intensity than necessary, \"Can you imagine bathing in the coins that my jam will bring you? Kings, Queens, even duchesses will travel from high and low to get a lick of this delectable, *Delicious* Dessert. You will be a God among men if you were to come into possession of *My wares*.\" He reached up and gripped her hand, squeezing it as hard as he could. \"I will charge you for transportation and my labor, obviously.\""
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore.*\n\n*Faraam glanced back at the boy as he gawked up at him. This was something that he found to be... Slightly odd. Had he never seen a man in plate before? Surely he had at least seen a Knight of some sort during his lifetime, but alas, that was really not something he should bother with worrying over. The boy and him were here of their own accord.. Although from how he entered, the boy certainly could stand to have a bit of respect. This woman who was simply trying to run her business would now likely have to pay for this man's damages... Regardless, he let out a sigh and entered, stepping away from the man with a wheelbarrow to look around the front of the trade company building.*\n\n*Glancing back at the sound of cloth suddenly being flung, he looks at the contents which the man was attempting to peddle... And he wouldn't be afraid to say that he had seen rocks more appetizing than whatever that was supposed to be. It had the vague appearance of some sort of jelly or jam, but from how haphazardly stuffed together they were to the state of the jars themselves, he couldn't help but be slightly repulsed even if the contents were good. Although perhaps his tastes had been skewed, since for the first half of his life he had been treated to fine food of lesser Nobility and the latter half was fine Game his adoptive father had killed.* \"To be frank with ye pal, that looks like Mud from where I'm standing..\" *He spoke out, a thick Northern accent present. He didn't sound malicious, more or less just saying something how he thought it was.*"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore** \n\n\"Young man...\" Cecelia started, trying to remove herself from his grasp. \"I cannot see what it is you are attempting to sell to us.\" She didn't like this kid's tone. Who did he think he is? He certainly must have damaged the door with whatever he had rammed into it with, and she didn't appreciate how hard he was gripping her hand. It was not often Cecelia got angry, always trying to be cordial with prospective clients, but this kid struck a nerve within the golden blonde woman.\n\n\"You have almost certainly damaged our door from the sound of how hard you have rammed it, mocked me for worrying about the condition of this shop, you have not even bothered to properly look at whom you hope to be a client, otherwise you might have been able to deduce I am blind, so therefore I cannot see your wares, which from what this other gentleman has said, is not of edible quality, and then claimed that we would pay *You* For moving these goods *After* We have bought said preservatives. You have no manners young man, release me at once!\" Her normally silky and refined voice raised throughout the scolding to a tone which can be described as a mother reprimanding a child for breaking something. Even her father was surprised at her change in mood, raising an eyebrow as he looked over the scene. \n\n\"We are an upscale and professional establishment specializing in fine goods and materials. I would pray that we shall be deserving at least shred of decorum from those wishing to do business. Do we not?\"\n\nShe wasn't looking directly at him as she couldn't know how tall he was, so her 'gaze' ran over his head, but she felt she got her point across nonetheless"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Arwiin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore\n\n\"It's jam, you buffoon!\" Nickles shrieked at the man. \"Mud would be a waste of jars! THIS—,\" He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm himself, \"This is a collection of fine grape jams. You may sample some, for a high price,\" He said, pulling out a gummed up jar. He balanced it in his palm and extended it toward the man. \"You will not be disappointed.\" His eyes sparkled mischievously. \n\nHe turned his head to address the shopkeeper, who had taken a cross tone with him. \"Oh, do not worry, your door is pristine,\" Nickles said. \"How did you open a door if you're blind?\" He added, suspiciously. He narrowed his eyes and looked between the woman and the man. \n\nIt was all beginning to add up. \"Oh... I see what's happening here. Yes, of course. SCAM THE CHILD. SCAM THE CHILD OUT OF HIS WARES. *DID YOU THINK I WOULD NOT NOTICE?! YOUR BLIND ACT, HIS DEGRADATION OF MY PRODUCT? I KNOW WHAT I AM IN POSSESSION OF, I KNOW THE LIKES OF YOU TRYING TO SNATCH IT OUT OF MY HANDS FOR A LOW, LOW PRICE!*\" He screamed. He hurled a jar at the adjacent wall and it smashed to pieces. Grape jam slid down the wall and splattered wetly to the floor. Nickles panted heavily, clutching his chest to try and steady his palpitations."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore.*\n\n\"Ye think so, uh?\" *He said back to him with a voice that just screamed that he was thoroughly convinced... Oh, if only he was. She shook his head at the offer, before turning back to view what he was looking at. He was assuming, key word being assuming, that the boy would cut his losses here. He had already made a pretty bad impression on the keepers of this place, and wasn't really turning out to fix that... Although maybe he had been hoping for too much, since apparently this boy didn't know when to quit. The snark about her not being able to open a door if she was blind had irked him slightly, since it... Well, it just wasn't fair. Some people just had issues like that. Ever since he was taken in by Maarco after his Noble family threw him out he had become a much more... Humble, person.*\n\n\"Alright there bruv, that's not-\" *He said suddenly, turning around and directing a hand at him. He was planning to address him for what he had said.. But then he just exploded. Something that set off a sort of chain reaction. His first mistake was playing the victim card, and then he so brazenly assumed this woman was simply acting, and THEN he went on to parade his quite obviously garbage product before throwing it at the wall he was standing in front of. Fortunately it missed him and hit a ways to his right.. But he wasn't going to stand for something like this. He might not have been an official knight, or even a Noble anymore, but he still had a moral compass.*\n\n\"Alright there man, get outta here.\" *The armored man spoke with conviction, resting a hand on what looked to be a sort of weapon in his scabbard. The weapon had quite an intimidating, almost machete design to it. It was stout, but much longer than a dagger and certainly heftier as well. He did not pull it from the scabbard but he would threaten if he needed to.* \"You don't get outta here, there's gonna be bigger worries for ya.\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin family residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"Just an act? Just an *Act?!*\" This boy had no sense whatsoever, how dare he come into her shop, nay, Her *Home*, with such crass and disrespectful behavior?! He comes into her home, acting as if he's been sent from the Black family themselves, disrespecting her and the reputation of the trading company, then has the audacity to throw his 'precious' product against her wall, which, judging by the way it sounded like it shattered, made a mess. It just struck a nerve with her so deep she did something she has never done before in front of strangers, or even those outside her immediate family. Cecelia removed her blindfold. \n\nShe gritted through the sudden attack of swirling lights and blurry colors to show this boy her face. At that time, she was the one who gripped him tightly, pulling him closer so he could get a better look. Her scar cut deep across her face, looking as if it bisected it in two, her eyes were milky white and both were split as well, it was a jarring and grisly sight to behold. \n\n\"Listen well, young man. I was stricken across the eyes in battle defending these lands most likely before you were conceived, you arrogant brat. I have tried to come to terms with my blinding, but if this was what I get for defending this country, then gods be damned it was *Not* Worth it! How dare you act in the way you do? This is one of the most reputable businesses in these lands, and you wish to do business, but even for a mere child, your demeanor is that of brattish insolence! I will have none of it! Get out of my shop!\" She pointed in the direction of the open door, obviously making it clear that she was done with this kid."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Arwin Family Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore\n\nPrince Nickles dashed to his wheelbarrow and lobbed a jar at the man as he threatened him. \"You're going to kill me?! You're going draw a sword on a child?!\" He screamed, face red as a fresh summer beet. \"Tell me, marm, what will be my bigger worries?! A sword to the gut?\" He wheezed, blood beginning to drip down from both of his nostrils. The drops pattered to the floor, further sullying the shop. His palpitations quickened and he felt as though he'd fall into a daze any moment. If he could, he would give everyone in the room a swift kick to the temple.\n\nIt was then when the blind/blond shopkeeper lifted the veil from her eyes, revealing marred skin and stricken eyes. \n\n\"You fought in the Fall of Feyshore, did you?\" Prince Nickles Ramsalot rasped, his eyelids fluttering. \"Did you conspire to kill King Cleburn Ramsalot like the rest of them? The rest of the filthy traitors? What about you, Sir Cornhusk? Did you also play a part in that filthy rebellion?\" He snapped in the man's direction. It had all come together, but now it was falling apart. He, unknowingly, had fallen into a den of wolves."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore.*\n\n*This time he actually had to dodge the jar. And that was well and truly the last straw for Faraam.* \"Alright ye little brat, I've had just about enough of your disrespectful jammering.\" *He said suddenly, the hefty armored man grabbing the smaller boy by both of his shoulders. He wasn't planning on hurting him, the whole sword thing was just an attempt to get him to chill the hell out. Evidently that did not work, so he was going to have to throw him right out.* \"Not only do you disrespect me, you disrespect a blind woman and tarnish her history? Have ye no shame, boy?\" *He shook his head as he said this, pulling him away from the counter and towards the door. Evidently, he wasn't just saying that he had enough of this boy for dramatic effect. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to get thrown out of here.*\n\n\"Every warrior deserves respect, that includes those injured in battle. This is a lesson my father taught me, evidently one that yours failed to teach!\" *His voice rose, the restraint slipping from him as he got more passionate.* \"You come in here, disturb the peace, insult the pair of us and ruin this families shop. You're a disgrace! Now make yeself scarce, boy! You and your wares!\" *He proclaimed as he reached the door, bringing the boy around and tossing him out from the store. If he was going to talk all this shit, then he would need to be able to take the hits. He had little intention of helping him out after that appalling display he had made of this store.*"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin Residence and trading company**\n\nCecelia ran a hand along her head. The lights and colors combined with that entire situation were starting to give her one of those dreaded migraines. She reached along until she could find the counter again and leaned herself against it as she put her blindfold back on. \"I fought to defend those lands from the rebellion. I fought to protect the King. My only regret is not being able to continue the battle until the fight was over. I do not regret being blinded, even if it were for naught in the end.\" Her words sounded distant and pained. She sighed and dusted off her plain dress, trying to compose herself. \n\n\"That was... Regrettable. I apologize that your first experience with our company was one of such... Disarray. Please allow me to start over sir. Welcome to the Arwin family trading company. How may we be of service to you today? I swear to you that our establishment does not always offer such a disorderly welcome to our customers.\" She managed a smile through her anger and headache."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore \n\nNickles screamed in sheer terror as he was lifted and thrown from the shop. He hit the ground hard, with a resounding crack that seemed to echo for a full minute straight. Stunned, Nickles lifted his head and looked upon his legs. They were bent in three different angles and his sternum had caved in. The boy was born with many defects, making him as fragile as a butterfly's wing. A wave of pain washed over him and he opened his mouth to let out a horrendous shriek. \n\n\"Murder! Murderers! Filthy thieves killing me for my wares!\" His cries came close to shattering the nearby windows. \"MURDERERS! THIEVES!\" He attempted to crawl away and achieved no distance. His hip dislocated from the effort and he let out another string of curses."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*\n\n*Faraam had turned away by the time he had thrown the boy out, mainly in an attempt to remove the jars from the premise as well. There was no way in hell that these jars actually contained jam of any sort.. Well, maybe they did. But his perception of the person peddling them game him the impression otherwise. He looked up at the woman who had spoken to him, and was about to reply to her until he noticed the boy shouting things along the lines of 'Murderers' and 'Thieves.' He groaned, and replied to her.* \"A moment please.\" *The Northerner actually sounded rather relaxed in normal conversation.. And then her went to the door.*\n\n\"Will ya give it a rest already! You tried to con a blind woman, where is.. Your... Holy shit!\" *His voice slowly took on a tone of shock as he looked at the boy's crumpled body. How in the hell had that happened! He didn't even throw him that hard! As a matter of fact, how was he not dead with his chest like that? The legs only made it worse! He came out the the boy and took a knee beside him.* \"Gods.. How? Is there a healer anywhere?!\" *He asked aloud, distress in his voice. He just wanted to get the boy out of there because he was being rude and tried to con the shopkeeper, he didn't deserve to die for that! Although he should be dead right now with his injuries anyway!*"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin family residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"What's all this, then?\" The locals were starting to gather around the scene of the boy screaming about murder and thieves. \"Who's murd'rin who?\" The villager looked up at where he was thrown out of and raised an eyebrow. \"Th' Arwins? Murd'rin an' thievin'? Oh come off it! Look kid, the Arwins be some of the most repu'able people around. If they be throwin' you out of their store, there be good reason. The Arwins murd'rin. That be a new one for this old timer.\" \n\nCecelia heard the ruckus and slowly made her way to the door. She tripped on the wheelbarrow left in the doorway but managed to keep her balance. She felt along the door until she could find the doorframe, holding onto it. \n\n\"I do pray you did not hurt the boy too badly.\" She genuinely hoped, as rude as the boy was, that he was at least alright. \"Please tell me, is he alright?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nThe Arwin Family Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore\n\n\"Lift me, I need my jams. The jams... *The jams will heal me*,\" He rasped, coughing up a chunk of bloody sputum. He inhaled with a strange, rattling wheeze. \"Fill a tub with my wares and place my body inside. Yes— yes you must do this. Do this or I shall perish; broken and beaten on the street like a common mutt, a common whore.\"\n\nThe crowd that had formed looked quizzically up at Cecelia and Faraam. Nickles pressed a clammy hand to his forehead and looked to the heavens. \"Father, did I do well? Was I a good boy, father?\" He slurred. Blood started to cake the corners of his lips. He shut his eyes and suffered in pleasure. \"Yes. Yes, of course I was good.\" \n\nHe opened his left eye and peeped at the pair who had destroyed his bones. All his hard work to form a riveting skeleton had been ruined due to the dirty man's temper. Yes, Nickles thought, that was the appropriate phrasing. \n\n\"All my hard work to form a riveting skeleton has been ruined due to your temper, you dirty man,\" He said."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*\n\n*The more Faraam looked at this, the more something clicked in his head that this was.. Wrong. No man, let alone a boy of this size, should be alive with a torso injury like that. Let alone talking. He glanced back to the blind woman, and shook his head.* \"It's like nothing I've ever seen... I tossed the boy out after he brought fury to your store, and he simply crumpled. He be like a frail butterfly..\" *He spoke in explanation, before standing up.*\n\n\"Nay, boy. Ye need a doctor, or surgeon of some condition... It's a miracle ye are even still alive. Placing you in the jam would just be... Disrespectful, to ye.\" *He said, clearly convinced this boy had been going delusional after his injuries. The way he was speaking to a father figure that was not there was evidence enough for him in that aspect.* \"And what do you mean, form a riveting skeleton?...\" *He asked with a raiseed brow underneath his helmet.*\n\n*He would not lie, he was irked that the boy was placing blame on him even though this boy had utterly and completely been the cause of what had happened. He entered the store and insulted and forced his wares on a woman, a blind woman no less. That was something that just.. Spat in the face of every ounce of ettiquete he had been taught since he was born, and he wouldn't stand for it. But that last thing he had said... Forming a skeleton. For some reason that had worried him more than the rest of his delusional ramblings, it sounded to Faraam like he honestly meant it.*"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin Residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nCecelia felt around the side of the doorframe for the staff which was bestowed upon her all those years ago. She couldn't stand the thought of someone being injured or even dying on her doorstep because someone threw them out. Personally, she would have preferred if the boy would have left upon his own regard instead of being tossed out the door. Despite the kid's brash and arrogant behavior, she still cared for his well being. Finding the staff, she made her way out of the door, heading towards the commotion. The crowd parted for her so that she would not run into anyone as she made her way to the boy.\n\n\"Goodness. By all means, someone find a physician. Nobody should have to be injured due to the actions of I or the customers in my shop, despite how they may act. Especially a child\" \n\nCertainly this child was troubled, and Cecelia knew what it was like to be in pain, so she held sympathy for the boy, despite having every reason not to."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore\n\nPrince Nickles hissed and attempted to claw at the man and woman. \"I will attack any physician you bring near me. I simply will *Not* Allow one to inspect me!\" He snapped. \"I *Know* My body. I know how to mend it. Fill a tub with my *Jam wares* And then *Place me into the tub*, where I will *Incubate* And allow my body to *MEND THE WAY IT IS MEANT TO*,\" He said. \"Please respect my wishes and *Trust my medical judgement*.\" He let his arms fall limply to the ground and stared back up at the sky. \n\n\"If you will not help me, I will find someone who will. Someone with an ounce of humanity. Someone who does not LOB LITTLE CHILDREN ONTO THE COBBLES AND DISREGARD HIS WARES!\" He shouted, spraying the front of his shirt with blood. He coughed violently and spat out a bone fragment onto the toe of the man's shoe."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*\n\n\"Kid's a maniac..\" *He said quietly under his breath and helmet, which was quite inaudible under the incessant screaming of the boy. He turns back, and looks toward him.* \"Even now, you're trying to hurt us?! After everything you- Okay.\" *He calmed himself down. He had to remind himself that this boy was going to die. Well, he figured that he was going to die. With how he was acting this very well could be some trick to screw around with him, because NO BOY that had sustained THESE INJURIES should be doing anything close to talking right now. That and his relentless insistence that he help them despite everything he was saying and doing made his supply of good will drain very fast.*\n\n\"Listen. I know the Human body just as well as anyone else, boy. And I know for a fact that putting ye in some grape jelly will not do anything. If anything the stuff will get inside you and make things more painful. It's either you get a Physician... Or the alternative.\" *He said with a tone more serious than before. This boy was starting to tweak him out. Well, scratch that, he had been doing so this entire time. But now he was doing stuff borderline unnatural. If things got to a point... He may need to put him down. He took a few steps back to ensure he wouldn't get attacked again.*"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"Please, you must listen to reason. We only want to help you, and grape jelly is not what you need. Child, please try to understand. You need a doctor.\" Despite the boy's rancor, Cecelia tried to remain calm and comforting. He was clearly hysterical, and if seriousness and hostility were not reaching him, maybe a more tender approach was the way to make him see reason. \n\nShe knelt down and extended her hand to the boy, a soft smile on her face as she did so. \"Please allow us to help you.\" She truly felt sorry for the boy laying on the ground, and had hoped the encounter would not have to escalate. It had been a long time since her warring days, and she did not want anyone else to die on her account, even if it wasn't her fault"
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore\n\n\"You hurt me first!\" The young, ex-communicated prince roared at the man. \"I know *My* Body. It's mine and I want jam. I want a jam bath! Give me a jam bath! I need a jam bath to become stronger! I will attack the doctors and I will attack them mercilessly!\" He was becoming irate at their persistent resistance. The two were lazy oafs, he decided. \n\nHe rolled with great effort onto his stomach, groaning in pain. \"Grape *Jam* Is exactly what I need, my milky eyed maiden. Please, escort me to your tub and pour my wares upon my body. It's not as though you would *See* Anything. Is it really any harm to you? You two have delayed my healing process greatly by standing around here, blinking like imbeciles. I have two minutes left to live, *At most* Because of you. Come now, we must hurry. We haven't the time for you to bumble any longer about finding a... What did you call it? A dor... A draw... A dractor? No. I will not wait for your little hack to show up and charge me for a prolonged death,\" He said, dragging himself toward her. His legs dragged limply behind him. He batted at her feet and tried to climb up her legs. \n\n\"Carry me, now,\" He said. Perhaps the man would have been more fit to carry him to the tub, but he was a proven brute and Nickles did not trust him to handle his delicate frame with the care it deserved."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*\n\n\"By the moon kid, ye keep talking about your body like it ain't human!\" *He spoke with exasperation, walking around him as he shook his head. He was starting to believe what he had just said as well. He watched as the boy crawled over towards the blind woman, and started battering her legs... He was speechless. How was he able to tell so confidently when he was about to die, as well? Things just kept getting harder and harder to comprehend, and he decided to walk over to the woman to speak with her for a moment.*\n\n\"Listen... I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused but this boy does *Not need* That jam right now... Putting him in that stuff wont do anything but make him worse off than he already is.\" *He spoke with a crossing of his arms, looking back down at the boy who was still assaulting her legs.. It was pathetic, really. He did not know what to make of this in any sense, it was obvious he didn't care about the pain that most certainly should have been going through his body right now. That as well as the fact that he was so vehemently denying help from a Doctor and that he was so confidently able to say how much time he had left.* \n\n\"The things he's saying don't give me much confidence either, but... That could just be me being paranoid. I don't want this for the boy but if he doesn't get a real doctor than he is beyond any help, he may be beyond help even now but at least if a man of medicine gets here then he has a *Chance.*\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin Residence and trading company**\n\nShe took a step backwards, trying to get away from his grasp. His holding on tripped her backwards and she hit the ground, landing on her back. She had to take a few seconds to recollect herself after this, trying to get the wind back in her lungs. \n\n\"Please release your hold on me! Let go! I'll do no such thing for you!\" Her voice had gone from one of solace to one of desperation as she tried to remove herself from his grasp, crawling backwards. She wanted nothing to do with him, not after everything that had transpired. She had tried to extend niceties and an olive branch to him and he rejected it royaly. \n\n\"I had hoped that you might have listened to reason, child. I wish that you would just accept real help rather than these disillusions, but you have spat at every attempt at kindness so far. Please let go.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company\n\nThe situation was becoming dire. Nickles could feel his body begin to shut down. These country bumpkins were simply trying to let his time run out so that they could pillage his wares and sell them in their shop at a high price. They corroborated with each other, corrupted each other. The blind and the brute wanted nothing more than spit on his broken corpse and have his jam all for themselves. They would be rich and he would be rotting on the cobbles, as he assumed that they would leave him there to bake in the sun. It was an unfitting end for a prince whose life was filled with glitz and glamor. \n\nWith a great sigh of exasperation, Nickles let go of the woman's leg. \n\n\"Do I not look human to you? Am I not bleeding from every orifice, as a battered human child would?\" Nickles said. \"As you two have decided to let me suffer a most terrible and brutal death, I have come up with a compromise that will benefit all of us. Simply place me in my wheelbarrow, atop my wares, and roll me down the hill. I would very much like to breathe my last breaths among my beautiful jams.\" \n\nHe blinked impatiently at the man and woman, awaiting their response."
},
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"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company*\n\n*A last wish, huh... He would feel obligated to do that for him, if not for two things. The first was more or less his own personal superstition, but he felt like letting him roll down a hill with those jars would simply shatter them upon impact. He was so incredibly intent on 'healing' with these jars that he would go to such an extreme? It only brooded his skepticism more. The second, and the larger reason and overall more immediate problem... They were in the middle of one of the more populated areas of an already relatively flat city. There were mountains around sure, but a hill they could reasonably climb? He was not so sure about that.*\n\n\"I... Do not believe there are any such hills around here. Although forgive me if I am impotent, I am a foreigner. But in my time spent here, I have not seen much in the way of hills.. Those mountains do exist, but they are a distance away.\" *He spoke with a sigh, putting a hand to his helmet. He was getting torn up inside about this boy trying to demonize them. Yes, he could have been a bit more gentle in removing him from the shop, but any normal boy would have been just fine after falling like that. Added onto the fact he was being a brat without any care for those around him, that he had attempted to attack him with the jars and due to him not knowing the slightest thing about this 'Boy.' He was starting to believe that whatever this boy wanted to do with those Jars would be nothing but terrible, terrible news. He just hoped that the blind woman saw that... Wow, he certainly was glad he didn't say* ***That.***"
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nCecelia really didn't want the boy to die, she never would wish death on anyone. \"You are human, just as much as anyone else. Please, I will not help you with that. You're not going to die, okay?\" She slowly lifted herself up off the ground, patting herself off. \"We're going to get the help you need. My family happens to be in contact with the nobility. We can get you the best physicians in the land, you could even live in comfort.\" She wanted to help this boy, and sure, she could have been able to get in contact with the Blacks, or even North Feyshore's leading knight. Selling higher quality goods certainly did have its perks. The question was, would the boy even be willing to let her help him? \n\nHe had rejected every other attempt at assistance, would he reject an offer to live in comfort and luxury? She would have had to pull some serious strings and favors to let this boy have access to some of the finest doctors and temporary housing in North Feyshore. She would be willing to do so to prove her good faith to the boy. Despite everything that had happened and what had been said to her, she was very willing to go all out to help this boy."
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{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Arwin Residence, Northern Feyshore\n\n\"Then you must cart me up the mountain. My last rites deserve the be honored,\" Nickles said to the man. \"What's your name, by the way? I must know it in case I decide to report you to the proper authorities for crippling me. If I never dance again, I will thrash you with a rock,\" Nickles warned, shaking a creaky finger at him. He turned his attention back to the woman. \n\n\"You're blind, not deaf. I said I will not see a doctor,\" He said, clenching his fist. \"Will you accompany us to the mountains? I daresay you could use the exercise. Not to mention that you played a role in my imminent death.\"\n\nHe peered past them and into the shop. He wondered if he could sneak past them and get into their tub alone. If only they had cooperated. Now he had to exact his revenge up in the mountains. It was a displeasurable compromise. The altitude tended to take a heavy toll on his lungs, seeing as they were a quarter of the size they were when he was born."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence, Northern Feyshore*\n\n\"For someone that's been teetering on the verge of death for many minutes now, you're certainly smart of mouth...\" *He said with a sigh, looking away from him and back up at the mountain. They looked fairly sheer to him, the only one he felt they could reasonably traverse was the one that had been pathed out in order to allow access into the city. But that was about it, for the most part... He then turned back around.*\n\n\"Are you suggesting a blind person go mountain climbing?.. I may not be a good judge of ability, but I am sure most anyone can tell you that doing something such as that is a poor idea.\" *He spoke, starting to lose faith. Unlike Cecelia, she had nothing to offer to this boy. He was of false noble blood and had been outcasted, the only coin to his name was the satchel around his waist. He was practical and saw things for what they were, and while he was very much willing to make peace with the boy.. He did not seem to feel the same way.* \"One more thing... How do you yet live on? With your injuries, and how much time has passed it is...\" *He spoke, attempting to ignore the boy's threats for the umpteenth time now. It was very seriously getting grating to listen to.*\n\n\"And do not attempt to pin blame on her for this, if anything of the three of us she is the least at fault for your current state.\""
},
{
"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin**\n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nShe scoffed. Fine. Seeing as this boy was *So* Unwilling to accept any form of practical help whatsoever, and even still berated her in his broken state, her patience for his arrogance had worn thin. She had offered this boy everything and he turned it all down. And while she was rather good at traveling throughout the city on her own, the city was a far cry from a mountain, which even she knew was far out of her range of abilities now. Also, was this boy suggesting she was fat? \n\n\"I will not be a part of this any longer, boy. I have offered you everything, and yet you still mock me. I am sorry that you are in this current state, but it was your lack of manners that brought you to this. I cannot scale a mountain. Even I understand that. And I don't 'need the exercise' thank you very much, I, for one, keep myself in rather decent shape, for your information.\" Her voice, once soothing and soft took a much more apathetic and nearly disgusted tone. This boy was very unlikable, to the point that even the villagers were shocked at what they were hearing.\n\n\"I've never seen Mis' Cecelia so cold before. She's been kind to ev'ryone, so this kid must have struck a nerve with her.\" A villager piped up, shifting uncomfortably. Something about seeing her turn a cold shoulder was not something they expected, nor even imagined possible. \"Boy. Just do as Mis' Cecelia says. It'll be easier for ev'ryone if ye do. She can get you th' best of help.\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore\n\nHe brought his knuckles to his eyes and rubbed vigorously. He would have kicked their livers loose, had he use of his legs. The man and the woman were intent on prolonging his suffering. He decided that now was the time to initiate the first act of their punishment.\"If anything, she is the most to blame for this, seeing as she placed extra hard cobbles outside her shop. I need a jam bath. I don't see what is so hard to understand about this,\" He grumbled under his breath to the man. \n\nAs the villagers began to pipe up, Nickles raised his hand to silence them. \"Peasants, *Please*. Go about and mind your own business. Wash the fleas from your manes,\" He said. \"I will not take the advice of illiterates.\" The crowd dispersed with mutterings of insult and displeasure.\n\n Nickles laid on his stomach, propped his elbows up, and laced his fingers together, resting his chin delicately upon them. He smiled pleasantly at the two, showcasing his pointed, translucent gnashers. \"Take me to the proper authorities. I wish to file a complaint— a most *Grievous* Complaint regarding an assassination attempt, kidnapping, and burglary. By proper authorities, I mean the First Knight of Feyshore. I believe that he is the only one qualified to handle a crime of this caliber. *This* Request must not be too inconvenient for you two to honor,\" He said, popping his eyebrows up and broadening his grin."
},
{
"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore*\n\n\"Boy... With how you have been responding to our attempts to get you practical help, I am in no way inclined to honor any request you are making towards me. You have been nothing but vile ever since you entered the shop, and even now you do not cease? Even now in your unnatural state, ye continue to berate us and threaten us? I'm not going to have an ounce of it any longer. I've had it with the damnable jam bath you've spouted about, it will do nothing! It is nothing but grape jam! Explain to me just how exactly that is helpful in the medical process.\"\n\n*He was at his wits end with this boy. He had been offered everything - a chance to be healed by some of the best doctors that Cecelia knew. A chance to get some actual help, and he battered and assaulted both of them for it. As far as he was concerned he was being possessed by some ungodly force that they had no knowledge of, if anything they needed a Priest at this point. But maybe not even someone like that could help a boy that was so far gone.*\n\n\"I am not going to entertain your delusions of assault, either. There was *No* Assassination attempt, you brought every last bit of this upon yourself. There was *No* Kidnapping, I do not even know **Where** You pulled that from. And lastly, there was not an ounce of burglary. If anything, *She* Should be complaining about burglary, as you shattered your own jars against her walls and damaged her door.\""
},
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin** \n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\n\"I will not be a part of this any longer, young man. Your delusions of grandeur have granted you the dissent and apathy of all those around you. You lack all respect for others and yet you expect any in return? No, I will not honor any request you may make. You act as if you are nobility, but you are no more noble than the curs who feed on scraps. You treat others with such contempt, then victimize yourself without any regards for your personal actions which lead you to such a state. Your arrogance will be your downfall boy. You believe yourself the center of the known universe and yet you are no more significant than the rocks underneath you. You have no regard for how your actions affect others. You are truly despicable and are not deserving of any granting of requests.\"\n\nCecelia laid it all out for the boy, if he would not recognize his own arrogance, then she wanted nothing else to do with him. Her kindness had run out many minutes ago, and she had nothing else to say to him."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore\n\nHis mouth fell open in faux-disbelief. \"I am done talking in circles with you rats. I will travel to Castle Black *Myself* And report you *Myself*. You've crippled a young, innocent lad after tossing his wares against the walls of your shop in an attempt to sully my good name,\" He said, pounding his fists on the ground and dragging his body slowly away. \"*GOOD DAY TO YOU BOTH*!\" He screamed angrily, making slow progress away from the death trap that was the *Arwin Residence and Trading Company*. \n\nIt broke his heart to abandon his wares, but he had no choice. He estimated that he had two minutes, at most, left to live. The world needed to hear his story, his tale of suffering, his fable of woe. He could not let them continue to wreak havoc on the limbs of Feyshore's little lad population. Yes, he would be a tragic hero. He would be mythologized as the boy who stood strong in the face of adversity. A boy tortured for trying to peddle his innocent jams for all to enjoy. \"LET ME BE OF WARNING TO YOU ALL,\" Nickles shrieked into the the ground at the top of his lungs, \"MY LEGS WERE SHATTERED AND MY WARES PILLAGED! AT... THE... HANDS... OF... THESE TWO MANIACS!\" He had made it about three meters away, and counting."
},
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"author": "rapzombie",
"message": "**Faraam Kogis**\n*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*\n\n*Unsurprisingly to the acutal pair of sane people, the others present were not taking the boy's words that seriously after everything they had seen. Some wore empathetic expressions, but they turned their heads away. It was frankly both pathetic and disturbing to see something like this, someone so delusional on the brink of death. His playing of the victim card was rather ineffective, all things considered. And Faraam for one had no intention of pursuing the lad.*\n\n\"After everything... After all the help we offered him, he continues to lie and fall further into his delusion.\" *He spoke to himself more than anyone else. He knew just as well as the next guy that this kid wasn't going to get very far before dropping dead, since he should have dropped dead minutes ago after the initial incident. He had half a mind to end the suffering of the boy, but he was unsure of if he should do that just this moment.. He was certainly considering it, though. It was more merciful than allowing him to crawl away and anguish with a broken mind. But he stayed his hand and turned to Cecelia.*\n\n\"Would you.. Like me to clean up his mess inside, or do you have others in there who can handle that sort of thing?\" *He spoke to her, trying to take his mind away from what was going on not four meters away from them. That boy was the worst of humanity, he was vile, cheating, lying and conniving. His attempts to sway the peasantry in his favor had shown just how depserate and devilish he was even though the events had been quite clearly laid out.*"
},
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Cecelia Arwin** \n**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**\n\nCecelia sighed and rubbed her temple. That headache had set in full force after that entire ordeal. She still felt sorry for the boy, that he was so... Troubled... Yes, that was likely the best word for it. \n\n\"That would be much appreciated, thank you\" She replied to the man, giving him a tired smile.\n\nShe dusted off her dress, now dirty from being tripped by the boy, and turned around, as if looking for something. She cleared her throat. \"I'm sorry, which way is my home? I lost my bearings when I tripped\" The villager next to her smiled. \"It's to your left, Miss Cecelia.\" \n\n\"Thank you, sir.\" She replied, turning in the direction and heading to her door. She once again ran into that damned wheelbarrow, the jars within it clattering. \"Oh bloody hell\" She swore under her breath, moving around it. \n\n\"Sir, I know you don't desire to do so, but I have but one request. Can you at least return the boy's... Jams... To him? Despite his... Unsettled demeanor, they are not ours to keep.\""
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{
"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "Squire Valentyne Drayton\nThe Siren's Call, North Feyshore\n\nValentyne, quiet as ever, simply nursed a mug of ale that his master, Sir Tate Earnshaw, had purchased for him. The antics outside and inside the tavern were easily heard by the attentive young lad, and he found it all quite amusing, even if his consistently neutral facial expression failed to betray it. Upon being looked at by Tate, Valentyne returned the motion with a calm gaze of his own, followed by the faint hint of a smile whilst he silently nursed his beverage. Valentyne set the beverage down gently as Tate spoke, and decided to actually say something in return for once. The trip alongside the boy was probably a little boring thus far, considering Valentyne very rarely chose to speak. His eyes were plenty expressive when he wanted them to be, though, so Tate probably had a general idea of what Valentyne was thinking when he chose to betray it.\n\nValentyne calmly and coolly stated to Tate, \"I'd much rather you be the knight I serve under than most of the gentlemen here, to be truthful. You're the kind of knight I actually read about as a younger lad. I generally just chalk this arrangement up to fate and good blessings.\"\n\nValentyne then promptly shut up, going completely silent again and resuming the quiet drinking of his mug as Tate called over Sir Sterling Meese. Valentyne paid enough attention to know who all these knights were, along with their general reputations, so he found it far more favorable that Tate called over Sterling, as opposed to Fulton. Then again, Fulton was piss-drunk and pissing on the flowerbeds, so it was highly unlikely he'd be able to saunter over even if requested. Regardless, Valentyne watched quietly and waited, interested in seeing how events would unfold."
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\n*The Siren's Call*, Brindelle\nThe North Shore\n\n\"It's a shame you have a mortal liver. Another year or so of drinking like this and you would easily be as rich as a Romanov,\" The barmaid commented to Sir Fulton as she whisked away their emptied mugs. Heath laughed and flicked his cigarette ash to the sticky ground, side-stepping the staggering man as he made his way outside. Lord Edward was unconscious on the floor, likely drowning in a puddle of his own blood. Graciously, Heath used his foot to turn Sir Edwards face to the side before spotting a pair of his own and making his way over to them shortly after Sir Sterling.\n\n\"Sir Tate, Sir Sterling,\" Heath greeted each with a nod. Cigarette dangling between his lips he pulled up a chair with both hands and sat, lacing his fingers behind his shaggy, sandy locks. He motioned toward Sir Fulton's retreating back, \"I trust you enjoyed the show. Fulton will be footing the bill for the rest of the night. He made a small, bloody fortune.\"\n\nSir Tate was one of Feyshore's more polished knights, known for his impeccable appearance and apparent inability to stray from decorum. It was these attributes that earned him the queen's favor, though nobody aside from Heath knew it. His squire, it seemed, was cut from the same, silken cloth. When he originally joined the knight's academy, Heath had assumed he was of Araedian blood. His name was unusual for a Feyorian and he carried himself with a silent grace. \nThe pair appeared to still be on their first drinks of the night. Heath reached into his pocket and unearthed his leather cigarette case, holding one out to the squire. \"Have one,\" He said, keeping it extended until the boy took one. \n\nIt was then that he noticed the sick expression on Sterling's face. \"What happened to you?\" He asked. It seemed that, more often than not, something *Always* Happened to Sterling."
},
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Sirens' Call tavern, Brindelle\n\nUpon entering the tavern, Sir Sterling was beckoned by Sir Tate to a table with his squire. He gave a wave of acknowledgement while attempting to sidestep Lord Edward on the ground, making him unaware of the low-hanging wooden beam that smacked him in the head. With a grunt of pain, he continued to the waiting seat with Sir Heath following immediately behind him. Before he could get a word out, Heath began to fill them in about the events thus far of the evening.\n\n\"I stayed late for the night guard transition, and then after I left some children were committing mischief in the street. Dealt with that... Hit my head on a wagon in the process.\" Sterling droned on. \"I also ran into Miss Partridge outside her flower shop. I might have mentioned her. Makes a good soup. She asked me to help out with her cat which is... Uh... Is missing.\" A few seconds passed. \"How about you lot?\" He asked quickly to change the subject."
},
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"author": "cas7572",
"message": "Sir Fulton Coxe \nThe Siren's Call, Brindelle \n\nAs Fulton finished up, he clasped his belt and let out a loud burp. On his way back into the tavern, he came across the corpse of a mangled cat, and tore the back right foot off for a good luck charm. \n\nDucking his head to fit through the door, he bellowed out to the rest of the outfit, \"Boys, drinks are on me tonight. Well, technically on Lord Edward and the other fella I didn't catch the name of, but it's still free.\" He walked over to Sir Sterling and deposited the cat foot into his hand, grinning. \"Can make a necklace out of that, give it to your Miss Partridge, for good luck.\" He clapped the man on the shoulder and leaned himself on the bar, the wood creaking under his weight. \"Consider that my wedding gift for you, mate.\" \n\nFulton ordered another round for the lot of them, shooting a wink at the barmaid while she passed out the mugs. \"Heath, we might have to accompany good Sir Meese to his dinner, don't want him embarrassing himself in front of a woman like that.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov \n*The Sirens' Call*, Brindelle\n\n\"How thoughtful. Miss Partridge loves cats,\" Heath mused, eyes fixed on the cat blood that began to trickle down Sterling's pale wrist."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Squire Valentyne Drayton\nThe Siren's Call, North Feyshore**\n\nValentyne, as usual, watched and waited alongside his master. Upon noticing Sir Heath approaching, Valentyne regarded the man with a polite nod of his own. He expected an exchange of nods to be the extent of the interaction, but it appeared Heath wanted to be gracious and offer the young lad a cigarette. Valentyne wasn't a smoker. In fact, he despised the damn things. However, Valentyne would be damned if he was going to be impolite, so he politely took one out of the case. Ever curious, Valentyne sniffed the item and raised a brow due to the strange smell. \n\n\"Thank you kindly, Sir Heath,\" Valentyne calmly delivered, along with a polite smile to drive the point home. Valentyne committed to the bit in spite of the fact cigarettes smelled strange, and subsequently put the cigarette in his mouth, before walking over to a nearby lit torch. The young lad then held his jaw-length hair back to prevent it from being singed and then leaned forward towards the torch, lighting the end of the cigarette up with an impressive degree of precision. Valentyne then stepped away, let his hair back down, and returned to his place at Tate's side, letting the smoke from his cigarette drift up towards the ceiling. Just as he returned with a lit cigarette, though, Valentyne noticed the proper arrival of Sir Sterling Meese and the subsequent return of Sir Fulton Coxe, who came straight out of the gates grilling Sterling in a most ruthless manner. Valentyne found this, as well, to be very amusing, but he was perfect at maintaining a calm and neutral expression in even the funniest of situations. Sir Tate's statement regarding women was similarly amusing, but it also left room for contemplation. Valentyne wondered, though, if Tate really was onto something genuine about the issues of knights and their dynamics with fair maidens, or if the gallant man was just battling for a different court. Valentyne would not dare raise such a question, though, evidenced by his continued silence."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "Sir Sterling Meese\nAn uncomfortable situation in The Sirens' Call tavern, Brindelle\n\nSterling's hand shook when the bloodied cat's paw was placed within his hand. \"Thanks,\" He was able to manage, voice breaking.\n\n\"It was just dinner.\" Sterling said at Sir Tate's implication that his mind was clouded by Miss Partridge, putting the foot away as he spoke. \"It's probably just to say thanks. You see, Valentyne,\" Sir Sterling turned his attention to the squire, who he assumed may not be as familiar with the details. \"I knew Miss Partridge when we were kids. We played a lot of games, pretended to be married. Silly kid things, you know. We even had an old hidden wooden crate that was our 'house.' We drifted apart as we got older. She travelled a lot for all the beauty pageants she won. Then after became a squire, I spent a few months away from the city, and in that time her father died, and her mother had to move them away to somewhere more affordable. Since I was away for training, she just left me a letter of goodbye, but no return address because she didn't know where they were going. I didn't see her for years until not too long ago when I walked in to the shop she now owns the exact moment she was being robbed. The guy quickly shifted his attention to me because I was wearing my guard garb, and she ran into the next room. I went at him with my sword, but I hit my head on one of her shelves, which knocked over a stone flowerpot that caved in the thief's head. I woke up with my head in her lap saying, 'Sterling, it's you.' She was crying a bit, which I assume was just from the stress of the situation. She asked if there was anything she could do for me to repay what I did, I said I came to get some flowers if she could help pick some out. She asked for whom, and I said for my mother's birthday. She said 'GREAT!\" I assume because they would be less of a write-off, which is understandable in this economy. She also invited me over for dinner.\" \n** **\n\n\"So, you see, it's just a simple way to say thanks for the robbery stopping.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nHis House, Brindelle\n\nHis head had a dull ache. Whatever was going on, it had woken him up. He sat up, removing a hand which had settled in his breechcloth during the night. There was a scream and a crash, the sound of cursing. He groaned, propping himself up into an upright position, his stomach taut and round against his legs. His throat was dry. _A good sherry sack,_ he thought. He smacked his lips and rolled over onto his side, pushing one thick leg, then the other off the bed. Something cracked when he stood and when he straightened his back and bent his knees, more pops followed. _A good sherry sack would wake up the old bones._ \n\nAnother crash from beneath the floorboards sent the small taper candle wobbling, and he held it steady with a meaty fist as he lit the wick, although that only made it seem to wobble harder. The noise from outside was growing unbearable.\n\n\"A good sherry...\" He muttered, leaning over and stumbling to the door. He searched for his shoes, the fine leather boots the color of wine, only to find that they were already on his feet. He watched as another shake sent sprinkles of dust from the boards of the ceiling, and the candle he had lit fall of the side of his writing desk, plunging the room back into darkness. When he opened the door of his house and stepped out onto the upper balcony of the Siren's Call, he slapped his hands on the railing and began to spy for those he knew. Ser Oreson Buckle was fat for a priest, let alone a knight. His entire body was draped in a massive swath of bright red cloth, with a great green sash across his swollen belly and a great leather belt, synched with a tarnished silver buckle that, had he been given a squire, would have been shined. When he inspected the room, he did so over the great crest of his red round cheeks, which settled down his neck and right into his rounded chest. \n\nWhen he saw Ser Fulton Coxe, who was always good for a fine sherry sack, burst through the front doors, the fat old man meant to call out to him, until he saw who he was walking to. It was not every day that a Romanov bought drinks.\n\n\"Ser Heath!\" Ser Buckle placed a hand on his stomach, \"To see you in such good spirits should make the mouth wet for a spirit itself.\"\n\nSer Oreson was an old knight, and when he was sober, he spoke in fine poetry and song. He was not sober now, or was he often.\n\n\"And a good sherry sack, I should think. With good castle sliver.\""
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"author": "cas7572",
"message": "Sir Fulton Coxe \nThe Siren's Call, Brindelle \n\n\"Sir Oreson, I'm glad you're here, means I've finally got competition. Perhaps in a bit we'll take to the table if you feel up to the challenge.\" Fulton gave Oreson a nudge on his rather round midsection after handing him the sherry he'd inquired about. \"I was going about my duties earlier and was asked if you'd lost weight,\" He said to his longtime friend, \"And all I replied was 'If Sir Buckle has lost weight, he needs only to check under his shirt to find it.'\" \n\nHe'd heard Tate's whining about women, and let out a loud groan before addressing the man. \"If you want to bask in your fellow man then that's your business, good sir, but there's nothing wrong with Sir Meese asking for Miss Partridge's assistance in polishing his lance. You've no business telling another man where to sheathe his blade, and I personally don't want him to be exercising his sword arm for the rest of his days.\" Fulton jested as he turned his attention to the squire and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. \"Be careful with Sir Tate here, you can read about knights and practice your manners all you like, but pleasantries won't stop steel from rending your flesh.\" He passed a full mug into the boy's free hand, \"And for the love of the gods, boy, drink. It might turn you into a man one of these days.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Siren's Call, The North Shore\n\n When Ser Fulton commented on his weight, Ser Oreson did not seem to recognize. Instead, as he descended down to stairs, he leaned heavily against the railing. He gestured to the young knights at the table before him. A young boy, no older than seven, came beside him with his cup, and the goblet of sherry sack fell into his fat hand. \"And now be a lamb and fetch the chair for this old knight, would you?\"\n\n\"These sober blooded boys...\" He took a deep sip from his goblet and when he pulled away, his grey moustache was sodden. \"There has been many a battle over your cups.. But such thin potations do not inspire me so. Wine and beer make for foul replacements that spoil the humors and drives the pleasure of fools and cowards and tavern brawlers but this...\" He held the cup aloft, \"Is perhaps your greatest gift to me. And for that? I shall sup with you.\" He downed the cup, tipping it backwards and spilling the contents down into his mouth. And just as he began to sit, the boy had just managed to push the great red chair beside the table. When he fell ponderously backwards, the great leather chair creaked, but held. The boy, who was nearly crushed, had not seemed to notice. \"And another, on these fine golden knights.\" The boy took the goblet and ran back to the bar.\n\nThere were speckles of sherry in his beard when he looked at Ser Meese. If Ser Oreson was to be believed, they had once been the same height. \n\n\"And lo, Ser Sterling. You must hold tightly to that catspaw. There is old magic in these things.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Sirens' Call tavern, Brindelle\n\nEveryone at the table seemed to thankfully be distracted by the arrival of Sir Oreson. He sounded like he had just woken up and looked as though he'd be dead before the end of the year, but he had looked that way for several years now. \"Do I appear to be a man in need of luck?\" Sir Sterling asked, nursing his most recent whack to the head. \"Especially from magic as bloody as this.\" He noticed the rabbit blood congealing as it leaked down his forearm."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\n*The Siren's Call*, Brindelle \n\nSir Heath blinked at Sterling's story, barely able to make out his words over the roar from the table over. It astounded him that a knight of his guard had so little insight when it came to women. He cleared his throat and shook his head. \"It'd be a shame to let Miss Partridge's affection toward you go to waste. Though if you were to bend yourself over for men, as Sir Tate suggests, I'd rather not hear of it, \" Heath said, leaning his chair back on its two legs and slowly rocking as he considered his commrade's predicament. He grinned good-naturedly at Sir Tate, offering over a drag from his own cigarette. The booming voice of a god came down from above, causing everyone to lift their heads. Sir Oreson, the oldest man Heath had ever known, lumbered down the wooden stairs and joined the group. Heath did not estimate it would take long for Oreson to catch up to Fulton's state of intoxication. He figured he should pick up his own pace. \n\n\"Another rum, love,\" Heath said to the passing barmaid, \"A round for the entire table, if you don't mind.\" \n\n\"Of course, Sir Romanov,\" She smiled. Heath joined his palms together in thanks. She came back shortly thereafter and Heath passed a glass to Sterling. \n\n\"You're the *Unluckiest* Fucker in Feyshore,\" Heath said, tipping back his glass."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "'Sir Heath!' Oreson called, 'To see you in such good spirits should make the mouth wet for a spirit itself.' Well-said, thought Tate. \n\nHe loved the old fellow for his honesty, deeper than perhaps even the man himself was aware, and always had a chuckle to give at his comrade's seemingly unquenchable thirst for his choice of wines. Fulton going on as freely as ever about his games of chance was not so amusing to him, but his sour regard could not keep up against Fulton's rib at Oreson's weight. The man's usual manners belied his sparkling wit; that much Tate had to admit, if only to himself.\n\n'You're the *Unluckiest* Fucker in Feyshore,' said Heath. Tate barked a laugh.\n\n'I'll second that,' he put in with a grin. 'And if you need 'old' magic to sort it, there's surely no better man than our good friend here!' He nudged Oreson's arm, snickering his cattish little snicker, as he claimed his glass of rum."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Squire Valentyne Drayton\nThe Siren's Call, North Feyshore**\n\nValentyne drank more of his ale and smoked his cigarette as Sir Sterling told his long-winded story. Ever the polite young lad, Valentyne set his mug down and nodded with acknowledgement when Sterling was done speaking.\n\n\"Don't worry, Sir. I believe you,\" Valentyne calmly responded. Not long after this, though, Fulton made his way over to Valentyne, and the boy very softly sighed as he was semi-forcibly subject to the brutal knight's attempts to indoctrinate him into full barbarism. Valentyne simply listened, accepted the full mug of ale, and began drinking lightly from it as he smoked his cigarette. He was about halfway down already, and it took every bit of him to not cough his lungs out. He hated it, but he smoked it regardless. In for a penny, in for a pound, is what he always said. Thankfully, though, Tate came to Valentyne's rescue from such nonsense, ensuring he didn't have to say a damn thing. Valentyne nodded again towards Sir Tate, smiling very lightly as he listened to his master's advice. Soon after that, though, the group of knights and the lone squire were joined by Sir Oreson Buckle, another well-renowned knight in the lands of Feyshore. The table was definitely a full house now, and Valentyne took the typical silent option, opting not to say much of anything as he lightly drank his ale and began finishing his cigarette."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Sirens' Call**\n\nThe mentioning of the grave test brought back his own memories of the experience. \"The knight I served had a squire before me who died doing it. He made me write a letter to my mother and father in case something happened to me too. I re-wrote it so many times. Good luck, Valentyne.\""
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"author": "cas7572",
"message": "Sir Fulton Coxe \nThe Sirens' Call, Brindelle \n\n\"Mine insisted that large stones be added to my grave, 'Makes for strong knights', he said.\" Fulton tapped some ash onto the floor, empty eyes staring at the table. \"Broke both wrists and nearly suffocated, but got out nonetheless.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Siren's Call, Brindelle\n\nSer Oreson looked into the shimmering surface of his cup, at the old face looking back at him. The drink had warmed the mind and the extremities thusly, but there was a melancholy about the man as the others recounted their brushes with death.\n\n\"Alas...\" He said, \"To be buried.\" \n\nThe old knight looked wistfully at the boy, \"I had been the last to go, in halycon days. But even then, I was sure of stock, and they were unable to produce a casket suitable.\" It was half a lie. They had refused to widen the hole. \n\n\"So there had been a special test devised to prove my courage...\" The old knight petered off. He remembered the barrel and the waterfall. When he found himself, he had found his cheer again. \n\n\"But some things are best left unwritten, especially on the eve of such a crucible as this. Valentyne, my boy, fear not. Only those who are not true of heart drown in the dirt.\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nThe Cliffs\nBrindelle\n\nThe noble knights of Feyshore watched in a stunned silence as the boy failed to emerge fully from the grave. The muffled ramblings of a madman drifted from the dirt. \n\n\"Hogcock?\" Heath muttered, side eyeing his comrades. \"The poor fuck's gone delirious from lack of air.\" With a heavy sigh, he reached down to grab a spade. Before he could move further, the dirt rustled and Valentyne's head popped up from the grave like the spring daisies of that very season.\n\n\"*On the eve of Hogcock, no less!*\" He shrieked, eyes bleary and face caked in mud. Heath and Sir Oreson hurried over to hoist the boy up by his shoulders and out of the dirt. They laid him on the wet grass and looked down at him quizzically. \n\n\"Do you think he'll go back to normal, soon?\" Heath asked the group. \"In any case, I suppose we can count this as a pass. He *Did* Make it out.\" He looked to the Sir Tate. \"It's your call.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Cliffs, Brindelle\n\nSer Oreson nudged the side of him with his boot. The hole from which the boy had emerged was no larger than one of his thighs.\n\n\"No,\" He said, solemnly. In a flourish, he removed his floppy hat and held it close to his chest. \"He appeared to have swallowed a large amount of dirt. Dirt Madness, I've heard it called.\" He cast his gaze downwards and began to shake his head, \"He may never recover...\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Cliffs, Brindelle**\n\nSterling let out a sigh of relief and smiled when Valentyn made it to the surface. He turned his gaze toward Fulton. \"Pay up. He made it.\" Sterling extended a hand."
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"author": "cas7572",
"message": "Sir Fulton Coxe \nThe Cliffs, Brindelle \n\nFulton locked eyes with Stirling, and let out a scoff. \"Our wager was for him to make it out in *One* Piece.\" Fulton pointed to the boy, \"Little shit's lost his mind in that hole, so it's you who owes.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Cliffs, Brindelle\n\nSer Oreson chimed in sadly, \"And on Hogcock Eve, no less...\" \n\nThe great knight got down ponderously onto one knee and placed the boy's dirty cheek in his soft hand. \n\n\"Shall no one fetch this poor boy a drink?\" He said, in reference to himself."
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"author": "seamusmcandrews",
"message": "**Valentyne Drayton\nThe Cliffs (and the Mud!), Brindelle**\n\nValentyne, thankfully, came to rather quickly. After a few moments of laying in the rain and mud, having been pulled out the rest of the way by his seniors, the squire sat up on his own volition, getting into a kneeling position. After a slight groan, Valentyne vomited up what was probably a bunch of mud. He then lightly smacked the side of his head a few times, rubbed his eyes, and looked around at everyone, noticing now that he was still alive. He didn't seem to remember the yelling about Hogcock that he'd been on about a minute or two ago.\n\nValentyne then politely inquired, \"I presume I got out successfully, then? Or do I have to do this all over again?\""
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Sir Heath Romanov\nBrindelle\n\nAnd thus, the Northshore was awarded a fresh-blooded, lion-hearted knight of the realm. The rain lessened and the full moon emerged from the hazy clouds, bathing Sir Valentyn in its pale light. His hunched, gagging figure was illuminated as he coughed up the last remnants of earth from his lungs. The senior knights looked on proudly, reminded of their own trial. \n\nKeeping with tradition, the group quickly found themselves back at *The Siren's Call*, celebrating Valentyn's success at not dying. Cigarette between his lips and with bloodshot eyes, Sir Heath pushed himself up from the raucous table and staggered to the front of the bar to buy the group yet another round. He passed an odd group on his way, composed of grisly, melancholy men speaking in soft voices. \"...They fear the children to be dead,\" The man's low mutter drifted to Heath's ears. He stopped and raised his eyebrows. A barmaid pushed past him, causing the beer on her platter to slosh down her arms. She shot him an annoyed glance and he merely shrugged before turning his attention back onto the men. \n\n\"Aye. They're saying a white rabbit has been spotted playing about the children before they disappear. So white it appears to glow in the fuckin' dark. They follow it into the trees and then... The Gilich's young daughter went missing just yesterday. Same fuckin' story,\" Another said. \n\n\"Parents not keeping their damn eyes on their children is all that it is. You live near a bloody forest, there are going to be bloody fuckin' wolves snatching the little ones up. *A glowing white rabbit*. An excuse to save face so no one knows that you're a shitty fuckin' parent is what the fuck it is,\" The third man said. Heath opened his mouth to inquire further details when a loud thud sounded throughout the tavern. All conversation quieted from the stunned patrons.\n\nSir Oreson was lying on his back on the floor, cursing profusely. His chair had buckled under his weight before finally giving and reducing to sawdust. Heath sighed and made his way back over to the group so that he could struggle against his own intoxication and help the old knight up. They were there so that Valentyn could get laid, but of course, Sir Oreson had to make the night about himself and steal all the attention away."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Ser Oreson Buckle\nThe Siren's Call\n\nContrary to what Ser Heath the Drunkard might have heard, Ser Oreson did not curse. He was a knight of the realm, a chivalrous sort of fellow, one that upheld the sacred code of his order. Drink to excess, mayhaps. Finagle the odd woman of the night, of course. Enjoy the relative power that his rank provided him, it was only natural. But swear? To curse and bellow like some common dock worker? No, never, not the brave and honorable Ser Oreson.\n\n\"Goodness! Gods be good!\" Was what he said instead, \"Good gracious! Oh ho! I've fallen! I've been felled! Come here, come here boy, and help me up! Come help your uncle Buckle! Oh ho ho!\"\n\nHis diminutive nephew (or at least the boy he called his nephew) who looked to be no older than ten and no larger than seven, could only wrap his tiny hands around one or two of the knight's thick white fingers. He tugged on them with all of his strength, leaning back onto his heels, but still, all Ser Oreson could do was roll on his back like an overturned turtle. \n\n\"Heath! Ser Heath!\" Ser Oreson called for his most trusted man in arms, \"Come! Come help me! Oh ho ho! I've fallen, Ser Heath, and now here I roll around! On the floor! This, dirty, dirty floor! Oh ho ho ho! I've fallen and I can not get up, it seems! So help me. Heath! Yes! Me! Grab on to me, boy! And hoist! Oh ho ho!\"\n\nIn addition to his lofty frame, he was also blackout drunk."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Sir Sterling Meese\nThe Siren's Call**\n\nSterling had left the tavern to relieve himself outside. The peaceful moment to himself was spoiled when two dogs began ripping apart the cat that had fallen from the sky earlier that evening. Upon refastening his belt, he sat down on a street-side bench and watched the animals, pondering whether or not he should tell Miss Partridge about the fate of her cat.\n\nHis decision would need to be made sooner than expected. The cat's mangled remains were severed in two and dragged away by the hounds, leaving only a puddle of congealed blood. The moment that the street was silent again, Sterling heard a voice calling out. \"Tulip! Tulip!\" Miss Partridge herself was coming down the way, calling out the name of her late cat. Sterling figured it was too late to scramble back into the tavern, so he turned his face away, hoping she'd pay no mind. Her footsteps stopped. \"Sir Sterling?\"\n\nSir Sterling turned toward her. \"Miss Partridge!\" He feigned surprise.\n\n\"What are you doing here?\" She asked.\n\nInside, the splintering of a wooden chair was heard. \"Knight business. What about you?\"\n\n\"Oh...\" Her voice broke. \"Tulip is missing. I came out to look for her.\"\n\n\"I'm certain she's not far away.\" Sterling said somewhat truthfully.\n\n\"But I'm so worried...\"\n** **\n\n\"Here here.\" Sterling gestured for her to join him on the bench while taking off his jacket to drape over her shoulders. \"I'm sure she just found a mouse to eat and is taking a nap.\"\n\n\"I hope.\" She said, leaning against Sterling. Her head tilted forward and sniffed. \"This jacket smells like you.\"\n\nSterling was unsure of how to take the comment. \"Sorry? I can have it washed.\"\n\n\"No no, it's nice.\" She slid closer to Sterling and put a hand on his thigh.\n\nSterling could tell by her physical touch that she very much missed her cat. \"Tulip is very dark. Perhaps it would be better to go to bed since it's night now and look more in the morning.\"\n\nMiss Partridge after many dinner invites had never gotten this close to Sterling before and had for a moment forgotten why she was there. \"Hmm? Oh, right.\"\n\n\"I promise you this: I will find Tulip.\" Sterling said, feeling guilty.\n\n\"Thank you.\" Miss Partridge stood up and blew Sterling a kiss.\n\nSterling also stood up and tensed as Miss Partridge walked by the cat blood puddle, but she did not linger on it, and Sir Meese let out a sigh of relief before heading back inside."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "For the second year and a row, Anyanka and Mikhail weren't home to celebrate Hogcock. They'd left a few days ago, at the arrival of Danico. She was admittedly disappointed to go, but she knew it wasn't something she could delay for her own sake. Having Mikhail in Astoria for the holiday was one thing, it was another entirely to know it was forced and the boy was miserable the entire time. There would be Hogcock's in the years to come. Missing Eric and Angelica's wedding was another regret, but they knew she wished she could be in attendance. \n\nSo far the journey hadn't been much more than time in a carriage. Danico traveled in his own, while the Astorian party traveled in one of their own. It was unmarked, and the coach was ordered to keep them within sight of Danico's the entire journey. Night had fallen, and the trio were more than antsy with their confinement. An inn was found, and the party booked two rooms for the evening. \n\nAnyanka had just shed her coat in the room her and Mikhail were to share, draping it over the coat hook by the door before doing the same with Mikhail's. The fire was already lit, and the room was a pleasant temperature as Mikhail stretched his legs, pacing back and forth before the fire. \n\n\"Do you want to do for a walk, if you need more room I can accompany you.\" Anya offered, her fingers lingering over the collar of the coat she'd just put up in case he wanted it.\n\n\"No, mama.\" The boy answered with a shake of his head. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to her. \"Mama, is Yaggm real?\" He questioned, and the woman blinked. \n\nIt was a difficult thing to answer, and she pressed her lips together. \"Most parents tell their children the story of Yaggm with the belief that it's just a story.\" She finally answered.\n\n\"So he's not real.\" \n\n\"I didn't say that.\" \n\n\"So he _is_ real?\"\n\nAnya smiled softly. \"I also didn't say that.\" She pointed out, and moved to take a seat on the trunk that the porter had brought up for them. \"He's a story, same as Cleburn, and same as we will be one day. It doesn't mean he wasn't real, but it's most likely his story is a little... Embellished.\" She mused, and continued on. \"Why, do you fear him?\"\n\n\"I fear demons.\" Mikhail said, as if that was answer enough. \n\n\"You have no reason to, Mikhail.\"\n\n\"I wasn't exactly _good_ this year, Mama.\"\n\nThe disappointment in his voice was upsetting, and Anya pressed her lips together before standing. \"You have not made the world a worse place for having been here. In my eyes, that's pretty good.\"\n\nMikhail's frown persisted though, and she turned, lifting the lid of the trunk. From it, she produced a box, and turned to show it to the boy. It was wrapped in silver, with a red bow adorning it's top with ribbons that curled down it's side. \n\n\"You're a good person, Mikhail. I know you don't feel it at the moment. And I know you're struggling. But struggling doesn't mean you're in the wrong. Life isn't always easy. We have to get through the rough times in order to grow. You're growing. And will continue to grow. As a person, as a Prince, and one day, as a King.\" She held the box out to him, and urged him to step forward and take it. \n\nWhen he did, she took a seat once more, and folded her hands in her lap. When he pulled the length of ribbon to release it, and the silver paper was carefully torn from the box, he examined the deep brown wood of it. Tempted to shake it like he had as a child, he looked to Anya, who normally gave the signal as to whether or not that was okay. This time, she shook her head 'no'. \n\nWith it, unhooked the latch, and lifted the lid. Within, lay a crown. A soft gold color that complimented his hair, with sculpted poppies that bore deep red rubies as their centers. He glanced up at her, unsure what to say. \n\n\"Happy Hogcock, Prince Mikhail.\" She said simply, and he smiled, not caring if Yaggm came to visit them that night."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth was silent as he exited the Astorian travel line. He had remained silent for most of the time while they were traveling and was glad to finally be there. The mage was tired as he head into the inn and picked a room. \n\nDayveth pushed open his door and stepped in, swiftly putting down his things and hanging his cloak on a hook by the door. The mage stretched and sat down, groaning as he finally relieved his aching feet. In the back of his head, Dayveth wondered if he'd end up seeing his queen that night."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka left the room when Mikhail fell asleep. His breathing slowed, and though she doubted he was truly asleep, she wasn't going to press the matter. Originally, she had moved towards Danico's room. She wanted to pester the man about how much longer they'd have on the journey before they reached his lab. But when she knocked, no answer came, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance before heading down the hall of the inn in the opposite direction. Dayveth's room was booked with her coin, so she didn't feel bad knocking on the Doctor's door late at night."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Coming,\" Dayveth announced, loud enough to be heard but still considerate of the inn's other occupants. He moves to the door and unbolted it, pulling it back to reveal Anyanka. \n\n\"Good evening, Your Highness. Please, come in.\" Dayveth stepped back to make room for her, as well as making a slightly theatrical welcoming gesture. His smile was tired, but inviting, as greeted his liege."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "He ushered her inside, and she didn't protest the gesture. She was tired, but couldn't quite find the will to make her mind stop whirling. \"I hope you don't mind the intrusion, I know we should both be getting some sleep, however I can't shake the feeling something strange is about to happen.\" She admitted, and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling her knee up to rest along it. \n\n\"Are you feeling that sting in the air too, or am I just overworked and losing it?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "He moved to sit beside her on his bed, keeping his smile upon his face. \"I'm tired, so I'm not feeling much at all. But you're in a foreign place on unusual circumstances. It's normal to feel strange. It'd be strange to not be on edge, especially someone in your position.\" \n\nDayveth kicked off his boots and was glad that he had ridden instead of walked, so that his feet didn't smell like the wrong end of a swamp creature. He leaned against her, putting his arm behind her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"I hate the north. This place gives me the creeps and is _seeping_ with dark magics.\" She muttered, and when he leaned against her, wrapping his arm around her she exhaled, letting her eyes close for a moment. \n\n\"We're too close to the Witherlands. If word gets out that Mikhail and I are here, Vivayn's men will be headed this way. I didn't want to stop, but Mikhail was restless and you looked like you needed a break as well. Danico... Well, he seems like he could go for weeks unhindered by sleep or hunger.\" She mused softly. \n\nHer fingers reached up to her hair, it was dark at the moment, a deep brunette that almost looked black in the dim lighting. She'd glamored herself and Mikhail for the trip, they both sported dark locks and brown eyes at the moment. The sigils she hadn't been able to hide away, so she'd just made sure to stay layered. Theoretically, no one knew they were headed North, and no one knew Mikhail was on the mainland either. Still, she was uneasy."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth relaxed into her and smirked. \"I'm seeping with magics and that hasn't stopped you. Besides, you two are all disguised, it feels strange that you're the same fiery-haired woman from Astoria. From your looks anyway.\"\n\nHe wasn't lying. Dayveth felt slightly odd being close with her as she looked different than the woman he knew, but she still worried the same way. \"You two'll be fine. Mikhail will be yours while I still breath, and don't stop our travels because of me. Don't forget the life I had before I was under your employ.\" His smirk had eased into a tired smile."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"You're not seeping with _dark_ magics, Dayveth.\" She reminded him pointedly and shifted from her position to take one against the headboard. With it, she motioned for him to follow, offering his head the place on her lap or chest if he wanted it. \n\n\"I think we'll be fine, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I very well could be.\" Dayeth teased as he moved rest his head upon her lap. He released an obligatory sigh as he relaxed. \"I just might be a warlock, or something else fierce.\" \n\nDayveth glanced up at her new appearance, as if evaluating it for appraisal."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman laughed and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, pushing her fingers through his hair. \"Well, if you were a warlock you could have told me before we traveled all the way.\" She teased."
},
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Where would be the fun in that?\" He teased, letting his eyelids close as her fingers toyed with his hair. \"Perhaps I'll turn you into a toad.\" His smile showed he wasn't done teasing before he made a deep throaty noise, followed by Dayveth lightly \"Ribbiting\" Several times. The doctor didn't wait for a response from her before laughing himself."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "'Welcome to Astoria, home of the world's first toad fucking doctor.\" She ran her hand though the air to mimic the sign that would mark the borders of that were true. He laughed and she sank a bit into the bed, enjoying not worrying for s brief second"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I'd have to feed you crickets,\" Replied Dayveth as he sat up with a groan. He moved to sit next to his queen, pecking her on the forehead before setting his own back against the headboard. \"Maybe a cat would be better. You'd be more sociable.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Hm, I do love some heavy petting.\" The temporary brunette mused, closing her eyes at the Peck he gave her. \n\n\"What's the worst illness you've cured?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Loneliness,\" Dayveth replied, only half kidding as he looked at her, an eyebrow raised. He had a strong feeling her question wasn't born from mere curiosity. \n\n\"Some very ugly plagues and very deadly sword cuts. Why?\" Dayveth also had a strong notion of the answer to his own question, but he felt obliged to ask."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Anything inflicted by magic?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Couple of burns, cauterizing some slices, but nothing in the nature of which you're asking.\" Dayveth's gaze shifted down ward as he continued with an honest \"I'm sorry.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Don't be. We dont know what will happen when we arrive, I was merely curious to know if you had prior experience. I'm sure between the both of us we could manage.\" She told him reaching for the man's hand."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth took her hand and pressed it to his lips before smiling at her once more. \"Of course. You're a queen, not much is out of your reach. You've certainly got enough men to do your bidding,\" Dayveth teased again, as if he was jealous."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Ten days. Ten days until she had to return to the Alchemist for that awful potion. The taste continued to linger on her tongue, annoying her to a great extent but she was forced to ignore it as she pushed herself through the thick layers of snow. The frozen air bit harshly at her skin, causing the light pink shade of her skin to turn a blue hue. Usually Cecilia would have made it so they were travelling in her wolf form, but Toula didn't see the point in doing so. It would only make their situation difficult when she had to shift back into a human as she would be nude in the cruel winter snow. Sure she wouldn't die from hypothermia, it didn't mean she wouldn't pass out and leave herself vulnerable to any passing human or animal. \n\nToula was currently covered in a thick robe which didn't compete will with the weather as the snow began to soak through the material, causing it to lose any warmth it was possible of containing whilst also growing heavy. She was growing annoyed, she should have stolen a horse when she passed through the multiple kingdoms but no, she thought she would be capable of doing this on her own. \n\nA blood curdling scream broke her attention from her inner thoughts, her head immediately snapping towards the source of the noise. Toula pinched her eyes closer together as she squinted through the snow, sighting a house not too far from her though it could have easily been missed as it had been covered in multiple layers of snow. Her chapped lips pursed together, deciding whether it was worth checking out what brought on the scream. Deciding that possible shelter was worth it, Toula forced herself towards the scream of terror which had died down significantly until there was once again, nothing but howling of the wind.\n\nThe first thing she noticed as she neared the small building was the hole in the door. It probably meant that this was a home invasion, or maybe someone needed shelter and hadn't expected someone to be home so they attempted to break in. It would explain the scream she had heard. Once she was closer, Toula could smell the blood almost the moment she saw the blood trail. It wasn't possible for her to have sensed it earlier as the winds had carried the scent in the opposite direction of her. She knew others would have left or attempted to save the person once they had seen what she had but Toula on the other hand, was intrigued by what could have lead up to this. Death interested her greatly, especially when she wasn't the cause of it. \n\nPlacing her hands against the door, she barely had to push as the doorframe had been damaged and opened without effort. The wind caused the door to slam against the wall inside, almost tearing it from the hinges as it did so. She stood in the middle of the entryway, staring at the only breathing man in the house with a small smirk playing on her lips. \"Someone is enjoying themselves.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Godfrey dragged the body toward the low firepit in the middle of the house. He closed the door to the house and immediately pulled out his knife. It was a wicked blade, one which was specially made and sharpened for cutting flesh in a very fine way. Godfrey ambled over to the body of Dolf and gazed at the fleshy exterior with a gloating expression.\n\nHe took in how, even though poorly fed like any other prole in this time, how muscular Dolf was. Every farmer, which meant most of the population, had strong legs and fine muscles that were constantly beaten due to the rough lifestyle. Dolf smelt wretched from days going unwashed, maybe even months. The stench of decay was a fragrant smell for Godfrey, so he did not flinch in the slightest.\n\nHe took the knife slowly and pulled it across the poor fabrics of Dolf's clothes. The blade made a satisfying sound as it slid easily, and within moments a naked body was in front of Godfrey. Now the blade sunk into skin, then into flesh, the duty of forged steel being executed. Godfrey felt nothing as he began opening the cavity of the body.\n\nIt was just then that the door slammed open and Godfrey was caught by surprise. He stumbled back with a startled gasp and almost fell upon his rear end. His old body was stiffy and clumsy, yet the blade gave any sense of innocence away. The body was a revolting sight, and would've bought Godfrey the death sentence before the law.\n\nHe stood ready and rotated the blade towards the hidden embrace of his robe's loose sleeve. His other hand became a fist, one which would hold something horrifying if he were to be attacked.\n\n\"Who is it that wanders the harsh colds and finds me alone?\" He asked, his voice old."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Toula did nothing but cock her head to the side as the old man stood before her. How he was able to create the mess in front of her? She didn't have a clue. He would have had to attack the man by surprise in her eyes, though what he planned on doing with the body rendered her clueless. Stepping inside, Toula didn't make a sound as she brought herself towards a wooden chair which to her luck, had not been far from the door and carried it back to where she had entered. Closing the wooden slab against the frame, she tilted the chair under the handle so it would not unexpectedly slam open. It looked ridiculous in her eyes but it sufficed as a considering there was a hole in the middle, but it would suffice as a barrier against the harsh winds. \n\nTurning back to face the man she had ignored whilst dealing with the door, Toula eyed the bloody man over and studied his appearance. It didn't go unknown to her that he had been holding something in one of his hands as it had been closed into a fist. She could care less what he was doing with his other hand as she doubted he would be the type to carry such with him besides in coin. \"The name is Toula.\" She began. \"You do realize how much of an idiotic move it was to let him scream the way he did for so long?\" \n\nHer eyes lowered until they reached the corpse that laid mutilated on the ground. When she had walked in unexpectedly, she remembered the way he hand been hunched over the body, carving into it. \"So buddy, what were you doing with the dead guy?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Godfrey stared at her with his eyes that gave no hints of his inner machinations, as normal human eyes would do. He straightened as much as his old, hunched back allowed and lowered his arms a bit. Godfrey expected to be attacked, so he only relaxed in small margins. His expression changed at the sound of her name but then changed in a more negative manner at the insult of his decisions.\n\nTo her, it seemed most likely that he was an old, decrepit man, a senile murderer with no motives except for the kill. His eyes were grey and appeared soulless, many teeth from his mouth were rotten or simply gone, and his skin was old and baggy. His joints and bones were stiff, and he was shorter than her. His robes were covered in a bit of blood, yet they seemed already soaked and stained so it did not a thing.\n\nHe smiled a smile which showed off his teeth, and he had to stop himself from chuckling.\n\n\"Oh, no, no. We were doing so well. Polite conversation, exchange of names, and then you make a poor remark and use it as a feeble base to segue into your questions. Tsk. Tsk.\" He said, shaking his head slightly.\n\nHe knelt before the corpse and examined it again, looking up at her shortly after.\n\n\"I am Godfrey, and my intentions are not given upon any caprice.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Toula had to keep her upper lips curl in disgust as the man smiled towards her. She was not shy in showing her distaste in his features, especially towards his toothy grin. Raising her arms towards her shoulders, Toula peeled the drenched robe from her back before throwing it over one of her arms. Underneath, she'd been wearing a simple shirt and pants she had taken off some peasant who hadn't been fortunate to survive her company a while back along with the robe. \n\n\"Could you blame me Godfrey for the questions? It isn't every day I come across an old man hunched over a recently murdered corpse.\" She replied with a deep sigh whilst slowly making her way towards him. She showed no intent to harm the man as her destination was merely the fireplace. The shifter was careful though to step around the body. \n\n\"It's bloody freezing outside.\"\n\nShe placed the robe over a poorly made wooden desk, making sure it was in the direction of the heat from the fireplace but not close enough to set alight. After doing so, Toula lowered her gaze towards the crouched man and the corpse, observing the wound on his head. It was obvious how this man died and she was clearly impressed by it. \n\n\"It's a shame he's only a poor farmer, there's nothing worth stealing here.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Godfrey looked at her cautiously for a bit, but not with normal caution. No. Others had caution to defend themselves, but Godfrey had caution to be one step ahead. It wasn't that he was a warrior or anything, he just desired supply. He relaxed entirely as he shuffled over to the side of the body, sliding the flat side of the knife across the skin.\n\n\"A thief? How absurd that I find myself questioning who goes there in the snow when I could've guessed. He has plenty of treasure, you just have to perceive them.\" Godfrey said.\n\nGodfrey was slow and selective at where he chose to cut. The blade slide from the bottom of the body's neck. It slid, and slid, as if it were bloody butter, and came down to the bottom of the stomach. With fingers that were dirty, Godfrey pried open the body and dug in. Flesh, meat, bone, ligaments, blood, all of it made a wretched noise. It was a noise that was squishy and continued to be quite audible as Godfrey dug.\n\nOnce he was done, Godfrey carried out more tasks with the knife. He began to cut inside the body, severing vessels and other attaching parts of the anatomy. He was not some clumsy novice, he was a master, and he knew the anatomy like the back of his hand.\n\n\"You've not attacked me, that is strange,\" Godfrey remarked."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Let's eat then, and I shall tell you the glory of the heart,\" Godfrey said.\n\nGodfrey was a man and liked his meat cooked over flame, and he could not guess what wretched things riddled the body of a farmer. He took the knife and began to work his mastery. He took long, then slices of flesh from different locations along the corpse. He removed the skin first, tossing it aside before stripping the delicious, nutritious meat.\n\nThe strips were like bacon with different widths depending on where Godfrey cut, but each slice was the same thickness as the last with excellent consistency with the knifework. Eventually, two portions were prepared to be cooked. Godfrey grabbed whatever cooking equipment Dolf had, scrounging around for plates at the same time.\n\nHe came to the flame and knelt, igniting its dancing fury once again and placing the meat over it. He began to cook the meat, even going the extra length to find some herbs to place on the meat to no avail. It took little time for the thin strips to be cooked just right and placed on their appropriate plates.\n\nHe handed a plate over to his new friend, and began to eat quietly. He had the manners of a noble, yet he did not look anywhere close to nobility. He did not smell like it, his teeth gave nothing, and his skin was just wretched. There were just his manners and the way he spoke.\n\n\"In necromancy and many other magics, blood is potent. The usage of blood is frowned upon, unfortunately, for many of those who delve into magic using blood tend to overuse it. Thus, they require much more than they should've and get caught committing 'unspeakable' things. We do not need much blood. Blood is the essence of life, its a spark, and to have the heart is to have the flame itself.\"\n\nHe paused to eat.\n\n\"If blood is powerful, can you imagine the heart? The source of it all? It is rare to have hearts without getting caught, but there is much you can do. Why, the understandings of hearts and magic have not been fully delved into, so there are untold possibilities I could achieve with a single heart.\" He explained.\n\nHe paused again. Godfrey was a scientist, he could be a doctor, he was just without morals. And maybe, just maybe, morals was the wall blocking the path of progress, or that is just how Godfrey saw it."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As he began to cook the stripped flesh over the fire, she watched in silence. The scent of the cooking flesh caused her mouth to fill with saliva, driving her to become impatient. How many human's has this man eaten to become an expertise in stripping a human of it's skin and flesh. She had only seen this type of patience and skill in butchers and hunters that she had met. \n\nTaking her plate from Godfrey, she looked at what she considered a small amount of meat yet did not complain. Instead, she began to eat into the flesh. \n\nUnlike Godfrey, Toula shoved the cooked flesh into her mouth in a feral manner as she listened to the man speak. It could have been mistaken that she hadn't eaten for days though that hadn't been the case. She felt like she was learning new information about the type of power blood had, let alone the heart. If a heart was truly that powerful, wouldn't there have been more knowledge on it? Though again, not many people knew about shifters until Cecilia began fucking her life up. \n\nTaking advantage of his silence, Toula decided to speak up to share an interesting fact about herself. \n\n\"Blood is powerful, I can agree on that with you. My blood in fact, can kill any being if ingested. Perks of being a shifter, so it makes me wonder what one could do with a shifter heart.\" She began, finishing the meat from her plate. She had to pause as she looked down towards her plate with disappointment., having eaten it without a pause. Looking towards the carved human, she pursed her lips together in thought. Deciding to go along with her idea, Toula placed her plate to the side before making her way to the corpse.\n\nThe shifter pressed her leg against the upper arm of the deceased farmer before lowering herself to a kneeling position and gripped her fingers tightly around his wrist. Within seconds, Toula tore the arm from the ligament and joint. She had made quite the mess as blood splattered across the room from the open wound she had created though could care less about it. \n\n\"The only cure when poisoned by our blood is our saliva.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Godfrey listened and came across slightly surprised as the word 'shifter' came across his ears. He looked even more surprised when he saw her cleanly rip the arm from the body as if it were paper. He found the crunch of it ripping satisfying, but remembered his usual caution around strangers.\n\n\"You're a shifter? There is no telling what I could do, for your kind I have not ventured into often. Yes... What... What could I accomplish with a heart... Or the body of your kin?\" He asked himself.\n\nHe slowly held up the knife to eye level, staring at the bloody blade which had flame dancing in the reflection of the steel. He looked almost as if he was entranced by it, the idea of killing another coaxing him like a siren's song. He stared, and let out a strange gasp.\n\n\"What could I...?\" He asked again.\n\nA few moments passed before he slowly lowered the blade, the desire to murder gone in an instant. He paused again for a while before gazing at her with a curious expression.\n\n\"You're a shifter... Tell me about yourself, I must inquire about you. Your kind is fascinating.\" He said.\n\nHe sliced some more meat for himself, an obviously smaller portion which he would begin to cook. He cooked it to perfection and would eat it as soon as it was ready to eat."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Road to Cisna.\n\nRain, lots of it... \nThe sound of heavy drops against the wooden top of the small cart was amplified inside it, making the seemingly relaxing sound a torture for Stern's pointy and sensitive ears, but at least it kept him from thinking about the claustrophobic space he was confined in.\nThe orc was sitting with his legs crossed in what could have been easily described as a big, wooden box on weels. No windows save for some holes in the sides, not bigger than a coin, but enough to avoid the orc's asfissiation. \nThe hunter sighed, resting his back against the inner side of the box. He searched his bag, pulling out of it a book which seemed extremely small compared to his hands. Stern opened it and began reading, guiding his eyes with a finger under each word and letter, stopping whenever the word was too difficult to understand and folding a corner of the page where he found said word in order to ask about it later, just as Vigi told him to do. \nLooking back at several weeks before that moment, Stern was but a brutish stranger who stumbled his way into civilization. He was a Squire of the White Roses now, an apprentice and student of both the Holy Tomes of the Duel Goddesses and the Sacred Hunt.\n\nHis mind tracing its way back to the day he received his robes. The same robes he was wearing at the moment, yet this was the first time he was wearing them outside the Bulwark, the first time he exited his new home to hunt. The Order had been very clear about his situation: Success meant becoming a true White Rose and be accepted by the other paladins as a Brother Squire, failure meant being left outside the walls of the Bulwark forever and maybe being hunted for his inhuman features... \nFeatures which had kept every other paladin away from him, treating him like a dangerous creature, a monster and a possible new prey. Only exceptions were Master Librarian Vigi and Brother Knight Alabet, who surprisingly kind of enjoyed his company.\nOrgun had been left at the Bulwark waiting for the orc's return. The wolf was growing rather quickly and Stern could tell that the pup wasn't a simple wolf by its scent... \nA sudden bump in the road and the consequent collision between the orc's hooded head and the ceiling of the \"Box\" Stopped the flow of memories.\n\nStern growled and knocked on the side of the wooden cart \"Are we close?\" He asked with a definitely annoyed and raspy tone. His linguistic skills were definitely getting better, something that, when found out by Vigi, made him giggle in ways no elder had ever giggled. Definitely a proof of Stern's natural adaptability, or just the fact that Vigi had a new subject to study on..."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Alabet Havar\nWarren Klade\nRoad to Cisnaa\n\n\"Nearly there!\" Called the Warren, the carriage driver for this particular trip. Though he would have preferred to wait out of the rain like any normal man would have, the alternative was doubly problematic. On one hand it would mean staying in the cramped confines of the wagon with their new brother, an orc whom Warren still held doubts on. Additionally, and potentially more troubling was the prospect of having the young scholar Alabet Havar drive the wagon. As such the options were slim, and the veteran of the order found himself sitting hunched in the rain while the steady fall of rain drummed a steady beat on his helmet. Beside him sat his counterpart, sitting just as hunched with a heavy cloak pulled around him to fight the rain off. \"We should see it coming up here any minute now!\" Alabet added, shuffling in his seat and minding the crossbow sitting hidden in his lap, a small thing meant to be used should bandits try and waylay the travelers."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Road to Cisna\n\n\"My thanks\" The orc replied quickly as he put the book away. On the blue leather cover, the simbol of the Roses and beneath it the title \"Codex spinae\", words wich Vigi made sure Stern pronounced correctly. That book was the true soul of the Order, the rules and sacred words written by the wisest paladins of the Order throughout the lapse of centuries. Book which the orc was very fond of, finding a purpose among its pages. To him, the knowledge of the Order was just like the runes his tribe used to pray to during solstices, glyphs more ancient than the trees growing in Taemar and a written compendium of great legends and teachings of past generations. \nAs the orc's mind traveled through the musty fields of memory, he checked his gear: under his tunic he was wearing padded armor, thick enough to stop an arrow with ease from point blank, his gauntlets with silver knuckles bearing the words \" Silver shall cleanse the impure\" Engraved into the inner straps. His reinforced boots where in check. He wasn't wearing other armor, yet the book indicated changes as the rank in the Order changed. The last thing was a long spear with a broad blade, weapon used by all squires.\nHe started sharpening it."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "\"Fine, I suppose you are correct,\" He looked down at the map again. \"So how have things been since the last time I was here?\" \n\n\"The same, nothing much has changed over the past three years. On that topic, what brings you back to Azarya? Did you get in trouble abroad?\" The Baron gave a hardy chuckle. \n\n\"No, I came to visit the Rangers guild, felt I should stop to visit you again first. I was planning to take up quests in the local region,\" Andrej's voice was low once more, he had crossed his arms and began looking at his arms. \n\n\"I see, it is nice you are back home, Azarya has been seeing more bandits as of recent in the north, very sad to see crime in our lands,\" The Baron was about to continue, but was suddenly interrupted. \n\nThe door to the room swung open once again, a armored guard came in, \"Sir, you have visitors it seems, there is a carriage approaching the castle,\" The guard was a younger man and seemed very timid. \n\nThe Baron got up and walked to the door saying on his way out, \"Andrej, let's say hello to your new partners,\" He then walked out of the room. \n\nAndrej, truly frustrated with the matter got up and walked out of the room towards the stairs that led to the ground floor. He could only see who was to accompany him on the quest."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Alabet Havar\nWarren Klade\nCisna gates\n\nWith a quick knock the driver slid back a small window on the carriage, grunting at his passenger. \"Right then. Here we are. Remember we're guests in this little backwater so be polite please?\" His tone of voice made it clear that he wasn't overly hopeful for a positive outcome. As the veteran climbed down from the drivers seat the younger scholar stuck his head to the window. \"Ah.. What he means is follow all the teachings... And ah... No challenging anyone to fist fights yea?\" With that clarification out of the way he hopped down from his own spot, glancing up at the rain and holding a hand out to it."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**\n*Guards of the Town*\n\nThe rain poured heavily over the town. Most of the guards were on a break in the small barracks structure next to the building, likely playing one of their many card games. There stood a single guard behind the rising iron door entrance of the gatehouse. Two guards, armed with crossbows were also standing on the two turret towers overlooking the main entrance. Finally, a single guard, the captain of the lot, stood on the railing between the two turret towers, where the opening gate function is directly operated from. \n\n\"Who goes there?\" The Captain called over the rain. \"Please state your business, the number of your party, and where you come from!\""
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, village of Cisna.\n\nThe orc nodded at the two knights before exiting from the back of the cart. Fresh air finally entering his lungs, making him cherish that moment. The squire followed behind the knight and the scholar, silently and obediently, aware of the fact that, officially, he was to serve Warren as his squire for all the duration of their mission.\nHis green skin was showing in from his shoulders to his wrists, a decision made by the weaver of the Bulwark to allow freedom of movement and also save some cloth to make the white hood, which hid the orc's inhuman traits very well. \nHe looked up at the guards and sighed, nervous. Yes he was wearing the clothes of the White Roses... But who knew what the guards would have done in response to a rather larger paladin."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**\n*Guards of the Town*\n\nThe guards watched as the three men exited the cart in their orderly fashion. Weapons still in hand and wary they watched the men get out of the cart. It began to hail, that and the rain were the only things making any sound. The silence from the gatehouse became deafening, so much that the Captain could no longer stand it. He called to the group asking, \"So I assume you have a group of 3, seeing as that is all that manned the cart?\" \n\nSuddenly, one of the turret crossbowmen called on to the crossbowman parallel to him, \"Oi, Anad! Look at the bloody tall one! Looks sick with that skin!\" The two laughed at the comment. \n\n\"Prolly cursed by a witch down in Terresol!\" Anad yelled. The two continued to laugh at the jokes they told, directed at Stern."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, gates of Cisna\n\nStern eyed the soldiers, his fists clenching. Yet if there was one thing he had learned by the little time he had spent in the Bulwark, it was the art of hurting with words. He chuckled to himself \"Well your mother didn't seem to mind it last night!\" His voice roared like thunder and definitely was something none of the guards had ever heard before. \nStern looked at his fellow paladins, waiting for them to move on with all the important talking. He crossed his muscular arms and remained silent, his smirk revealing the pointy teeth and tusks. He was beginning to enjoy this new tongue..."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**\n*Guards of the Town*\n\nThe two guards looked at each other. Not with anger, but with fear. Never had they heard a voice so loud and explosive. Nor have they ever seen a human with fangs that large. The two prepared their crossbows. \n\n\"What the fuck? That ain't a damned human!\" Anad said. \"Cap'n, who are these people?\" \n\n\"Hold on you bloody coward!\" He called at him. \"I ask you once more, who are you lot?\" The captain called at the trio of knights a third time."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Alabet Havar\nWarren Klade\nGates of Cisna\n\nBiting back a laugh at the exchange the two men waited for the commotion to slow down, Alabet nodding for Warren to take point with the surly guardsmen. \"Stand down, man. And tell those two with the bows to calm down while you're at it.\" As if on queue the younger man produced the letter that the order had received asking for assistance, holding it out towards the captain and trusting that the man would be able to recognize his Lords seal. \"We are here on business of the Order of the White Rose by request of your Lord. What business that is respectfully remains our own.\" As if to translate, Warren added on \"What that means, good man. Is open the gates or start looking for a new career.\""
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**\n*Guards of the Town*\n\n\"Alright. The castle is at the hilltop of the town. Make sure to not pester any of the townspeople or merchants,\" Declared the captain.\n\nImmediately after, the portcullis opened, the guard standing at it's large mouth stepped aside to allow for the carriage and trio through. \n\nThe captain rushed down and entered the mouth of the portcullis through a reinforced side door near the arch way into town. As he made a complete stop he said, \"Assuming that the Baron follows his usual schedule, he will be in the main hall of the castle. There you will meet his friend, Andrej Sokol. He is an Azaryan ranger, and possibly your partner on the job. With that being said, safe travels.\" Immediately after finishing the comment, he turned back and went up the stairs towards the main lever of the portcullis to close it. \n\nThe idling guard rolled his eyes and watched the group intently."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Alabet Havar \nWarren Klade\nCisna Castle\n\n\"We'll see to it that they aren't disturbed.\" Alabet said in his too cheerful voice as Warren made arrangements for the carriage to be delivered to the stables. \"Come on you two. Let's hoof it from here.\" With the veteran leading the way through the streets, Alabet pulled his mask up over his face to hide a grin. \"Try to keep a stern look on your face. And don't say too much. Let the locals get their own ideas of what's going on.\" He advised the orc. \"Makes things run much more smoothly when the peasants have the wrong idea about our business in their neck of the woods.\""
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Village of Cisna\n\nStern looked at Alabet as he followed Warren. He struggled a bit to understand what the scholar had to say \"Look... Stern?\" He pointed at himself in confusion. He seemed kind of frustrated, which truly showed on his sharp and brutish face in a way that was definitely intimidating. \nAs the trio walked the muddy road of the village, the few people who were out in the rain couldn't help but back away in fear at the sight of the hulking greenskin. \nA mother jumped in fear and pulled her child away from the road, as far as possible from the monster in knight clothing. \nMeanwhile the hunter was looking curiosly at the houses, people and overall environment. He had never been in a village and he was more than certain that this one hosted more people than his tribe. The sight of dogs made him chuckle to himself as they cowered in fear. \"Your people uses weak wolves... I wonder how you manage to hunt and gather your food...\" He eyed Warren, then Alabet. It all looked so different..."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Alabet Havar\nWarren Klade \nCisna Village.\n\n\"Shite. Ah.. Angry but not. Scowl at them if they get too close. Understood?\" The scholar tried to explain, voice muffled somewhat by the beak like mask he wore on official business. \"They're called dogs. Not weak wolves, and we've tamed them so they're more obedient than wolves, see humans through the years have.\" He was cut off abruptly by Warren who decided to chime in \"Humans have learned to be smart. If you hadn't already noticed master orc there's a difference in our ways of thinking. Tactics. You see the world as a boulder to be pushed around where as we've learned to work around things.\" He paused as the castle came into view, looking back at his companions for one final check. \"Though with a bit of luck I think you may learn a thing or two.\" With that meager attempt at a compliment he turned back and made the final approach to the castle."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Fortress of Cisna\n\nStern listened carefully to both the scholar and the knight, he was starting to get used to Warren's ways of treating him like a wild beast and even tho he did not enjoy them, he used silence as a way to avoid confrontation... Especially with the knight he was serving. \"Thank you, Brother Knight Warren...\" He growled softly before returning to the contemplation of his surroundings. Humans... That word was definitely difficult to deal with... Because they knew how to call themselves... While Stern had no way to classify himself, except for the way his people addressed him \"Goruk\" Or \"Oruk\", which in the tongue of his tribe meant \"Boar god\" Or simply \"Boar\". He thought about it and nodded to himself. \"Goruk...\" He muttered before pointing at his chest, all of this while both Warren and Alabet weren't paying attention."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Main Hall of Cisna Castle**\n*Andrej Sokol\nLeszek Kolano*\n\n\"Where are they?\" Asked Andrej. \n\n\"They are outside, they just made it to the town and are walking up the hill,\" The Baron seemed so dejected from the world, focused on the glass panes that decorated the halls. Ever since they entered the main hall, there had not been much speaking between the two. The Baron seemed burned out, and Andrej hadn't anything interesting to speak of, partly out of fear that the Baron really did think he was a criminal on some of his adventures in Marin over the past three years. Out of boredom, Andrej decided to start walking around the room and view the beauty of the castle. There were archways that peered down to the room on the second story, a large fireplace, and a variety of paintings all around the place. The stone floor was made with well and evenly cut tiles. It was one of the nicer structures Andrej had seen. \n\nA door swung open, it was one of the Baron's advisors. He walked over to the Baron, still distracted on his chair. Handing him a paper, he said, \"My lord, the party has made it. There are three of them. One of them appears as you could say... A bit... Odd. They are in the courtyard at the moment, should I send them in?\" \n\n\"Yes, make sure that they enter through the front doors, of course,\" The Baron spoke softly.\n\n\"Time to see what the Order of the White Rose decided to throw at us this time,\" Mused Andrej."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Alabet Havar\nWarren Klade\nCisna Caste Fort Whatever it may be called.\n\n\"Bout damned time...\" Warren growled as the doors were opened and a servant ushered them in. Looking over his shoulder he tossed the orc one last reminder \"Best behavior in there. It doesn't matter that he sent for us locals like this can be testy about outside help. No shouting unless otherwise instructed and no threatening the help.\" With that he followed the servant into the building, shaking off the rain though leaving his helmet on for the sake of appearances. As they followed the fellow though the building Alabet was much more enthused about things than his veteran companion, eyes darting around to take in the architecture as well as any potentially historic works of art. \n\nMoments later they found themselves in the Main Hall, face to face with the man who had called for their assistance with some unknown beast. \"Kolano.\" He barked out before removing the helmet, Alabet doing the same with his hood and mask. \"The Order has heard your calls for help and as such we are here to see what can be done.\" Though short and to the point he kept his voice respectful, at least as respectful as one can be while walking armed into a strange Lords castle. He took note of the other fellow in passing, ignoring him for the time being to focus on the one who'd called them there."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, the town hall of Cisna\n\nStern remained in silence, following the two paladins closely. He did not remove his hood, a wise choice instinct by what Vigi had told him regarding his missions in civilized areas. His eyes moved from a side to the other of the halls and tried to understand the meaning behind many items and forniture he couldn't quite grasp. Statues that weren't showing neither important people nor gods... Paintings of scenery that was just outside the village's walls... \nStern shook his head and contemplated mankind's quirks with a clueless eye.\nOnce they reached the hall, he simply stood behind both Warren and Alabet, not wanting to let the armed men around him hear his monstrous voice..."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Main Hall of Cisna Castle**\n*Andrej Sokol\nLeszek Kolano*\n\nKolano stared at the trio and examined each one. Was it a mistake inviting them to solve the issue? Could Andrej have done it alone? He did not know where to start with the conversation. Finally, he spoke up. His voice was loud and was prevalent, like an instrument playing in *Forte*. \n\n\"Yes, the monster. I have been in search of someone who can handle this, none who have came had any success. Our town is living in fear, everyone closes their windows and locks the doors now. I do not force my guards to stand outside anymore, only taking shifts inside structures.\" He then proceeded to look at Andrej and said, \"This fellow, Andrej, has recently arrived and he is immediately working on identifying the beast with the help of my bestiary. I will tell you the same things that I did to him. The beast only strikes at night and usually attacks people. It has been most active in a part of town where the Mazur family lives. Many of the family members have reported attacks, but not slain by it, unlike the other victims in town. They have something to do with it.\" The Baron then pointed to Andrej, \"He has pinned down creatures that may have been the culprits of the attack,\" The Baron went silent and let Andrej speak. \n\nAndrej glared at the last to speak, Warren, \"If you wish to help me build leads you can. I can show you the monsters I have pointed out. The majority are species of vampires, as many of the points the Baron has made suggests this,\" His eyes did not lay of them. He crossed his arms, half expecting a witty response from one of the three. \n\nAt a young age, he learned that the Ranger Guilds and the Order of the White Rose do not tend to get along very well. The two may do some of the same jobs, but one is well loved and seen as a valiant order by Marin, while the other group, famous for being outlaws and scum desperate for coin, according to most Marin natives."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Main Hall of Castle Cisna\n\nThe hunter nodded as the men described the situation, his mind already taking notes about his prey. Vampires... They never dared to enter the Taemarian forests, but when they did, the shamans had special chants for them, to keep them away from the territory, or at least that was what the shaman of his tribe used to tell him when speaking about the Sotomak, the Ones Who Stay. His people saw the creatures of the darkness with hatred, knowing too well that those beings do not belong in this world. \nStern opened the Codex Spinae and reached the page about the undead, nodding to himself.\nThe orc then folded his muscular on his chest, waiting for his superiors to speak for him. He could feel the stare of the guards on him, but the white hood he was wearing gave him the possibility to avoid them, what he couldn't help but notice was the murmurs of the people who were staring at him, unwanted intel granted by his pointy ears."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Warren Klade\nAlabet Havar\nCisna Castle.\n\nThe two men turned to face the ranger, the distaste obvious on their face though for different reasons. To Warren the stranger simply meant another moving part in the machine, something they could get broken and ruin the entire operation. Alabet however had a more dogmatic outlook on things. If the order were to handle things they hardly needed some nonbeliever clogging up their methods. As he took a breath and prepared to complain he was cut off by Warren. \"Vampire does sound about right. Have those books sent to whatever room we'll be commandeering for our base of operations along with any eye witnesses there might be. Alabet can start looking into things with his own insight. Ranger, you will be leading myself and the squire to the most recent sight of attack.\" His tone did not leave room for argument from either his own party or the ranger."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "**Main Hall of Cisna Castle**\n*Andrej Sokol\nLeszek Kolano*\n\nThe Baron suddenly stood up and whispered to his servant. After he turned back, the servant left the room in a hurry, and he turned to face the group once more. \"The room you can use is my study. It has both books, maps, and a variety of other features. We have all that you may need. If not, ask the servants, they are here for you. Beside that room, there is a sleeping chamber with several cots. You can sleep there if you so need,\" The Baron announced to the group. \n\nSuddenly, Andrej spoke up. He gave Stern direct eye contact and said, \"As for the location. I have not investigated it yet. We can go now if you would like, I know very well where the Baron is talking about.\" He walked to the left of the three and began to stare at a statue, it was clear he was contemplating something, but no one could tell...\n\nA silence began to set into the chamber. The room only had the faint noises of the guards shuffling with the chainmail they wore. The boots that Andrej wore constantly pounded to the stone, adding noise.\n\n\"So it is settled then. Randir! Open the door for these fine gentlemen!\" The Baron's voice boomed down the hall. The guard very quickly scurried to the door and opened it. Andrej took no time to leave. \n\nAs he was about to leave the room, he turned his head so the people in the hall could only see his profile, \"I'm taking my horse, so if you want to keep up I suggest you hurry,\" And with that he exited the hall."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Castle of Cisna\n\nThe greenskin glared back at Andrej before speaking, his voice was a low growl, resembling the bears of the Witherlands. \"I am but a squire, Brother Knight Warren will decide for me.\" He spoke rather clearly, as that phrase was one of the first he learned from Vigi. A way to avoid talking while respecting the authority of the knight he was serving.\n\nStern did not know about the quarrel between the Rangers and the Order, yet he could sense the tension between his interloper and the two paladins. He was definitely not enjoying diplomacy and all he wanted to do was to find out more about his prey, the thrill of the hunt was starting to caress his mind in a way that was more than inviting. \nThe orc gazed at Warren and waited for him to speak."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Warren Klade\nCisna Castle\n\nLeaving behind the young scholar to begin his research the veteran followed the ranger, lowering his helmet back on and signaling for the orc to follow. \"Alas our own horses are spent from the travels it took to come to your aid. I'm sure you don't mind waiting on your lords guests.\" The helmet hid the smirk well enough, though it could do nothing to hide the sarcasm in his voice. He didn't give two shits about some backwoods ranger, but if the fool wanted to try and make plays for power than he was more than willing to oblige."
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"author": "xx_xanxibar_xx",
"message": "Crown Prince Benjamin Tsaplin\nThe ``****** *******`` and ``*********``, The Academy, Azarya\n\n\"<I will break your neck and think nothing of it,>\" Benjamin spat at his assigned companion.\n\n\"Well, <that's more of a ***You*** Problem, isn't it?>\"\n\n\"<Are you daft? Your death is all I w—>\"\n\nEzra nodded quickly. \"<All you want, yeah. Then *Do it*, Ben,>\" He dared. \"<And then traverse the mountainside without someone who can guide you and *Make a goddamn fire*.>\"\n\nThe Prince straightened his posture. \"<I **Can** Make a fire.>\"\n\n\"<You burn yourself in the process.>\" The commoner brought his hands together and created a flame, shaping it into a star for the sake of showmanship. \"<Like a ***Novice***.>\"\n\n\"<I will slit your throat.>\"\n\n\"<Then do it now! Seal your fate.>\""
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "__** Cisna, Azarya**__\n*Andrej Sokol*\n\nAfter a walk for 15 minutes, Andrej arrived at the home, along with Stern. There was a woman sitting on a chair right outside staring at the old flagstone road. When she saw the two, she quickly got up and entered the home. A man suddenly came out and approached the man.\n\nAndrej then whispered, \"I can do the talking, Stern.\"\n\nThe man then said to Andrej, \"Why the hell is *The* Beheader of Teral here?\" He pointed at Andrej, \"We don't want murderers in this town, leave!\"\n\nAndrej stared at him and pulled out a piece of parchment, \"The Baron gave me a job here, this is his letter of approval, you can read it, if you are literate,\" He showed the letter to the man. \"We are here to help solve the issue of the beast that seems to be attacking the town, notably your family,\" Andrej did not look pleased with the fact the villager referred to him by that sobriquet. \"If you are willing to show us around the house, I can maybe solve your damned issue,\" Andrej pointed at the door of the home in a commanding way.\n\nThe man stared at the paper and then at Andrej. He then said, \"Fine, you will come with me, just you, not your friend,\" He pointed at Stern, who was the *Friend* That he was referring to."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Village of Cisna\n\nStern had been silently following the ranger. He was still not used to the village's architecture and people, who mostly ran away seconds after seeing him. The greenskin growled, thinking about the wolf he had left at the Bulwark. He returned to focus on Andrej as he started talking to a visibly hostile man.\nAs he got pointed at, the hunter stepped closer to the two. \"I am a member of the Order of the White Rose and I shall pass in order to help *Your* Village.\" His eyes were of a dark shade of brown, definitely not human in shade. Stern's expression was of frustration and slight anger, enough to make the man before him appear like a hare facing a fox. Stern's clothing left no doubt as for which were his masters. The hunter waited for the man to reply, still showing an aura of pure intimidation."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "__**Cisna, Azarya**__\n*Andrej Sokol*\n\nAndrej looked at Stern as he made that announcement. He was a little frustrated by this, but he knew that Stern was clearly ignorant to the way people were, he didn't understand that they feared him, even if he only meant good from it. He was a friendly giant, conveniently dressed in a uniform that pushed an agenda of supposed \"Peace\". He looked at the man, \"Give me a moment,\" He then turned and looked at the hulking Stern, \"Stern, my friend, I know that you want to come and help, but these people are not fond of you entering their home. It is a major cultural thing in Azarya to respect the ground rules set by the owner of the home. He is not willing to let you in the house for the moment. Once my research is done, I will inform him that you have to be in there for any future events. You shouldn't be worried about standing outside, as long as you don't attack someone, or destroy something, something that I am confident you will not do. I promise you, you will be involved in the action here pretty soon.\""
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Village of Cisna\n\nStern growled at the man in annoyance. \"I can smell something from inside the house. Your nose is weak and cannot smell what I do. Blood and dirt... Probably traces of the vampire.\" He snarled as frustration brought him to clench his fists. He could smell a trail of scent... The same smell found on corpses... Yet it was all around the house, something the hunter's instinct saw as a valid reason to break etiquette. \n\"Search the house, ranger. But you won't find anything with your eyes.\" \nStern returned to his silence, letting out a rather animalistic huff from his nose. He was trying his best to use the new words he had learned, yet his pronounciation seemed slightly flawed due to the huge tusks poking out of his mouth."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, Cemetery of Cisna\n\nThe hunter winced in pain as his sensitive ears began to twitch due to the high pitch of the sound the strogoi emitted. Despite the pain, Stern managed to swing his spear to push the strogoi away from the ranger.\nUnlike Andrej, the greenskin was perfectly able to see the creature and their surroundings, a gift he had since the day he was born. The vampire hissed once again, bending its knees to prepare a fast attack, something that Stern anticipated thanks to his past as a hunter. The strogoi leapt forward, confident that Stern wouldn't have been able to see him in the darkness of the night. \n\nThen the fist of the paladin met the face of the vampire.\n\nThe undead was thrown several meters away, four burn marks on its face where the silver knuckles of Stern's gauntlet had touched its face. \nStern took a moment to light an oil lamp he had kept attached to his belt, so that his much more human companion would have been able to see the now stunned monster who shakingly got back on its feet.\nThe hunter gripped onto his spear, growling as his predatorial instincts began to pump new energy through his body.\n\nThe thrill of the fight... Something he had been waiting for... Something he couldn't live without."
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"author": "cvut",
"message": "__**Cisna Graveyard**__\n*Andrej Sokol*\n\nAndrej charged at the seemingly disoriented beast and swung at it. The beast swiftly moved back and dodged the wide swing Andrej made. It then moved in for a counter attack. With its claws, it swiped at Andrej, who was able to barely avoid it by ducking below the hand of the Strigoi. Andrej lifted his sword again and tried to hit its mid section, but there was no clean connection, the Beast was able to dip under the sword and hit the blade with its claw. Andrej stumbled a bit, but kept his footing. Suddenly, the Strigoi screeched and pounced at the human. Moving out of the way the monster was only able to slash his arm. Blood exploded from his arm, and with anger he hit the backside of the creature with his arm in an attempt to grab it. The Strigoi was far too agile for Andrej, it was obvious without a doubt. \n\nPulling a bag from his belt Andrej threw it at the Strigoi. It set ablaze. The beast began to shriek with the fire that it was hit with, running and trying to get it off its body, lucky for it, the fire bomb did not detonate on it directly. \n\nIt began to retreat towards the town.\n\n\"Shit,\" Andrej yelled, \"We have to chase that bloody shit before it gets anywhere!\" WIth that, the ranger dashed in the direction of where the Vampire was running to."
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"author": "skeletor0511",
"message": "Stern Logarsh, cemetery of Cisna\n\nAs the vampire began dashing away, the hunter growled to himself. He took a deep breath, understanding that pursuing the undead would have been a very unwise decision... \nHe quickly changed the way he held onto the spear and, after taking a few paces, let his frustration and anger flow through him like fire burning in his veins. The spear flew fast, faster than the vampire, which was just about to turn a corner when the silver blade of the spear thrusted its way through the thigh of the creature, tearing muscles and tendons apart.\nThe strogoi fell on the ground, the impact and the hisses of pain echoed through the empty streets.\n\nThe hunter did not waste time, starting to run after the now crippled creature. The monster frantically trying to stand.\nMost importantly, the eyes of the strogoi showed fear..."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nTown Square, Azariya-Amaranth\n\nAfter Ludmilla dismounted and tied up her horse at the edge of town, she shouldered her large bag of textiles and started walking to the market in town. Every time she came, it all seemed so busy, the loudness of the city was shocking and, sometimes, nice. Her home was so quiet all the time, except for the noises of the animals and the wind through the trees. Being around so many other people, it was what she had yearned for since she left her family. Although she no longer stayed in the city, she loved to be in the atmosphere when she could. You never knew who you may meet, what may happen within the bounds of the city. \n\nAs Ludmilla got to the town market, she spread out the large blanket from her bag, and began llaying her wares out top of it. Many of the other sellers had tables, but, well, it was quite difficult to try and lug and table from her home to market. And besides, her blanket worked just fine. It gave her a nice, comfy place to sit, as well. \n\nAs the day went on, Ludmilla sold most of the textiles she had brought to market. She had a few special orders she had woven, sold today as well. One was a light blue family crest embroidered onto a black background, another a beautiful picture of a landscape of Azarya. Ludmilla had based it on the view from her own home, in the forest glade. Truthfully, she was a little sad to see that one go. However, it did make her a big profit.\n\nA little after the sun reached the top of the sky, Ludmilla packed up the rest of her things, and tossed the much lighter now pack over her shoulder. She decided she would head to the tavern and have an ale before she left to-day, she deserved it from the hard work, and she wanted to stay in the city as long as she would dare. As she walked by the town square, however, she noticed some commotion brewing, a large crowd of people. Normally, Ludmilla wouldn't bother with such a fuss, but today she was feeling curious. And, like sheep, she followed the crowd. As Ludmilla tried to push through to the front of the crowd, she was surprised and what she saw, everyone was gathered around the stocks, where a prisoner was awaiting execution. She gasped, but couldn't help herself, and stayed around to watch."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nTown Square Azariya-Amaranth\n\nA Guard strode to the deck, shoving the person along. Kicking the back of their legs, the prisoner fell onto their knees infront of a stone block. The guard kicked the man onto the stone, neck and head resting on top and made sure the person was stay put. Then another man came walking up, wearing a dirtied cloak in front of his waist like a butcher, and brandished an axe. Another one came, standing in line for death.\n\n\"People of Azariya-Amaranth, these prisoners have been put on charge for the murder of one of the well known merchants, Azoreth! And BURNED his shop down, risking others as well. The public execution will begin!\"\n\nThe first person begged, pleaded for forgiveness, but the only response they received was cold metal cleaving their head off. It rolls off of the deck and into the crowd. The next man was followed in suit, guards began moving people away to clean the bodies, by dumping them in a carriage to be sent into a mass grave. Mozi'ach was holding one of the executed's head, talking to it. Then he threw it back into the carriage and let them on their merry way."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nTown Square Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla watched with wide eyes as the execution took place. It was, frankly, shocking, though she supposed that was how it was meant to be. A fear-mongering tactic, it sure made her afraid. She would never think of murdering a merchant, she sold wares along with the merchants, after all, but the execution made her afraid that she would be next, nonetheless. The woman was sad to hear of the death of Azoreth, she had known him well, and he ran a good business. She had bought several of his wares in the past, and they were always of good quality. \n\nAfter the execution, Ludmilla was surprised at the boldness of the executioner. He held the head like a doll, instead of a real person's flesh and bone. He seemed almost calm about the whole affair, unperturbed, really. In her constant yearning to meet new people, after the execution when the crowd began to disperse to get on with their daily business, she scurried over to intercept the executioner in his path away. Ludmilla stood unapologetically in front of where he was walking, her bag over her shoulder, and asked, \"Sir; I wonder if I may ask, how many executions have you committed in your work? You do seem quite skilled at it,\" She went with a bit of flattery, it always seemed to make people more keen to converse with her, the strange forest woman."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nTown Square Azariya-Amaranth\n\nHe turns, hands behind his back and posture straight. He smiles at the flattery, which seems to work. \"Oh, why thank you for asking. Let me see.\" He opens a small booklet and flips through some pages. \"Execution number... 62, a nice even number, I have to say.\" He was currently wiping the axe down with a cloth, the blood was washed away and the metal gleamed in the natural sunlight. \n\nGuards muttered to each other, giving Mozi'ach a look of distaste and repugnance. They begin walking away, the executioner's deck was mopped clean and ready for use for another crime."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzariya-Amaranth Town Square\n\nLudmilla nods at the number, her facial expression makes it clear she is impressed. She is also impressed that he keeps a log for all his executions. She wonders if it is part of the job, or his own bookkeeping hobby. How can one live a life where they kill people all the time? She is sure to be just fine as a simple weaver. \"How did you decide to become an executioner?\" She asks, a calculating look on her face. \"It seems such a dirty task,\" She had surmised from the blood he had to clean off his axe. \n\nNow, most of the people had dispersed around the square, leaving them standing by the deck, talking. Ludmilla was impressed by the professional-ness of this executioner. It may have been because she had never seen an execution before, she had lived quite a sheltered life until she moved to the city, but it never seemed a spectacle she wanted to see when she heard of one. It was simply by chance that she saw it today. Ludmilla was interested in learning about all kinds of people, even ones that confused her. Those were the most fascinating stories, she found."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nTown Square Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"I became the town's executioner when my father passed. I'm from the Witherlands, so it was expected for his age. Then I just began travelling! So many bodies to meet, many interesting things to see, to hear and to taste!\" He claps his booklet close and tucked it under his breastplate. He examines his work on the axe.\n\nHe lifts it up and swung it down into the dirt, he pulls it out and took out his whetstone. He leaned on the deck, beginning to sharpen the axe. He's humming an old fair maid's song."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nTown Square, Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla watched his face as he told her of his father, and his apparent fervor for executions. 'Bodies to meet,' seemed a strange expression to Ludmilla, but she supposed it made sense, considering his employment. \"I've always wanted to visit the Witherlands, see the scenery there, but I haven't gotten the chance yet. Your job, it involves a lot of traveling, then? Do you suppose you might tell me of some of your travels over an ale in the tavern?\" She asked. \n\nShe wasn't sure whether he would agree or not, whether he was trying to leave soon, or willing to stay a while. She had, after all, come up to him just as he was walking away. She tried not to look too excited, although she did think it all sounded quite impressive. The song, she recognized the tune, and couldn't help but smile. Her father used to sing it sometimes."
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"author": "minkyfresh",
"message": "As Ludmilla and Mozi'ach spoke the remains of the crowd left over from the execution scattered as gasps and hushed whispers could be heard. Like Moses parting the red sea the people cleared out creating an eerily perfect path and from the split came Eramis alongside her horse. The woman was a strange looking... Thing, her appearance almost looking inhuman. Anyone with a keen eye could tell Eramis had been around for quite some time, her degraded Stone Order armour was a dead give away to anyone who knew it.\n\nAs Eramis walked she paid almost no attention to the murmurs and strange looks the people gave her, simply leading her horse to a nearby water trough so that the ghastly creature may drink. As her horse drank Eramis moved to inspect a nearby stall, it's owner looking mortified as she picked up an apple and tossed down a few silver coins in it's place.\n\nThe old knight stuck out like a sore thumb, the old degraded armour she wore alongside her ghaunt and sullen looks made her look more akin to a ghost rather than any living being... And the horse didn't look any better."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nTown Square Azariya-Amaranth\n\nHe turns, rolling his eyes. \"Another one.\" He hushes Ludmilla towards a tavern called **Ye Olde Green Eye**. The name was peculiar and unnecessary. Mozi'ach ignored Eramis and tried to urge Ludmilla into the tavern itself. Giving one look at the woman and then going inside. \n\nBoth sat at the corner of the lively place, drinking ale and mead. \"This one prisoner, thought he was a priest and cursed me to damnation as his last words. His god didn't save him when his head rolled.\" Some more stories, such as when he encountered a former noble being executed and tried to bribe him with gold, and another story about a woman trying to bribe him with her body, he ignored her and executed her with fire."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya- Amaranth\n\nLudmilla was a little surprised at how quickly the man pushed her into the tavern after the woman with the horse showed up. She wondered what that was about, but shrugged and supposed it must be something personal. \n\nAs the executioner shared his stories, Ludmilla listened intently, laughing at the right points, if a little boisterously. She wasn't exactly known for being lady-like. The man had really entertaining tales to tell. Occasionally, she interrupted with a question or two, asking; \"Do you always chop their heads off, to execute them?\" And, \"So, do you enjoy the job?\" That one she really did wonder about. She hoped the man was enjoying this conversation as she was. She drank the ale, it was nice to relax after a long day in the market. \n\nFrom the stories, she took that people can become desperate when they were about to be killed, though she suspected that came with being such an awful criminal as to be punished in such a way. At one point near the end of his stories, she realized, and asked, \"I never got your name, I'm Ludmilla,\" She held out a hand to introduce herself."
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"author": "minkyfresh",
"message": "As the two hurried into the tavern Eramis didn't react in any way other than giving Mozi'ach a brief glance. Eramis was used to people trying to avoid her and for the most part was never bothered by it, so long as she was left to do her thing Eramis didn't have a problem. Soon enough Eramis would finish up her shopping and would begin the search for a place to stay the night.\n\nIt would take a good bit of asking around to find someone who would simply answer her question, the knight's searching leading her to the same tavern Ludmilla and Mozi'ach had entered. Eramis would tie Opal outside before entering herself.\n\nOnce inside Eramis had a rather different reaction to the one she recieved outside. Rather than people moving to get away from her as fast as they could Eramis only faced little more than an uneasy look and a few people moving seats as she passed by. Eramis would be quick to pay for a room and a drink for herself before finding a small table to sit at by herself."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\nMozi'ach once more, frowned at Eramis. But focused on the questions. \"No, I vary with executions. Hangings, burnings, burning them while they hang. It varies.\" He finished his ale. Then he writes down something."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye, Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla thought it interesting, the different ways he chose to execute his victims. It almost sounded like an art, the way he described it all. She smiled. It seemed sick, but also strangely cool.\n\nLudmilla whispered, then, leaning close, \"What is it about that woman?\" She asked, glancing over to Eramis sitting in the tavern. She hoped he knew what he meant, she didn't exactly, but it sounded like a way to get some information about the mysterious knight. \n\nShe tried to take a glance at what he was writing, but couldn't get her eye on it without being obvious."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"She's quite ah... 'noble.' It's terribly annoying.\" He wipes his mouth clean with his sleeve. He sets his booklet down, wide open. He's making notes on his next trip. He shuts it and take out a parchment map of Marin, looking at the Azarya section and tapped at the paper. It was a road leading to Northwind and it's capitol Iron Gate. \n\nHe frowns at the distance, knitting his fingers together. He began counting on the provisions and food rations and the price racked up. It wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be, but still it cost a pretty penny. He grumbles."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\nThe woman's look of confusion changed to one of understanding with a nod with the comment about the knight. \"I see.\" She stated plainly, looking over once again. She supposed such types could be an annoyance, but they didn't bother her much. \n\nLudmilla has a chance to look at the booklet, then, the notes on the execution, and his trip. She noted the road he tapped on the map. It went near her home. She couldn't help but offer, even if he wasn't interested, the host in her couldn't bear to not say so. \"If... You care to, of course, my farm is along that road,\" She pointed to a place Northeast of Azariya-Amaranth just off the road. \"You could stop for the night, lodging can be expensive in town, and I have some spare blankets.\" She wondered what he was grumbling about, but figured maybe his offer would please him. Even though his profession did frighten her slightly, she supposed, after getting to know him more, she wouldn't mind him as a houseguest for a night. She rarely had any."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\nHe raised his brows, and his dark gaze shifted to somewhat more pleasant. \"That will take care of the most expenses for me. Thank you very much!\" He smiles, looking over the roads, \"It will only be me, and a guard. You could hitch a ride with us on the carriage.\"\n\nHe estimated the riding time, 2 days if they were hasty, but otherwise 3 days at most if things go smoothly. His guard is already stocking up on provisions for the trip, and his horses were groomed and fed. It was just a matter of when."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla was happy to see him with a more happy expression than before. She hadn't seen him really smile, at all, really. This was nice. She smiled. \"I am glad to be of assistance, that sounds just fine, I do have a horse with me, however, will it be able to hitch to the carriage on the way? I cannot leave it in town, I only come back every week.\" \n\nShe supposed a carriage ride, however nice it sounded, would have to be refused to ride her horse back if they couldn't hitch it to the carriage. While she would love to rest her sore legs from riding all that way, she didn't want to lose her horse by leaving it. It was usually fine for a day, but much longer she couldn't count on. \"Do you have any more business in town?\" She asked, as to when they would be leaving."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"Your horse can be hitched with the other two, don't worry.\" He rubbed at his facial hair, pondering something. \"No business, I came for an execution, and that's it. I'm headed to Iron Gate for a bigger execution.\"\n\nHe turns to the window. His gaze lowers down, staring at the wooden table. \"War criminals. The whole lot of them. Going to be executed for the attempted genocide of one of the nobler families.\" He pondered, seeing which execution would be most fitting. Impaled? Crucifixion? He scowls."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"Well, wonderful.\" She smiled, with a nod. She was excited to ride the carriage. The last time she had a carriage ride, that was with her suitor, he had hired one to take them through the city. That was certainly nice, but she thought it may be better without all the pressure of the relationship that had came with that ride. \n\n\"Wow...\" She shook her head. \"There are some evil people in the world, I suppose you meet the worst of them,\" She commented. As an executioner, she supposed he must see the worst crimes, and the worst criminals. But, he got to dispose of them. He did seem to look rather strained over them. She wondered if it was about the terrible crimes. She finished her drink and set down the glass on the table."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\nHe sighed, nodding. \"You haven't even heard the worst. A drunken fool raping a woman and beating her until she was bloody. A child being physically abused and killed in a ditch. No proper way to kill scum. I'd rather let them bleed out and let them be eaten alive by maggots.\" He pulled a few gold pieces and set them down. Just to pay the alcohol.\n\nHe looked at the map once more, then looked at Ludmilla with a serious expression. \"Do you know how to fight?\" He stared at the map, where the forest was marked. Wolves, boars and wild game thrived there, and he'd need helping hands."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla put her head down, shaking it solemnly when he told her if the horrific crimes. \"That is... Just awful. I suppose it must make it easier to kill them, knowing the terrible things they've done.\" \n\nShe looked back up at him at the second question. She thought about it. She could hold her own, her parents taught her how to defend herself with a spear and her fists, but she wasn't sure what kind of fighting he was discussing. \"I can fight, better with my spear, it's with my horse.\" After a long pause, where Ludmilla furrowed her brows in thought, considering the dangers that could be hiding in her forest, \"Do... You think we will be coming across enemies along the way?\""
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"author": "minkyfresh",
"message": "Eventually Eramis would finish her drink, leaving her mug on the table as she got up and went upstairs into the inn portion of the tavern. Once gone those who had sat around her whispered amongst themselves, wondering what she was and what she was going to do in her room. Eramis was far from noble, having fallen from any position of nobility a long long time ago.\n\nLater on the woman would return to the tavern, now missing her armour and in its place she wore an old cotton shirt and some brown trousers made from the same material. Once again Eramis would get herself a drink and proceed to sit by herself, not really bothering anyone and in turn hoping no one bothered her."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"Good enough, we're headed past a thick forest. Best if you bring weaponry.\" He ponders for a few moments. \"We'll be leaving at dawn. Before the sun rises.\" He stood up, and went to rent a room. He nods to Eramis, paying for his stay. He re\\turns to Ludmilla.\n\n\"Do you have anywhere to stay? Or did you plan to travel back to your home?\" He adjusts his armor attentively. The armor was old, and stained at a few nooks. The chainmail hadn't been polished in a few weeks, and something faintly smelled of blood."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla nods in understanding about the danger of the forest. It can be tough, especially if they're leaving so early in the morning, it will still be dark. Seeing him go to the counter, she gets up and follows. \n\n\"I planned to travel back today, but I suppose a night in town won't be too much trouble.\" She digs into her bag and pulls out a pouch of coins from the days sales, placing some on the counter for a room for herself. She looks out the window and sees the sky is darkening. \"Thank you for taking the time to talk to me today, I will bring my horse to rest outside for the night.\" She shouldered her bag again and began heading for the door. She supposed it would be fun to go on an adventure tomorrow, it had been a while since she had really ventured outside of her normal routine."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"Thank you. Best if we head into our rooms for the night, the journey will be long and tedious.\" A guard came walking in, talking with Mozi'ach for a few moments. \"Yes, yes, you can rest on the carriage tomorrow, you've done your job well.\" He drops a few gold coins into the man's hands and nodded. He gave one final greeting to Ludmilla, then retired himself to bed.\n\nThe guard was stationed in front of his door, keeping out a weary eye. It was common for relatives of the dead prisoners to try and take revenge, so it was best to be safe rather than sorry."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla nodded at his suggestion, then went past the guard at the front of the tavern to collect her horse. He gave her a bit of a strange look when she explained herself leaving, but she brushed it off. He must recognize her, having been with the executioner all evening. \n\nThe woman walked through the dark town, most of the people already gone home, and finally came upon the post where she had tied up her horse. She untied him skillfully, she had done it a million times before. \"Gonna be staying here tonight, buddy,\" She spoke to him as she worked, then took the lead and walked him back slowly through town to the tavern. There, she tied him up outside in front of the water trough. He would be hungry, so she would feed him when they got back home tomorrow. Or, she though she might ask that woman who had walked in earlier. She had a horse. \n\nSo, when Ludmilla nodded to the guard once again, she was let in the tavern. Ludmilla looked around and saw the woman was, in fact, still there. She went to stand in front of her table, quite like she had for the executioner. \"Excuse me, miss, but do you happen to have any spare horse feed?\" She asked, simply."
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"author": "minkyfresh",
"message": "Eramis would be muttering something to herself when Ludmilla approached her, the relatively soft voice of the girl having caught her attention fairly quickly. \"There's some outside by my horse, take what only what you need.\" Eramis' voice could be described as eerie, there was a strange calmness to it with very little change in it's tone.\n\n\"Would you like me to accompany you miss? Beasts do lurk in the darkness of cities.\" She said softly, taking another sip of her drink before moving her hand to brush back some of her long silvery grey hair. As Ludmilla stood beside Eramis the two women would get some strange glances from some of the other tavern goers."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye - Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla nodded when the knight offered the grain. \"I thank you kindly, she said, with a kind smile. At the suggestion, Ludmilla shook her head firmly. She disliked when anyone underestimated her ability to defend herself. Especially strangers. With a scowl, she commented, \"Respectfully, if there are any beasts, I can handle them.\" \n\nLudmilla turned away and walked out the tavern door to where her horse was tied up, and noticed the feed bag next to the knight's large, beautiful steed. She took some and placed it in a pile on the ground in the front of her own, then nodded to the guard as she went back inside to head to her room for the knight. She was glad to have gotten food for her horse, but a little annoyed, now, because of the conversation."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzariya-Amaranth Ye Olde Green Eye\n\nLudmilla glanced at the knight for a second before heading back upstairs to her room. She locked the door and put down her bag in the corner. It had been a while since she stayed in town, she walked over to the window and opened the faded curtains, taking a moment to look out at the town in the dark. Far in the distance, she could see the line of trees, the forest leading to her home. She smiled, it was a comfort to see. \n\nAfter a moment, Ludmilla closed the curtains and took off her heavy cloak, draping it over the chair in the corner, and pulled back the blanket on the bed. She inspected it for a second before getting it. It seemed mostly clean, if not for a few stains. However, Ludmilla wasn't one to complain about her lodging. It took her about ten minutes before she drifted off to sleep.\n\nIn the morning, Ludmilla awoke before the sun. It was habit for her, she always had to wake up early to tend to the sheep. Long days allowed for more to be done, and that was important for her solitary life. She got up out of the bed and smoothed the blanket, a habit from home. The blanket had been itchy on her arms, she was glad to be going back home. She picked up her cloak and pulled it over herself, then grabbed her bag of things. Ludmilla went over the window and re-opened the curtains again for a glance at the magical sight of the town in the morning. Her favorite. Only a few people wandered around, all determined, with a clear job to do. It was nice. All working parts of the machine that made the society run. Ludmilla remembered when she was part of that society, and smiled, but then waved away the nostalgia. \n\nShe turned away from the window and went to the door, turning the handle to leave. After Ludmilla closed the door behind her, she looked around for her executioner friend. Not seeing him quite yet, she went downstairs to the tavern, where only the bartender was this early in the morning, and sat to wait. She looked rather silly in a big cloak, carrying a sack, just sitting in the tavern chair. However, it was certainly practical, and that's all that mattered to Ludmilla."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\nMozi'ach came sauntering out, a tired looking guard following him. He sat down beside Ludmilla and yawned. \"Glad you're awake, I'd hate to wake a woman up from her rest.\" He scratched at his beard, setting some silver pieces down and ordered a heavy breakfast. \n\nWhile he waited for his meal, he sipped on some ale he ordered shortly after the meal. The guard sat down and ordered only some eggs and bacon, almost nodding off to sleep, before Mozi'ach gave them a light smack on the back.\n\n\"Been up all night protecting my sorry ass. The previous trip I had, I woke up to the guy defendin' my life from a weeping widow that mourned the loss of her husband I executed.\" He sipped his beverage, his gaze going beyond the bottles adorned on the tavern's walls."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla watched as the two walked in with a plain expression. \"I'm used to early mornings,\" She explained, \"The daylight only lasts for so long 'round here, gotta make the most of it.\" The woman hadn't thought they would take time for breakfast, but she supposed it made sense due to the long journey ahead. She ordered toasted bread with fruit preserves, handing the money to the tender.\n\nLudmilla was surprised at the close relationship the executioner seemed to have with his guard, she supposed it was nice, if they went together everywhere. He probably knew he could trust him. \"Sounds like a hard job,\" She commented. \"People are often fueled by revenge.\" \n\nWhen her food was brought out, she began to munch on it quickly. She supposed she was quite hungry, even if she hadn't noticed before. She rubbed her eyes of sleep."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nYe Olde Green Eye Azariya-Amaranth\n\nHe nodded, and began wolfing his heavy breakfast down with haste, the guard followed suit. When they finished, both sighed and stretched their legs. \"Might as well pack up.\" Mozi'ach strode outside, the guard following. They walked for a minute and came upon a stable, a carriage was resting outside. \"Best if you bring your steed now, must hook them together and let them get to know each other while we pack up.\"\n\nMozi'ach and the guard helped two black horses together, before letting Ludmilla add her horse to the fray. Then both began packing up the carriage with their own belongings. The guard scampered off and fed all three some water and food, before petting them. \n\n\"Best if we go now while the day is early, I estimate we'll reach your home in due time before the sun sinks behind the horizon.\""
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla got up after the two as they walked outside, and she collected her horse to walk with them. She held the horse's lead in one hand, her sack in the other. Ludmilla's mottled brown horse was a stark contrast to the two severe black horses, she smiled at the mix. But, they seemed to get along just fine when they were hooked up to the carriage. She watched as the guard cared for the horses, a kind business. She supposed they must have a soft spot for the creatures. \n\nWhen the executioner made the comment, Ludmilla looked back over at him, and nodded. \"That seems agreeable,\" And she walked over to the carriage, pulling herself up inside and sitting down. It was nice and comfy on the seats, traveling in luxury they were. A full day to travel home was longer than it would take her alone on her horse, but she supposed that was just a small sacrifice to enjoy a carriage ride."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\n Azariya-Amaranth\n\nAnother guard came trotting up, speaking with the guard. It heaves a sigh, climbing down. \"Oh? It must be Joel. Good for him.\" The aforementioned Joel climbed onto the carriage out front. Mozi'ach climbed in as well and sat down. They rolled up the flaps of the carriage and looked out. It was a lovely day, with a few clouds speckled on the horizon. \n\n\"Would you like some biscuits and tea?\" He sets a kettle down on the little wooden table, with a tray of buttermilk biscuits. He moved the kettle to a stone tablet with runes engraved on it and opens a little compartment underneath. He lights some tinder with... Something and the smoke just filters out through a pipe in the side. He shifted to the ceiling and pulled open a cabinet, and examined the teas."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nForest outside Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla thought about how tired the guard was at breakfast. \"Will he be able to stay awake through the day?\" She asked the executioner. She felt concerned for him. Looking out the window was nice, the sky was a beautiful hue of blue. \n\nWhen he rolled out the kettle and biscuits, she snorted, \"Do you just hide food in all the little pockets in here?\" She chuckled. It seemed rather extravagant to just have tea and biscuits within the carriage at all times. But, she supposed, convening. She gladly took a biscuit, however, taking a bite. \"Lemon tea would be nice,\" She asked."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\n Azariya-Amaranth\n\n\"He switched with Joel.\" He took a teabag out and dropped it into expensive china. He let the water to boil slowly.\n\n\"I have more snacks in here, such as fruit preserve and bread we bought a day ago.\" To show, he opens a little cabinet, showing a jar and a loaf of bread under some glass Tupperware. He drops a teabag into his own cup. \"Do you like your tea sweet?\""
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzariya-Amaranth\n\n\"Ah,\" Ludmilla commented. That was the exchange she had heard between the guards outside. She smiled. The executioner seemed to have all these things figured out quite nicely. It must come with the life, she supposed. \"So, Joel is driving us, but you never gave me your name.\" She asked. For now, she'd just been calling him the executioner, which was rather dehumanizing, she thought. \n\n\"Yes, please,\" She added for the tea. She nodded, impressed, when he showed her the other snacks they had. They were very well stocked and prepared for trips like this, it seemed. She was glad she had taken the offer of a ride."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\n Azariya-Amaranth\n\nHe added some honey to her cup, the kettle shaking as it boiled, and began to whistle. He snuffed the fire out, and poured the boiling liquid into the cups. He sets it down, and yawned. \"Mozi'ach, Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel.\" He let his cup to the side to cool, as he clasped his hands together. \"And you? I've been calling you lady or woman.\"\n\nHe looks outside, they left the city walls now, and it was empty plains with herds of fauna grazing. He shouldered off his armor, since it seemed unnecessary now. Underneath all of the shining metal was a grey tunic and two different knives strapped to his belt. His blade rested beside him, engraved with celtic runes and carvings."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla gladly took her tea cup, holding it in her hands to warm them. \"Thanks,\" She said as she took a sip of the sweet liquid. \"Mozi'ach, that's a nice name, I'm Ludmilla Monette,\" She smiled. Ludmilla stirred the tea around to let the leaves flavor the water more. \n\nLudmilla looked at the knives, wondering what he needed so many weapons for. She thought maybe they were for his executions, or defense, but she thought just one might do well enough. Her single spear did her well, usually. Having taken it from her horse that morning, it leaned next to her on the seat. It's long wooden handle had some herbs tied around with a cream-colored ribbon, for luck. She looked outside the window at the nature."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\n Azariya\n\n\"Ludmilla? Wonderful name.\" He finally sipped his tea, then held it in his hands to keep warm. \"It's beautiful outside, is it not? It's... Welcoming.\" He sniffed his hand, then frowned. It reeked of blood and decay, he had washed his body the night before, but...\n\nHe sighs, the smell clung to him like an odor. Something soap and water would never clean. He dipped a biscuit into the tea and ate in silence. It was to be expected, he had worked with bodies, infatuated with every aspect of them and how they rot over time. That was the karma, was it not? Smell of the bodies you work with. \n\nHis eyes looked weary. He sets down the cup and opened his booklet. \"A messenger sent me these descriptions of the men I must execute. Jonus Arbukl, Garfil the Lazed and Odus Jonsson.\" He flipped through another page. \"War criminals from the south of Northwind's border, probably to come in as spies.\" Then he looked at his notes. \"Ah, I see... Poisoning a noble? Very daring.\""
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nOutside of Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla nodded, agreeing with his statement. \"The tranquility of the landscape here is perfectly balanced, it's why I can bear to live in isolation out here most of the time. The beauty of nature is truly unmatched.\" She said all of this while looking out the window, admiring the beauty. She was glad to find someone else who truly appreciated it, although Mozi'ach was not someone she would have expected to enjoy it. \n\nWhen he began speaking about his next execution, Ludmilla looked back over at him, to the booklet he was reading it from. \"Do they have them locked up already?\" She asked. She assumed they would, as prisoners, be locked up, but she supposed she also knew very little about executions. \"People despise nobles, for their wealth, but I think it's better if we all just stay to our own stations and enjoy our own lives, not worry over the stations of others.\" She commented. Usually she wouldn't share her opinions, but it was nice to talk to someone. Besides, they had a whole day in the carriage. She took another sip of her tea."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\n Azariya\n\n\"I hate the nobles, always so high and mighty upon their gold laden thrones. Corruption is what I see.\" He spat, then sighed. \"My hatred stems from when I still lived in the Witherlands. Bitterly cold, the entire lot. We were a large family, until my father had come to be terribly ill...\"\n\nHis gaze darkened. \"They did not want a so called shitblood on their doorstep when we pleaded for warmth and medicine. They did not want disease. They pitied us when my father passed.\" He lowers his eyes to the floor. \"They pitied us when my family passed until it was only me and my two brothers.\"\n\n\"Then we split, burnt the family cottage and moved on. I had replaced my father and my two brothers had grown to become great smiths. Guzan and Touzan, have you heard of them?\""
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nOutside of Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla listened to him tell his story patiently, a pained look in her eyes. She waited until he finished speaking before commenting. It seemed he had had a hard life, with so much death. Right of him to hate the nobles, for ignoring his family and causing him pain. \"The Witherlands must be a rough place to grow up, especially with loss like that. I am sorry to hear of it.\" She thought of her own family, she simply could not imagine losing them, even though she hadn't spoken to them in years. They remained close in her heart. \n\nShe had indeed heard of the two smiths he spoke of. She smiled. \"Yes, Guzan and Touzan, are they twins? They come to Azariya-Amaranth sometimes to sell weapons and metal goods, I've bought many shears from them. Very good quality.\" She was glad that Mozi'ach felt comfortable opening up to her with this story. It made her feel trusted."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\n Azariya\n\n\"Aye, rough place. Bitter winters and short summers. Many times, we had to stay inside, trying to warm up with the firewood. We had to live off of eating the rats and insects of the house, and eventually go outside and butcher a stray boar.\"\n\nHe smiled, as he remembers his brothers fondly. \"Yes, they are twins. About three years older than I. I wanted to smith like them, but something about corpses were... Alluring.\" He sounded... Off at the last sentence, but the thought faded as soon as he began speaking again.\n\n\"They are amazing smiths, learning from the blacksmith in our town, then went to have full apprenticeships in Northwind. They're situated in Terresol though, I visit from time to time.\"\nHe huffed, smiling to himself."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nOutside Azariya-Amaranth\n\nLudmilla nodded, \"I remember the winters where I grew up, much more Northern Azarya, were very cold, too. Im sure the Witherlands is worse, but, it definitely teaches something about survival. It's a rough existence\" \n\nThe smile when Mozi'ach spoke of his brothers was contagious. Ludmilla nodded while he told of them. The comment about corpses, however, seemed rather strange. She frowned, slightly concerned about that. But he continued talking of his brothers, so she ignored it. \"That sounds quite nice. Send them my compliments, the next time you see them.\" She smiled."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzariya\n\n\"Aye, it's bloody cold. My youngest brother didn't survive one night. It was a shame, he was promising in being a smith too.\" He sipped his tea, before taking a slice of bread and fruit preserves from the cupboard. He ate in silence until he was finished.\n\nHe stares to outside, It was just at that moment where they began riding through the first outcrop of the forest. Not quite dense, but can easily hide some predators. He scans the trees before easing back into his seat."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzarya forests\n\nLudmilla nodded solemnly. \"It sounds like your life has involved quite a lot of tragedy,\" She said. She felt sad for him, having lost so many when she herself still had her family out there. She took another biscuit, slowly taking bites while she looked out the window at the slowly thickening landscape. \n\nLudmilla thought of her farm, and it brought happiness to her. She would be glad to be back to her solitude and hear the bleating of her herd. And on her loom, a beautiful picture she had been working on awaited her skillful hands. It used five colors, and was a picture of the town at sunset. She was excited to finish it. \"I wonder, you must spend a lot of time traveling, does it get lonely?\" She asked of him. A sort of out-of-the-blue question, but it had just came to her."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzarya forests\n\nHe sighs, setting his cup down. \"Plenty of tragedy to go around, we were a big family.\" He sipped again, dipping a biscuit into the tea and eating for a moment. He wipes his mouth of crumbs and shifted.\n\n\"Yes. It gets lonely, You are the first person I have met who has shown me more hospitality than the rest of Azarya-Amaranth. They throw rocks at my carriage, cry out in anger at my executions. You... Are a breath of fresh air.\" He chuckled, setting the cup on the table. He sets a cloth onto his lap, pulling some oil from a little pouch on his body. \n\nHe unsheathed his blade, complex engravings on the metal shone in the natural light. He dribbles some oil onto the blade and began rubbing it in with a used cloth. He's cleaning it."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzarya forests\n\nLudmilla smiled at his answer, then shrugged. \"I suppose I'm more interested in the person behind the axe. The job, well, that's just something you do to get by, like the rest of us. I see no reason to throw rocks or yell if one has no harm done by the act, unless of course the one being killed was their own kin.\" She sipped her tea. \"I am glad to be unique.\" \n\nLudmilla watched Mozi'ach intently as he began to oil down his blade, and the engravings that became clearer as he did. She wondered if they were a family crest, or something meaningful to him. She gestured to them and asked, \"What do they mean?\""
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzarya forests\n\n\"I'm glad to hear that.\" He rubbed the sword down the length, then eyed it cautiously. He lifts his head at the question. He stops, looking at the runes, reading them. \"Our family crest is situated here.\" He points at a circular shape in the blade, a lion with a bird head, spewing out fire and holding a chalice. \n\n\"And the other runes are made for magic. I never use it unless necessary, since it is illegal.\" He brought the sword down, letting her look at it. \"It's the symbol of fire. The other runes are wards to make sure this sword never breaks. The magic is pulled from the life source of the wielder, or the opponent once in contact with their flesh.\"\n\n\"It's a shame though, it's been long since I fought.\" He inspected the runes, and sheathed the blade."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzarya Forests\n\nLudmilla watched him as he cared gently for the sword. He seemed to really cherish it. She was impressed by the intricacy of all the runes. She wondered if his brothers, the blacksmiths, created it, or if it was some mystical magic-user. Those kinds of people she'd only heard about it stories and whispers on the street, from people you didn't want to know. \"Wow..\" She said, leaning in to admire the work with her gaze. \"Did your brothers carve these?\" She asked. \n\nLudmilla wondered whether the sword worked for whoever wielded it, or only those skilled in magic. She supposed she probably shouldn't ask, it was illegal, after all. She didn't want to get mixed up with such things. Ludmilla was fine with her simple life, even if she was curious about the finer points of magic and such."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzarya forests\n\n\"No. My mentor gifted it to me. The lucky bastard.\" He sighs, looking out. His gaze darkens. \"I had to execute him. He meddled with dark magic, he... Nevermind, It's not important.\" He finished his tea, and the sun was about at it's peak.\n\nThe forest became thicker, and the carriage kept moving, a little bumpy due to the stray rocks on the path. He thought he saw something, but brushed it off."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzarya Forests\n\nLudmilla listened, the look on her face showed concern as well as apprehension. This part of the story, well, was difficult. \"That sounds quite horrible, having to execute someone you cared for...\" She took another sip of her tea. \n\nLudmilla looked out the window and was reminded of home with the thick forest around them. The light from the sun was mostly filtered out through the trees, leaving the landscape with a damp, dim feeling. Enough to see ahead of you for a ways, but not light enough to give much warmth. \"I think we are not far, now,\" She said while looking out the window, with a smile. She thought she remembered from before she left, she might have some stew in a pot in the furnace she could heat up again. Yes, she was fairly certain of that. \"I hope you like stew, it has some meat from town, and fresh vegetables from my garden.\""
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzarya forests\n\n\"That would be wonderful, thank you.\" Then the carriage stops... And goes into full speed. The cups fall and clatter, and the cupboards creak in complaint. He curses, peering to the side. He swung open the door and hung out. He stares.\n\n\"Bandits! Get your spear ready, we're in for a bumpy ride!\" He tied his belt to a bar that hung from the inside, grabbing a quiver and bow from under the seat and aimed.\n\nThree black horses came charging, battered looking people on there, holding flaming arrows. He began shooting at them, aiming for their steeds."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzarya Forests\n\nAs the carriage stopped abruptly Ludmilla held on to the seat's edge to brace herself, but was still bumped against the wall and felt the air knocked out of her as they sped up again. Her hand went immediately to the spear as she followed his gaze to the bandits coming along their carriage. She set down her tea cup on the floor in the corner, although she knew it would probably get knocked over. She was lucky it hadn't already. \n\nLudmilla pushed her torso out of the window flap on the opposite side, it was just large enough. As one of the horses came riding up to that side from behind to try to sandwich the carriage between them, she thrusted her spear out at the man riding, and almost hit him but he avoided her at the last moment. He started shooting an arrow at her, and she ducked in right as it hit above the window. Ludmilla tried again with her spear, and managed to hit him in the arm, but it quickly dislodged itself and he rode farther away. Ludmilla hoped Mozi'ach was having luck on that side, only one of the enemies had came over to hers."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzarya forests\n\nHe scowled, ditching the bow and grabbing the sword. He shouted a spell and pointed it at a horse, a flaming arrow shot out with dead accuracy and impaled the horse through the head, tumbling down. He climbs the carriage and balanced on it, the one bandit turned tail and left, after seeing the magic.\n\nThe other one had a death wish. He stood there and looked at the man dead in the eye. He raised his sword, the runes glowing a soft umber. \"Burn.\" He lets out a wicked laugh, another flaming arrow shot into the horse, setting the steed and rider ablaze. He kept laughing until they were out of sight. He turns, pointing at the road, it cuts back to some plains.\n\nThere it was, Ludmilla's home.\n\nHe hopped back into the carriage, collapsing onto the seat and groaned. \"Haven't used.. Magic in a while, ooh..\" He rubs at his face, looking like he had run a mile without breaks."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nAzarya Forests\n\nAs Mozi'ach finished his opponents, Ludmilla got another jab at the bandit in his stomach, and he abandoned the bow to hold his hand to where she had hit him. He fell back as the carriage bounded away. Ludmilla slid back inside and sat down, as well. She picked up her tea cup, having spilled, and placed it on the table. \"Sorry about that, might leave a stain,\" She looked down at the spilled tea. \n\nShe placed her spear back to lean against the side, the metal gleaming with blood. She watched him rub at his face, and asked, \"Is it tiring, using magic, then?\" She hadn't know it took energy to use it, she thought it was just an immediate effect. \n\nLooking out the window, seeing her home, Ludmilla smiled and picked up her spear and bag. She opened the carriage door and hurried to the ground. It felt good to finally be back. She went to untie her horse, who looked tired and was pawing at the ground."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nAzarya forests\n\nMozi'ach walked out, holding his sword. \"Joel, bring the carriage next to the house, we will stay here until dawn.\" He gave a harsh wince, finally noticing the arrow lodged in his shoulder. \n\nHe gripped at the arrow, wiggling it. *Barbed*. Must be cut out. He could barely move the arm, it was painful. Joel came running up, holding a primitive medicine kit. Mozi'ach stumbled inside and onto a seat, stripping himself of his armor and letting Joel cut out the arrow.\n\nThe horses whinnied and tossed their heads. Looks like they've been coaxed out of their bindings earlier, but were tied to a nearby post."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nLudmilla brought her horse over to the stable, petting it when she let it out of its tie. She smiled, smelling the freshness of the familiar forest air. Then she redirected her attention to the grazing sheep, she went over and refilled their food with the bags she had next to the fence in a closed container. With that done, she put her hands on her hips, accomplished, and went to go inside. \n\nOnce Ludmilla opened the door, she saw Mozi'ach and the new guard, Joel, helping him with the wound. It looked bad, she ran to the kitchen and poured some water over some rags, bringing them over to help. She watched with a grimace as the arrow was cut out."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nThe arrow was cut out, and the wound was being bandaged. Mozi'ach kept up a strong expression, even though barbed arrows were painful.\n\n\"Those... Bandits will leave us for now... SHITE!\" He curses to himself as Joel rubbed in a herb poultice into the wound. Joel rolled his eyes, before patching it up with a thick bandage. *\"Now stop being a baby, Mozi. You've handled being operated on in Terresol to get a spearhead out of your gut. You can handle an arrow.\"* \n\nMozi'ach scoffed, punching Joel playfully. \"Get the food, don't want this lady to feed two burly men!\" He laughed, before sighing. \"I expected trouble, albeit thinking it would be wolves.\""
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nLudmilla wringed her hands together, watching, and then nodded. \"I usually don't get much trouble around here, most of them know me and won't threaten me, unless they're from out of town.\" She walks over to the furnace, the pot of stew there as she expected. \n\n\"Don't worry about the food, it's no trouble!\" She got the fire starter and a knife, lighting the fire to heat up the stew. Once the fire was lit, she set the pot above it to heat. \"That should be done soon, no trouble at all.\" She smiled, putting a hand to her hip. \"All we get at night here are wolves, comin' for the herd, but if I hear anything I'll go out to scare 'em away.\" She thought about her own protections, here, how she'd set everything up, and felt it was nice, it was good. Ludmilla really was quite proud of herself. \n\nLudmilla went to the cupboard and took out some fresh bread, slicing it on the counter. She brought some over to the two sitting by the door, in her entryway across from the kitchen. The entryway had two benches with hand sewn cushions and a bookshelf to the side of the door, the kitchen was very primitive but enough to get by with. On the opposite wall to the front entrance was a single door, and the wall with the benches had another door, quite similar to all the others. It looked quite handmade. The walls were decorated with hand woven tapestries, images of all sorts of nature scenes and even ones of the city. The rug on the floor was very colorful, and also seemed to be woven by Ludmilla. She obviously used her own handiwork to provide comfort for her life."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nHe nodded, Joel coming back with two loaves of bread and set it down, before going to Ludmilla, he whispers something that Mozi'ach couldn't hear. *\"It's strange of him, to be this... Open. He's not the social type at all. I think you got past his shell without realizing it!\"* He chuckles, before beginning to cut the bread, and asked for butter. \n\n\"Stew's always good with a piece of bread to dump in it, ha.\" He stood up wearily, eyeing the tapestries. He smiles fondly, he always admired artworks, the few finer things he can enjoy in life, besides a good tea."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nLudmilla smiled warmly at the words from Joel. It felt good to be able to connect with someone, especially if they didn't usually talk much about themselves. She felt lucky, very lucky. Even if the executioner's job did sound and look quite frightening in the first moments, she had found that Mozi'ach himself was a kind person who had gone through a lot of hardship in his life. Ludmilla went over and grabbed the butter from the dish on the counter, along with a small blunt knife. \n\n\"Yes, it'll warm ya up for sure.\" She wiped her hands on the front of her shirt, and went over to stir the stew again. It looked as if it was getting warm enough by now, with steam coming up from the top. She picked it up and brought it to the counter, and then grabbed 3 bowls from the cabinet. She had to dust two of them off, she didn't often have company. It was nice, she found, to cook for people other than herself. Grabbing the ladle, she served herself some and went to sit down on one of the benches. \"It's ready for you,\" She gestured to the two men and to the pot with a warm smile."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nJoel helped Mozi'ach along, then both served themselves some stew, buttering two slices for themselves and dunking it into the stew, eating. Joel stood at the table, while Mozi'ach strode and sat next to Ludmilla. \"Wonderful stew, I have to say. It rivals the meals they serve in Irongate.\"\n\nJoel chuckled, as if he heard a joke. When Mozi'ach asked, he just waved it off."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nLudmilla slurped some of her soup, drinking from the rim of the bowl. She wasn't worried much about manners, not her style, really. \"Thank you, it's just something I threw together the other day,\" She had a bite of bread dipped in stew. Looking around, the light was growing dimmer. She would have to light some candles soon, she supposed. Ludmilla wasn't quite sure what Joel was laughing at, either. She supposed it might be how Mozi'ach was acting around her. She smiled. \n\n\"So, do you have a permanent home, then?\" She asked, wondering if they are always on the road or get to stay somewhere for part of the year."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\n\"My permanent home is somewhere in Azarya. Secluded town, about two or three days travel from here.\" He ate slowly, savoring a good meal. \"I come home around summer and spring. Touzan and Guzan comes to visit too. My mentor used to...\" He shook his head. \"But he is dead now, a backstabbing liar.\" He sighs.\n\nHe finished his stew just as he munched on the last of bread. He stood up and set the bowl down on the table, Joel was also done, and had settled down on a bench and drifted off. He would be the night shift, so he had to get some shut eye."
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"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's House, Azarya\n\nLudmilla nodded. \"That sounds nice, I suppose that must be when the execution cycle slows?\" She laughed at her joke. Though, she supposed it wasn't so much of a joke if that's how his life really went. The things he would say about his mentor were slightly concerning, how he was trained by someone who, apparently, had to be killed for the things he had done. Ludmilla also sipped on the hot stew, making her way to the bottom of it. \n\nShe got up and went to the counter, setting the stew back by the furnace for another night. She got the bowls and placed them in the washing basin for the morning. She put the rest of the bread back away in a cabinet, and got out the candles from around the room, lighting them from the fire in the furnace and then setting them back down. It gave the room an erie glow, with the flickering lights. Standing with her hands on her hips, looking around at the room, she announced, \"I'm going to get the blankets, I'll be right back.\" \n\nLudmilla disappeared behind the door closest to the front door, and when she came back had taken her cloak off and was carrying a stack of woolen blankets. She placed one down on the table, and payed one over the sleeping Joel. \"I hope these should be enough.\""
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\n\"Aye, it'll do.\" He took one blanket gently, before grumbling. He wipes at his brow and sighed. He stripped himself of his tunic, lazily throwing the blanket at the chair, He was heavily built, arms and chest rippling with muscles. Scars pelted his body, including a large one tracing from his shoulder and down to his hip in a diagonal line. \n\nHe undid his messy man bun, he settles down under the covers and sighed. He silently thanked her, before turning to his side and tried his best to sleep. \n\nJoel woke soon after."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nLudmilla watched, and felt bad for him, having his shoulder hurt so badly. He did seem to have gotten hurt a lot in his time, however, judging from the scars. She took her spear from where it rested on the wall by the front door, dried with blood, and went into the same door as earlier, her bedroom. She herself went to bed after washing her face and hands, placing the spear against the wall, and brushing out her hair from its plait. She went to sleep in her bed after a while. \n\nThrough the night, Ludmilla was happily not awoken by wolves, and slept soundly. She woke and dressed in her normal trousers and cotton top, and went out the side door to tend to her sheep. She had to herd them all to feed and water, as well as measure their wool. It wasn't quite ready to be sheared today. She would be outside when the two men awoke."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nHe wakes, sitting up and yawning. Throwing on his tunic and folding the blanket neatly. He went outside to the horses and began to feed and groom them. Then, he began to cough. Joel was already running to his side, feeling his forehead and sighs. *\"Sick? Now? Has your wound become infected?\"* He undid the bandages and inspected the injury closely. Swollen and red. \n\nJoel sighs, helping Mozi'ach back into the home. *\"He will have to stay here, while I get a doctor from the next town over.\"* He puts a saddle on one horse, feeding it. Joel already had porridge, courtesy of Ludmilla herself. And was off. Mozi'ach was burning up, and breathing heavily."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nWhen Ludmilla came back inside and saw Mozi'ach sitting on the chair looking miserable and sickly, she rushed to the wash basin and got a cold wet towel. She shrugged off her cloak and pressed the towel to his hot, sticky forehead. \"My, you've gotten a really bad sickness, I hope it isn't this bad for long, have you eaten yet?\" She asked, she got quite concerned when people were sick, she began to act like a mother. \n\n\"It did look quite bad when Joel was cutting it out, may I?\" She asked, before pulling down the side of his tunic to look at the wound, all swollen and pus-filled. Ludmilla grimaced. It looked awful, and quite infected, like Joel had said. She supposed the two must have a lot of experience with injuries, if they were on the road most of the time. She sat across from him on the bench, leaving him to hold the cold cloth to his head."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nHe wheezed, slipping in and out of conscience. He can barely hold himself up. He wipes at his forehead with the cool towel. He coughs again, before grabbing at his shoulder. The entire area was feverishly hot and burns to the touch. He nearly fell off of the chair.\n\nJoel wouldn't be coming back in two hours. \n\nAnd Mozi'ach needed the medicine, more than ever. It didn't help the fact that he had to be on the road today, and how he drained his energy yesterday with magic.\n\nWhat a twist of fate."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\n*\"He's the village's doctor, or that's what I was been told.\"* He props Mozi'ach up, sighing. *\"Glad the wound is closed, but... Our travel...\"* \"Cancel it...\" Mozi'ach said meekly, the large built of the man was sunken with fever.\n\n*\"Sire, we don't have a messenger bird, and this is an execution that has been given a high price for you.\"* \"Cancel it. We don't need the money. We don't NEED more people running after us...\" *\"I... If you wish so.\"* Joel walked out, going to go to the town to see if they have any messenger birds to carry out a message to Irongate."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home\n\nLudmilla sits on the bench across from the two as she watches the exchange and listens. She isn't quite used to so much drama, especially in her quiet home. She thought about her weaving, she should get back to it soon. Ludmilla was less concerned about that, now, as she listened, however. Joel seemed especially worried about the lost profits and staying here in Azarya, Ludmilla was slightly surprised at Mozi'ach's calmness and assertiveness about the unplanned delay. When Joel left again, she watched as he went out the door. \n\n\"I suppose the two of you find trouble on the road often?\" She asked, making conversation. There would certainly be a lot of that, if they would be staying for three days. She got up as they talked, going over to her spinning wheel. She picked up some raw wool from the basket next to her wheel and began threading it through, spinning the wool into thin thread."
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"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\n\"Aye. Bandits are common for us these days. The more the word of me spreads to the nobles. The more the commoners chase after me. It's right for them to think like that. I have blood on my hands. And many of the people on death row were treated unfairly.\"\n\nHe sat up, looking at her weaving curiously. The work she did reminding him of his mother, he smiles fondly at the thought. He wonders if she is enjoying the cottage home with his youngest brother.\n\n\"But I've learned a few tricks about bandits and assassins. They get surprised at your calmness and hospitality. Most of them doesn't want to fight you. At least the ones fueled by grief and rage.\"\n\n\"I helped three people so far to correct their paths, A mother, a knight and... A child.\""
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"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home\n\nLudmilla nods, listening as she works. Its nice not to just be thinking to herself all the time, actually. She is surprised by this feeling she is having, of company. The way he describes it, it seems Mozi'ach must be accepting of the kind of life he leads. \"It must be hard to live with that kind of weight over your head,\" She comments.\n\nShe nodded as he described the sort of people who follow him, the bandits and assassins. She was sort of caught off guard when he mentioned hospitality, towards those sorts of people. It seemed almost counter-intuitive, why offer kindness towards those trying to kill you? It certainly wasn't the decision Ludmilla herself would have made. But, it sounded nice, and right, the way he described it, to be able to help others find greater things in your life. \n\nA child, however, that was quite new. Ludmilla tuned in to the way his voice fell off when he mentioned it. She didn't want to pry, but, well, her curiosity was too much to keep to herself. \"A child... Bandit or assassin?\" She asked, looking up from her work with a face of soft concern."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\n\"A child who tried to attack me during broad daylight, with a knife. I had executed his father of murdering townsfolk. I have never seen so many tears in my life.\" He sunk down. \"It's a cruel job. The bodies. The repercussions. The danger.\"\n\nHis voice wavers, but he calms himself. \"It's not much of a job I desire, but I can't back out of it unless I change my name and appearance. Fake my death and go on the run.\""
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home\n\nLudmilla focused her gaze back on the wheel as he explained the story. It was sad, and the way he explained it, almost made it worse. Just a child, having to watch a rough, all-business, executioner kill his father. The way he spoke to the severed heads. Imagining such a thing through child's eyes was beyond terrifying. Ludmilla felt her eyes watering, but shook her head to clear the thoughts. \"I imagine it is difficult. I certainly could not handle such a job.\" \n\nShe looks up to him, he seems less tough in this moment, as if he's letting down a few more of his brick barriers. The way he describes the possibility of abandoning the job, almost as if he has certainly considered it before. But, who wouldn't, she supposes. \"You could, if you wanted, I do not believe anyone should be stuck in their fate if they take an effort to change it,\" She did her best to keep her words soft, she could get rather strong in opinion over matters of changing ones station in life. Ludmilla would never let herself be stuck somewhere she was unhappy, she had decided years ago. She wanted to believe that others should have the same choice."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nHe covers his face in his hands, his body slowly racked with sobs. \"I don't want to do this anymore.\" He leaned against her. \"Why must I torture myself so?\"\n\nA solution unfolds for him. A crazy, out there solution, but it could work. It would require the planning over the span of three days and meticulous wording for the nobles, but it would work."
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"author": "allisonpaige",
"message": "Ludmilla Monette\nLudmilla's Home\n\nLudmilla watches with wide eyes. What has she gotten herself into? This is more than she expected, she thought she would host them for a night, and now, well, she invited an emotional breakdown in her living room? \n\nLudmilla continued comforting him, but with anxious thoughts clouding her mind. She spoke, but wasn't really sure what she was saying. It all just kind of came out, reactive instead of responsive. \"You don't have to, you can get out of this, stay here and hide from them for a while.\" All of this was said slowly, spread out between his sobs as she rubbed his back comfortingly. \n\nShe wondered what this would lead to, was he really going to give up his life as a an executioner? It surprised her, because he had seemed so steady and strong before in his job. She supposed, however, things were never exactly as they seemed. That life he led must have been very taxing."
},
{
"author": "remus__",
"message": "Mozi'ach Blutgerinnsel\nLudmilla's Home, Azarya\n\nHe muttered soft apologies, and so many thank you's. He wiped his tears away, standing up. \"Where is the washroom?\" After she had shown him the way, he retrieved a razor, unfolding it and inspecting the fine edge. \n\nHe went to the washroom, examining his own face before beginning to shave. Then— He came out, covering his nose and cheek, then he wrapped the wound close with bandages. When she would question him for cutting across his face, he muttered. \"Easier to hide the face. Easier to be mistaken as someone else.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\nFive years ago\n\nLevi woke up on the floor of the dirtiest prison he had ever been in. It was absolutely horrible, smells of shit and blood that could never be washed out hung in the air like a slow-moving wave of death. Screams of agony and loneliness rang in his brain throughout the night, and nothing he could do would quiet it. \n\n\"Cortezial! You have a visitor.\" \n\nLevi squinted at the bright torch that illuminated the pitch black room. The voice came from the big guard, Brutus. Levi stood up slowly, scabs from the beating he had received cracking. He had been transferred to this place after the old place had been burned to the ground. He walked painfully over to the now open door and felt the flank of chains clasp around his ankles, and almost passed out from the pain of the ice cold metal sliding over his almost raw skin, and he was pushed outside. The sun was so bright, it seemed as if Levi was going blind just from squinting. \n\nHe was almost dragged to a small building, but before they walked in Brutus keeled over, clutching his stomach. A small hooded figure ran over, grabbed the keys, and unlocked his chains. \n\n\"Levi. We have to go. We don't have long before they notice you are missing. Can you still ride?\" The stranger said, before Levi finally figured out who it was. \n\n\"F... Farah?\" Levi said, waves of happiness washing over him. Before the reunion could continue Brutus started moving, and Farah urged him to start moving. He started limping as fast as he could, each footstep causing him more pain. \n \nWhen they reached the horses, Levi almost fainted from the pain of climbing on. Farah urged the horse on, but before she could get on hers she was struck by an arrow fired from Brutus. Levi couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.\n\nPresent day\nLevi rubbed his forehead. \"What are you going on about?\" He asked the young child who had entered his shop. \n\n\"Well... Sir... My daddy says to tell you he n... Needs a f.. Few more days to pay y... Y... You back.\" The young girl withdrew from the conversation into a sniveling ball of snot and tears. A little later she handed him a handwritten note detailing what had happened. \n\n\"You're the daughter of Eli aren't you. Eli Cooper. It takes a special sort of man to send his only daughter to honor a debt. This letter is a complete fake however. Tell your *Daddy* He has two days to get my money, or I will have his head.\" Levi said, furious that a grown man had tried to con his way out of paying his debts, not with his own mouth, but a child. \n\nAfter going through his list, he realized he was through for the day. He sat back in the ornate leather chair he had spent a lot of money on and frowned. He studied the cracked shield that hung over his door, and the two blades that sat behind them. He had spent many an afternoon training with them, and he could still feel the scar on his wrist where Aleqar had caught his blade at the hilt, and purposefully scarred him. He could remember her beauty and the strong ideals that guided her. She was the only woman he ever loved, and the reason he learned how to defend himself. \n\nA knock on the door shook him out of his daydream. Levi instructed them to come inside, and the person obliged. Levi's door swung open, and a young man entered. Levi looked up, and immediately looked back down. \"What is it?\" Levi asked, studying the man standing before him.\n\nThe young man walked forward, slowly pulling out a sheet of paper. Levi looked it over, slowly reading what it contained."
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"author": "accounttaken1338",
"message": "Mercenary Lance Gominton\n\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLance walked into the place in which he was instructed to work. Some man in the local pub pointed him towards this way, and he was ready for just about any task ahead of him. He was somewhat surprised by the man sitting in front of him, but he knew that this was were the money was. He handed the man his resume. He held his hand out to shake his. \n\"My name is Lance sir. Its nice to meet you. I heard you may be looking for a hand. I can assure you that i am more than capable than handling anything you throw my way,\" He says with a smile."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez \nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi looked at the man as he introduced himself as Lance, and shook his hand coldly when he extended it. He read the resume carefully, and noted the two \"Rules\" That it held. \"Morals are good and all, but should not hinder you from doing the job I will lay out for you. I am paying you, and I do not tolerate insubordination.\" Levi said, laying the resume out on his desk. He took out a small parcel out from under his desk, and inside was a small book and a beautiful quill pen. He opened the book, and all that could be seen was names and signatures. \"This is to show that we have a deal. I will not ask you to sign it until we are agreed on a price, and only then will I describe what is happening here. Do you understand?\" Levi asked, turning to a page that had space."
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"author": "accounttaken1338",
"message": "Lance Gominton\n\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLance could instantly tell that this was not a typical job. \"I understand quite well sir. Price seems to me like 100 gold a week.\" He grabbed the quill pen and signed it. \"You just ask and I'll do. So whats this job about anyway?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi nodded, and showed him where to sign. Afterwards Levi gestured for him to sit, and Levi began to explain to him what was going on. \n\n\"Long ago, there was a group known only as The Eclipse.\" Levi began, rolling a coin along his knuckles. \"They were a rag tag group, at first, but as time passed they began to come together. A woman who shall be unnamed became their leader, and under her they flourished. A young merchant joined their ranks and thus began a rich and wonderful era.\"\n\nSaying this Levi took a sip of the wine sitting on his table, and straightened up. \"Granted, things can never stay good for long. The Eclipse didn't go without enemies, and many things went wrong really fast. Some escaped only with their lives.\" He said, rolling the coin again. \n\n\"Are you prepared to take risks?\" Levi asked, looking at him and laying the coin in front of Lance. \"If you take this coin, it will begin another era. One of profits for the both of us, and one that may very well shake the roots of this very land. But, it is one that may ask you to question your own moralities, your own loyalties, or your own beliefs.\" Levi said, dropping his voice almost to a whisper."
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"author": "accounttaken1338",
"message": "Lance Gominton\n\nFretasburge, Azarga\n\nLance was hit the realization that this was the perfect job. The rush of adventure flowed through his veins as he debated on grabbing the coin. His future laid right in front of him. This man, who obviously has a history in his eyes, seemed alluring to him. \"If i grab this coin, what am I to you? A tool, a partner? I've been waiting for this sorta thing for a while now. I'm willing to accept this.\" He opened his hand as if to taunt Levi to place the coin withen. He was thrilled and didnt regard any of his previous beliefs. He just wanted this more than anything. He had full faith in man in front of him."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi looked at the man sitting before him, and sat the coin on the table. \"You decide what you mean to me. If you are going to do your job then we will be as thick as thieves. Just know that I will always be watching.\" Levi said, standing up and walking to the door. He opened a display case and pulled out his blade, currently encased in its sheath, and strapped it on. He then pulled on a thick coat and gloves and walked outside, telling Lance to follow. He walked to an area outside of his shop that was cleanly cut and maintained. \"Show me what you can do.\" Levi said, stretching and pulling his sword out and getting into a fighting stance. \"Don't get too carried away, but I need to see where you are.\" Levi said, rolling his shoulders and focusing."
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"author": "accounttaken1338",
"message": "Lance Gominton\n\nFretasburge, Azarga\n\nLance pulled out his two handed sword and put it into a fighting stance. He took a deep breathe, and locked eyes with Levi. The gravity between them was intense. He put his foot back, watching the cold bored face of Levi. He ran full force and swung down upon Levi. Levi blocked it with such finesse like Lance had never seen. Lance stood back and kept swinging with intent to disarm Levi, but to no avail. He never let up, and Levi didn't even look intrested in him. Lance, for a moment, lost his cool and started swinging with intent to kill. Levi was startled by this and started on the offensive. Levi quickly disarmed him and Lance calmed himself. \"Sorry, i just..\" He picked up his sword and walked back inside."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi fought, and for the first time he felt his blood pumping again. He kept a straight face, and due to his extensive training over the past couple of years avoided the blows of the bigger sword. As Lance grew angry, Levi realized that this could not last any longer, and quickly disarmed him. Lance apologized and returned inside. Levi followed him. \n\n\"You are quite alright.\" Levi said, laying his sword back in its case after cleaning it. \"Everyone gets frustrated. But if you pull another stunt like this, especially in the field, it may cost you more than a hit to your ego.\" Levi said, sitting back down. \"We will discuss this more tomorrow. For now I'm going to take a hot shower and go to sleep.\" Levi said, opening the door for him. \"If you go to the inn across the street you will find a room with your name on it. Have a nice day.\""
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"author": "accounttaken1338",
"message": "Lance Gominton\n\nFretasburge, Azarga\n\nLance walked into the inn and saw the room. All he could think about was this new experience he felt. He never had to lose his cool just to get someone to fight back more. He didn't know what else to think besides the thrill of it all. He knew that this was going to like this job. He disarmed himself and took of his armor. He laid on his bed and rested his bones. His last few thoughts faded and he fell asleep."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez \nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi tossed in his sleep, his head a mess of tumbling images fighting each other in a battle of colors and sounds. One moment he was in the midst of a great battle, the next laying beside the woman he loved. The next second the sword was against her neck, and he couldn't move to save her. He stood and watched the sword slide across her neck, and all he heard was his entire world crashing down all over again, and in his dream, he shed a tear. Everything cracked, and like a lantern shutting off his mind went black, and he woke up, his eyes flowing like a raging river, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He sat there for a moment, and the hours passed like sand sifting through his fingers. Next thing he knew the sun's light was blinding him, and he forced himself out of bed. He walked over to the cracked mirror along one of the walls, and cleaned his face with a rag. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were red with exhaustion and sadness. He walked over to the inn and instructed them to tell Lance to meet him at his office."
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"author": "accounttaken1338",
"message": "Lance Gominton\n\nFretasburge, Azarga\n\nLance awoke to the banging on his door and a paper being slid underneath. \"*Meet me in my office as soon as you can*\" He sprung awake and looked at the coin that Levi had given him. He placed the coin in his pocket and sat down in his bed. He thought about what his father told him everyday of his life. \"The difference between life and death is who you put your trust in\" He sat there and for once thought about those words. He equipped his armor and grabbed his sword and went to Levi's office. He paused for a moment to appreciate the sun. Then he opened the door to see Levi awaiting him in his chair. Lance sat down and waited for Levi to speak."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez \nFretasburge, Azarya\nLevi watched Lance enter the room, and he relaxed a little in his chair. \"A few basic rules for our partnership: 1. Know what you are delivering. If someone hands you a letter and tells you to deliver it, but does not instruct you not to read it, read it right away. You may be delivering anything from movements to coded messages, and I expect you to know how to decode them. 2. I am paying you, so you work for me, not anyone else. You report to me directly. 3. You speak, you die. That's all. Now I need to know where your knowledge has began and ended. I will test you in three areas, reading and writing, complex thinking, and strategic planning. These are the areas I need you to be efficient in, but if you aren't at least capable then I have no need for you.\" Levi said, writing in his notebook something that Lance could not see. \"Also you will need to keep that coin you took yesterday. There's something special about it that identifies you as one of my people. Keep it on you at all times, and should you get into trouble with thieves and bandits, press the face on the coin, and my insignia will reveal itself on the back of the coin. Most bandits will recognize it and back off, but those that do not crush without abandon.\" Levi said, demonstrating with his own coin. \"Everyone's coin is different. But the insignia is the same.\" Levi said, showing that his coin had more intricacy along its designs than most normal coins."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi woke up from a long sleep, shivering under the thin blanket that was left on his bed. The thick heavy quilt that usually stretched over his figure lay on his floor like a discarded puppy. His cat meowed at him to get food, and he poured the cat some water and some fish from the night before. He walked into his closet and got dressed for the day, and grabbed a coat lined with a thick fur on the inside. It was snowing again. \n\nLevi entered his shop and began opening up for the day, making sure everything was clean and set up. His wares were set up in the front, but his true business was located behind a small door slightly covered by a wall painting. Inside was his hub for lending money and the main meeting place for his other endeavors. He sat down and began going through his books before the bell hanging above the door went off, and he popped out to see who it was."
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"author": "lucky_flamingo_50589",
"message": "**Fretasburge, Azarya**\n**Viviane Reed**\n\nDressed in a simple green tunic with a brown cloak thrown hastily over her shoulders to combat the snow, Viviane Reed strode into the shop. As ever, her bow was strung over his back. At her side, a quiver of arrows hung loosely. Her boots tracked snow over the floor as she walked inside. \n\nViviane gave a small nod to Levi Cortez as she drew closer. He was bent over some book. Viviane had never learned the finer points of accounting. Or anything of accounting. The frosty winds had blown her hair to an odd angle. She forced it back down with a hand as she pulled seat opposite Levie. Saying nothing she stared intensely at Levi expectantly."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi looked up from his book and stopped writing. He looked over and frowned, trying to remember what the woman's name was. He shrugged and stood up, replacing the book in its rightful place on the shelf. \"Ah yes. Viviane, was it?\" He said, before sitting back down. \"You are a talented woman, I can tell. But I need to know what you are truly efficient at to fully know how to put you to good use. Everyone must pull their own weight.\" Levi said, sitting up in his seat. \n\nHe pulled out a small parcel out from under his desk and unwrapped it, taking the quill pen and book out from the leather pouch. He opened to the page where Lance had signed and pointed to the area right beneath. \"I need your signature.\" He said, writing her name in print before turning it towards her. \"This is an acknowledgement of you working for me. If you sign this, there is no going back.\" He said, laying a small coin beside the book as well. \"If you sign this take the coin. Everyone has their own, and it will be modified to fit what you do here. It is used to show your rank.\" Levi said, setting everything out in front of her."
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"author": "lucky_flamingo_50589",
"message": "**Fretasburge, Azarya**\n**Viviane Reed** \n\nViviane misliked all this talk of coins, signatures, and rank. When she had worked aboard a ship, her contract had been nothing more than a handshake and promise. When she had as a sellsword her rank had been dictated by how well she could fight. With a suspicious eye, she cast a look over everything laid before her. She cast another suspicions glace at the man opposite her. Levi did not look like he was cheating her somehow, but Viviane was unlikely to know if he was. \n \"I can't write,\" She told Levi semi-honestly. It was true that Viviane had never learned words, but she could scribble down her own name if she needed to. \n\nInstead of writing, she picked up the coin. Pinching it between two fingers, she shut one eye and squinted at it. \n \"Why do I need a coin anyways? It's not like I can spend it on anything can I?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya \n\nLevi frowned, and spun the book back towards himself. \"The coin is a formality. It's like a symbol to show where you belong. Every coin is designed the same, with small differences dictating what rank you are. It is the one rule that is set in stone for us.\" Levi said, rolling his own coin across his fingers while he thought. \n\"I can keep your coin here, if you do not wish to take it now. These coins cannot be spent, of course.\" He said as he wrapped up the book and quill and stowed them in their usual spot. \n\"It would be beneficial to learn how to write. Many of my men can teach you, but it is not required. It will put you at a disadvantage though.\" Levi said."
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"author": "lucky_flamingo_50589",
"message": "**Fretasburge, Azarya**\n**Viviane Reed** \n\n\"I think I'll hold onto it for now,\" Viviane said, tossing the coin into the air. She caught it on the back of her hand before pocking it. I've never needed to write before,\" Viviane said with a shrug. \"So, now that we're done with papers and coins, when does my work start? What are you wanting to have me do?\" It was true that Viviane was dying to start. She needed to do something just as much as she needed to eat, sleep or breathe. Anything would be better than sitting around in the stuffy old town. She craved to be in the wildernesses once again."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez \nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi released some of the air in his lungs as he let loose the arrow. He trusted the arrow to meet its target, and he crept forward through the snow, watching the arrows arc over him from the figure still standing on the hill. More bandits streamed out of the tents, more than he accounted for. He couldn't take this without using his blade. He tracked through the woods, an arrow nocked, ready to fire. He reached the camp and let the arrow fly, before stowing the bow back on his back and drawing his sword. The dark blade sliced its way through a few bodies before resting in the bloodied carcass of one of the bandits. Levi took a deep breath, calmly assessing his surroundings. The remaining bandit stood in his tracks, and screamed insults before rushing Levi. Levi narrowly avoiding being sliced before slamming the man in the side and knocking the man's dagger away. He grabbed the man and held him in front of a wall, and grinned. \"Tell everyone what happened here. Let the world know not to mess with my shipments.\" Levi said, mentioning the name New Dawn."
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"author": "lucky_flamingo_50589",
"message": "**Fretasburge,** **Azarya**\n**Viviane ** **Reed** \n\nViviane let her second arrow go as she dashed forward through the woods. Her feet had to dash over tree roots half-hidden by the snow, so her aim was slightly off. Nevertheless, her second arrow him a man n the arm. He cried out and dropped his weapon. Quick as lightning she had another arrow in his chest. \n \nViviane would never have been able to fight in close quarters, so instead, she ran in circles arow the camp, letting off arrows at any bandits who got to close. One managed to surprise Viviane, though and caught her off guard. He swung an ax down above her head. Viviane rolled out of the way, throwing her arrows from her quiver. Cat-quick, she was back on her feet. When the ax next swung towards her, she slid back before using the opening that the man attacking had created and slammed into him. He lost his foot on the uneven ground and fell over. In one smooth motion, Viviane picked up a discarded arrow, pulled in back into her bow and loosed it right into the man's face. Painting, she readied another arrow."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\nLevi watched as the bandit ran off, incoherent screams flowing out of his mouth like water. Levi laughed and sat down in one of the tents, rummaging through all of the supplies. After a while of finding gold and rings, he finally found what he was looking for. A small black box with ornate designs lining the top. It was still sealed closed, so Levi popped it open with the dagger at his waist. Inside laid a small necklace with a simple gold chain, with a very large diamond brooch attached to it. It was obviously very expensive, and Levi inspected it for damage or tampering. \n\nNothing seemed off about it. It was still very clean and the clasp that held it was still in working order. Levi put it in one of the pouches at his waist and gathered up the rest of the valuables in the rest of the camp into a large sack, which he fixed to his horse very securely."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nIt is an overstatement to say that the sounds of horses' hooves and metal armor hitting the ground could not he heard from a mile away. And even so, impressive was it regarding how noisy fifty one people were able to make on top of their steeds, and how well equipped they were simply for walking into a bar. Mayhaps the group had second intentions, perhaps not.\n\nAt the head of the group, a six feet tall man got off his horse. On him, there was a maximilian style springsteel full plate armor, his maximilian helmet almost as fluted as his chest, arms and many other things. The hardened steel was slightly darkened, but a jupon with a family crest of black and blue colors was visible. It seemed to have a simple eagle head on it's center though, instead of the cliche'd overly drawn figures and symbols that filled many a nobleman's shield.\n\"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. It is a pleasure to meet you in this fine day. I, lord Robert Roarobon, shall bring you joy due to my mere presence. I know that for a fact.\"\n-\n\nHis voice was overly snobbish, and purposefully so in order for his identity not to be recognized. William was impersonating a narcisistical noble this time, and the fully armored men behind him—each with their milanese style full plate—shrugged at what was happening. It was their routine really, to follow their employer around on his errands, occasionally fighting if such was deemed as needed. They were paid well enough for that, and due to their faces being covered by the visors and their usage of similar jupons to William's, they were well disguised as members of house 'Roarobon'.\n\nAfter all, the merchant knew better than to use the name of a bigger house due to how much attention it would bring to himself, instead choosing an unknown... Barely still existant... Family to impersonate. It was not that hard to pretend to be someone who no one knew, and having fifty fully equipped soldiers, although quite a bit to deal with, did not mean a noble was rich or high in status due to the magnitude of other noble's personal guards in comparison.\n-\n\nNow with all those soldiers inside the inn with him, William took a quick glance towards them before turning forwards, and sitting down in a stool near the two arguing/talking men. Eavesdropping could prove to be rather useful, as a would be simply talking to them. Without further ado, he ordered a mug of the fanciest of wines available at that specific place, though he did not drink any of it... As doing so would mean he would have to lift his visor, which could potentially blow his cover due to possessing a bounty on his head. Maybe later on William would show himself, but he was not going to do that simply then and there just for the thrill of it.\n\nThe soldiers under their employer carried their longswords, daggers and one handed warhammers on themselves, as did William carry his own. Weapons such as halberds, longbows and the sort were still with their horses... Armoured warhorses, if you'd like to be more specific. It was due to simplicity's sake of course, as a building is not the best place to use a polearm in, nor would it allow for the needed time to reload a ranged weapon effectively.\n\nThere was an exception to that, as whereas not many people could afford to keep something that few knew about, the merchant did. A tiny little one handed crossbow, mini really, hidden inside a small bag the swordsman trader had on himself alongside it's bolts. That could come in handy. Still, if things werento come down to it, he knew that in that specific place melee was most advised.\n-\n\nBreaking the moment of silence in order to turn towards Levi, 'Robert' opened his mouth to speak in the same condescending tone that had been used mere moments ago, keeping true to his false identity. Years of training on how to disguise yourself do pay off every once in a while, no?\n\"What are your names, gentlemen? And how come do the two of you talk in such a... Spot filled with bad bodily odors, specially vomital fluids and old ale?\"\n\nHe seemed not to be afraid of them asking the reason as to why *He* Was there though, seemimgly having an answer for that already. Everything was planned, and luckily nothing would turn out badly in such a short and inconspicuous encounter amongst outlaws.\n-\n\nThinking to himself as he said those words, the man remained attentive of his surroundings. Getting caught whilst not ready for it was not going to be fine and dandy, and William did like his head quite a bit, specially the fact that it remained between his shoulders. Being beheaded was not something nice! That much he knew, even though he had personally beheaded a few foes that just wouldn't yield and kept fighting. The merchant had been made to do many things he did not want to... And yet, he did them again and again. However, as there is always a good side of things, it is worthy to mention how merciful he is to downed and surrendered enemies, and almost never keeps prisoners except for nobles, generals and those higher up in the chains of command... The ones who keep people's freedom on a leash.\n*\"I wonder if this is the outlaw creating a new bandit group that I have heard about? Eclipse, I believe... Or new dawn? I'll have to check with my sources later. Either way, I would be interesting if so, and mayhaps I can help to have them supplied. Undoubtedly though, his answer here should matter... I do not want to do business with someone who wouldn't be actually paying me due to not keeping his word.\"*\n-\n\nThe ponder was mental of course, unable to be heard since only his own brain was knowing of it. So unless Levi knew how to read minds, the line of thinking would be unknown to him... Specially since his visor was good enough to cover his face from being analyzed or recognized. Still, it was harsh to be willing to deal with murderers for profit... Heck, the thought of doing that occasionally made the merchant sigh in deep analysis of what he had done.\n\nThe male was not forcing them to do anything after all, was he? All he did was give them tools... And they decided what to do with those tools. He couldn't discriminate who he sold to! Sure, the merchant would help people in need if he saw them getting robbed and the sort, but it wasn't the case here. All that he was doing, was seeking a business partner to exchange profit... Regardless of where the 'profit' came from."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\nLevi heard the beat of the horses long before he witnessed the men enter. He nodded at the men sitting at all of the corner tables, and laid his hand on his own weapons. As the man took his seat like he owned the place. Levi leaned close and laid a rag in the man's hand. \n\n\"You will not find a soul that will recognize you as lord among us. If it does not suit you then take yourself away. I am simply saving you the trouble from finding this out with a blade inserted in your ribs. And my name is Leviticus.\" Levi said, before settling back into his seat, and took a sip of his ale. \"This tavern is a haven where all men are equal. There are no nobles nor kings, no gods among men. Only people, separated by the work they do. If you think the soldiers will scare us, you will discover differently. All of us have sharp blades and quick feet.\" As Levi said this, he gestured for fresh wine to be brought to the table. As the young servant sauntered down to the table, many men slowly let their fingers relax from where they rested on tempered steel. \n\n\"We talk here because there is no other place with food that can warm your belly as this place. I trust all of the men around me with my life. \" Levi said, standing up and getting a bowl and scooping some of the soup from the kettle by the fire. He sat down and spun his spoon down his fingers before spooning some in his mouth. \"What business do you have here, Robert?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nThe rag in his hands was something to be examined at that moment, and the eyes of 'Robert' lingered on it for quite a bit before turning to the criminal, gauntlet-clad fingers palpating the textile in search of anything of worth or danger that could be in the peculiar, most likely dirty and ragged rag.\n\n\"Good. I was getting bored of this impersonation already... It sure is odd to pretend to be a snob cunt who gets taxes from their locals. But, the disguise helps with concealment I suppose. And hey, I do believe you fell for it did you not?\"\nChuckling lightly, he lifted his visor in order to be able to—barely due to how the helmet was designed—drink some of the wine he had ordered previously, putting the mug back on the table with a thud. \n\n\"I probably should not have ditched the disguise so early, but there are moments when you just stop giving a damn for a second or two, right? Either way, my business is that I wish to give your folk quite a few goods, if you have got the coin that is. Poisons for you to use on your weapons, repair kits, armoury itself, supplies, ships, even my 'magic joy dust' that so many customers have taken a liking to and whatnot... Whatever it is that you desire, and can pay me back for with currency. Currency and assistance to take down the rulers of this land with as minimal innocent bloodshed as you can achieve. I would prefer if there was no bloodshed, but sometimes soldiers can get too thrilled for their own good with battle at times.\"\nAn eye turned to look Levi up and down, another gulp of the fancy wine being heard.\n\n-\n\n\"As you may have connected the dots already, my name is not Robert. However, if you would insist on an introduction, call me...\"\n\nKnowing how to put emphasis on what he judged as being in need of a place of honor in his speech, like any good orator his voice turned deeper as his next words rang through the air.\n\"...The merchant.\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya \n\n\"Alright. None of us will attack innocent people. That is not our style. There has to be people to rule over, after all. But know this. We are not against killing those who seek to stop us. We will carry out our duty to the people and liberate them from people who wish to rule them without compassion, but on our terms. You will see that this is a profitable venture for both of us.\" Levi said, walking over to the counter and telling one of the servants to run to his office. When they got back he handed the man a coin. The coin wasn't very interesting beyond the designs on it. \n\n\"This is my promise. I will be there to get this coin back. \" Levi said, and smiled. \"Pleasure doing business with you.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nHe seemed to be displeased on Levi's words in regards to 'ruling' the commons. That was not supposed to be part of their deal, and it shouldn't be such... Years of thoughts about the goodness of freedom does put a man in a rather untrusting aura in regards to how he sees men attempting to 'rule for the greater good'.\n\"Good. I am glad that you will not kill innocents, and such pleases me immensely. However, there are two things that must remain in the clear at this deal that you wrongly assume to be in control of.\"\n\nNo smile crept up his lips, a starking difference to what happened to those of Levi. Instead, a scowl kidnapped the joy of his eyes, and replaced them with certainty on his own confidence and dominance over that agreement.\n\"You will not kill any prisoners, and will not slaughter any surrendering foes neither. You will have them sent to me, and I shall free them accordingly... As your words have showed me such, I do not believe that I should trust you with leaving people's lives in your hands. You are free to loot nobles and their belongings, keeps and whatnot, but both the people and those who have stopped fighting are to be spared.\"\n-\n\nAnother sip from the wine, and it was, although hidden, noticeable that Levi was a pawn in his game, a brigand that he would make a favorable deal with to benefit both parts... Just like in a shop transaction, William sought results.\n\"No one is gonna rule over the commonfolk, that is another thing I must say. For the mere thought having even passed your mind, only a third of your men will be supplied until I can trust that you will not use those tools to simply replace the nobles with your brigands.\"\n\nAs his words turned harsh, the merchant's men had gotten ready for action, hands on top of their weapons' hilts, handles and whatnot.\n\"If the terms of our contract are broken, I am to make sure I get the payment from your corpse. You are not in control, Leviticus.\"\n\nHis mug's wine had been put down, and if someone was to look in it, they could notice the sips he had made were just falseties to trick people into thinking he was enough of a fool to not remain sober in a negotiation. Looking towards Levi, he awaited for a reply."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez \nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nLevi looked at the man, and shrugged. He could tell that the situation had changed, and he popped his neck. \"Damn. You should know that I'm not much of a ruler. You misheard me. What I said was 'Liberate the people. Don't do anything stupid and tell your men to attack. I am more... Protected than I look. And my death will proceed your own.\" Levi said, sitting forward. \n\n\"Let's talk numbers. You have fifty one soldiers with you. Scouts saw you a mile away, and counted your numbers. Why would you enter a tavern and not check your food. I am a bandit and you did not think to check your drink? That's suicidal. But don't fear. I didn't poison you. I did, however, have the goods on your horses outside checked for anything that could be used against me. You should listen to me when I say I have thieves among this group here. You should tell your men to check any gold they were carrying.\" Levi said, before standing up and taking a cup from one of the servants. \"Also I have little need of your money. I am looking for someone I can work with, not someone to control me. Next time do your research before looking for pushovers.\" Levi said. \n\nLevi grinned again. \"You are obviously untrained when it comes to dealing with men like me. You do not even consider that I could be playing you as you are attempting to play me. I have done this for years. But know this, \"Robert\" Should any of your men draw their weapons, their heads will be fed to the pigs.\" He sat on a stool and brushed his hair out of his eyes.\n\n\"You come to me, say you'll pay me to help you, but threaten me when my ways are different than yours. Do you forget where you rest your feet? Do you forget whose wine you sip so slowly?\" Levi asked, maintaining his composure. He hated men like this. \n\n\"I am not some beggar looking for a fucking handout. If you want to work together that is fine. But you are not the leader of us. Our business is our own. You do not meddle in my affairs. But watch your back. If you ever cross me or interfere you will die. Remember that well, Merchant.\" Levi said, emphasizing the last syllable."
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"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nHe heard him speak, and held out a chuckle. The audacity! Well, he was bold, that was something William could agree in that regard. Mayhaps they would become friends after this endeavour, but for the time being he had to keep his laughter from leaving his throat, specially after he spoke about fifty-one soldiers... Heck, it was fifty plus himself, but the merchant cannot expect everyone to count in these days.\n\"You spoke about how there needs to be people to rule over, and I argued against that. Now, I will calmly answer you word by word, so that we can come to an agreement. Take a look at my wine, sir.\"\n\nHe motioned towards the wine, and it was true that it was untouched, his lips still not wet from the grapes. As mentioned previously, the merchant knew better than to let his guard down.\n\"Funny of you to say that. I am certain that your men have each received a swift bite and kick from the horses, which might be the reason as for the screams outside which you did not care enough to hear. Your own men! Oh, sir, I have both killed and negotiated with many brigands like you but none of them ever claimed to be as clever as you have claimed.\"\n\nHe shrugged, sliding the mug over to him. It was untouched essentially, and it was made clear he faked having drank from the mug... A wise move, one could think.\n\"You think I would have them carry gold on themselves when walking into here? You underestimate me, Leviticus. Also, who said I wished to control you? All I said was that you were not in control. Not that *I* Was.\"\n-\n\nHe smirked when he had kept on speaking, seeming unfazed by his insults and the way he still remained condescending and unwilling to look at what was in front of him... A businessman. An enterpreneur, not a nobleman.\n\"Nor am I attempting to play you. A little negotiation which goes both ways, that is what is being done. Tell me, how many caravans of innocent merchants have you taken down already? How much pride do you take in widowing good men's wives? You seem to believe the hounds are as much of a hassle as their master during a hunt, but I assure you that the less the dogs—guards, if you need me to explain the analogy—are forced into service, brainwashed and whatever else their lord does to them. As I am sure you know, desertion can get someone beheaded.\"\n-\n\nHe went on, holding on to Leviticus' gaze.\n\"I know where I step, and so should you. Your troops are in need of better gear, and I have not offered you 'money', only equipment that you might need for your battles. Your men are hardened, as are mine aye, but yours' armors don't fit them properly, and are rusted and dented to oblivion, ragged and your folk have not been able to get anything but crude blades. I told you I would get the payment from your corpse because I am not a murderer, sir Leviticus. The people and their overlords would both unite against us if you are to act dishonorably instead of gaining their support, and I would go and fetch what would be mine from your remains. Better than having the debt pass to any children you have left in your life, no?\"\n\nThe merchant knew where he treaded, and so did not only try using words against the bandit. Maybe a little incentive against violence would be of assistance.\n\"...If you lust for a fight though, your men being in the surroundings shouldn't matter much. My soldiers are better equipped, experienced, and in greater number than your people in this bar due to how many stormed this place before your folk could. I am certain that you know how the doors would bar entrance to a few folk at a time, which could be quickly dealt with by my folk. Then, my other swordsmen could cut down whoever is not willing to yield in here.\"\n-\n\nThe trader looked towards his knights, motioning to wait.\n\"You have three choices here. Take my terms and prosper, reject them and let us depart in peace, or reject them and attack us only to be slaughtered. Your choice, really. I would like to meet you again in spite of your threats, though. Even if you reject my offer, you seem to have quite a few stories worth sharing... If you are to die that would be a shame, honestly. I am not too fond of having to kill someone due to a negotiation disagreement.\"\n\nAmazingly, his words were not sarcastic. Calculated, sure, but that cannot be blamed on him after getting threatened so many times."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\n\"Yet still you speak without proof. My men have not touched the innocent. We have never touched a hair on anyone's head who has not gotten in their position honestly. Their armor may be rusted and ill-fitted, yes. But why do you think that is? We are not greedy. Yes we are bandits. But even bandits can have morals.\" Levi said, but nothing he said seemed false. He was telling the truth. \n\n\"Yes I know and have lived through many tales. I'm going to tell you one. It won't take too long but it is important. All you see here was built by me, but the idea was created by someone else. We were once called the Eclipse, and we were established to overthrow a malicious government. It was years ago, but we still hold that idea close. Instead of governments, we focus on men who should not be in the position they are in. For you to assume I would stoop so low as to harm innocent people you are mistaken, sir.\" With the last sentence there seemed to be a hint of sadness in Levi's voice. Levi looked behind him at a small painting. The likeness of his family was there, and he looked back at the man sitting in front of him. \"Some of us are fighting for the memory of those we love.\" Levi said, looking at one of his men and nodding. They all took their hands off of their weapons. \n\n\"I will not fight you. You seem to be an honest man, even if you do exude an air of snobbishness. But let me give you a word of advice. One day that unshakable confidence will bite you in the ass.\" Levi said, pondering his proposal.\n\nLevi sipped his fresh well water, and nodded. \"I agree with you, though. Obviously you outnumber us. At least those of us currently here. Your offer is commendable, but I need to know more. Are we just going to be your instrument in war? Are we going to be your servants, ants under your boot? If so you can go shove it. But if we are to be partners in something grand and profitable for both of us, then I could see the potential in that.\" Levi said, looking around the room at the men around him. \n\n\"I only consider this for them. I would die for each man here with me, without question. They have stood by me through a lot, and most look up to me to guide them. So for them I will accept. But know this, if any of them die, you better hope I die with them.\""
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"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\nWilliam was surprised by that. How fortunate that he had found someone unwilling to raid honest, hardworking merchants and farmers. Still, he seemed to not understand his point in regards to their equipment, as he was referring to them needing better gear, not an insult... Just the truth really, if they planned to live longer than a month.\n\"That is reassuring. However, I would make a case that greed can prove to benefit people immensely considering how it motivates you to keep going and do what you need to do to achieve your goals.\"\n\nThe masculine figure heard attentively each of the words that dropped from Leviticus' mouth, a sharp look seeming to still be up in his eyes. Someone's tone could be changed at will, so although the outlaw's speech was pleasing, it was also up to judgement on everyone's part. Eclipse... Malicious government... All that looks to be slightly too strange as not many bandit groups even had a name to go by except for their ethnicity/nationality in most cases—such as 'the cumans' if you seek for a historical example unrelated to the roleplay—though a few might have had in their quest to look quirky. Nonetheless, eclipse was still a good name. Following Leviticus's kindness, a nod was sent towards one of the hedge knights and they too took their hands off their weapons. The men still were ready, though, but looked less prone to fighting.\n\"Why do you call yourself a bandit, then? What makes you believe that the kingdom has any power in regards to the decision of wether or not you are to be made an outlaw, seeing that you have hurt the government itself, not the innocent citizens? You may have years of experience, but you still have to learn how not to give a fuck.\"\n\nHe laughed, having his own canteen opened and a real sip being taken out of it. The object had not been poisoned, and there seemed to be good quality mead in it.\n-\n\n\"Want some? I have had this on me for quite a bit, and know that your men weren't able to touch it... This canteen of mine holds some value to it after all. *Sentimental value*, that is.\"\nHe shrugged, as he offered to pour some of the alcoholic beverage in Levi's mug, a gesture of openness in spite of distrust. William was willing to talk, and seemed content with doing business with that man.\n\n\"Either way, you are not going to be a simple servant under my boot. You are to maintain the terms of honor and mercy even to your foe that I have offered you, but other than that you are free to be autonomous. You are the warrior, and I, the merchant. The soldier and the supplier... For one needs the other in order to be an actual force. In spite of that, I would say that suggestions and insight would be good for both of us to share between one another, and keeping me updated on what you do is most likely going to be needed so that I can take or not routes and the sort to get to your folk. I admire your eagernerness to die for them, but fret not. I will not harm them so long as they do not harm my men, me or something of the sort. Keep our terms honored and it is not going to be an issue.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nFretasburge, Azarya\n\n\"We are bandits. We take what is not ours and keep it. Yes, we may leave the innocents alone, but we still take what is not ours. It is a sin that I'm willing to bear. However, don't take that as weakness. I may seem like I don't care but that's the point. I do care. It's what's kept me alive this long. I allow them to call me an outlaw because it means I am on their radar. The more infamy I gain, the more influence I have. I have been playing this game a long time. Look around next time you enter several cities. There are bounties on my head larger than many people's entire worth. Yet, my identity is only known to some. I revealed it to you since I've trusted you from the start, but you do not offer me the same respect. I do not resent you for this, however. I understand privacy can be an important aspect of many people's character.\"\n\nAt this Levi took another sip of his water, and removed the cloak surrounding him, revealing dark black armor, fitted very well, and a dark blade with a hand-and-a-half length handle. It was obviously very well made, and there seemed to be an almost swirling pattern to the darkened steel blade. The entire outfit was very well maintained, and a hood could be seen attached to the neck. Levi removed his gloves, and revealed a scarred pair of hands, rough from work. He nodded, and took a clean mug from behind the counter and set it on the table. \"They will not touch anything of yours. Your men will not be touched by any of mine, and your soldiers are allowed anywhere the New Dawn holds under it's reach. They will be provided rest and food, that I can promise.\" Levi said, sitting at the same table as the merchant. He pulled a small parcel from where it was placed by the servant and unwrapped it. Inside was a small book and a beautiful quill pen and ink holder. Levi began writing in the book. He wrote The Mechant, Offer of Work, No Known Amount inside and signed his name. He sealed the book again and wrapped everything back up. What he wrote was not known to anyone but Levi, and you couldn't see exactly what was written even looking straight at it. It was as if the handwriting was illegible, but it was beautiful. Levi was writing in his native tongue, with sweeping letters and sharp curves. After Levi was done he looked back at the man. \n\n\"I accept.\""
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"message": "Lei Linas\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nLei pulled the hot metal mold out of the machine with his hand. It looked like the heat didnt hurt him too much but he did seem to wince and quickly put the hot mold down on a nearby table. It looked like it was supposed to be an armor plating of some sort. \n\n\nLei looked over at Naesala and then looked towards the balcony on the second floor to check if anyone was there. \"Right now I dont think so. I think Lex might have gone out to grab something to eat?\" He looked over at Naesala with a smile. \"She should be back soon. You guys might even get along.\" Lei chuckled lightly. \n\n\nHe picked up one of the metal tools on the wall which looked like a pair of pliers used for grabbing the hot metals. He hovered his hand over the red hot metal in the mold and the smoking heat in the metal started to quickly be pulled outwards and guided out an installed vent in the workshop. Once the metal coold down a little Lei pulled it out of the mold using the tool so he could safely carry it to the anvil and start to shape and curve it into the right angle using a hammer. \n\n\n The sound of a hammer colliding with the armor plate rung through the medium aized workshop for a while until Lei was satisfied with the shape of the armor piece.In no time he had crafted the armor pieces needed for a beautiful gauntlet which was illustrated in the blueprint. \n\n\nThe craftsman flopped down onto the couch with a content sigh, happy that he managed to get some work done today. He hadn't even realized that it was already dark out until he looked put the window. \n\nHe sat forward with a soft gasp and looked towards Naesala. \"Shoot, you must be hungry! Im sorry, I- uhh... Lets go to the market to grab something to eat?\" He had completely forgot aboyt eating while he was working and hoped that Naesala wasnt starving half to death."
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"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nLex? Who was that? His sister? Friend? Wife? Cousin? He wasn't exactly given a specific answer to the identity of this 'Lex'. But it was enough to tell him that the workshop probably have a few people working in it. Realising that there were additional... Humans in said building, his ears instinctively drooped down. Even though all he was doing now was merely an act to ensure his survival, the fear and trauma have somehow embedded themselves into the back of his mind. However, it never exactly hindered with his goals so that was fine.\n\nHe didn't ask anymore question when the man continued working, this giving him more than enough of the little freedom he have to go look around the workshop, wandering about as he explored, noting down where the possible dangerous items are so that he could use them as weapons just in case his peaceful days come to an end. So he himself never gave much regard to his health and never voice out whether or not he was thirsty or hungry, just letting the man do his work. The elf went to the couch and brought his knees up to his chest and rest his chin on his knees. \n\nFew hours soon passed and he have yet to see anyone else enter the workshop so he had no chance to see this 'Lex'. Hearing the exclaimation made by his master, the elf only turned to face him with a dumb yet bright childlike smile on his face.\n\n\"Master do what Master thinks is best.\""
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"message": "Lei Linas\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nSeeing Naesala's excited reaction towards the mention of food caused a sharp pain of guilt to sting at his own starving stomach. He knew he had to make things right and buy Naesala a nice meal. \n\n\nThe pyromancer got up and checked to see if his wallet was still in his jacket. He had managed to sell a few of his inventions on the way here so he had enough cash to get them a satisfying dinner. \n\n\nHe smiled at Naesala and gave him a friendly pat on his back. \"Alright, lets go get some dinner. I'm starving.\" \n\n\nThe pyromancer led the way out the door, maintaining his bright and cheery demeanor despite being very tired after their long travel and the work he accomplished today.\n\n\nOnce outside the town was brightly lit and alive since he lived in the heart of the kingdom which was bustling with life. It was rather convenient."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\nNaesala was fine with no food or bad food, seemingly already used to bad conditions as well as knowing not to keep his hopes up nor get used to such bliss that he was currently experiencing. He smiled when he received a pat on the back and quickly got both their jackets, handing Lei's towards him before he followed along. However, he wrapped a scarf around his head to hide his ears.\n\nStepping out to the town, Naesala only kept close to Lei, instinctively holding onto Lei's sleeve as he avoided looking at anyone as much as he can not to draw attention to himself. So to say, he wasn't at all looking around nor enjoying himself for the fear that he would be recognised for the revolting creature he was."
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"message": "Lei Linas \nAlleyway, Azarya\n\nThe inventor had noticed the elf's fixation on the bow and quiver set before he finally jogged along to return to his side so he could hand him the bag of food. \n\n\nSeeing the elf's entranced state caused by the delicious aroma of their meal made lei chuckle softly. \n\n\n\"Oh, you will see.\" He smiled at him excitedly, eager to get him to try the rich warm drink. He led them towards the cafe and bought two drinks for the both of them. Once he had them in a small bag he carried on with Naesala back towards his shop.\n\n\nHe led the way back to the workshop, having to weave past a few people before they reached the less populated streets that led away from the market. \n\n\nWhile they were walking a female voice called out to Lei, causing the pyromancer to look around to see a dirty blond woman with warm fur and leather armor fashioned over her slender but well built body. \n\n\n\"Oh. Hey, Lovely night isn't it? It's nice to see you again.\" Lei hid away his nervous tone well as he did not want to alarm Naesala. \n\n\nThe woman smiled at Lei sweetly and briefly moved her silver eyes towards Naesala. \"Mmhm, you know I missed you Lei.\" She spoke as she circled around the both of them with a curious smirk on her face.\n\n\nLei's smile threatened to fade into a frown when he heard her remark. He definitely wanted to run but he knew he couldn't since Naesala was here with him."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nAlleyway, Azarya\n\n\nThe elf attentively watched the man went it to get the drinks, patiently waiting outside as he lightly shrunk back into the jacket, making sure his ears were warm. The elf let out an almost low purr at the flash of warmth. Upon seeing his master coming out, he quickly jogged over and stuck to his side as both of them made their way back to the workshop.\n\nHowever, their journey was stop short when the elf's ears twitched, picking up the voice that called out to Lei that he curiously turn towards the direction of it.\n\nHe saw a blond woman but inside he was sneering. As an elf, his appearance had definitely surpass the typical human women and men so his appearance wasn't at all inferior to the one before him. So he gave a shy but almost timid smile to her before he ducked behind Lei, peeking out slightly from his side.\n\nInstinctively he reached a hand up to tug his hood a little down, making sure it won't fall off to expose his identity. Yet another hand was sneakily going for the hidden dagger in his jacket, ready to strike if the woman ever did anything funny."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nShe circled both the men one more time before stopping in front of the pyromancer and giving him a sly smirk. \"Who's your friend?\" \n\n\"Oh, I just met him in the other town.\" Lei smiled meekly. \n\"Sorry, we really have to get going.\" He said softly and pulled Naesala with him towards the alley way. \n\nThe woman behind them giggled softly. \"Don't forget your end of the deal. I'll be waiting.\" \n\nThe pyromancer frowned slightly as he kept walking forward, focusing on getting him and his new friend out of there as soon as possible. Once they reached the end of the road it took them a little more time walking to finally reach his workshop. The inventor looked worried as he set the food on the top of a clean wooden table in the workshop's small yet comfortable lounge area."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nWhoever this woman was, her presence wasn't at all trusted nor tolerated by Lei it seemed when he had lied about his origins, But the elf still maintained his innocent and gullible facade as he was then pulled away from the woman.\n\n\"Who's that, Master..? And what deal...?\"\n\nHe asked curiously, wanting to probe further into this sudden mysterious conversation they had. He also noticed the worried expression on Lei's face and that made him express a worried look to him as well.\n\n\"Lady... Bad..?\"\n\nHe asked while he quickly set the bag down on the table and taking off his coat, he then used his hair to cover his ears in fear that the woman might come here."
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"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax, Azarya \n\nLei's eyes expressed a mixed mess of emotions, unsure what to do or how to react in this scenario. \"No.. Naesala I-... *Sigh* \" His voice was soft and cautious now as he shrunk back in his seat and crossed his arms over his stomach insecurely. He looked down and sighed softly in deafeat, looking away with a guilty expression after realizing he scared the elf. \"I can't... I've never fought using my fire before. I don't want to hurt anyone with it.\" He spoke meekly and hopelessly as he hugged his arms to his chest. He knew that Rika needed him somehow and this was why he was terrified. He knew what she would cut away his ties that held him close to the light in order to drag him to the darkness. \n\nThe pyromancer tried to fight the tears from forming in his eyes but it was of no use. A few stray tears fell from his face as he hung his head low, not wanting Naesala to see him cry. Lei knew he had to listen to what Rika wanted or else he'd just get his family into trouble. The pyromancer's eyes widened slightly when he heard what Naesala was capable of. To make them sleep for ever?.... He was horrified that the seemingly innocent elf was capable of such a thing. The fire on his shoulders continued to burn as he sat there quietly for a few long minutes, pondering over all the storming thoughts that pestered his mind. His eyes stared at the bags of food subconsciously as his growling stomach reminded him of its emptiness. He hadn't had anything to eat all day and yet his current circumstances drove away any urges he had of eating. He just wanted to lie down and sleep all these problems away if he could."
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\"Master... Master...\"\n\nThe elf called out, trying to get his attention as he shook his arm again, looking up at him with tearful eyes.\n\n\"Master not hurting people, Master using fire to protect... That is not the same as hurting... Fire to protect... Not hurt...\"\n\nAnd it wasn't that Naesala was capable, he was forced to be capable, to get himself out of situations that forced him to be evil. He didn't had a choice given his position and he knew he did what he could to have survived till now. He saw how the man hung his head low and he knew the man was crying. Without caring about the fire that's burning on his shoulders, he opened his arms and hugged Lei tightly, not willing to let go.\n\n\"Naesala have masters before Master that tell Naesala to do dirty work. Naesala need to listen or Naesala would be the one to sleep. If Master no want do it... Naesala can do it for Master. Master do not need be afraid of lady who dares harm master family. If master want to be in light, let Naesala be in dark. Let Naesala help master...\"\n\nHe had seen how many innocent masters, forced by their families or circumstances to be pushed into the abyss of the darkness. Some embraced it while some denied it. Some even let others do it for them so that their hands can be clean. And that was when slaves came in, that was their role. To be the blade when their hesitant masters could not be one. That was what Naesala was. He may be an elf, a creature of innocence, bravery and purity. But he no longer was that creature he was born to be. At that thought, he let out a shaky breath but it could almost be mistaken as a choked back sob."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\"I dont really s-\" Lei gasped softly in surprise when he felt Naesala hug him so suddenly, causing his fire to grow slightly as it reacted along with his emotions. The fire did hurt for a moment but it quickly shifted into a gentle warmth which didn't harm the other male. Instead it felt gentle and comforting in a way, all the while giving the sensation of Lei's current state of surprise. He blushed slightly as he looked at the elf, a little flustered by the intimate gesture but after hearing the elf's proposal Lei's expression shifted to uncertainty and worry as he frowned at the other male slightly. \"No... I wont make you do such a thing. Even if they are bad that doesn't mean they aren't people... They... They're just... Lost. \" He looked to the side shamefully as he seemed guilty over something he has done in the past. \"I've done terrible things in the past too but that doesn't mean I should die. I lived long enough to realize that I was wrong. So I changed. They can change too.\" Lei held onto Naesala's upper arms. \"Please let them redeem themselves too. I know they can.\" He pulled his hands away then looked down to wipe away his tears. \"There has to be another way... Violence isn't always the answer... Right?..\""
},
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"author": "artem_novelist",
"message": "Naesala Iarzana\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\n\"Master no get Naesala... What Naesala means is if Master no want to fight... Let Naesala fight, let Naesala protect Master..\"\n\nThe elf quickly and slowly said, his head tilted slightly to the side when he noticed the blush and he didn't know what was wrong. Was it too warm or was it too intimate? Weren't they both men? Then again, who said his master only liked women? Pushing the unnecessary thought aside, he explained what he actually meant to Lei. Seeing the tears, he let go of his hold around him and used his hand to cupped Lei's cheeks and made him look up at him. Naesala then used his thumbs to lightly wiped away any more tears that flow, his expression gentle yet pained yet happy.\n\n\"Master... Really is different than other masters... Master shine brighter than they do, master have light while they do not. Master is not the same like others. Master treat Naesala as Naesala, Master didn't yell at Naesala, Master only cared for Naesala.\""
},
{
"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\"I don't want you to fight... What if you get hurt? What if you die? What if it just gets them angry and... And...\" Fear was evident in the pyromancers tone and demeanor. He couldn't help but imagine losing his parents and siblings after even daring to fight back against the thugs that were after him. \n\nThe kind gesture of the elf wiping away his tears so tenderly made the pyromancer shy away and lean away from him slightly, not really knowing how to react since he was not used to being this close to another man. He looked down shyly and shook his head slightly. \n\n\"I think you're giving me a little too much credit. I'm just want you to be my friend... Not a slave.\" Lei sighed softly and crossed his arms again. \n\"I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess...\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nA pale child with gaunt features entered, looking about curiously. His large, glassy eyes rolled towards the direction of a delicious scent pricking his nostrils. \nHe walked towards the table seating Lei and Naesala and paused several feet away, staring at the hot chocolate as if it were an alien spaceship. A sliver of drool wound down past his chin."
},
{
"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nLei was seated with Naesala in the garden beside his workshop when he saw the little kid. He was alarmed to see him there alone but kept a warm ad cheery composure as he waved to the kid. \"Hello!\" Lei spoke happily towards him then patted the seat next to him. \"Wanna join us for some hot chocolate?\" He then looked around curiously to spot any adults that might be the child's parents. \"Um... Where's your mommy?\" He asked as his hazel colored eyes looked back at the boy curiously."
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nGiallo wasted no time in taking the seat, fidgeting eagerly as he stared at the hot beverage.\n\"She's long dead sir. I look after myself.\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nThe child snatched the drink first and downed it in a great single gulp that made his eyes bulge and his throat bob. He then buried his face in the food, shoveling it in without a word of thanks. He'd probably not eaten in a long time. \n\nWhen the plate was empty he'd finally look up at the two, his expression unreadable but his eyes gleaming with satiation.\n\n\"I'm Giallo. What are your names?\""
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei was sirprised to see just how famished the kid was but he did not question it. He too finished his own meal and looked over at the boy when he spoke. \n\nLei offered him a warm smile along with his answer. \"Im Lei, and my friend who walked inside is Naesala. So, what brings you here bud?'"
},
{
"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo wiped his mouth and answered back in a deadpan monotone.\n\"The smell. I think I'm going to follow you for a while, you're nice. Do you live here?\""
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\nCity Street\n\nFrom the corner of the street, a young man guided a mule trough the laberinthite streets of the city. Like most Azaryans, he was black haired and fair skinned, and aside from his blue eyes, there wasn't anything too distinct to him. \n\nThe robe he wore however, marked him as a scholar of the academy, an unusual sight in the outskirts of a mercantile city.\n\n\"At last. Figures Stpanov couldn't give the right adress, but I've finally found it: the Ignis Gyrax. This worksop better be as good as that idiot claimed. Pyotyr, scout ahead for me, will ya? I will tie down the mule.\"\n\nA cat poked from of one of the sidebags. Like his master, he had black fur and azure eyes. The creature leapt to the ground and bolted towards the door of the workshop, and upon entering, he could hear human voices. Two men and a child were sitting in one of the tables.\n\nThe cat paid no heed to them . Instead, he roamed over the counter, examining the crafts for sale as he patiently awaited for his owner to follow him.\n\nWhen he finally entered the Ignis Grax, he too headed straight for the counter. Like his pet before him, the young man initially paid no attention to the table. It wasn't until he heard the words \"Do you live here\", that he turned his gaze towards them."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nLei glanced towards a cat who waltzed into the well known workshop around town and hopped onto one of the work benches inside the warmly lit warehouse. The interiors were large and well designed, complete with various well crafted equipment ranging from armor to carriage blueprints and sketches to show off the works of the inventor. The first floor was tidy despite there being several blacksmiths and other workers busy in the spacious room. A flight of stairs led up to an indoor balcony that overlooked the workshop, seemingly the station of whoever was in charge. \n\n\nLei smiled at the adorable creature as it made itself comfortable within the shop. He hoped that it wouldn't get its fur singed by the flames of the nearby furnaces.\n\n\n\"Yes, I do live here.\" Lei smiled back at Giallo then returned his attention to the cat when he noticed a man join it. He assumed that he was the feline's owner.\n\n\n \"Good morning Sir.\" Lei smiled with a welcoming aura as he stood to meet the man at the counter. \"Can I help you with anything? \""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\nIgnis Grax\n\nThe young man's expression went from dejection to a big smile.\n\n\"Morning to you as well. I was hoping you could help me with some navigational instruments.\" The cat leaped into his shoulder. \"A friend of mine spoke highly this place.\"\n\nBut the man's gaze wasn't set on the instruments he claimed had come for. His attention had been captured by the works on display of the inventor.\n\n\"My name is Kiervan Czerich, by the way.\"\nThe Czerich were known for being the wealthiest family in the coastal city, but the maganate only ever spoke of three of his children, which were now st the academy. Perhaps this was the son of one of his first marriages, whom at the time were rumored to be great failures. Back in those days, many people, from sailors to merchants, whispered that the line of the magnate was doomed.\n\n\"These are all wonderful,\" Said Czerich. \"Who are the craftsmen behind them?\" He was still contemplating the inventions.\n\nPyotr, the cat, had made his way to the balcony in the meantime."
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nThe lad stood up as the new arrival entered, holding stock still with just his wide eyes following their motion like a trick painting in a haunted house, his mouth an indecipherable slit. Despite the fresh meal he'd enjoyed his complexion remained palid, a sharp contrast to the black he wore. \nHe seemed utterly out of place, and although he was merely being polite and attentively listening, his being there would just kinda buzzkill the vibe in most scenarios.\nHe never lasted very long in restaurants or parties before he got kicked out for standing around."
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Czerich remained focused on the various inventions, not bothering to spare a glance for Lei, much less for Giallo.\n\nPyotr however, watched Giallo with a deathly stare from the top of the balcony.\n\n\"Is any of these yours?\" Asked Czerich, still without looking at Lei."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax \n\n\"Of course!\" Lei beamed, more than happy to service the other man. The inventor warmly shook the man's hand and introduced himself. \"Lei Linas, I'm the owner of this shop. Pleased to meet you sir.\" Lei was delighted to have someone of such status interested in his work, It showed him that his hard work was paying off. \" Please, follow me?\" He then lead the way over to a few shelves which had several items on display, he gestured towards the collection of equipment that Kiervan needed and there he could see a few selections available along with a few bound paged books placed neatly on the lowest shelf. Lei picked one of the books out and flipped through the pages to show different models and items he had in stock in case he would be interested in purchasing some of them. \n\n\"I pulled together these ones you see here, I am interested in traveling you see.\" Lei chuckled softly, knowing he didn't have to explain much since a hand full of his inventions included different models of carriages, parts and other items which provided ease of travel and living while on the go. \n\nLei did glance towards the cat who was exploring the balcony, a little worried that he might bump into his own larger companions. \"Um... I don't think your cat should go upstairs. I have a wolf and a big cat that stay there.\" Lei said looking towards the balcony stairs and gesturing one of his peers to go stop the cat with some shy hand gestures. A well toned woman with tied back dark hair pursed her lips when she caught on to what Lei was saying and she nodded. She reached over towards the customer's cat and tried coaxing him to move down the stairs by sticking her hand through the stone railings and blocking the cat's path. Unfortunately the cat treaded past her hand and she looked back at Lei with a small grimace which the workshop owner returned with a small worried smile."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich.\nIgnis Grax\n\nThe sane grin could be seen on Czerich's face, but upon realizing this, he quickly composed himself. Pyotr moved away from the balcony, but remained focused on Giallo. The small felaine seemed annoyed at Giallo's prsence, and the hostile mauling he sent his way bordered on provaction.\n\n\"An artificer that deams of venturing to the world beyond... How unusual for us Azaryans isn't it?\" This time, Czerich faced Lei as he spoke. \"I believe it presents the welcome discovery of a great character, which at times arise in an age of darkness, to vindicate the honour of the human species.\"\n\nThere was a pause before Czerich spoke again.\n\n\"I think I'll go for a small spyglass. And a map. A map of the world: the biggest one you have. I just so happen to be travelling to the south as well. Both must be sturdy and reliable, I won't be using them for sailing.\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax\n\nGiallo noticed the cat's hostility, and picked up his chair... Which he then placed on the table. He clambered up onto the table and sat regally in the chair, his lofty position signifying his superiority over the feline. His expression did not change."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax \n\nLei was lost at the mention of an age of darkness. His expression curious as he tried to decode what this man meant to say. Was he referring to the politics of the kingdom? No that wouldn't make sense... Maybe the plague? Lei pushed the thoughts away when he heard the lad mention what he needed so he nodded at him with a friendly smile and moved to fetch the requested gadget he had in storage. Just before he was about to disappear into the back storage room in the far back end of the workshop he stepped back to see Giallo seating himself on top of a chair he propped up on the table outside. \n\n\"Wha?....\" Lei eyed him then the cat with a raised eyebrow before shrugging his shoulders and walking into the backroom to go fetch the spyglass."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\nIgnis Irax\n\nAs Linas dissapeared in the depths of the shop, Czerich's attention was drawn to Giallo. Pyotr was on the brink of attacking him.\n\n\"That's weird. He usually likes kids. Who are you, youg man?\"\n\nCzerich walked to under the woodem beam the cat was perched on, where he caugth the animal as it let itself fall over. That seemed to calm Pyotr, who immediately forgot about the raven haired kid.\n\nCzerich, however, kept asking questions. \"You are not from around here, are you? Your clothes are not that of a little blacksmith, and you don't seem like you're here to buy. What brings you here, if I may ask?\""
},
{
"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\nLei was humming a soft tune to himself as he looked through the shelves on the storage room, looking for that spy glass and a spare world map his new customer needed. Once he spotted it he smiled and pulled the small box out to check its contents. When he was certain that it was the right model he moved over to take one of his spare maps and walked towards the door of the storage room."
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\"My name's Giallo sir, and I've traveled here from Iron Gate to seek my fortune. Can I have some money?\"\nThe lad spoke in a dull monotone, his eyes focused on the cat. He'd never been fond of cats, for in his experience on the streets they'd steal his scraps and alert marks to his presence."
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"I'm afraid not,\" Replied Czerich. \"But I am in need of someone to help me carry luggage to the outskirts of the city. I will pay you if you're willing to earn it, kid.\"\n\nCzerich had inherited a contempt for mendiants from his father, but he respected those willing to earn their money trough hard work. This request was a test, if the kid proved willing to help, maybe he could be entrusted with more important affairs.\n\nFrom the corner of his eye, he could see the blacksmith coming back with the items."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\nLei returned with the items Czerich needed and showed them to him. \"Here they are. The map is free.\" He then walked over to a desk and picked up a pad of paper where he would have listed the items for purchase. \"The spy glass will be *Insert price here* If you wish to purchase it.\" The inventor smiled warmly.\n\nLei did find it concerning when he heard the boy asking for money but he spoke nothing of it for now. He wasn't the child's guardian so it didnt feel right to scold him right there in public. It seems that the gentleman had it covered anyway."
},
{
"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nGiallo nodded.\n\"I'll carry your luggage then, sir.\"\nHe hopped down from the table as Lei entered and looked intently at the spy glass as the man spoke. It was one of the fanciest things he'd ever seen. If Czerich could afford such an item, it'd undoubtedly be more worthwhile to follow him instead of Lei."
},
{
"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\nIgnis Grax\n\nCzerich examined the items, then took a coin purse from his tunic.\n\n\"The two gold ones are for you,\" He told the blacksmith. I cannot take the map for free on principle.\"\n\nHe then turned towards the kid, and handled him a big silver coin. Kiervan knew that his father was the richest man in Azarya, but the moment he left the coyntry, his ressources would become scarce. If there was a time to invest heavily on travelling equipment, it was now that he still had access to the Magnate's coffins.\n\"Don't worry young man, you won't be having to carry things too too long, but you will have to carry stuff very often. You see, I'm planning on leaving Azarya, and I happen to be in search of many things: transport, travel clothes, an interpreter who knows the common tongues of the east, and a bodyguard if possible. I could pay you if you happened to know any of those.\"\n\nThen, turning his head towards Linas, he said: \"The same goes for you Blacksmith.\""
},
{
"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei looked surprised when he was paid well for the map and was about to speak up about how the map was just a spare that he had but he pursed his lips when the other man began to speak again. When he heard that he needed a means of transport Lei smiled. \n\n\"I can provide transport. My carriages should do well. I plan to travel as well. Im supposed to be leaving today actually.\" He gestured towards a prepared carriage outside not too far from the stables in the garden. All it was missing now were the horses. \n\n\"I will be happy enough to carry you where you need me to.\""
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nHe accepted the coin reverently, surprised that he'd been paid before he'd even done anything. People outside of Iron Gate were either frivolously wealthy or as naive as babies. That being said, Giallo knew he'd be naive if he let an opportunity like this pass him by. \nEven better, this man would pay for a bodyguard. Giallo could use some of what his parents had taught him to make even more money, and it would be legal to boot. Although his face remained a blank slate, he felt a twinge of innocent hope.\nAll that was left was to apply for the job. He held out his open palm to Czerich.\n\"Give me another coin and I can show you a bodyguard.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"Deal,\" Said Czerich. And he gave him a copper coin.\n\n\"As for the transport, I'd be happy to take your carriage. Though I'm not sure about the horses. I prefer mules. All the more so since I already own one. We onld only need to purchase a second beast.\""
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\nLei smiled \"I've got that covered. I have two horses that love traveling as much as I do. I don't have any Mules but i can have your animal transported with us in an attached cart. \n\nHe smiled over at Giallo, happy he was able to find a way to earn some money. Looks like he already knew what he was doing so he didn't have to worry too much about looking after him."
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax\n\nGiallo took the coin and pocketed it separately from the other. He was a little disappointed that this one hadn't been silver too, but either way he was better off than before. He glanced back at Lei, replying to the smile with a slight cock of the head, before casting his vacant owl eyes back at Czerich.\n\"If you do not believe I can protect you, you can try to take your money back.\""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich\nIgnis Grax\n\nKiervan was dumbfounded.\n\"Wait, what..?\" Was all that he could muster to say. Then, fully realizing he had be fooled, he frowned and told the kid: \"You little...\"\n\nHe readied himself, as if looking to pounce on the kid. But it was a ruse. The real danger came from behind: Pyotr, the cat, had bolted with inaudible steps and now was leaping onto Giallo's coat. Strangely enough, the creature seemed to understand his master's concern with an unusal (almost too unusual) level of detail, as he desperately tried to wiggle his way into Giallo's pockets.\n\nOnce he left the kid to fend off the cat, he said to the blacksmith that he agreed to have his mule attached. Linas couldn't help to notice how Czerich's words were slower how he occasinally stuttered.\n\nAlmost as if his attention was elsewhere."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\nLei raised his eyebrows when he heard the boy challenge the grown man to what sounded like... A fight? How was this going to end. Seeing the older male ready to grab the child made the inventor grow tense where he stood. He himself was a skilled fighter thanks to his past ties but he was not proud of it and did not intend to earn money using violence but if it boiled down to protecting someone in the face of danger Linas could not turn a blind eye. He was about to stop the two from fighting but to his surprise the cat sprung into action instead. \"Wha?!\" Alarmed Lei stepped forward, worried the child might be injured by the feline's sharp claws but he stopped when he realized the cat was just trying to retrieve the coin in the boy's pocket. \n\nLei sighed softly and rubbed his neck in discomfort when he saw the small scuffle taking place and hoped no one was going to get hurt in the process. \nHe looked over at the other man as he approached him and offered him a small smile, clearly still weary of the commotion going on. He was happy the man agreed to his suggestion of transporting his mule."
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax\n\nThe boy reacted to Czerich's posture by lowering his chin, but otherwise didn't move until the cat leapt on him. Giallo was surprised, but he wasn't a hard headed adult who'd dismiss impossibility and thus be flatfooted when confronted by it, and it helped that he already wasn't fond of cats. He'd had more than enough of their tripe when he'd been forced to live on the city streets.\n\nHe'd resolutely reach around and try to sieze it by the scruff of its neck with his nearest hand to keep pinned firmly to his body, whilst applying his other hand to the task of neatly drawing his dirk, which he'd intend to level near the feline's body.\nHe seemed to have no fear of being clawed, and if a coin dropped loose he'd neatly step on it without missing a beat. Should this occur he'd talk to Czerich's back, saying, \"Sir, your cat is worth more than coins, isn't it?\""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"Argh!\" \n\nCzerich closed his eyes in pain as the cat was seized by Giallo, even though the whole fight was happening outside his field of vision.\n\nThe cat had an unusual sense of positionning and strategy. Instead of following his feline instincts and clawing at the boy, he pressed all four of his legs against Giallo's body and pryed himself away from his grasp using a contortionist spin.\n\nHe immediatly rat to safety, before turning to face Giallo again. He had failed to capture the coin.\n\nFrom the other side of shop, Czerich's complaint could be heard.\n\"You know what? You can keep it! I can carry stuff on my own...\" His voice was initially swelling with frustration, but then he seemed to realize something.\n\n\"Hey kid,\" Said the young scholar. \"Who are you?\""
},
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nThe dirk had already vanished back into its concealed sheath at the lad's left flank, almost by the time the cat had landed on the floor. Personally Giallo had always wanted a stiletto instead, but he'd never been able to afford one until now. His own feral instincts told him to run while the loot was free and easy, but this strange and rare emotion of gratitude left him feeling like such a thing wouldn't be at all satisfying.\n\n\"Giallo Strizzare. Since you've already paid me I'll do the work you've put me to if it's all the same, sir.\""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "\"A good name, but it's not what I asked,\" Said Czerich.\nHe looked annoyed at first, but then made a smug grin.\n\n\"Say, kid. You tell me who you _truly_ are, and I give you another copper. No, a silver.\"\n\nEven more, if Kiervan liked the answer, he was willing to shell out a gold one, but he kept that last detail to himself."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\nLei looked surprised when he heard Czerich yelp, his eyes glancing back to the cat who some how did not claw at the boy. Lei had many questions buzzing in his mind about these two new visitors but kept quiet to see what would happen next. The strange feline's actions were very intriguing and so was the young boy's confidence when it came to facing off against the man and his supposed feline companion."
},
{
"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nFinally emotion showed on the face of stoic Giallo, and it was perfect bewilderment. \n\"But sir... Giallo Strizzare *Is my real name*. I've never been given any other!\""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Ignis Grax\n\nUpon hearing those words, the sholar bursted in laughter.\n\n\"I guess that also answers my question,\" He said. \"You mentionned you were a bodyguard, but you're just a kid. What makes you confident that you will be up to the task?\"\n\nCzerich's current tone was one of curiosity and amusement. Giallo would need to convince him that his claim was more than just a childish reverie.\n\n\"I will be ready when you are,\" Czerich told the blacksmith. \"The kid and I will go look for my mule\"."
},
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei smiled and chuckled softly when he heard the boy's response. He sure was more adorable now than he was a few minutes ago. He was glad neither he or the cat were harmed. \n\nLei gave the other man a thumbs up and a cheery smile in response. \"Alright! I wont take long.\" \n\nAfter than Lei moved to the stables and gestured some of his comrades to come help him with the carriage attachments and the horses."
},
{
"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\"Pardon me for speaking the honest truth sir, but I've never been a bodyguard until now. Just a sneakthief who helped his sneakthief parents survive until they couldn't be helped anymore and were hanged. I can help you the same way and you'll never need to worry about being surprised by anyone.\""
},
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich.\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\n\"I plan to head south, to the swamps of the Merlosh. It's a land of fog and rumors, not opportunity. I may be a wealthy man in Azarya, but if wealth was the force were the driving force behind my life, I wouldn't be leaving my homeland.\n\nWhen I asked for a bodygyard, I was looking for a companion and a fighter, not a blade for hire. Knowing this, do you still want to follow us boy?\""
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"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nGiallo frowned slightly, still looking a little confused.\n\n\"Pardon me again for being honest, sir, but if you want a fighter and not a blade, you and your fighter will meet your ends at the end of a blade yourselves. Smarts is better than muscle, my father always said. It's what places man above animals.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich.\n\n_'Smarts is better than muscle'_. Heh. How fitting. It's the mantra Kiervan would recite his siblings during their academy days together. They were progidies, all three of them, and like all young prodigies they were prone to deal problems with brute force. Kiervan's tutorin had tempered that fiery spirit. Maybe they were both kindered spirits, the kid and him.\n\n\"You father was a wise man,\" He said.\n\n\n\nHe then turned to Linas, the blacksmith. \"The kid says he wants to come with us. Seems to be the ressourceful type. I don't think he will be a burden. He looks clever enough. We should take him.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei was walking back over to them dusting off his hands a little after he got the carriage completely set up. Hearing that the boy was tagging along caused Lei to smile and nodd. \"Sounds good to me. A trip is always more exciting with more friends around.\"\n\n\"I have already packed food and other necessities we might be needing for the trip. You mentioned you needed clothing right? There are quite a few well priced clothing shops around the block. I could take you there if you wish.\""
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nGiallo shrugged. \"A wise man who's dead.\"\nHe then turned and addressed Lei, saying, \"Can you show us where the smithy is too, sir?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Ignis Grax\n\n\"I may be in need of new clothing. More specifically, non Azaryan ones,\" Explained Czerich. \"But it's better to puchase the clothes locally. Besides, southern Taemar isn't very urbanized. We won't have too many people to worry about.\"\n\nAnd after hearing Giallo ask for the smithery, he added.\n\n\n\"I'm not a warrior, but I could use a weapon.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\n\"The smithy? Were standing in one.\" He smiled at the boy. \"Is there something specific you are looking for? I might be able to help.\" \n\nLinas then looked over at the other man and nodded \" I know a store owner who recently moved in. He has some unique looking clothing for sale in his shop. \" \n\nWhen he heard of the weapon he needed Lei smiled and gave him a small nod. \"We do make some weapons here too, although it's not my specialty, Kai here is a skilled blacksmith. She loves making different kinds of weapons. She can make any weapon that suits your taste.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Ignis Grax\n\nThe scholar smiled. \"Any weapon?\"\n\nKiervan was not a duellist, but he would need a tool to cut his way trough the continent's weeds, branches, and his own poorly cooked meat. That being said, the the continent remained as dangerous a place as ever and a weapon would still be necessary. This could be a chance to get both.\n\n\"I want a butcher knife, but make it pointy, and half the size of a cutlass.\n\nI'm willing to pay 10 gold for it, but I can raise it to 30 if the _Ignis Grax_ were to comply with these instructions:\"\n\nHe handled Lias a scroll which contained a list of rare minerals and specification, such as a \"0.24wt% C, 12.8wt% Cr\" Ratio for the ferrous alloy. The seal had the stamp of the West Azarya Czerich Trade Guild, meaning it had been stamped not by Kiervan, but by his father the Lord Magnate. The young scholar made no comment on he had aquired such document.\n\nKiervan Czerich, Ignis Grax\n\nThe scholar smiled. \"Any weapon?\"\n\nKiervan was not a duellist, but he would need a tool to cut his way trough the continent's weeds, branches, and his own poorly cooked meat. That being said, the the continent remained as dangerous a place as ever and a weapon would still be necessary. This could be a chance to get both.\n\n\"I want a butcher knife, but make it pointy, and half the size of a cutlass.\n\nI'm willing to pay 10 gold for it, but I can raise it to 30 if the _Ignis Grax_ were to comply with these instructions:\"\n\n He handled Lias a scroll which contained a list of rare minerals and specification, such as a \"0.24wt% C, 12.8wt% Cr\" Ratio for the ferrous alloy. The seal had the stamp of the West Azarya Czerich Trade Guild, meaning it had been stamped not by Kiervan, but by his father the Lord Magnate.\nThe young scholar made no comment on how he had aquired such a document."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax\n\nWhile Kiervan was busy thinking of what weapon he wished to have forged Lei looked towards the boy who explained what exactly he wished to have made. Lei's worries have inevitably come true when he heard the boy's request to have a stiletto made in payment of a bronze coin. \n\nLinas was clearly hesitant as he did not feel it was appropriate to craft such a dagger for a young boy. He did voice his concerns gently and Giallo insisted with a raise of his silver coin to try and convince the inventor. \n\nLei did notice that he was armed with a dagger of his own and guessed that he's already had some experience using it. With some thought Linas eventually sighed and gave in to the boy's requests although he could already feel himself regretting the decision. \n\nHe instructed the blade smith to work on the boy's order and the inventor accepted the boy's payment of a silver coin hesitantly. He gave the boy a weary smile and sighed softly, hoping that he knew how to wield the dagger properly. \n\nHe turned to Kiervan next when he was ready with what he had in mind. Lei and his partner blacksmith Kai listened carefully while Kai took down some notes to get the orders specifications correctly. \"That is a unique request.\" He looked over at his partner and she nodded with a confident smile. Lei smiled at her in return and nodded, fully trusting her knowledge and skill in weapon craftsmanship. \n\n\"Ok, we can get these specifications done.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Ignis Grax.\n\nThe blacksmith assured Kiervan that all the specifications. The Ignis lived to it's reputation. But were it's blacksmiths truly aware of what he was asking them to craft? Not that it mattered, even if they were to find, they were all still in Azarya.\n\nMore importantly, he was blowing his budget. The Magnate would be furious if he were to come back and ask for more. All the more reason to depart as soon as possible.\n\nOn his way to the carriage, he stopped midway and turned his head. One last glance to the shop.\n\n\"Can I ask for an inscription on the blade?\"\n\nKai, the blacksmith, answered with a firm nod. As for what would it be...\n\n\"Lantern,\" He Czerich. And he dissapeared amidst the light outside the door."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas \nIgnis Grax, Garden\n\nWith the weapons being planned out Lei went ahead and gathered the metal needed to cast the weapons. He headed to the secluded area of the shop home to special blast furnaces for high intensity heat and quick melting then ignited the furnaces with golden fire. The concentrated flames easily melted the metal in seconds thanks to the intense heat coming from the pyromancer's palms. \nWithin a few hours the weapons were entering their final stages thanks to the skilled work of the pyromancer and the blacksmith who worked along side him. \n\nNot long after the completion of the two weapons Lei was all set and ready. He finished hooking up his two beautiful horses to the carriage, both of them a gentle beige color with blonde hair. The mule was secured in a secured cart attached to the back of the carriage. The carriage was fitted with special mechanisms that would store energy and lessen the effort needed from the horses, allowing them to travel further distances with less strain on their bodies. Lei indeed was passionate about his studies and it was reflected in his inventions."
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"author": "crper",
"message": "Giallo Strizzare\nIgnis Grax, Azarya\n\nWhile the stout dirk had its uses, Giallo knew his little ten year old arms put him at a great disadvantage with it in many a scenario. A stiletto with its thin thrusting blade would allow him to make the most of what limited strength he had, concentrating it all upon a single point. Even an eighty pound boy could deeply penetrate mail or leather and the tissues beneath with a stiletto.\n\nHe'd be ready to leave on time with the others, standing outside and marveling at how pleasant the weather was."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Kiervan Czerich, Ignis Grax.\n\n\"All aboard then?\"\n\nCzerich had just finished attaching his mule to the cart. Both the kid and the blacksmith seemed ready to roll, so there was no more reason to wait.\n\n\"To the east!\" He said. And as Giallo leapt on the carriage, Lias ordered the horses to move along.\n_\n_\n_\n_\n_\n_\nContinues in:"
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Amaranth\n\nIn the capital city, Lei was preparing for a trip out into the wilderness. He felt like he needed some time to relax and clear his mind, so that is precisely what he planned to do. \n\nHe secured his survival equipment into the back of a small carriage which doubled as a cozy mobile shelter for his trip. Beside him was a large steel grey coated breton who nudged Lei's arm playfully. \n\nHe laughed and gave his steed a good pat on her neck. \"What are you doing Yosha? I am trying to pack for our trip.\""
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"author": "dadoc7170",
"message": "Teobald Bartelot | Amaranth \n\nTeobald glared at the carriage up ahead, not yet catching the sight of the engineer he had singed the contract with. He sighed, *Why exactly had he taken a mercenary job again?* The whole thrill, the spark, was dying out. A frown threatened to form on his face, but he forced the thoughts away; \n\"Extra coin has not hurt anyone.\" \nHe reminded himself with a chuckle as he approached the carriage, finally noticing his boss for the duration of their contract. \n\n\"Sir Linas, greetings. How are the preparations going so far?\" Teobald asked out loud as he approached Lei, placing his own bag onto a crate as he looked inside the carriage. The mercenary crossed his arms and glared at Lei and Yosha, nodding approvingly."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Amaranth\n\nLei looked over towards the voice that called his name. \nHe gave the knight a warm smile and waved at him cheerily. \n\"Good morning. I am just about ready to go.\" \n\nHe picked up a crate of provender for their trip and loaded it into the beautiful carriage. From the choice of clothing and equipment the young man wore, it was evident that he was quite wealthy. \n\nHe looked back at Teobald and smiled at him. \"Have you had something to eat?\""
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"author": "dadoc7170",
"message": "Teobald Bartelot | Amaranth \n\nToebald paused for a brief moment. That was unusual. Not the bad kind though , or at the very least, that was the impression he had gotten. \n\"Please to make your acuentaince, Lei. I am Teobald Bartelot, just Teobald is fine.\" \nHe answered, reaching out with his hand for a rapid handshake, before moving towards the front of the carriage along with Lei and Yosha. \n\n\"So we're simply adventuring. The North seems a little *Cold* For a mere pleasure trip, though.\" \nThe mercenary titled his head slightly, looking down at the wheels of the carriage, before jumping into their transport as well. With a *Thump* And a little clanking of metal, Teobald was inside the carriage. \n\nThe man shrugged, a smirk hidden behind his helmet. \n\"Not a fully fledged noble perhaps, but I can't say I am doing too bad for myself. Wouldn't have gotten this old without coin and skills to back it up.\"\n\"Wait. You haven't had the chance to try one of the greatest Azaryan experts? Oh dear gods.\" \nThe man laughed, placing a hand on Lei's shoulder. \n\"That is eventually getting fixed. You have promise.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Amaranth\n\nHe guided Yosha to start trotting through the snow, and the strong work horse did so with ease. The engineer did not have to do much as it seemed that Yosha knew her way through the town quite well. \n\n\"I know some of the warmer areas around.\" He smiled over at Teobald briefly.\n\"I do plan on visiting some warmer places in the future, as of now, I am simply a tad home sick.\" He shrugged lightly and looked towards a group of passing children laughing as they played on the streets. \n\n\"Sadly, no.\" He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. \n\"All I have tried was a sip of Mead when I was a teenager. I was not really a fan of it, so I stuck with nonalcoholic beverages. I am open to trying new things though. I suppose we could pass by a shop to purchase some refreshments and Liquor?\""
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"author": "dadoc7170",
"message": "Teobald Bartelot | Amaranth \n\n\"I've never got the opportunity to properly visit the Southern kingdoms.\" \nTeobald commented with a shrug, leaning back against the wood of the carriage. \n\n\"Fully agreed. It truly seems that there is no such a place as home.\"\nHe answered, a sense of longing slowly creeping into his voice briefly. The mercenary glanced at the kids. \n\"So peaceful, aren't they?\" \n\n\"Incredible. Scandalous even!\"\nTeobald laughed, as if the idea by itself was simply ridiculous to him. \n\"We certainly should, I have the feeling we might have a use for it, one way or another. Can't get such quality out in the wild.\""
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"message": "Lei Linas | Amaranth \n\nLei laughed and shook his head. \"Ohhh no, I havent been with anyone in that way really. I think I'm much too busy with work.\" \n\nLei smiled and shrugged lightly. \"Maybe in the distant future I can find someone? Hmm, I dont know, I believe thats up to the gods to decide, right?\" \n\nHe smiled up at him when he mentioned it was his first time meeting a schollar of his kind. \"Thats great! I can show you some of the things I have made if you wish. Maybe I can give you some things that will help you.\" \n\nHe picked up a bottle of flavored ale and read the label curiously. The colorful bottle caught the young engineers eye, leading him to believe it was sweet to the taste. \"This looks like it would taste like juice.\""
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"author": "dadoc7170",
"message": "Teobald Bartelot | Amaranth \n\n\"Fair, fair. The road can be surprisingly busy, huh? I understand.\"\nThe mercenary answered with a sharp nod. \n\n\"Indeed it is. All of it is up to the gods to decide. We are all in their hands.\" \nTeobald answered, glaring at the sky briefly before turning back towards Lei. \n\n\"Not certain how good of a student I will make, but I shall certainly listen.\"\nHe announced before glaring at the different alcohol stands briefly.\n\"Experiencing all that could not possibly bring any harm.\"\n\n\"Go ahead! The ale is on me.\" \nTeobald exclaimed, retrieving his own gold pouch. \n\"Take what you fancy and let's finally take on the road.'"
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Amaranth \n\nLei tilted his head at him slightly when he watched him look up at the sky so intently, as if he were meeting eye to eye with some of the gods. He just smiled slightly and turned his attention to gathering three bottles of assorted ale into a bag. \n\nLei then looked surprised when the knight offered to pay for the bottles.\n\"Woah? Are you certain? I am very happy to pay for them.\" \n\nHe reached for the pouch he had in his coat and gave it a shake to reveal he had more than enough coin to pay. \"I can take care of it.\" He smiled."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "In the streets of Northwind a cloaked figure walked the streets aimlessly, a large hound accompanying his side as the cold air strode past against him making his cloak wave against the wind. Leon always liked the cold, the heat just reminded him of his tropical home and as such he felt as if the heat was inescapable but the cold? The cold. It was utterly calming as he felt escape from it. Leon looks to his side to see that his dog was not there, only to hear the laughing of children a few feet away from him at his back. \"Gods damn it not again\" Leon muttered as he walked back towards Pinky on her back being petted by three children. With a sharp whistle Pinky then proceeds to get to her feet and refollow her master as Leon stalked ever on forward, Why was he even here? To find his patriarchal side's family? What would he even say to them? Hello there, im the bastard son of Admiral Baelon pleasure to meet you? Thinking of it made him chuckle slightly as he then proceeded to heave a sigh. \"That's never going to work\" He muttered as he thought that even now he was still searching for acceptance he never got from anyone."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The streets of Iron Gate or the high mountains of the surrounding countryside. In either location, Amaryllis was perfectly comfortable and at home. It made sense though, really, as she spent about half of the year, winter, in the city, and the other half, summer, in the mountains above with her flocks. She had brought her flocks down just recently and was settled in for the winter with them, having sold off some of the stock to make it through the winter and because demand always rose when people had to face the harsh realities of a Northwind winter. \nShe was at home in the cold too. In fact, she'd never felt a temperature above 60 in her entire life, and given that Northwind was so far north, even summers were short and generally cloudy. Seldom had she felt the full kiss of the sun, and it showed in her pale skin and pale face, save for the bright rosy cheeks that came from the touch of Old Man Winter. \nHer gloves were thick wool, woven from that of her own sheep, and a matching hat, scarf, and jacket kept her warm as she scurried along through the streets towards the barn where her flock was kept for the winter, on the outskirts of town. \nShe was so preoccupied with her own thoughts, however, that she didn't immediately notice the cloaked figure nearby, nor the huge white dog that looked like a giant snowdrift itself."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Leon sat at the streetside, illuminated by the torches that the people illuminated- captivated by the thoughts of his past and the acceptance he so desperately craves only for Pinky to put her head onto his right lap, as she did so he remembers the memory of his brother teaching him how to shoot a bow- he was never really good at it, *\"Breathe in and out, aim with your mind and not with your eyes\"* Said his elder brother as he shot a hurried arrow hurriedly. \"Crap\" Leon bellowed as his shot went wide against a stationary target that was only 20 yards away. His older brother let out a hearty laugh- he was 6 years older than him, thinner yet more muscular as his hair flowed with the wind and his emerald green eyes shone in the sun, oh how he missed those days. He then snaps at himself, only to find Pinky gone. The lumbering dog then goes on towards the shepherdess mistaking her small stature as her being a child, it then goes towards her circling and blocking the path, and then proceeding to reach towards her figure only for its paws to lighlty tap her upper body. It seems as if Leon has not hunted for awhile and the dog had pent up energy- \"Oh for heaven's sake not again\" Bellowed Leon."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "During the winter months, safely in the heart of Iron Gate, Amaryllis let her guard down. Here, she was no longer on the lookout for predators that might be after her flock, so she allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts and relax considerably more. It was for this reason that she didn't notice Pinky as the great white dog loped towards her. Well, that was until the dog was right in front of her. Amaryllis only had time for a brief, faint squeak of fear before the dog's paws tapped against her, though she felt foolish just a second later for being afraid of the dog. Clearly, this dog was just looking for a friend! She blushed a little then and hesitantly reached down to pet the pup, glancing around for its owner. She might feel a little sheepish for being afraid of the dog, but admittedly, the dog was huge and was easily taller than Amaryllis' hip! At Leon's exclamation, Amaryllis' eyes finally located the owner, and she smiled at him as she said, \"I take it this is your dog? Well, if you can call it that. It's more like a huge white bear!\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Leon just nods and takes out a small collar from within a pouch in his back and places it around Pinky's neck. \"Yes, i apologize for her behavior we haven't hunted for awhile, the razorbacks have been hard game and recently demand has been at a low,\" He then peers towards the small woman- it was hard to believe that she wasn't a dwarf with her stature even Leon thought that she was a mere child, \"Oh im sorry for getting ahead of myself the name's Leon Mam\" He then proceeded to remove his hood a sign of respect so that the girl may see his face, it would be rude not to present one's self properly. Leon's ears were a dead give away that he was an elf that combined with the fact that he had long silver hair and blue green eyes, it was clear that he was cold but he did not seem to mind, \"Forgive me the cold is not this harsh in my homeland- not even during the winter\" He said as his silver locks blew against the wind."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Pinky snuffled a bit at Amaryllis' mitted hands and gave them a brief lick, which she couldn't help but smile at. With the reassurance of the owner and the dog's collar, along with how friendly it behaved, she found that she could relax and appreciate the magnificence of a creature such as this. She continued to give the dog warm, loving pats as it leaned against her, though she did turn her attention to Leon as he introduced himself. As his hood came down, she couldn't help but stare at him. Namely his ears. She'd heard of elves in rumors and stories before, but had never actually met one and had genuinely believed that perhaps they didn't even exist. Until now. Despite her best attempt to have good manners, she couldn't help but stare openly for several moments as her brain attempted to register this anomaly in her world, and it made her falter before she finally managed to hold out her hand and stammer, \"P-pleasure to meet you, Leon. I'm Amaryllis.\" Still staring a little, she did manage to put on a warm and what she hoped was a welcoming smile as well, while also hoping that the poor elf hadn't realized she was staring at him. It was a bit hard to hide though... \"Where are you from, if I might ask?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "As she held out her hand Leon paused, only to remember that it was a custom in this land to shake the hands of people, a sign of courtesy. There had always been times he was lectured about courteousness, he decided to extend his own hand to meet hers, whilst Pinky circled her and rubbed her head against her skirt as if she was asking more pats, \"You can say im from an island far east called Sinas\" He said as he firmly shook her hand.\nA land from beyond the sea? So far east it's actually west?. He did not know how to explain it to her as it wasn't common for strangers to be this nice to him, those with sharp eyes and even sharper intellect would discern in seconds whether he was a pure elf or not, but these were few of the times that he was thankful to be regarded as an elf and not a half breed mutt. \"May i have the pleasure of knowing what city you are from miss? Or are you a local of this cold land?\" Leon then proceeded to pull on Pinky's leash as he saw that the hound was beginning to circle her, \"Alright that's enough\" He said as Pinky then walked up to his side."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "It was a good thing that Leon stopped Pinky from circling around her again, or else the leash would have wrapped up around Amaryllis' legs and likely would have sent her sprawling back into the middle of a snowdrift. She smiled warmly at both dog and owner, replying, \"I'm a local! Born and bred right here in Iron Gate, though I spend part of the year in the hills with my flocks.\" She liked to think of herself as a friendly person, welcoming f strangers and the like. Admittedly, she was only here in the winter for the most part, when there weren't many strangers at all, which was part of the reason for the staring. She didn't get to see people that weren't your average Iron Gate resident very often. \n\"An island...\" She mused after a brief pause, clearly toying with the idea a bit. What would such a place be like? Warm and sunny, she imagined. An island paradise. Fruits year round, maybe? She grew tired of the bland winter diet here sometimes.\nAlas, she knew she'd never leave this place. It wasn't meant to be, really. She snapped herself from her musings as she noticed that Leon wasn't wearing any gloves and had removed his hat, which she quickly admonished him for, fussing, \"Put your hat back on! You'll catch your death out here if you're not bundled up. And you need gloves too! Don't you have any?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Leon looked back onto his rough hands and was agreed, \"I like the cold, heat is inescapable the absence of it is calming\" He said lightly before Pinky sat down to his right side, \"Island Paradise? Well, i guess you could say that much like the way that your homeland is a good home for sheep and othe beasts of the land, the tropical heat is exhausting.\" He then puts his hood back on, surprised at her sudden assertiveness. He then smiles at her naivete towards a foreign land and how humans have tried to reach it for years. *Oh how i wish i could take you there, i don't think you'd like the people though\" He said as he finished putting his hood back on to shelter himself from the cold. \"Im afraid i don't have any gloves however, im not exactly well adapted for this climate\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Briefly, Amaryllis wondered why she wouldn't like the people there. Admittedly, there were few people in this world that she didn't like, and for the most part, she was friendly with everyone. Still, she decided not to ask further. Certainly, there were perks of both climates, and it was probably better if people just stayed where they were born and didn't try to roam too far. That was, after all, the natural order of things. She'd never be anything more than a shepherdess and she'd never leave Iron Gate, just as most from other places never changed occupations or left their homes. \nWhen he said he didn't have any gloves though, she immediately took compassion on him. She didn't like to see things suffer, and if things got any colder, Leon would definitely be suffering. Northwind could certainly be brutal in the winter, even here in the city. She glanced towards the barn once more, then directed her gaze to Leon once again as she said warmly, \"Come with me, if you'd like. I'll get you some warmer clothes and such.\"\nShe still needed to go do her chores and tend to the sheep and goats, but they could wait for at least a few more minutes while she helped a stranger. Besides, it was always good to have sentient company that she could actually carry out a conversation with. Sheep and goats weren't much for talking, and the rest of the city generally didn't pay the young woman any mind. She was, after all, just a shepherdess, and the scent of lanolin clung to her flesh and her hair and her clothes. No one would ever see her as anything more, and most people avoided her because of the smell and the stigma associated with her occupation. She'd have been more popular if she were a whore, especially in the long winter months, when cabin fever bred all sorts of vices..."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Leon looked at pinky as her tongue was out- The Hound had clearly grew fond of Amaryllis and it was clear what Leon asked the dog, \"So Pinky, what's it going to be?\" Pink responded with a blink as she stood up and began to circle Amaryllis again, nearly tying her only for Leon to tightly grab onto the leash again- as the hound was large and it would only take little force to overpower her he then pulled her back as he looked at Amaryllis again, \"Looks like that's a yes\" He said as he gently patted Pinky's head. \"Lead the way please\" He gestures for her as he then invites her to take Pinky's leash. \"Don't worry she's gotten to know you im sure she wont mind\" He said as he invitingly handed out the leash. He liked the simplicity of this city- it's directness no political maneuvering no bloodlines were important, the only two things that mattered were whether a man could do something or couldn't he breathed in the cold air- \"If it were up to me, i'd say Northwind's simple grace is in it's coldness you never really get to appreciate things like these till they're gone\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis was rather delighted when Leon handed her Pinky's leash, and of course, she happily took it and gave the dog a warm and loving pat. Despite her monstrous size, the dog was such a sweetheart and had already won Amaryllis over. Perhaps Amaryllis could find some food scraps for the pup... Smiling a bit at the thought, she turned and started off in the direction of her home. She had plenty of warm clothes there, and she was sure she had some gloves that would fit Leon, and perhaps some other warm clothing, if he wanted them.\nShe nodded in agreement with his statement, then replied, \"There's definitely a certain respect and appreciation that you get for little things like warmth and food. Summer is a blessing, for the brief time it's here, and the long winters make you appreciate it all the more. In the winter, it's like everyone hibernates, almost.\" She motioned down the street, indicating the sparsity of people and the soft, warm glow coming from most of the buildings. There were a few children playing in the snow and some adults bustling from place to place, but for the largest city in Northwind, there were relatively few people out. \n\"What brought you here?\" She asked, just as they arrived at the door to her home.\n\nIt was a short, squat structure with a steep roof, which of course was meant to keep the snow from sticking to it so that it wouldn't collapse in Northwind's harsh winter snows. There was one window and a solid, but roughly hewn, oak door, and the roof and insulation of the house were both provided by thick sod that she had cut from the hills herself. It looked like most of the other structures in this area of town, which was inhabited by many of the day laborers of Iron Gate.\nShe opened the door and stepped inside, beckoning for Leon to come in as well. Pinky, of course, seemed more than happy to trot inside into the warmth of the sparsely furnished home, and the dog's nose lifted as she sniffed the air. Over the fireplace was a battered cast iron cauldron with stew on to cook, and the dog seemed quite appreciative of the rich, savory scent filling the air."
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"message": "*What brought you here?* The words seemed to wring on his mind, what was he going to answer , he heaved a unnoticeable sigh before answering, \"Game, the land is cold and teems with beasts ready to be hunted for sport.\" He says before looking at the frozen lands that laid around him. As he entered the home he felt oddly comfortable and for once it felt as if the heat was calming, Pinky then turns her gaze towards her eyes and tilts her head to the side as if to say, \"Nice place you have here\". Leon then cough soundly, \"Well enough about me tell me about the Iron gate Amaryllis? Don't tell me you live here by yourself\" He said as he inspected the woodwork of the oak door, he was used to the simplicity of human cities unlike the lavish houses that towered over simpler homes like these he would take this place any day over his own family's lavish mansion made of intrically sculpted polished granite accompanied by pallisades that were patrolled by guards. \"It's a very comfortable living space\" He said as he sat down near a chair."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis nodded and accepted his answer. Northwind was pretty wild countryside, and she had seen first hand the many beasts of the hills ,most of which she had had to defend her flocks from at one point or another. A hunter! She hadn't taken Leon as someone with such an occupation, but then again, most people didn't think that a lone woman could manage herds of sheep, yet she managed just fine all by herself. She smiled down at Pinky and gave her a quick pat before letting her leash go and moving to the trunk at the foot of her bed. The house only had one room, which made heating easy, but also rather reduced privacy. There was a fireplace and a small kitchen, then her bed in one corner, with a small table in the center of the room and then a small living area near the fire. Everything was small and rather coarse, but it fit her, both in size and in what she did for a living. \n\"Oh!\" She replied. \"No, I live here all alone! Just me, really, since...\" She stopped, shook her head, then lamely said, \"Northwind is a harsh place. Only the strongest live for very long... But Iron Gate is a decent enough city. I mean, I don't know much else to compare it to, but we're growing, slowly. Trade is good, and I make a good living from my flocks because of it.\"\nShe rummaged through the trunk, eventually retrieving a pair of dark blue mittens, along with a scarf and a thick coat. \"These should fit you!\" She said brightly. \"They'll keep you warmer, at least.\""
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"message": "Although it wasn't that cold inside the elf still smiled at the woman's generosity,\"Thank you\" He bellowed as he put the thick coat over his own orange cloak, Leon then smiled at the thought of using these blue mittens whilst he was out hunting his query. \"You live here all by yourself?, how about your parents-that is if you don't mind me asking?\" He inquired whilst putting on the mittens. Pinky then naturally returned to Leon's side and laid down on the ground as Leon pat her head. \"Tell me how many sheep do you have? It must be back breaking work to manage all of them if you have no one else to help you, It's almost winter an naturally by this time starving packs of wolves or whatever animal you have out there in the wild come down from the mountains for it is too cold and proceed to raid livestock.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis hesitated, then replied, \"Yes, I live here all by myself. My family's been gone for a little over a year now... The plague tore through Iron Gate and they were lost; I just happened to get lucky and pull through.\" She smiled sadly and turned away, amending, \"Though I don't know that I'd call it luck exactly.\" She went to the fireplace and used the poker to get the flames to roar back to life, filling the room with a soft crackle from the fire as she continued, \"73 sheep and 14 goats, currently. We come down from the hills in the winter just for that reason, and this close to the city, we don't generally have any issues with wolves or anything getting after them. Occasionally, but rarely.\" She stirred the cauldron with a large spoon, sniffing the rich stew before deciding that it was just about ready."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"The plague, right im sorry for your loss\" He said apologetically before looking out the window to see the beautiful frozen land that laid outwards, \"So you also have a home up on the hills?, i guess that makes sense\" He said before standing back up and taking Pinky's leash . \"Thank you for the mittens and the coat, ill make it up to you somehow, im staying in an inn near town- and i think that it would be horrid of me to eat your food, it's winter after all and no man eats for free\" He said in a stern yet polite tone.\" I promise that ill visit some other time\" He said before then proceeding to leave through the wooden door and remarking in his thoughts how the shepherd girl's kindness was something uncommon in his homeland. *I'll make it up to you someday miss* He thought before leaving out in the snow."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Several weeks passed, during which time winter truly set in. What had begun as a faint dusting of snow now became thick, heaping drifts, burying the land in a impenetrable shroud. Now was when it was most dangerous. Now was when the cold snuck in to claim the weak and infirm, like a pack of wolves circling a herd of elk. Now was when hunger would slowly sap away life. The city ground to a halt and people were rarely seen outside, turning to hibernation to survive, much like the great white bears of the northernmost regions. \nAmaryllis herself generally avoided going outside, but as a shepherdess, her flocks required her to venture out twice per day to care for them, though sometimes more. Inside the warm barn, she'd count her flock and assure everyone's well-being, feed them, provide them with fresh water, and clean out the pens they were housed in.\nThe nights were grew long and the days grew shorter. Today was no different as Amaryllis plowed through snowdrifts through the streets to the barn, enveloped in her thickest winter clothing. Thick gloves kept frostbite at bay as she held her lantern high and out from her body, where the meager flame did its best to ward off the stiff wind and looming darkness. Despite the thick winter clothes encasing Amaryllis' body, she continued to shiver, and the bite in the air warned her that yet another blizzard was on its way.\nShe arrived at the barn just in time, for snow began to fall hard and fast in thick flakes, driven by the harsh winter wind in such a way that it was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. The flame flickered dangerously. Much later and Amaryllis could have been easily lost in the storm, here on the outskirts of the city.\nQuickly, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her, locking it firmly into place so that the wind wouldn't blow it open."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She could feel the powdery snow that clung to her feathers dampen her as she soared through the sky, making it difficult to to stay a certain height above ground. Cecilia didn't enjoy the blanket of snow that covered most of the land, which made it difficult when it came to landing as she would have to do her best to find parts of the ground that were only dusting. If she chose the wrong place to rest, her body would instantly be submerged in snow and even though it wouldn't kill her, it would be a pain to escape without passing out from hypothermia. \nIn her peripheral vision, Cecilia noticed a large structure that held a barn like appearance. Twisting her body around, the wind flow that once was guiding her and kept her gliding through the air was now battling against her. Her strength was decreasing as she fought against the harsh winter. Reaching the large closed doors that reached the barn, Cecilia landed against the thick snow which began drown her whole body into the slush. As an immediate reaction, the shifter's body began to reform until she stood naked with snow sticking to parts of her body in her human form. As she placed her hands on the wooden doors, ready to open them, her stomach cried out in hunger as she could smell and hear the animals that were begging to be eaten. Well that's what her mind told her. \nAs she attempted to open the doors, she noticed that someone had locked it as it did not budge. Her jaws tightened as she looked to the door before placing her hands that shook freely from the cold and used all the strength she had left to bust the lock which opened the doors. The scent of a human invaded her senses the moment she stepped inside causing a low growl to erupt from her throat. \nShe had the best of luck with these things."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The wind howled outside, louder than any pack of wolves; it was for that reason that Amaryllis never heard the lock break. Tonight would be brutal, mused Amaryllis as she went about her work. Tonight, she wouldn't risk leaving the barn to return home, so she would spent the night here among the animals. She was prepared for such a thing, however, having stored a number of blankets here in the barn, as well as some supplies that wouldn't be harmed much by rodent activity. And on top of that, the animals produced enough warmth that she could likely stay comfortable if she laid among them. It wouldn't be the first time that she had slept amongst her animals.\nShe did notice a slight draft upon the creature's entrance, but was distracted by her work and the uneasy shifting amongst her flock. \"Shhhh,\" She crooned to her the frightened sheep, who were aware of the inhuman creature amongst them. It was as if they could sense the danger and the predator amongst them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Or rather, a wolf in human skin.\n\n*Amaryllis had spent too much time amongst them to be oblivious to unease in her herd, but she had little fear of predators here in the barn. It was safe and warm, or at least she thought so. At most, it might be a weasel, she figured, but they were probably just spooked by the storm outside and the howling wind. She shuddered a bit herself as the wind whistled, bringing to mind many nights in the hills when the wolves would howl and she'd have to keep fires stoked and burning brightly to ward off the beasts. \n\"It's just the wind,\" She murmured, attempting to soothe the frightened animals, as well as herself. One's mind could easily play tricks on cold winter nights such as this. \nShe took up the pitch fork and began shoveling hay into the mangers, her back to the door and the creature that had just entered the snug barn."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She eyed the oblivious female in front of her, listening to the calming whispers she sent to the animals. It was as if she was trying to be naive to what was happening behind her, surely she couldn't have been that clueless. Then again, she was human. Her gaze focused on the animals she spoke to in a gentle tone, taking note of which one she should go for first. She knew she wasn't going to kill the human because the two of them were going to be stuck in this barn for a while as it was too dangerous to go outside with the storm growing heavier every passing minute. For certain, they were going to be snowed in and Cecilia would need company if she was to stay sane. \nLeaving the doors open behind her, the shifter ran to one of the hay stacks that were a fair distance from the entrance considering she had to be careful not to slip on the snow that she brought inside with her. \nCecilia pulled her body behind the haystacks so she was now out of the Human's line of vision. Knowing she would have a few minutes to herself, she brought her fingers along her scalp while pressing tightly against her hair so she could wring her hair of the water left in the snow's place. Luckily she didn't have clothes that clung to her body so she didn't have to worry about wasting time pulling them off, instead she could shift immediately into her wolf form. \nCecilia had grown used to the pain of shifting so she was able to do so effortlessly without a sound escaping her lips. Her bones dislocated from their original placement before breaking and rearranging themselves to form a new bone structure while her coat that was the same colour as the snow protruded from her skin, covering her whole body. The whole shift in general was fairly quick as the older she got, the faster and less painful it became."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The young woman could sense more unease in the animals, though she wasn't sure what was going on exactly. Still, she knew something had to be in here. It wasn't just the storm, and as much as she wanted to deny that, the animals didn't lie. She'd seen them act this skittish many times in the hills, and that was only when something big was nearby, like a wolf or a bear. Yet, wolves wouldn't come down into the city, would they? It was too early in the winter for that, and there were sentries all around on the lookout for invaders and beasts like that. \nShe gripped the pitchfork tighter in her hands, her knuckles going white as she slowly turned to face whatever it was. It had to be behind her, based on where the animals were looking, their large eyes wider than usual and lolling in their heads as they shifted nervously. A young lamb bleated for its mother, having been separated by the jostling of the herd. Amaryllis knew it would be an easy target, so she shifted a bit more in front of it and stood there, her eyes sharp as she used one hand to reach out and hold the lantern aloft, casting light into the gloomy corners of the barn.\nShe now saw that the barn door was open. She was sure that she had locked it. After all, no one would leave the door open with a blizzard roaring outside. Already, snow had begun to drift in, and Amaryllis knew she would have to shut it before the snow heaped up so high the doors could never be closed. Yet, the fact that the door had been unlocked and opened told her that someone-rather than something- was in here. \n\"Whoever you are, come out,\" She said in a commanding voice. \"I know you're in here!\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Because her body and hair had been drenched, her fur had clung onto her skin due to the moisture from the snow. Starting with her head and then throughout her body, she shook the water from her fur until she was satisfied while not once worried about rushing herself as she was the predator in this barn. Using the shadows to her advantage, Cecilia lowered her body into a crouch as she swiftly moved through the barn, hiding her body behind whatever she could find. This didn't seem to be too difficult of a task as she easily made it to the opposite side of the flock to the human. \nHer eyes shun with amusement as she eyed out which animal she was about to maul. Picking one with the shortest wool, Cecilia ran straight towards it without another thought and went straight in for the kill. Her canines buried into the Sheep's neck as a satisfying crunch broke the animal's scream for help. She wasn't interested in playing with the animals as she was with the human so she kept a hold of the sheep's neck before dashing off into the dark parts of the barn. Dropping the animal to the ground, Cecilia placed one of her front paws onto the neck and her other one on top of it so she could grab the wool with her teeth and tear it off the Sheep's flesh. This way, she would be able to get to the meat while she kept her ears perked and alert for when the human gets close."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The animals panicked as Cecilia rushed in in wolf form, sending the sheep scattering as they dashed to the other side of the pen and bunched up in the corner, bleating and shifting uneasily as they gazed in the direction of the wolf. Amaryllis felt rather sick and queasy as she heard that distinct and unforgettable sound. The cry of pure terror suddenly cut off by the sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh. This was one thing she never got over, no matter how long she worked with them. It was always so hard to lose any of them. \nShe did get a glimpse of the creature she was dealing with, however. The thick rough fur, albeit a different color from the wolves she was used to dealing with, and the long tail were unmistakable. She was dealing with a wolf in her barn. She bit her lip and hesitated, debating whether she should chase after the creature or simply try to stay near what remained of her flock to protect them. Finally, however, she determined that this wolf had to be taken care of and would probably flee if she went after it. So, with that in mind, she grabbed a nearby torch and held the pitchfork aloft, holding it like a trident of sorts, ready to launch it at the beast as soon as she was close enough.\nUsing the frightened gaze of her flock as her compass, she was able to pinpoint where the beast was. Quickly, she headed in that direction,, moving as quietly as she could. Soon, the acrid, coppery scent of blood filled her nasal passages,telling her that she was close to the wolf and her slaughtered sheep."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia didn't realise how hungry she was as she tore effortlessly into the sheep and devoured its flesh like her life depended on it. She didn't leave anything to waste besides the wool and the bones. It wasn't long until she finished and she could sense the human behind her. Raising her head from the carcass, she stood up to her full height of four feet and turned her head towards the human. \nCecilia's icy blue irises gazed sharply in the human's direction, looking her straight in the eyes before dashing back towards the herd with a sprint before the human had a chance to react. The sheep were not slow ok breaking apart and running for their lives though it didn't matter as Cecilia easily outran them before pouncing on top of one in the open. She didn't hesitate in ripping the sheep open effortlessly so she could tear into its flesh and feed herself."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Fury seized Amaryllis as she watched yet another of her sheep be slaughtered by the awful beast. This time, it was a young lamb, just a few months old, and Amaryllis was greatly pained by the sight as the little creature bleated, then screamed before its cry was cut short. Mentally, Amaryllis berated herself. She must have forgotten to lock the door; that was the only explanation for how the wolf got in here. How could she have been so careless? \nFilled with rage and a determined desire to kill this beast, she threw the pitchfork at the wolf. It landed so close, yet still missed. The tines stuck deep into the dirt floor and hay, but without a second thought, Amaryllis rushed forward and shouted at the beast, lunging for the pitchfork again so that she could defend herself and brandishing the torch at the awful creature."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The large wolf could smell the anger radiating off the human and mentally chuckled. If gave her a feeling of empowerment as the girl could do nothing to help her poor flock. It was the exact same feeling she had when the humans had murdered her village. Turning to face the human, Cecilia tilted her head as she watched the pitch fork thrown towards her and almost choked out laughing. She really was weak. \nShe sat there in amusement while the human lunges for the pitchfork, not worried about what would happen if she got a hold of it considering it wasn't silver. What she didn't expect was a torch being thrown at her. Her eyes widened and without a second thought, Cecilia bolted from where she had been standing. Reaching towards the entranced, she threw herself into a roll against the floor that had been covered in water I case any part of her had been touched by the flame as an instinct. She had seen how quickly fire spread on a shifter's coat or skin."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis' eyes widened in surprise when the wolf fled and seemed so frightened by the torch. Although the pitchfork and Amaryllis' rushing advances weren't enough to get rid of the beast, fire seemed to do the trick. This time, however, she wouldn't try to take the offensive. Rather, she would guard her flock and eventually the wolf would give up, she hoped. When the storm stopped, someone would eventually come looking for her, if the wolf hadn't left by then. As long as the flame didn't go out, they would be okay.\nWith that thought in mind, she pushed the sheep and herded them until they were bunched into a corner of the pen, shielded on one side by the wall and on another by a stack of haybales. She quickly moved the bales into place along the third side, then moved to cover the fourth and final side, sitting like a sentry with the torch and pitchfork, one in each hand. This way, there was only one way for the wolf to get into her flock again."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her eyes didn't leave the human as she laid in a water puddle, annoyed as she could easily make sense of what she was doing. Fortunately for Cecilia, she had already eaten one of the sheeps and she still had one lamb that she had left in the middle of the barn. The wolf pushed herself off the floor and casually strolled to where the lamb's corpse laid, far from the human and her torch. \nIt more boredom out of anything as to why this was happening. It was like her mind was twisted enough into thinking what she was doing was all fun and games seeing how she was only harming the sheep. Weren't they being cared for to be eaten in the end? She just plucked a couple from the flock a little before their time.\nLaying down next to the lamb, Cecilia looked towards the girl as she lowered her muzzle towards the lamb's stomach and began tearing into its flesh. Her eyes never left her as she ate tauntingly in front of her."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis grimaced as she watched the wolf lay down and start to tear into the fluffy little lamb. Her stomach lurched at the sound of tearing flesh and sinew, and the squelching sound as the wolf devoured the poor little creature. The sheep behind her bleated pitifully and shifted constantly, clearly on-edge still and frightened, but the coppery stench of blood was so strong in the barn and death hung over everything like black crepe after a funeral. \nShe wanted to go after the wolf, and her body shook with rage as she glared at the creature who was devouring the poor little lamb. But doing so would leave her flock vulnerable again, and that was a mistake she had already made once and didn't care to repeat. So despite her anger, she stayed in place and did not leave her post. She gripped the pitchfork and the torch tightly, ready to roast the awful beast if it came near them again. Granted, she also had to be careful. They were, after all, in an old barn filled with hay, and the whole thing could very easily go up in smoke. \nIt seemed like the wolf was defying her as it laid there and ate. The large eyes never left her, and there was a certain malice there that sent shivers down her spine."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She loved the glare that came from the human as it was a sign she had gotten to her. It didn't take long for her to eat the lamb as she decided what to do next. She had to find a way to blow the torch out. He head turned towards the entrance of the barn and studied the handles on the door. She had already damaged the lock so a good push was all that was needed to blow them open. \nMaking her way to the large set of wooden doors, the large wolf sprinted towards them as soon as she got close enough in an attempt to open them with her body weight considering the wooden materials the doors were made of had aged. \nThe sound of her body clashing against the wood echoed through the barn whilst Cecilia stumbled back in a daze. Could the snow already have reached the point where they had been snowed in?"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis watched as the wolf rammed into the door. She wasn't sure whether to think that the beast was now attempting to escape and simply didn't know how, now that the doors were closed, or whether the beast was more intelligent than she thought. A little part of her thought that it looked like the wolf was doing this on purpose, as if it knew the doors could be opened this way. \nExcept they didn't.\nThis was another thing Amaryllis was unsure of. Should she be happy that the wolf was trapped here? Or afraid? If the torch went out, she and the sheep were likely toast. Or rather, dinner. She bit her lower lip hard and moved the lantern closer to her, concentrating the light and the fire in her area, hoping to ward off the wolf. \nThe doors didn't budge, thanks to the blizzard outside, which had drifted the snow high against the doors in such a way that there was no chance of either Amaryllis or the wolf escaping anytime soon. Like it or not, they were trapped in here until the storm blew over and someone dug them out. Amaryllis had food enough to be fine, though granted, Cecilia would too, if she could get past Amaryllis again."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia continued to ram into the door hoping her strength was enough to open the doors. Instead, cracks began to form in the wood as a result of the constant hits. It was too difficult for her to open, she was too small and needed more weight on her if she wanted any chance. Taking a couple steps back from the doors, Cecilia focused on the image of her horse form. The more she thought of it's appearance, the more her body would restructure her skeletal appearance followed by the growth in muscle and fat. It wasn't long until she stood about six feet tall, her skin covered in a glossy black coat that would have made it impossible for her to be seen in the dark. \nShe didn't take a second to take a breath as she reared up against the large doors. Raising her two hind legs off against the floor, Cecilia bucked them with as much strength possible causing prices of wood to fly off."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis gawked as she watched Cecilia morph before her very eyes. Her mouth was agape and her eyes wide, and she was so stunned that she stopped breathing for a bit and just stood there, dumbfounded. Not a sound came from her, even as she watched the doors splinter and crack under the weight of the huge muscular wolf-turned-horse, eventually giving way completely and bursting open, letting all the cold and snow come pouring in and allowing Cecilia to get out. \nShe had heard of shifters before and the havoc they brought with them, but she had never dreamed that she'd see it firsthand one dy. She was beyond stunned, and just stood there and watched in awe and horror. She had no idea how she was going to get through the remainder of the storwhen the barn would be freezing without a door, but at the same time, it was incredible to see a shifter in person. No wonder they were hunted and killed. They certainly weren't human! But at the same time... There was something magnificent about it all."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She closed her eyes as snow hit her face with a fierce force causing her to step back a few steps and shake her head, snapping herself out of her temporary daze. Ok maybe that hadn't been such a smart idea as the storm was continuing to grow rougher. Surely one good outcome came out of all her dumb ass ideas, sometimes she didn't think things through. Looking towards the human who was gawking at her in awe, she eyed the torch she was holding and was more than delighted to see that it had been blown out. \nHer ears stood forward with a minute of happiness before stepping away from the wooden doors. Luckily they were thick enough to hold steadily so the barn wouldn't flood in snow but the doors did nothing to keep the wind or cold out. \nNow that the torch was out, the sheep were easy game. Cecilia had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she once again began to shift into her wolf form. Even though she didn't show it, Cecilia was starting to grow tired from the repetitive shifting after having such a tough flight here."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis' awe quickly turned to pure horror as she watched the shifter turn from horse to wolf once more. There was only one thing that was eant to happen here. The shifter meant to attack her herd again and, most likely, she herself as well. But then, why should she be surprised? Shifters were known to be ruthless and blood-thirsty. That's why humans sought to annihilate them. \nIt was then that Amaryllis realized that the biting wind had snuffed out the torch. The lantern still gleamed brightly, but even when Amaryllis tried to relight the torch from the flickering flame of the lantern, the fire wouldn't take. The wind was too much, and the only reason the lantern could continue to burn was because it was shielded by glass. \nQuickly, she took up her pitchfork again and prepared to take on the shifter, but she didn't abandon the lantern either. Instead, she held it high by the handle, ready to swing it at the shifter. Now that she knew Cecilia was a shifter, she knew that the wolf could understand everything she said. As such, she shouted over the wind and the storm, \"Don't you dare come any closer! I'll strike you with the lantern! I'll throw it into the hay and this whole place will burn down!\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia looked towards the lantern and then towards the female as she continued to grow closer. It was incredibly hard to not laugh while in wolf form as it would end up sounding like she was choking on a hairball. \n**You do realise that if you burnt the barn down, not only would you kill me but also your precious flock and yourself?** \nShe mentally chuckled to the human before eyeing out the sheep beside her. Raising her lips so her gums and fangs were bared, a threatening growl scratched at her throat causing the animals to go into a state of panic. After Cecilia regained her composure, she looked back towards the human, curious as to whether she would actually burn the barn down. **I only plan on taking one more.**"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis shook her head vehemently, quite bothered by the sound of the shifter's voice in her head. She tried to push it away, mentally, hating the fact that it made her feel as if she were going crazy. What was wrong with her? Now she was hearing voices in her head... This was not something she was aware that shifters could do, and it set her on edge. \n\"No!\" She said, her voice trembling a little as she moved into an even more defensive position, shielding her flock as best she could. \"No! No more! You'll have to go through me first!\"\nAdmittedly, the opening to the little pen Amaryllis had created for the sheep was only as wide as her body, and the bales were stacked high enough that Cecilia wouldn't be able to jump over them. Amaryllis was all that was left standing between the shifter and it's meal, and she was the weakest link. \n\"I'd rather see us all go up in flames than watch you slaughter another one!\" She raised the lantern higher, fully prepared to throw it down if the shifter came any closer. The barn would catch quickly, likely before even the shifter could escape."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She had to let out an annoyed breath of air as this human was really crazy enough to burn them all alive just so she couldn't have her meal. Knowing that if she attacked the human, she would probably drop the lamp which may result in fire catching onto the haystack due to its flammability. \n**I guess your pets get to live for now.** She replied in an extremely agitated voice before walking away from the huddled group and towards one of the spaces free from the snow. The thought of having to stay here until the storm passed caused her dread, not expecting to have found this barn in the first place but she had needed shelter and food. The reason for the dread was the very fact that the sounds made by the animals pissed her off. They sounded like they are constantly trying to have a scream off with eachother while getting choked. It wasn't a pretty sound to her ears."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis breathed a faint sigh of relief as the shifter relented and backed off. She had thought for sure that the shifter would attack anyway and kill her before moving on to her flock, but instead, the shifter took her bluffing seriously and backed off. Amaryllis was grateful for that. She didn't back down in any way, however, and instead retained her position, ready to fight off the shifter if the awful thing made an attempt again. She was a little relieved though. \nNow began the hardest part of the night, however. With the doors burst open wide, cold poured into the barn and left Amaryllis shivering with cold. Of course, she still had on her coat and other winter clothing, but that would do little, in the long run. Without access to food or the blankets she had stored here, she wouldn't last too long in this weather. A few hours, maybe, but eventually the cold would begin to nibble away at her, taking her fingers and toes first. She shuddered at the thought, but steeled herself for what was to come. She could only hope that the storm would pass and the shifter would move on before that happened."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The shifter looked towards the human and tilted her head slightly to the side, wondering in her head how long the human would last. Maybe she just had to stay where she was and relax seeing how the human would die of hypothermia, leaving the flock defenceless. \n** You really prefer to give your life for some measly sheep?** It astounded her considering they were nothing but weak prey, born to be hunted down and eaten. It didn't make sense. Not only that but she could easily leave one sheep to the harsh winter and use its coat for warmth. That's what she would have done. \n**Just sacrifice one sheep and you can be warm and I can be happy with a slightly full stomach?** It wasn't a difficult decision to make."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis remained stubborn and shook her head, unwilling to part with any more of her sheep. They were mostly raised for their fleece, and not for their meat, so to lose 2 already tonight was a bit traumatizing. A third... \n\"You've had your fill,\" She replied stubbornly, her teeth chattering a little, despite her attempts to hide it. \nThe shifter got to cheat though, much to her chagrin. The shifter had the benefit of a thick fur coat, and the coats that animals had, no matter how humans tried to replicate them, were significantly better. She bit her lower lip hard and added a moment later, \"If you take your human form, there's other food here. But only for humans.\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She didn't like the idea of shifting into her human form as it would have been the one thing she could have used to disguise herself to the human if they later crossed paths. Her pupils shifted up and down as she studied the human from head to toe, deciding whether it was worth it or not seeing how it would mean that she would have to shift twice. **I'd rather not. But hey, I'm just giving you and option of survival here for both you and the rest of your sheep. If you let me have one more sheep, then I won't harm a single one after and maybe I'll be nice enough to let you lay by me and use my fur for warmth.** She began before mentally smirking as she let the option sink in before continuing. **If you remain stubborn then I will just wait it out until you pass out from the cold, then you wouldn't be able to protect your precious sheep as I devour them one. By. One.**"
},
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis shook her head and shuddered, though it was hard to tell whether it was truly a shudder or whether it was her body's automatic response to how cold it was. Honestly, more than anything, she wanted Ceci's voice out of her head. It bothered to have Ceci invading her mind, and it genuinely made her feel as if she were going crazy. If she told anyone about all of this, they'd surely think she was crazy. No one here had ever actually dealt with a shifter... Had they? They were so rare. Almost extinct.\n*Apparently not extinct enough*, she thought. \nAfter a long pause, Amaryllis finally shook her head and replied, \"I'd rather die than give you another sheep, and Iron Gate will be a dessert before I ever got near you.\" The last bit was filled with venom and Amaryllis practically spat the words out."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia rolled her eyes before laying herself back down seeing how she had gotten nowhere. Rolling onto her back, she lookup towards the top of the barn bored. Now it was the waiting game. She wasn't the most patient person in Marin, if anything Cecilia had very little patience. \n**Well I guess Mother Nature can arrange that for you.** She teased. \nIn her head, she tried to imagine ways she could pass time that didn't involve sleeping. God knows what the human would attempt to do to her while she slept. Maybe she could talk to the human and make her use all her energy. That was an idea. \n**Why are you so obsessed with these sheep? Do you involve yourself in sexual activities with them or something?** She asked while scrunching her nose in disgust at the thought. Humans didn't do that did they? She knew Cleburn did, but no one else that she knew would."
},
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "\"Ewww!\" Amaryllis blurted out, her face turning pink at the very thought and her nose wrinkling in disgust. \"You disgusting creature! No! Why would you even think something like that?\" \nHow anyone could think that was appealing was beyond Amaryllis, and she had no idea where this awful creature got this idea. Shifters clearly were depraved and needed to be eradicated. \n\"I'm not obsessed,\" She continued. \"I raised them from the time they were young. They're my livelihood, so of course I want to protect them. They're my pets, in a way.\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**I was just guessing.** She replied in a monotone voice. ** I don't know what you humans are like.** \nShe remembered when a few people had tried to make her their pet, though it never lasted long as she always managed a way to escape. \n**What do you do with them? Is that all you do with your life? It sounds pretty bland and boring to me.** \nIf Cecilia was forced to look after some sheep all day for the rest of her life, she would have ended the person before they had a chance to escape. It was like slavery to the sheep. They were living the lifestyle while the human worked her behind off to look after them."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis faltered a bit at that, biting her lower lip hard as she pondered that for a few moments. She had met others from other lands now, and a little part of her wanted to know what those other places were like. But you couldn't do that with sheep. Her life was dictated by the sheep, but at the same time, the sheep provided her with income so she could afford to live, and it was because of them that she hadn't ended up a prostitute on the streets yet. \nFinally she replied, \"I sell some of them, but most are sheered for their wool. And... Yeah, I guess that's all I do with my life. It's bland and boring, but it's better than being a monster.\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her hears perked up at her last comment before chucking in the human's head. **Oh I wasn't always a monster darling.** She began as she stood up from her spot and began taking slow intimidating steps towards her. \n**I used to be a happy innocent little shifter. Wouldn't hurt a single fly in the world. That's when I had a family you see?** A low growl escaped her throat as she continued to take steady steps. **You human's turned that innocent little girl into a monster just at a young age of seven. Sure I could try to be nicer but I just have a very strong hate for the human species so it's not as easy as you would think.**"
},
{
"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis was instantly back on edge as the shifter rose and started towards her. The gate was wolf-like, obviously, with the low stance and the rolling shoulders as Cecilia stalked towards her in the way that wolves did when they were about to pounce. She snapped back to attention immediately, gripping the lantern tightly as she prepared to use it as a weapon.\n\"Your kind needs to be eradicated,\" She hissed. \"You're a threat and a menace to society. Subhumans. Animals!\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She almost broke down in laughter at that. **Want to know an interesting fact? My kind never interacted or involved themselves with the human society. We preferred to be alone to ourselves in our villages.** She snarled as she continued making her way towards the human, the Landon not in her field of vision as she was too focused on the human and the story she told her. \n**It wasn't until you humans came invading our villages and killing our families without a care in the world. You forced us to flee into human civilisation, into hiding. We are forced to watch as you go on your daily lives not caring about the genocide taking place.** \nOnce she reached the human, she stopped only a foot away as she watched her reaction, knowing that if she made the wrong move, Cecilia wouldn't hesitate to attack. **But what really made me hate humans? Would have to be when my sister tried to help me escape but one of the humans stabbed her in the heart in front of my eyes.**"
},
{
"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis' heart was beating fast as she stood there, her face pale and her breathing shallow. She rather looked like a frightened rabbit, staying completely still in the hopes that the predator would leave it alone or fail to notice it altogether. On some level, she pitied the shifter for her story. If what she was saying was true, then she could understand the hatred that the shifter felt... But she had also determined that shifters could never be trusted. After all, Cecilia had already proven herself to be a vicious, monstrous creature. Anything that changed forms was, well, shifty, and therefore, could easily shift the truth to fit them as well. \n\"I wasn't a part of all that,\" Amaryllis replied, trying her best to keep the trembling out of her voice. \"Though now that I've met you, I wish I had. Your kind can't be eliminated fast enough.\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "That last part made her snap. It took all self control for her to keep Toula at bay but she had to do something to release her anger before she tore this human to shreds. The human wouldn't have had time to realise what was happening as Cecilia tore the lantern out oh Amaryllis's hand. Dashing towards the entrance, Cecilia aimed the lantern at one of the homes in the doors and threw it with her muzzle. When the lantern was lost in the snow, the large wolf looked towards the human with a dangerous glare. \n**My kind could have easily made your kind extinct if we wanted but no, we didn't want a war. You humans are typical at starting them, even against yourselves because you're all nothing but greedy. You really know how to press a Shifter's button.** She snarled before sprinting towards her and her flock. Once close, Cecilia began tearing through the livestock."
},
{
"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis was gripping the lantern so tightly that, when Cecilia ripped it from her hands, it twisted her wrist and tore off a fingernail, leaving her clutching her injured hand and sobbing. However, her physical pain was surmounted by pure horror as she watched the flock being attacked by the awful shifter. Amaryllis screamed, though she knew no one would hear her over the storm outside. She didn't know what to do. Should she run for help? No, in this storm, there was no way that she could get to anyone and get back before the entire flock was slaughtered. She had to protect them herself.\nShe dove into the fray, lashing out at the shifter with the pitchfork and managing to get a few good jabs in. All the same, the shifter was easily able to tear into the helpless sheep, even as the frightened creatures scattered all over the barn in a desperate attempt to escape. Amaryllis was covered in blood, as was the shifter, and the horrific sounds of rending flesh and crunching bone filled the air. Amaryllis screamed and fought, forgetting about her own safety as she launched herself bodily at the shifter.\nShe had to protect her flock! She was entrusted with them by her father, before he and the rest of her family were taken by the plague. In a way, this small flock had become her family. It was a way in which her family lived on, and it was one of the few physical reminders she had left of them. She couldn't lose them all..."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia couldn't hear the screams of the human as she tore into the herd. The pitchfork did nothing but itch her as she stabbed it into her. She had gone through half of the flock before the human launched herself at Cecilia. She didn't want to kill the human as that would bring too much shit down on her so she used her large head to throw Amaryllis to the side. \nLooking around to view what she had done, she noticed she may have gone slightly out of control as only half of the herd remained. Her chest heaved as she panted and laid down next to one of the sheep she mauled to death and began eating. Completely ignoring the human crying hysterically."
},
{
"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis stumbled as Cecilia tossed her about like a ragdoll, stumbling over the carcass of one of her slaughtered sheep and falling head-first into the barn wall. It was enough to nearly knock her unconscious, causing her knees to buckle as she fell in a heap on the floor in the middle of a pool of blood, next to the still-warm body of yet another sheep. She didn't have good control of the pitchfork as she fell either, and as she came down, she landed on the tines, sending the sharp points deep into her right thigh. At that, she let out a piercing scream that seemed to last an eternity before the pain got to be too much and she slipped into a state of shock."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Continued to bury her fanged into the Sheep's Caracas while watching the human get injured as a result of being thrown. Atleast she was no longer crying and shouting so it was slightly quiet besides the scared screams from what was left of the heard. Cecilia didn't care much about what was happening around her considering she had the upper hand in everything. \nThe animals she had slaughtered had filled her to the point where she noticed that she may have killed more than she should have. At least some were alive right?? Though depending on how this human continued to piss her off, she may end up murdering the rest. \nStanding herself up after she had filled her stomach, Cecilia strolled towards Amaryllis. Her fur had been covered in blood from her prey, ruining her once shiny white coat as it had now been tinged with red. **And I thought I was dramatic**"
},
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis laid there, covered in blood and clearly in a lot of pain. But then again, she did have a pitchfork stabbed into her leg at the moment... This was what the shifter had wanted all along, Amaryllis thought bitterly to herself. To see Amary in pain and to ultimately kill her, though death by pitchfork stabbing was never something that Amaryllis had really thought of as a way to die. \nAmaryllis managed a bitter glare at the wolf, then closed her eyes and turned away as a faint groan escaped her. Everything hurt... \"No, you're just a bitch,\" She finally managed to say through gritted teeth."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**I'll take that.** She replied with slight amusement. It was amazing how weak some humans were considering one stabbed her own leg with a pitchfork and now it may take a while for it to properly heal. That was if she even survived this ordeal. \n**I'm not even going to kill you. All I did was throw you out of my way, if anything you'll freeze to death before you die from your injuries.**\nAnd she didn't even get to save a single sheep seeing how Cecilia would eat them all before the storm passed. Turning away from the human, Cecilia shifted into her bird form. Stretching out her wings out, the Shifter pushed herself into the air and flew towards one of the beams on the roof of the barn. This way she could assure her own safety while she slept. It wasn't like there was much to do considering the human was dying and she had her fair share of meat."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "It was difficult to enjoy being out in the middle of a blizzard dressed in leathers and furs, but somehow Col managed to find comfort in the harsh environment in the absence of voices, the sound of his horse's hooves galloping against compacted snow. His horse was doing most of the work to guide them through the storm, which he discovered was the secret to being a good rider. He was too poor to grow up with horses, so he learned everything he knew within the last 2 years when he started training to be a knight. \n\nHe was delivering a very important message from his trainer to another knight in the small village. He knew he was close when a flock of sheep came running by, but then a woman's scream pierced through the night and it was one of the most horrible sounds he'd ever heard. The snow was coming down so hard he could hardly see, but he'd heard the direction it came from and he pulled hard on the reins to steer his horse quickly in the direction it came from. He needed to take care to not accidentally trample a person who was calling out for help with his horse, so a few feet away from the woman's body he dismounted his horse to call out into the night. \"Hello?\" The snow was falling so fast and thick he could hardly see his hand in front of his face and the snow was nearly up to his knees which was quite high considering the man was well over six feet tall. His boot kicked a lantern that was still relatively warm but wasn't lit anymore. He picked it up then called out again a little louder."
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{
"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis laid in the barn in a pool of blood, a mixture of both her own and that of her flock. A few stragglers were hiding in the shadows of the barn, bunching together and frozen with fear. A few had fled into the blizzard, swallowed up by the darkness of the night, but the majority stayed in the shelter of the barn. Even a monster such as the shifter was no match for the rage of winter. Yet it would be these sheep that would lead Col to the shelter of the barn.\nWhat seemed like hours had passed, and the storm continued to howl with as much force as ever. Admittedly, Amaryllis had no concept of time at this point. Suffering from blood loss and extreme pain, she had slipped into a state of shock, and the cold from loss of blood and the snow swept in by the wind left her lips a pale blue color and her face a deathly white. She was conscious, however, and had managed to sit up and use strips of cloth to form a tourniquet around her upper thigh. It was probably for that reason, and that reason alone, that she still clung to a thread of life. The haybales, which she had once used to try to protect her flock, now provided her shelter from the worst of the wind, but also inadvertently hid her from anyone that might enter into the barn. \nEventually, while looking up at the shifter, perched high in the rafters off the barn, she hissed through gritted teeth, \"It must be easy, when you use your other forms, to overpower humans. You're too much of a coward to face a human on a level playing field.\" She started to say something more, but there was a scuffling and the crunch of snow under heavy feet. Multiple feet. And then the rhythm of a four-pattern step mixed with a 2-pattern step. A horse? She wasn't sure, but it sounded like someone was here, and she called out feebly, \"Look up! It's a shifter!\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia's eyes remained closed the moment she had flown up to the beam. She attempting to get some sleep while she waited for the storm to pass. Her feathers did her justice when it came to the Icy winds so she would remain warm while the human below her freezed to death. \n**Yes, quite easily in my animal forms though if I was in my human form, I'm sure the outcome would be the same. Perhaps I can get back to you on that if you happen to survive.**\nThe human did realise the more energy she spent talking, the quicker she would probably die. \nAs she spoke, The shifter opened her eyes and stared down towards her, wondering if she felt better than she looked considering she looked like death. Yet again, she would be close to it. She was about to continue speaking but was cut off short when she heard the human yell out. She had been too preoccupied by the human slowly dying that she hadn't noticed another make their way to the barn. \nGrowing visibly annoyed, Cecilia decided to not move and instead waited for the other human to show up. It wasnt like she would easily be seen from where she was and if she was noticed, she would attack. It was as simple as that. \n**You do realise I will just attack them right? And they'll probably be in the same position you are in now.**"
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col entered the barn, and the voice that he heard was clear behind all of the hay bales. He walked over to see the woman screaming at him to look up. He did. He looked up for a few seconds, but he could hardly see the roof of the barn in the dark. He certainly couldn't spot the small bird perched on a beam. He looked back to the woman who was equally as white as the snow from all the blood she'd lost, and her lips were turning blue. There were huge pools of blood around some of the sheep and around her, so he was inclined to believe that a shifter may have been present but was probably long gone and left her for dead. \"There's nothing there,\" He said flatly as he leaned down to look at the injury on her leg. He gritted his teeth looking up at her face after glancing at her injuries, \"You're lucky for that.\" He stood up, looking over his shoulder and up at the roof one more time. \n\n\"You're lucky for the snow too. It's probably the only reason you're alive, so ask yourself. Do you want to keep living or do you want to go shifter hunting... In the middle of a blizzard... While half your blood is pooling around your arse.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Not quite what Amary had envisioned for her rescue certainly, but it was better than winding up dead. This man was flat and rather harsh. Or rather, matter-of-fact. He seemed to pull no punches and care little for sympathy, so Amary wasn't quite what to think of him; however, she found that she trusted him on some level. She knew Cecilia was still up there, but she feared what would happen if she spoke up again and pointed the shifter out. She would lose her only source of possible survival.\n\"No,\" She murmured, shifting a little as she pushed herself into more of a seated position, though the very act caused her to groan in agony. \"Just... Just forget it. I... I must be seeing things,\" She continued, after a pause. \nShe cast one more glance up at the rafter on which the shifter was perched, giving the creature a hate-filled glare. If she ever saw a shifter again, she wouldn't hesitate for a moment to kill it. And she would see to it that she had the means to as well.\n\"Please help me...\" She looked down at the pitchfork stuck in her leg, grimaced, and quickly looked away again. It was too grisly for her to look at, let alone remove, but somebody would have to do it."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She was amused as the girl was forced to stay quiet without making herself out to be crazy. It was to her luck that the man hadn't seen her and planned on using that to her advantage. Had she planned on attacking him? She was unsure. \nIt was as if her whole body and thought process ran on instinct, never properly assessing the situation at hand. \nUsing her wings for balance, Cecilia made her way down from the roof though made sure to be as far from them as possible. This way Amaryllis wouldn't know where she was currently hiding which she hoped would increase her fear and paranoia. Cecilia made sure to not land where any blood stained the floor in fear that it would leave behind a trail. **Isnt he just a sweetheart? It would be a shame if he didn't save you in time**"
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col knelt down in the snow when she sat up then groaned. He knew that must of hurt her a lot, she was just lucky the snow was helping to numb her skin because he couldn't imagine doing what had to be done if it was summertime and she could feel every bit of pain she was bound to feel. He was focused on the pitchfork sticking out of her leg when she said she she must be seeing things, \"That can happen when you're as well on your way to death or dismemberment as you are.\" Col was definitely flat and maybe a little harsh in his temperament most of the time, and his morbid and dry sense of humor only made him appear more flat and harsh. He wasn't the kind of person to smile at people, tell them everything would be okay if he thought there was the slightest chance of something going wrong. \n\nHe didn't notice her glance up to the rafters because he was trying to figure out the best way to get the pitchfork out of her leg. He did hear a soft sound when the shifter moved though. Her wings made the slightest sound, and he turned to look up. He caught a slight glimpse of movement, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from. He was snapped back to the situation at hand when the woman asked for help. He turned back to her with a nod, \"I will. I'm going to try my best not to let you die in here, but you're really not going to like your life for a few minutes.\" He looked at the tourniquet she made for herself, and he retied it. It was uncomfortable, he was a little aggressive with it, but now it really was stopping her blood. He gently lifted her leg, holding it at the back of her knee while the other hand grabbed the base of the pitchfork. \"On three,\" He gave her a little warning. \"One... Two...\" He yanked the pitchfork out on two."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis had almost responded to Cecilia, but instead had only grunted slightly in response, which could easily be attributed to the pain she was in. Verbally responding would have just made Col think that she was crazy. Granted, such craziness could come from this kind of pain, yet she preferred that he didn't think she was entirely crazy. If only the shifter could read her mind... She had plenty of words for the damn creature. Didn't even deserved to be deemed a human, and their human form shouldn't even be called that. \nHer attention was drawn away from Cecilia, though her eyes caught a flash of movement in the darkness of the barn. She quickly lost the shifter in the darkness. Now, without a clue for where the creature might be, fear seized Amaryllis. Her face grew a little paler and her palms grew clammy, her heartbeat quickening and causing her blood to pump faster, hastening her towards an untimely death. Col's tourniquet was the only thing that kept even more blood from spilling from the gaping wound. *Where is she?* Amary's mind raced. *Will she kill him too? Is she stalking us right now? Is she going to take revenge for what I said?* \nThese thoughts fled like a bevy of birds moments later as Col wrenched the pitchfork from her leg, causing Amary to let out the most ungodly scream that seemed to rival even that of the howling storm. No thoughts filled her mind any longer. Only pain. Searing, mind-numbing pain. Agony. If she could have formulated the thoughts, she would have wished for death at that moment.\nInstead, the young woman simply screamed and writhed. Her body was not kind enough to give her the bliss of consciousness, perhaps due to the fact that unconsciousness would bring death. Her body contorted like a snake in the throws of death, her hand clutching at the wound even as her eyes rolled back in her head. \nFinally, the worst of the pain subsided, and she collapsed flat once more, deathly quiet save for the occasional groan."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The one thing that irritated Cecilia when she was in bird form was how hard it was to walk due to the size of her feet. She had to shift if she wanted to move freely on the ground but that remained difficult when the sound of her bones snapping would surely grab the male's attention. \nDue to their minds being linked like they had been attached by a thread, Amaryllis inadvertently sent her thoughts to Cecilia. Fortunately for the human, it came to her all jumbled so she had to make sense of what was said through her emotions. \nAfter a headache and a half, she chuckled into the girl's mind. \nShe was close to replying before a scream tore through the barn. Realising this was her chance to go unnoticed, Cecilia forced her bones to form into a wolf's skeletal structure followed by the complete shifting. \nWhen she had shifted into a wolf, Cecilia was forced to cover her ears as the scream had intensified with her hearing. She was sure that after the screaming stopped, a ringing sound will fill her ears. On the positive note, it sounded like Amaryllis was going through an excruciating pain even if it was dramatic. Once the screaming subsided, Cecilia pulled her paws away from her ears before standing up so she could grab a closer peak at the humans. What was she going to say to the girl? She was sure she was frightened that she could no longer see her and that she was probably going to kill them. \n**It would be a shame if I killed him right now. Wouldn't it?** She asked Amaryllis while taking smalls steps towards them while her body was hidden behind some stacks of hay. **Especially after he just helped you.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col knew she was going to scream, but the actual sound of it was so much worse than he thought it would be. He flinched as her scream pierced the barn and seemingly everything around them. All he could do was throw the pitchfork aside, wait for her to ride out the pain. For a second it seemed as if his job was done, and he was going to leave. He stood up to walk over to the barn door the way he came in, and he scooped up a hand full of snow to press against her skin. The idea was that the cold should help her to numb, at least a little. He knew she'd still be in a lot of pain though, so he let her collapse flat on the floor for a few moments as her pain subsided a bit. \n\nHe'd completely missed the sound of Cecilia shifting into a wolf behind them as it was completely masked by Amaryllis' screaming earlier. The wolf was prowling very quietly behind them, but he could still feel as presence. Perhaps it was because of the flicker of movement he'd seen earlier, or the fact that the woman he was trying to rescue claimed to have seen one earlier. He simply didn't feel like being in the barn was a good idea anymore, especially not after the slight rustle of hay he'd heard. He glanced back over his shoulder, and of course he saw nothing. Col led his horse into the barn, tethering his reins to a post before he went back over to the woman on te floor. He'd be back for the horse. \"Let's get you home,\" He said as he bent back down to slide his arm under the back of the woman's legs making sure to put the injured one facing away from him. \n\nWhatever was in the barn with them, shifter or not, was trying to remain hidden. He wasn't going to actively seek out a fight while someone was clinging to their life. Amarylllis needed a fire, time to heal, clean bandages, and he knew that was more important than anything else. Col was armed with a sword that hung at his hip, but he didn't draw it as he picked up the woman off the floor to carry her towards the town."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "\"No...\" Amary whimpered softly in response to Cecilia. Her voice was feeble and weak, and she wasn't even sure if the shifter could hear her anyway. \"Please don't... Please...\" It was a pitiful plea, really, but it came from someone that had been thoroughly defeated and now was at risk of losing her savior. \"Please don't... Please...\" She continued to repeat this phrase over and over again in a soft mutter, clearly in a bit of a state of delirium. The paranoia and fear were not unfounded, but the begging was futile, really. Either the shifter would attack or it wouldn't. \nHer eyes remained shut as she laid there, though she did let out a soft whimper as he picked her up. It jarred her injured leg and sent searing, throbbing pain through it yet again; it was all she could do to keep from screaming again. By gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw, however, it was kept at a small whimper followed by a pained groan. \nLike a frightened child after a nightmare, she clung to his shirt front, her body trembling with cold and loss of blood. Looking over his shoulder, she got a clear glimpse of the shifter, but she said nothing this time. Instead, she hid her face in his chest for a few moments, gritting her teeth tightly as he walked towards town.\nFinally, she realized that she would need to tell him where she lived. With great effort, she managed to rouse herself to direct her rescuer down the street, take a right, and eventually to show up at the doorstep of her tiny home."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The human sounded pathetic with her pleading and crying, not understanding what it was like for humans to be stabbed. Some of them had a very low pain tolerance like this female.\nHer eyes remained on them as they left the barn, only leaving the horse behind which she assumed he'd be back for. The horse was beautiful and she couldn't help but walk up to it even though she was in wolf form. \nAt first the horse seemed frightened considering there was a large wolf only a couple meters who was covered in blood. Eventually after a fair amount of patience from the shifter, She was able to get close to the horse so she could communicate with it. The questions she mainly asked the animal involved how he was cared for and if he wanted her to help him escape from the reigns. Surprisingly enough, the horse declined Cecilia's offer before giving her the cold shoulder. \nDeciding that she wasn't going to get anything more out of the animal, the shifter walked off so she could find a warm spot far from the entrance to sleep. \nShe was going to have to wait the storm out and lucky for her, the human no longer was here meaning she could freely eat away."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "When Amaryllis started softly mumbling against his chest, he just let her. It was a miracle that she was even awake because she was like a rag doll in his arms. She'd completely melted into him, and he did his best to walk slowly and carefully through the snow. \n\nThe storm was relentless. A thick frost had formed on the hem of her dress as he carried her, and the wind blew free the black ribbon he'd used to tie his shoulder length black hair out his face. His lips were about as blue as hers by the time he made it to the edge of town. And the snow and wind was coming down so hard that every footprint he left was completely covered by the time he took another step. If they were to get lost out there, it would certainly mean death, and she'd come too far for that so he gently shook her back awake after she faded out for a second. \"Which house?\" He asked loudly, his voice competing with the wind. \"Stay with me,\" He said as she muttered again so softly he couldn't understand her. \"Which house?\" If anything, he was just going to pick a random one. Knock on the door, kick it down if he had to. He wanted to avoid that though.\n\nWhen she somehow roused herself the find the strength to direct him to her home he opened the door with one hand to carry her inside. It was a very modest home, very rustic, very basic, but warm and comfortable. There was a wooden bench with a few pillows on it, but he instead sat her down on the floor near the fire so she could warm up. Snow was blowing inside her home from the wind outside for a moment, it was loud and it made the flames flicker dangerously close to going out. Once the large oak door was finally closed, everything was quiet. Col breathed a sigh of relief as he pushed his hair from his face and put a gloved hand over his mouth. It was a trick he'd learned to warm himself up after a journey like that. He looked over at the hearth, at the woman sitting there, and eventually wandered over to the bench to be a little closer to the fire."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "At first, Amaryllis' body was so frozen from the bitter cold and blood loss that she didn't even register the warmth of the fire, despite her proximity to it All she could do was lay there and shiver, her teeth chattering relentlessly as she closed her eyes and waited for death. By now, even she had begun to see no other option for her. The sifter was right. Help had arrived too late, and now in a cruel twist of fate, she'd die even after being rescued. Or at least that was what she thought.\nEventually, however, the fire began to thaw her frozen body, and then it felt as if the warm was far to hot. As her skin finally warmed up to where it could register temperature differences, her body became aware of just how large the difference in temperature was from her body to the fireplace. And then it felt like she was on fire. Sharp, tingling needles of pain ripped through her body, protesting the freezing cold she had been subjected to, while her hands got all red and swelled painfully. \nAn occasional whimper escaped the young woman throughout this process, but more than anything, it was her leg that ached. A constant throbbing had settled there, and she knew it wasn't going to go away any time soon, if ever. \n\"Thank you,\" She finally murmured through still-chattering teeth, her voice soft and weak."
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"message": "Col was starting to thaw too in the silence. The snow from his hair melted making his dark strands stick to the side of his face before he slicked it back once more. He relaxed on the chair just before she spoke and made him tense up for a second. \"You're welcome,\" He replied back continuing to sit there a moment before he glanced back at the oak door. There was no way he was going to make it to where he needed to be now before they closed their gates for good, he was cutting it close already. He volunteered for the dangerous ride, but he didn't anticipate being sidetracked. He couldn't bring himself to ask to stay though, but as he glanced around the room it didn't seem like he'd have to ask because she'd need him to. \n\n\"Is there anyone here to help you clean that wound? Get you off the floor?\" He could already tell the answer just by the state of the house, but he figured he'd ask anyway. Perhaps she was close to one of her neighbors that could help her."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis watched Col for a few moments, taking in his dark hair and strong features. He was a handsome man, though she didn't really think much about that, with features that were as sharp and blunt as his conversation. She still wondered how he had found her, quite frankly, and why he had bothered to stop to help. Here in the frozen north, you took care of yourself and your own. Anybody else? Well, it was survival of the fittest. She could only think that it must have been either a gift from the gods or just a cruel game they were playing.\nShe closed her eyes and rested quietly after that, letting the silence linger between them until he finally spoke again. Despite the considerable pain she was in, her body still wouldn't let her rest, though she also knew that was part of her body's defense. If she slept now, she'd enter an eternal sleep. \n\"No,\" She answered softly, after a long pause. \"There's no one anymore...\" She bit her lip for a moment, then continued with, \"Thank you for all you've done. I'll... I'll take care of it from here.\" She didn't know why she said it, exactly, but a part of her sensed that she was holding him back from something; keeping him from something important."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col sighed when she said no, and he wasn't sure if it was relief or the fact that he felt awful for her being so alone. \"I see,\" He said lowering his gaze from her for a second of silence before she told him she'd take care of it on her own. He knew what that felt like, but he'd found away to never be alone as a soldier and emerging Knight. She didn't have that choice though, and he couldn't imagine being quite this alone. Of course she was quick to brush him off, tell him she didn't need his help. \"I'm happy to help,\" He said politely. \"You don't have to take care of it on your own if you don't want to,\" He said as he looked over at her again. \"From the look of it, it'll take you three days to get off your arse from that spot and we both know the fire isn't going to last that long,\" He said with a shrug as he pulled off his gloves. \n\n\"I was taking a message to another fort, but they've closed their gates already there's no point in continuing the ride. I could stay the night,\" He laid the leather gloves over the side of the chair. \"IEven if it's only to see how long it'll take you to stand up by yourself,\" He smirked."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The look of surprise was quite evident on the young woman's face when Col smirked. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but it did have a certain warmth to it that brought her comfort and made her feel a little better. It was like having a sip of hot stew after coming in out of the cold. Still, she couldn't help feel rather guilty that he wouldn't make it now, because of her. Why had he stopped? He should have kept riding. Everyone else would have. But she also found that she couldn't turn down his help. Not now, anyway, when he seemed to be settling in and took off his gloves. Besides, despite what she had said, she knew she couldn't make it on her own. If he left her now, she'd die. Though in a way, she found that possibility... Well, it wasn't frightening or repulsive, anyway.\n\"I'm sorry,\" She apologized in a faint voice. \"I'm sure you had important business to attend to, and I kept you from it.\" She bit her lower lip hard, then finally added, \"But I am grateful... Beyond grateful, really...\" She managed a little half-smile then, adding, \"Though if you wait for me to be able to stand again, you might be here forever.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col shook his head, \"You don't need to apologize. You needed help. I heard you scream. I helped.\" He nodded when she thanked him again, \"Don't do that yet. You still have a long road with that leg. You're not going to like me very much when it's time to take care of that.\" He stood up to remove the thick black cloak lined with fur that kept him from freezing to death on the back of that horse. He wore simple clothes underneath, but they too were black. His sword hanging at his hip was removed because there wasn't any threat inside her house. He just hoped she had supplies to actually treat her leg. \n\nHe walked over to her then sat next to her on the hearth and his hand rested in a puddle of water that had thawed from her skirt. The warmth from the fire was refreshing but intense. He looked over at her with a smile when she said he'd be there forever, \"No, I won't.\" He looked gown at her leg, \"Which is why we should take care of that sooner rather than later.\" Col had been stabbed many times before. He knew what he was talking about. He looked back a the flames, \"Whenever you're ready..\" He looked over at her then realized he'd never officially gotten her name."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis knew she had to look awful. Though really, she felt even worse than she looked. Everything ached and her leg continued to throb, she was bruised and banged up pretty badly, and her dress was torn and she was covered in blood, both her own and that of her flock. At that thought, she grimaced a little and tried hard not to cry. Her flock... With that awful shifter still in the barn-she hoped the terrible thing hadn't followed them-it was entirely likely that Amaryllis' entire flock would be gone by the time the storm passed. Her entire livelihood stripped away...\nShe tried to push those thoughts away. Those problems could wait for another day, and she'd survive. She always had. If she truly had to, she could marry the pig farmer her father had promised her to, before he died. She shuddered a little at the very promise of such a marriage, but it was better than what could happen. Or at least she thought so, anyway. \nHer thoughts were drawn back into the present by Col's voice as he sat next to her. She looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes and nodded a little, murmuring,, \"Whatever needs to be done, I... Anything to make me better. I'm ready.\" Truth be told, she had no idea what he would do and how it would help her, but he had the bearing of someone who had seen situations like this before. And thus, she trusted him. She failed to realize that he was searching for her name, but then again, she was a little out of it from the pain. If she hadn't been, she would have already asked for his name."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "She said she was ready but he wasn't, not entirely anyway. Dressing a wound like that wasn't going to be an easy thing, and he knew she was going to scream and cry and curse his name... Had he given it. He could handle it from grown men basically on their death beds where they weren't particularly polite. From a woman, this was going to be a first and he couldn't handle it when women cried in front of him. He became even more stern and awkward because he just wanted it to stop. He sat there for a little while before he inhaled sharply then breathed out the word, \"Okay.\" \n\nIt was easier to just keep her by the fire. He moved her back a little so she wasn't quite so close, but she was still warm. He couldn't do much about her clothes just then, but he did boil water and found a cloth so she could wipe the blood off herself before be patched her up. He didn't make any eye contact with her at that point as he stomped around, not because he was angry but he was just a giant, and let her direct him towards any salves that she had. He usually traveled with a small kit, but he thought this was just going to be a quick ride so he didn't bother bringing one. He always traveled with two things though, and he'd be using them tonight. They were small enough to keep in the small pocket on his trousers, a needle and thread.\n\nHe sat facing the fire as she wiped most of the blood from herself, but she was weak and taking forever. The water was probably freezing and she still hadn't discovered the swatch of crimson above her eyebrow. He let her work on her own for a few more minutes before he decided stalling wasn't going to make anything better. He put his hand at the back of her knee again then took the extra cloth that was just sitting in the bowl to clean the area where the pitchfork went in. He knew talking would make it easier because he could feel her eyes burning holes in his face, so he finally looked at her again. Talking would have been easier, but he didn't. He just finished wiping the rest of the area away then rubbed the salve on to hopefully numb her a little before he stitched closed the wound with the needle he held over the fire for a few seconds and the thick black thread. \n\nIt was an awful process, but it was life saving and it had to be done. She'd certainly walk again, but not easily for the next few days. \n\nWhen the job was done Col tossed the needle into the bowl of water then laid on his back on the floor looking up at the ceiling. He'd tuned out any reaction she had, any scream, any whimper, and tears. It would have distracted him, and if he was going to hurt her he was at least going to make a decent stitch while doing it. He rolled his head to look over at her, \"Do you have any alcohol? Not for me. For you. If anything, the right amount will put you to sleep.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis quietly cleaned the wound when Col gave her the cloth. The water was icy cold, but it honestly felt good and soothing against the raging pain. The skin surrounding the wound was red and felt hot to the touch, so the cool water was quite soothing. It helped settle the throbbing in her leg as well, save for when she occasionally bumped the main the gaping gash and she'd grimace. Still, she knew the wound needed to be cleaned, so she quietly worked on it anyway. \nIt was rather uncomfortable though. A part of her wanted to talk, as she knew it would help settle her fears, but she also felt as if he wouldn't like that. Admittedly, if she died from this, it would be better if he didn't know her well. The less they knew about each other, the lesson human she would seem to him, and so if she died, he wouldn't feel as bad. Well, if he felt bad at all, though the fact that he was caring for her at the moment told her that he was a good, caring man and would probably feel bad if she died. Maybe he'd at least bury her? She supposed that was a perk. Any other way, she'd have probably been left for weeks and would have rotted, without a proper burial. \nShe shook her head a little, trying to push those thoughts of the macabre from her mind. Her mind had settled that her death was imminent, and it was taking to her a very dark place; a place that she didn't want to stay in.\n\nAll thoughts fled her mind, however, as Col began to work on her leg. She knew she had to stay still and not move her leg, but it was so hard as the needle and thread passed through her flesh, gradually stitching the gaping wound shut. It burned though, even with the salve to numb the worst of the pain. Hot tears streaked down the young woman's face, and despite her best attempts to stop it, screams managed to escape from her. She couldn't help it... She cursed, she screamed, she cried... But despite it all, she did not move her leg. Somehow, she managed to stay still, though her fingernails left little red half-moons in the palms of her hand. \nThe moment he was done and released her leg, the young woman collapsed and sobbed. Her face had somehow taken on an even paler hue. She was clearly close to passing out, but slowly her body settled itself into an equilibrium. It was, of course, a precarious equilibrium, but an equilibrium nonetheless. \"Chest at the foot of the bed\" She whispered. \"Green bottle.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her nap didn't last long and it pissed off. The sheep that had been too frightened to run off into the winter storm were too terrified by Cecilia to make a single noise. The horse though.. It was like the large animal was doing it on purpose. Every few minutes after Cecilia would close her eyes, the horse would stomp its hoofs or make a noise out of habit like the damn snorting. Even SHE wasn't as annoying in her horse form, that she thought. Many though would claim that as a lie. \nStanding up with an agitated growl, Cecilia decided that it was time the horse left. Shifting into her human form, the cool wind nipped at her skin from the broken down barn door as she no longer had fur coat to protect her. This added to her annoyance. Cecilia walked towards the horse with caution while her hands were raised in front of her face. She focused on watching the ears. Every time they twitched backwards, Cecilia would pause in her step until they faced towards her again. \nShe managed to eventually reach the post the reigns were tethered to and began undoing the knots.\nAs she began to walk away, Cecilia furiously rubbed her hands up and down her arms as her bare skin started to freeze from the winter air. After she was far enough to her liking, she shifted into her wolf form, instantly relieving her of the winter air. \nThe horse was startled the moment it heard her shift and stared wide eyes at the large wolf petrified. Lowering her body into a threatening stance, Cecilia then ran towards the horse with a menacing snarl and within a split second, the large animal raced out into the night."
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"message": "Col sat up then walked over to the chest at the foot of her bed to retrieve the bottle. He sat it on the table next to her bed then walked back out to her, \"Moving you is also going to hurt.\" He gave her a few seconds, but while the pain was still there he figured he might as well just move her now. He picked her up off the floor to walk her over to her bed then laid her down gently. \"That should be it for tonight,\" He said with an exhausted sigh before he opened the bottle for her and handed it to her. If he was her he would have drank it all, but she didn't look like she could handle a whole bottle of spirits on her own. He walked back to the end of her bed taking a seat on the chest that he retrieved the bottle from. \n\nJust by looking around the house he could tell it was recently emptied. There were still a pair of Men's boots in the corner of the room. There's no way she lived there by herself for very long. He assumed it was the recent plague epidemic that had hit the North pretty bad just before the snow came. It was slowing down with the cold weather, but a lot of people had lost their lives during the thaw. It left a lot of young women living alone until they found someone to take them in or met much worse fates than the victims of the black death. \"Sleep well,\" He said to he before he stood up to give her space. \"I'll leave when the snow stops falling quite so hard if that's okay.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis let out a soft cry as he scooped her up and carried her to her bed, jarring her leg a little despite his attempt to be gentle with her. Really though, there was nothing anybody could do to keep her leg from hurting. As soon as she was in bed, she sank down into the blankets and the thick tick mattress, closing her eyes tightly as tears continued to slide freely down her cheeks. The general pallor of her face made it look like she was still at death's doorstep, but he had done all that he could for her at this point. Now it was just a matter of time. \nWith shaking limbs, she took the bottle of spirits and took several swigs, grimacing a little at the sharp burn of the alcohol. She didn't generally drink. This had been her father's bottle of spirits. Today, however, she was in so much pain that she'd take anything to make it go a little. By the time she was done drinking, about half the bottle was gone, but that was more than enough alcohol for someone as slight and short as she. \nAfter finishing, she corked it and laid it on the bed, leaning it up against the wall so that she could easily grab it if she needed some pain relief later. She was silent for a while, after that, then finally said quietly, yet with a bit of difficulty, \"Yes, of course. There's... There's food, in the root cellar. Under the rug.\" She closed her eyes, then continued. \"Thank you, for your help. I don't know how to repay you, Mr...\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "He softly shook his head when she offered him her food, \"No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, but during the winter you'll need all you can get with an injury like that.\" He thought about it for a second, \"I'll bring some up for you. I doubt you're going to want to chow down when you're in excruciating pain, but it'll help you build your strength.\" He turned to her when she thanked him again, \"You're welcome, and you owe me nothing.\" He nodded then filled in the blank when she didn't know what to call him, \"Col. You can just call me that. What should I call you?\" \n\nHe stood up to walk over to the frosted window and the snow was so intense he could hardly see out of it."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis gave him a soft, if weak, smile and replied, \"Amaryllis. Most people call me Amary though, for short... It's nice... It's nice to be officially introduced, Col.\"\nIt was kind of him to bring up some food for her. She didn't think that she could eat anything at all right now, but she would need to later. At the moment though, the pain was so intense that it was rather nauseating. A little part of her wanted to press him to eat, but it wasn't really her business. She had made the offer and was being the best host that she could be, given the circumstances."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col looked back at her from the window when she said it was nice to be officially introduced, \"Yes, it is.\" He smirked, \"It's definitely the most interesting way I've ever met a woman.\" He'd call her by her nickname in the future, but he thought her name was lovely. He walked out of the room the next second to bring her up some food from the cellar. \n\nHe brought her things that could sit out for a bit and wouldn't go back. A loaf of bread, some jam, and the rest of the fruit that she had down there which wasn't a lot. He brought them all over to her bed along with a jug of water an a knife. When she was all settled he made sure her fire would burn low enough for her to feel it, but not put her house in any danger of burning down. Col had many duties to perform, he couldn't imagine a ride to the village everyday being one of them, but he definitely wanted to check on her for the first few days at least. She was kind enough to let him stay, so he ventured back on the bench where he left his gloves so she could sleep or at least rest in a peaceful silence. He had a quick question though so he called out to her in the other room, he'd left the door open. \"Do you have any neighbors that would help you?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis took in his smirk with curiosity, her brow furrowing a little as soon as he disappeared down into the cellar. He was a bit strange to her, really. A bit brisk and matter-of-fact, yet he had these moments where a smirk would appear on his face that would warm those strong features and make him appear almost boyish. He was a handsome man, she thought idly, musing to herself mostly. A little bit of eye candy to make her life a little more bearable, and her musings about him provided a nice distraction. She spent most all her days with a flock of sheep, so to be in this close proximity to a human, particularly a rather handsome male. Just... Rather unfortunate circumstances. \nShe closed her eyes and pulled a blanket around her to keep herself a bit warmer. The room was warm, thankfully, but she'd also lost a lot of blood and her body temperature was fluctuating quite a bit at the moment as her body tried to regulate everything and regain control after so much blood loss. Her musings were interrupted by Col's question, though she didn't really mind. \"Not really,\" She replied. \"Everyone basically takes care of their own around here... Not much to spare, so few do. And the ones that would have...\" She swallowed hard, thinking of her family and others in her community that had been lost. \"We had a bout of the plague come through. Most... Most of them are gone.\" \nShe shifted a bit, trying to get more comfortable, but that only made the stitches pull and elicited a soft little grunt of pain from her."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "He didn't answer when she said she didn't have anyone to help her, he figured as much. It was brutal in the winter. It was for him too. He sighed, but at least she was set for a few days at least. He sucked his teeth when she mentioned the plague, \"I'm sorry.\" He didn't want to make any promises to her that he couldn't keep, so that was the last thing he said before a few long minutes of silence where he hoped the alcohol lulled her to sleep. \n\nHe knew he wasn't going to be able to see anything from the window, so he walked over to the door to see the conditions outside. It was still snowing, and pretty badly. He felt like he thawed quite enough though then walked back to pull on his gloves and cloak. He knew that he effectively saved he life. He knew she wasn't going to rot on that mattress. She didn't seem like the type that would, and he'd find a way to check on her in a few days... He hoped. He left out the big oak door into the cold again to go back to the barn for his horse.\n\nThe walk was a little smoother without carrying another person, but it was still awful. When he got to the barn it was pitch black... And empty. He looked around the horse for a few moments but the beast was obviously gone. There was no way he could get back to base on foot in the weather, and there was no way that horse untied himself. Col sat on a hay bale with his sword drawn waiting for whatever thief stole the horse to come back with it. There was no way an untrained rider was getting far with that stubborn horse in this weather... They'd be back."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Her mind lingered on her family and friends, all of whom were gone now. Taken by the plague... She still didn't understand why. They had been good , loving people! Why had the gods sent the plague down on them? Why had the gods allowed them to be taken, only to leave her all alone? She hated living so alone... But the alternative to living alone was to marry the pig farmer that her father had promised her to, which she had done her best to avoid. As awful as it seemed, she had only been able to avoid it because of her father's death, but now it seemed that she wouldn't be able to avoid it even now. With her flock gone, she didn't have many other options. It seemed like it was the pig farmer or the streets...\nThese thoughts lingered with her, preoccupying her mind to such an extent that she didn't even hear Col's response. Slowly though, her racing mind gradually slowed down, thanks to the effects of alcohol. Her eyes drifted shut and, before Col left, she had dozed off and was sleeping soundly. That was probably for the better though, as she would have probably worried about him if she had seen him going out into the snowstorm again."
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"message": "She watched as the horse ran off, feeling instant relief. Maybe now she would be able to get the well needed rest she has been begging for. Cecilia turned away from the barn door and strolled towards the furthest corner from the barn doors, shaking out the Icy snow from her fur. \nFinding a suitable spot to nap, the large wolf laid herself down and lowered her head to her legs. The silence besides the occasional soft cries from the sheep that weren't loud enough to bother her, made it easier for her to fall asleep. \nHer sleep felt peaceful and was very well needed, refuelling her for the long flight once the storm passed. It wasn't until she heard a sword unsheath from its scabbard that Cecilia immediately woke up. It was like an instinct for her to know when someone had drawn a weapon near her, allowing her to have the chance to choose between fleeing or fighting. Cecilia uncurled her body as she stood up before slowly stalking towards the man in the barn, studying him. He was definitely looking for his horse or possibly waiting for it, not knowing that she had scared the beast off. If he was lucky, maybe it would return in hopes it's master as they were quite loyal creatures when they grew attached enough. It wasn't a high hope considering Cecilia was still here."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col sat on the hay bale, alert because he knew what wasn't entirely sure what he say earlier out of the corner of his eye in that barn. The sword was for the thief, not for any animal that inhabited the barn. He left the sword resting on the hay bale next to him, his hands hung loosely between his legs as he sat wide legged, comfortable. The scent of the sheep's blood as well as Amaryllis' blood was still filling the place, he didn't feel the need to add anymore blood to the floor. What was left of the flock was moving around the barn, so the first few rustles from the wolf went mostly unnoticed because it went along with the soft munching of hay, and the light patter of the sheep moving around the barn. As the wolf came closer though, the flash of white fur caught his eye. \n\nThe wolf wasn't very far from him. He looked over, making direct eye contact with the beast. Wolves were magnificent animals, this one was particularly beautiful with its white fur and blue eyes. It was less of a stare down, more of a recognition. They seemed to both me taking in the sight of the other. It was certainly a large wolf, but in Col's mind a wolf was a wolf. If a wolf made up their mind to kill him, he knew the size of the animal didn't really matter all that much. Also considering the amount of dead sheep the wold probably wasn't interested in an after dinner snack. He raised his eyebrow then smirked at the wolf saying \"Hello,\" Before he turned his head, continuing to sit comfortably."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia didn't know what to make out of this man. Maybe he had a death wish? She wouldn't know. It left her stunned on the spot as he had given her direct eye contact and even spoke to her, unbeknownst to him that she was a shifter though usually her size gave it away. As the human male looked away from her, she didn't know what to do with herself as many would engage in a fight with her of run from fright. She enjoyed fighting, most times she would aggravate her target into initiating a fight rather than fleeing. \n**You're strange, human.** \nTilting her head to the left slightly so she was looking at him from an angle, Cecilia tried to figure out what her next step was and that, was to try and anger him. It's what she did best. Any reason for doing so? There never was one when it came to Cecilia. \n**If you're waiting for your ride, you may be waiting for quite the while. The horse is gone.**"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Col laughed shortly when she said that he was strange, \"Am I?\" He turned his whole body to sit facing the wolf now as she tilted her head at him, \"That may be a first. A person who can morph into animals calls a man sitting in a barn strange.\" He looked over at the post he'd tied his horse to when she said that the horse was gone, \"Yes.\" He shrugged, \"If he hasn't been killed, he'll return.\" Col looked over at all the dead sheep, \"Considering the large portion you've had for your dinner I'm not going to be easily convinced that you had room for a horse. I'll wait.\" \n\nHe looked back to the wolf, \"You're more than happy to take shelter here too. I have no intentions of using this sword against you.\" With that being said, and the shifter confirming that he probably had a long night ahead of him he relaxed back into the pile of hay behind him. He put both his feet up on another hay bale then crossed his arms over his chest casting his glance to the ceiling."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She couldn't help but be amused by the way the human spoke. She didn't move closer towards him, preferring to have her distance as a habit as she tried to figure out her next move. Perhaps she didn't need to fight this once as he didn't seem to be any threat towards her and if he was, he didn't have the weapons to prevent her from killing him. \n**I call you strange because you don't seem the slightest bit scared of me. Especially after seeing the state that human girl you left with was in. Not that I intentionally did that, technically she stabbed herself out of her own clumsiness.** \nShaking her head, she decided to lay down in the spot she standing on seeing how he was no threat. **And if you did use that sword against me, it wouldn't get you that far.**\n\nHe looked so sure with himself, relaxing against the hay like he had nothing to fear. For now, she was no threat to him as that would just be an unnecessary kill. Perhaps she could use this to advantage and have him keep her from spiralling down into boredom. When she got bored, Cecilia would often find a way to entertain herself, even if it was at another person's expense."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"It takes a lot more than the tragic defeat of a woman no bigger than my thumb to frighten me, Shifter. You can't possibly have found any glory in that...\" He said then crossed his legs one over the other too. When she said it was unintentional he nodded, \"If you find any interest in this, I think she'll survive her own clumsiness.\" He looked over to see the wolf settling down on her legs. She couldn't help but play the tough role, saying he wouldn't get very far with his sword, and he couldn't help but smile. \"Far enough to make this bountiful evening very unpleasant for you,\" He spoke with a raised eyebrow. \"If you derive some sort of pleasure from the fact that I'm well aware you can kill me,\" He shrugged. \"I'm aware that you can kill me,\" He said simply as he closed his eyes. \n\nCol certainly did feel strange in that moment. He felt more inclined to sleep out in the freezing cold bard with a wolf than he was in a warm house with another human. There was definitely something wrong with him, he had a preference for excitement and danger."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia mentally chuckled as he spoke, of course she found no glory of the human's mishap as it was merely an inconvenience for her. **I don't care whether she survives or not. All I wanted was two sheep to feed on and I would have left her and the rest of the flock alone. I even told her that but she needed to make things difficult.** Not that Cecilia was complaining. Instead of only satisfying her stomach with enough food to get by, the shifter was now completely full. Something she hadn't felt in a while as she was always on the move. \n\n**So what do I call you by human?** She asked as she had decided to learn more about this man. There was nothing else the two of them could do as they waited for the night to be over or for the snow to be light enough for her to fly in."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "He could understand why Amaryllis was protective of the flock, but he also understood that the shifter had to eat too. He felt the same sense of compassion when a thief was punished to stealing food from a shop. Col hummed lowly, \"She has to be protective over what's making her money. I'm not sure where you're from, but winter around here is the most brutal time. Two sheep could mean a lot less meals for her. She's just trying to survive.\" He only took a second before he said, \"I know you are too, and people aren't willing to help you because of what you are. This situation was never going to end well, but I think it ended about as well as it could for the both of you.\" \n\nIt was pretty terrible for him, but that was okay. \"Col,\" He said then sat his head up to look towards the barn doors when he thought he heard his horse, but it was just some branches falling heavy with snow. It was starting to settle down, falling softer and less plump. \"What do I call you?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The man who called himself Col interested her. Not many would see where she came from when it came to situations like these. She almost felt bad for making his horse run off into the night as he had done nothing but help the female and didn't talk to her like she was a pest. She wasn't going to apologise though, it wasn't the type of thing the shifter did. \n\nIt though puzzled her as she tried to figure out why the human came to the barn in the first place. It was a death wish in her mind for a human to be riding out when the snowstorm was almost at its worst. Surely it wasn't that important that he would risking freezing out in the snow.\n\nDeciding against asking Col, she figured it was best she kept her questions to herself. **My name isn't of any importance to you, I am just about to leave anyways.** She spoke simply before looking out towards the snow as it was now lightly falling. This would be the perfect chance for her to fly. Shifting without a care for the human watching her, Cecilia shrank into her eagle form. It was a quick and simple shift seeing how she had been well fed and rested. Without a goodbye, Cecilia launched herself into the air with her large wings. Her feathers captured the air as she forced them towards the ground multiple times yet not connecting with the floor which allowed her to gather enough momentum to race out of the barn and into the sky."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The woods always happened to be Vanessa's favourite place to be. The sound of the wind and light snow blowing through the branches caused the leaves to rustle. She was careful with each step she took, having the knowledge that there was some game nearby. She had been tracking them for the past half hour, finding it was quite easy from the prints they left in their path. Their tracks had started to become more visible, meaning she was close. She did this type of thing for fun, how else was she to cure her boredom when she wasn't hunting down people? It was all she grew up knowing. \n\nCatching a golden blur in the corner of her eye, Vanessa furrowed her brow confused as it had been in the opposite direction. It was also too large and a completely different colour to what she had been tracking. Perhaps if she left it alone, it would do the same for her. She decided to leave it be and focused back on the task at hand. She wasn't idiotic enough to not be completely unaware of her surroundings and made sure to keep her ears listening for anything that could be trying to sneak up on her. Reaching over her shoulder, Vanessa unhooked her Bow from her quiver and also slid out an arrow, readying herself for when she found the herd. \n\nUnfortunately further she travelled, the more the uneasy feeling grew in her stomach causing her to eventually stop. Vanessa knew when it was time to listen to her stomach and held onto the grip of her bow tightly before she raised it with the arrow and pulled tightly back along with the string. She could feel her heart begin to race as soon as she heard a feline snarl to her right. She aimed the arrow towards the source of the noise and her eyes widened in surprise. There was a larger than average big cat staring towards her. What scared her the most was the intelligent look it had in its eyes unlike other wild beasts. \"What the actual fuck.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan had been riding for awhile, Godfrey the hawk circling above. The man had stayed characteristically silent as his horse plodded through the snow. It wasn't until Godfrey cried out that Ifan pulled back on his reigns and laid them over a tree branch after sliding off of the saddle. The hunter pulled on the wolf's head cowl he had crafted from his first kill, it was tradition to wear it on hunts. Ifan crouched forward, following Godfrey's directions with his bow in hand. After several moments of stalking he found a scene he hadn't expected. \n\nA shifter in feline form was staring down a woman, a hunter by the looks of her. Ifan watched the exchange for only several seconds before deciding on what to do. He doubted the woman was a shifter hunter, and if she was, he doubted that she was better than him. Ifan quickly knocked an arrow and fired at the beast. The arrow's intention was primarily to distract the beast, though maiming it would be nice as well. \"Wairua!\" He shouted in, his cry echoing in the still forest."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The large feline began to move towards her, its pace slow, taunting her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Vanessa went to pull her fingers away from the string but noticed an arrow suddenly lodge itself into the beast's shoulder. Her head snapped towards the direction it had come from and could only see the outline of his body. The big cat walked towards one of the closest trees and ran it's body along the base of the tree, snapping the arrow in the process. Fortunately, it wasn't able to pull the tip and half the shaft that had been lodged in its shoulder out. \n\nVanessa could only look on in shock as she watched this happen, the large animal was acting as if it had been nothing but a nuisance. That's when the realisation hit her. It was a fucking shifter. Out of all the bad luck she had been having, this would have to have been the worst. She had only heard stories but knew what they were capable of. \n\nVanessa was about to release her arrow but decided against angering it more, she knew their healing capabilities and the fact that only silver could really harm them. As she was about to run, the large feline gave her one last look, a promise it was coming back for her before it ran off towards the male."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan had time to lose another arrow at the beast, cursing as it only grazed the cat's ear. He tossed his bow into the snow and drew his silversteel sword and dagger. Ifan knew the beast would use its speed and weight to pounce upon him, something that he doubted even he could dodge. He moved to stand behind a tree, peaking out around it.\n\n\"I am here you stinking piece of shit! You are a runt and a pup, your pelt will make a nice shawl!\" Ifan was shouting at beast for a reason. He wanted to goad it into being angry, to just rush at him. Another was the hate he possessed for their kind. While the shifter did not appear to be one of the Far Gone, he still hated it. Just not as much."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The large beast raced towards the tree he had been hiding behind. Hearing the man's words, the feline sneered and suddenly switched the path it had planned on taking. It weaved through the trees, making sure to use the thicker ones along with the leaves that hung off the branches as an attempt to keep her body hidden. Vanessa could only watch in horror as she could no longer see the beast personally, it made everything a lot more dangerous when the attacker's location was unknown, to her that was.\n\nThe feline continued to run through the forest, almost like she was circling him. Reaching the other side of where it had been originally standing, the large beast sprinted towards the male with its teeth bared. Aiming for the obvious target for a shifter, the neck."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan had been listening since the beast had hidden itself. He was crouched low himself with both blades in hand as he waited for the shifter's attack. Ifan quieted his breathing as he strained to hear the beast. Since it had disappeared, it had decided to not charge him. Ifan swore once more under his breath. He put the tree to his back and scanned the area in front of him. \n\n\"Let's just finish this, runt!\" Ifan shouted into the woods. His plan, as simple as it was, was to side step and slash. It would turn into a nasty fight, and Ifan planned on fighting on his toes."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The large shifter's body was no longer hidden as the branches broke apart revealing the angered shifter as it ran towards the male human. It's eyes locked on him, eyeing him with a bloodlust glare. Using her hind legs, it threw itself into a lunge and and snapped it fangs towards him. \n\nVanessa was scared for the man's life and knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she ran. She wouldn't have have known the outcome and whether the man survived or not. Guilt would overcome her as he was the one who saved her from the beast, for now."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "As the beast flew at Ifan he spun to his right, slashing at the shifter's flank. He felt glad as his silversteel blade connected, though he was dismayed as it's paw caught his shoulder. The blunt force hurt but he was lucky enough to only have received a scratch from its claw. \n\nIfan didn't let up, however, and turned back towards the shifter to bring his sword down in an overhead attack, aiming at its neck. He shouted angrily, almost sounding as feral as his foe,"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The beast screamed in pain as it felt the silver cut cleanly through its flesh. The shifter lost strength in its limbs and landed head first into the large trunk. Due to the agony of where it had been wounded and the current dazed state it was in, the shifter didn't have time to recover as the sword sliced cleanly through it's neck.\n\nVanessa had been running towards them in time to see the head roll from the twitching body. Her pace slowed to a walk as she neared him, her eyes shifting between the corpse and the injured man. \"I can't believe you killed it.\" It was all she could say."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan panted as the beast's blood oozed out of its wounds, red blood melting the white snow. His adrenaline slowly faded as he gently kicked the shifter's head with his boot. As the hunter from earlier approached him he did nothing but look at her, blood still dripping off of his blade.\n\n\"Well its not moving, so I believe it,\" Was his blunt reply. Ifan took a small rag out of his kit and began to dry the blade. He would later skin his prey and didn't wish to soul the pelt more than he already had. \"You would've been dead if you hadn't been so lucky.\" Ifan was dressed in his hunting clothes, which consisted of mostly brown animal furs. He wouldn't have looked too different than those he hunted."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan simply glanced at her as she talked. \"It's warm and didn't cost me anything.\" Once he had finished cleaning his blade, the shifter hunter returned the rag to its proper place and slid his weapon back into its sheath. Ifan approached the beast and grunted as he lifted it over his shoulder. He whistled several notes, which echoed between the trees until a large black horse arrived. Frosty air shot from its nostrils when it laid its eyes upon the shifter resting over Ifan's shoulder. Ifan walked to his horse and talked calmly to the beast before slinging the shifter's carcass over the horse's rump. Ifan also used several ropes to secure the carcass to his mount.\n\n\"They don't. When they are young they begin shifting, and if they don't shift, they die.\" His tone was matter of fact as he talked to the stranger. Ifan didn't recognize it, but he thought himself a sort of expert on the Wairua shifters."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa was shocked to say the least when he explained the shifter to her. \"That's horrible.\" She commented before remembering this shifter had just tried to kill her. Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, she dropped the shifter's skull and watched as it sunk into the snow. Her palms were now covered in blood but she didn't mind, instead she walked a couple steps away and watched the man with the horse. \"Are they all bloodthirsty like that one?\" She asked while throwing her thumb over her shoulder, pointing towards the head. \"And how do you know so much?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan shrugged as she commented on the shifters' early struggle. Less shifters trying to kill him, and less for him to kill. The same thing really. As she dropped the head Ifan went to pick it up. There was an empty sack that hung from the horse's saddlebags. It didn't remain empty as Ifan approached the bag with the shifter's head, opening the sack and dropping the head inside. He had shaken most of the blood out on his walk to the horse.\n\n\"I know so much because I've spent my life fighting them. Hunting, more recently. There's a lot more out in the Far Gone.\" Ifan checked over the saddle and riding gear before going to retrieve his bow. He picked up the hunting weapon and stowed it after shaking the snow from the wood and string."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "His job seemed a lot more fun than her own. Her targets were always too easy to kill or capture and she needed a challenge. \"Could you teach me?\" She asked, though she didn't allow herself to become hopeful. This man didn't know her and she had no clue to who he was, if anything she expected him to say no. In her mind, it was always worth asking because people had the tendency to surprise others with their answer. \"I know how to shoot and hand to hand combat. I just want to learn because you wouldn't be with me if I ever got attacked by one again.\" \n\nHer lips pursed together as she watched the man, wondering if he perhaps had been tracking this beast. It was always a possibility. \"Can I have your name atleast?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Ifan looked at her for one moment, his eyes cold and calculating. He said nothing as his hands fumbled around in one of his saddlebags. His gloved hands removed a small plant leaf from his bags. Ifan placed the leaf in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. \"I have several names, really. You can call me Ifan.\" \n\nThe shifter hunter nestled the leaf in his mouth for several more moments before continuing. \"How would you pay me for this training?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She had to rack her brain for anything she could offer to this man, it took her a couple minutes before a thought occurred in her head. She knew it wasn't a smart idea but it was better than anything. \"How many gold pieces will it take?\" \n\nIt wouldn't really be stealing in her eyes, her father took all she had when she refused to work for the Ice lord's army. She knew her way around the kingdom and all the easy break in points to her home."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin was, admittingly, a little lost. Not in the philosophical sense, as in lacking direction in life. Nah, he had plenty of that. He was, quite literally, lost. As in, scratching his chin with one hand and a map in the other. The present captain of the honor guard (For the last one had been put to the axe recently, after being found chatting it up with a conspiring prisoner) looked over Darin's shoulder and gave an equally confused shrug. \"Oh, by the comatic.. This is *Practically* My domain, how are you people not able to navigate it?!\" Darin exclaimed, with more than a little frustration in his voice. A swift hand was raised as he gave the captain of the guard a slap on the back of the head. It lacked the effect Darin had desired, as a resounding metallic 'clang' met him from the captain's helmet, and he was left with a slightly aching left hand and a profusely appologising captain.\n\n\"Finding our forces in this region should not be difficult.. They ought to be razing castle Kernkov by now, if the captain is doing his job proper.\" Darin continued, to no one in particular, sucking for a moment on his bruised pinky. After all, a great gout of flame and pillar of smoke reaching into the skies, that would be a fairly easy thing to spot. Perhaps a little more context was needed for the sitation. The lord of castle Kernkov had boldly stood up against Darin's demands to submit his land, people and posessions to the Duchy of the Grey Hills. Darin had responded in a fairly diplomatic manner, by sending a decent chunk of his standing army, led by one of his most trusted captains, to promptly put the Lord to the axe and seize what he considered rightfully his. This all had been a good couple weeks ago, before the king gave up the ghost. Now priorities had changed, and Darin needed to gather his various captains and commanders for the planned march on Iron Gate. Unfortunately, no one had been to aware of the captain's position, as his latest corespondence had been about a week ago. Fed up with his advisor saying that they simply didn't know where the forces were located, Darin had opted to take things into his own hands. After slamming said advisor's head in a door a couple times, Darin had gathered a section of his personal guard and left. Gods, how hard could it be, to find a rampaging military force in a relatively small region?\n\nTurns out, far harder than you'd expect. Standing in a small clearing atop a forrested hill, Darin grumbled quietly to himself and shielded his eyes from the orange evening sun. Once again his eyes darted down to the map in little spazms, leaving him with no improvements in the knowledge of his whereabouts. Suppose this is what he got for fluking geography class with his tutors, instead chasing after cute maids or beating the living daylights out of some unfortunate sod who happened to be in his way. The honor guard captain, who was a recent promotion and had never set foot in this region, was not finding much success either. Soon the sun would be setting, and that would do very little to improve Darin's chances at finding the proper directions. It all ended up culminating in a slight outburst, with Darin promptly letting out a guttural and thoroughly unpleasant noise, mounting his horse, and pointing in whatever direction his gut was pointing him. It was a direction that might as well be described as east-west, as he really had no idea where it would take him. But anything was better than standing at this wretched hilltop. It felt as if the very land here was mocking him, and Darin would take great joy in seeing any burnt castles in the area.\n\nThe honor guard was quick to mount up and follow him. While there were the odd suspicions that Darin had no idea what he was doing, no one spoke up about it. The last fellow who had done so had been left a couple kilometers back, tied to a tree and left until they would come and pick him up on the way back home. Darin made no conscious effort to remember his whereabouts. Instead, he was fully focused on trying to find the captain. \"Geh.. I smell..\" Darin remarked, stopping for a moment. Luckily he was quick to continue, for anyone who had the audacity to say something snarky about \"You certainly do sir\" Would probably have lost a finger or two. \".. Smells like..\" He tilted his head back, giving the air a couple inquisitive sniffs. \".. *Burning*.. Mhm, smells like smoke. Hm, perfect! Perhaps the captain is actually getting his job done.\" Darin remarked, trotting along in the direction his nose pointed him. The honor guard captain gave him a quick compliment about his keen sense of smell, which Darin didn't particularily listen to. A murder of crows passed by above. In a clearing below a gang of men trotted along on their horses. Up ahead, a castle was breaking out in flames. Good pickings for scavengers, man and beast alike.\n\nRiding forth, Darin had a keen smile on his lips. Still, he felt the odd foreboding sensation that something wasn't quite the way it ought to be. Slowly it eroded his smile, replacing it with a suspicious expression of darting eyes and pursed lips. His rough fingertips found themselves gently tracing across the handle of his ax, which was strapped to the side of his mount. He caressed it not too differently from how a man might caress his lover, or close the eyes of a dead comrade. Every little crease and crack in the wooden handle felt all the more clear to him, and it granted him a sense of comfort. The entourage of 22, a duke and his guards, strode forth in silence. It was only broken by the sound of hoofs, and the odd whine from the horses. By now, things were gradually opening up to Darin.. Judging by what little he had garnered from the map earlier, they were far too south for that burning to be castle Kernkov. Yet the smell was only becoming all the more smokey and thick, even evoking a brief cough from one of the guards. A tangible tension filled the air, and wordlessly the horses formation grew tighter."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Whalren Achov - Northwindian Forest- The forest became less and less dense with trees as Whalren dragged his wagon of logs through it. The smell of smoke and the sceams of grown men filled the forest air. In the distance over the treeline a vast plume of gray filled the horizon like clouds. A confused look appeared on the bear person's face, but his pace didnt slow towards the intense chaos.\n\n\"KILL ME! KILL ME!\" A man set completely ablaze ran past Whalren pleading \"KILL ME\". Without hesitation Whalren swung his hook into the man's neck tearing his throat out. A rush of blood shot from his neck onto Whalrens clothes and poured down the man's burned torso. The bear man yanked his hook out of him and the man's lifeless body crumpled to the ground and gurgled helplessly. More blood spewed out from his throat. Whalren picked the reigns of his wagon and would have continued his trek if not the wave of armed approaching horsemen screaming at him. He had just killed one of their men."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "As much as the local burning person stunk of fat, grease, smoke and flesh, Darin could conclude that there was more fire about. Further, most men didn't just go running through the woods on fire without a damn good reason for doing so. There had to be a source of burning people, and considering that the average person burnt for a couple of minutes at most (Darin had overseen the occasional burning during his earlier days..), it was somewhere nearby. He failed to recognise the man as one of his own, mostly thanks to the schorched clothing and distinct lack of skin. Instead of focusing on trivialities like that, he turned to the beast of a man who just casually ripped his throat out. Pointing a sharp finger, Darin promptly exclaimed \"You there, yes, you, on the wagon! Only other person around!\" As he trotted up nearby. \"Where is the fire?! And don't act as if you are not very much aware of where burning people are running from, it is not something easily missed!\" Already Darin's temper was starting to get the better of him, with his pointing becoming less domineering, and more accusing. Almost instinctively, Darin's guard spread out. Two of them on either of his sides, with others working their way around and encircling the wagon. They were, understandably, rather worried about the hook-handed man who just killed someone. A perfectly reasonable thing to be worried about, honestly."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Whalren looked behind himself and to each side in case the screaming horserider was adressing someone else. As the rider approached they became at nearly eye level with eachother. \"Ill be honest mate, he's really the first burning guy I've seen all day. He just strolled on up next to me and asked me to kill 'im\" He held his hand and hook up and shrugged his shoulders. \" Strange request I thought, but to each their own I suppose\" The Horseman screamed to know where the men had come from and Whalrenm, without breaking eye contact, pointed in the direction the man came. \"There\" He said."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin sat there, watching the cart director explain himself in a far too casual manner. It made him sputter for a moment, gabbling a bit as he tried to coherently express the mixture of annoyance and anger that was only growing more and more intense by the minute. \"Wh- I, no, shut up! Yeah, th- Zip it! I don't care about how many burning people you've seen all day, nor by extension, in your life!\" He exclaimed, with a bit of a groan following. Still, the pointing was enough to make the annoyed noble turn his attention that way. \".. Right, well, that will have to be good enough!\" Further directions would have been all good, but hey, Darin took what he could get and made the best out of it. That was how he had transformed a peaceful farming community into a military powerhouse over the span of a handful years. Quickly taking off, his guard was left in the dust for a moment before they all rallied, horses whining as they strode away after the Duke. By now he was gritting his teeth, and as the edge of the forest quickly grew closer and closer, his grip around the axe, which left its harness on the horse, grew tighter and tighter. There was clearly fighting going on, and considering the fact that he was in the process of having this entire region brought under his lovely leather boot, it was his concern."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "\"Actually yeah, I was just ov'ah that area where that on fire guy came runnin' from\" Whalren coughed as he grabbed the reigns of his wagon and began to get a move on. \"I'd be glad to show ya's over there if you'd like\" The screams of men intensified and the glow of a burning campsite backlit the treeline."
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"message": "Two days ago.\n\nThere has always been an inherent beauty in victory. The human psyche can experience thousands of emotions in a minute, but none of them are as pungent and satisfying as the feeling of crushing your enemies beneath your boot. John De Burgh would dream of leading a politically united Northwind and watching his people frolic in economic prosperity. In his sleep, his most vulnerable state, he would toss and turn side to side as images of a heavenly nation filled his every thought. There has always been beauty in victory, and this image, to John, was a taste; a taste he did not want to feel disappear. For this reason, John was slightly vexed when he was awoken by a Knight aligned with the black dagger century, a military unit composed of the country's most tenacious counterintelligence operatives and spies. His brown eyes would be misleadingly soft as he awoke. Gaining consciousness, he would turn his attention towards the Knight, who would be steadfast on his way to John's bedside, hastily igniting the oil lamp and exposing him to the warmth of burning oil. Around him, the magnificent lavender tapestries of the Keep's regency bedroom would be illuminated.\n\nThe Knight would stand erect before his leader, and would wait tenaciously to be addressed. Reaching for his morning glasses, John would place them on the bridge of his nose, sitting up before the knight before rising to get himself dressed. \n\n\"How may I be of service to you, Knight? By your armor insignia, you are denoted a Black Dagger. I trust you have information useful to me?\" John would say cooly, as he placed over him his black cloak embroidered with Northwind's coat of arms.\n\n\"Yes, sire. I am stationed in the fourteenth cohort, sixth legion steadfast in the Grey Hills region of Northwind. I do have a report I believe to be of extreme importance to the council. Darin, Duke of Grey Hills has openly spoken against the new leadership and has orated against you whilst also murdering one of my comrades, who he claims to have attempted to murder him, in cold blood. He is currently mobilizing, attempting to gain control of the country. I and my squadron of daggers have determined the precise location of his northernmost camp, where he seems to currently be stationed.\" The dagger would say, coming at ease before John.\n\nJohn would be seated on the lavender cushion by the foot of his bed, quickly comprehending the gravity of the situation. However, he of all people knows that victory must be achieved by any means. The proliferation of armed forces will be necessary for the quest for controlling and growing Northwind as a nation. It was the breaking hours of dawn, yet John knew he must take control of the situation in order to appease not only the people but the council. Regardless of how the council saw him, John understood without qualms that he must preserve the integrity of their rule. He would get fully dressed, placing around his neck the amulet of Northwind, a symbolic necklace embroidered with 10 separately colored sapphires, signifying the number of dynasties that ruled before the council. Whoever bore the amulet was also the ruler of Northwind.\n\nHe would turn his attention towards the knight, who handed John the written report from his intelligence gained in the south. Nodding to him, John dismissed the knight and pocketed his report. Hastily marching out the lavender bedroom, he marched down the regent hallways, his footsteps casting a resonant fortissimo throughout the entirety of the keep. The marble walls that separated him from Northwind's bitter climate would near be toppled by the sheer force placed upon them by John's movement as he stormed the Council meeting room, which was unsurprisingly vacant, except for the keeper, whose duties were to report to the council if an emergency meeting was declared, and declared it was. In a matter of minutes, Northwinds richest and most powerful flooded into the council chambers, where the dripping white candles would illuminate the sheer cunning and ruthlessness of their cruel and worn visages.\n\nEach taking their respective seats, John would march over to the crystal white drapes, and pull them away harshly, bequeathing the councilmen with the natural power of the Sun, whose might was seen rarely by the inhabitants of Northwind, as it seldom showed over the vast and mighty mountain range that preceded it. Like the snow that covered the grounds of the vast country, the councilmen would soon be exposed to something beyond their control if they let this dire situation escape their grasp. The only thing blocking the council from dripping out of their control in this situation, literally and metaphorically, was John De Burgh, who stood triumphant in the wake of war, not afraid to spill blood to ensure the safety and prosperity of his people. Turning his head over to his comrades, he spoke.\n\n\"I apologize to each of you for disturbing your sound slumber, for the needs of this country have presented themselves,\" John spoke quietly, yet reassuringly as he stood above the seated council, pacing the chambers back and forth, his hands sheathed in his pockets. \"In our south, a rebellion rises. A rebellion bent on destroying our people, their homes, and their posterity. A rebellion that we, as the saviors of this nation, shall vanquish by any means. Esteemed councilmen, it is time we showed the people of Northwind the power of a united voice, united peoples...\" A short pause would ensue before John once again began to speak. \"In order to ensure stability and order, we must destroy the rebellion and bring peace and prosperity to this country as soon as possible. For as the leaders of this country, we owe it to our people that we ensure their peace and ever longing prosperity.\"\n\nThe room went silent, and a time for what felt like hours would transpire as the councilmen exchanged glances with one another amidst the crackling embers of the dripping white candles that would occur between them. Silence would be broken as the council clammered among themselves. Soon, they broke apart and nodded assuringly to each other. The Baron of Vranovo arose from his seat and spoke.\n\n\"The council recognizes and approves John De Burgh's resolution to take military action against the ensuing rebellion in order to ensure the safety and prosperity of the country and its people. I, Baron of Vranovo, pledge my military services in light of these events and I wish to dispatch forces quickly to meet Duke Darin steadfast in the battlefield.\" The Baron would pocket his parchment, and seat himself once again at the table. This declaration would mark the beginning of a conflict that would determine the future of Northwind.\n\n A faint smirk would appear on John's face, for he just experienced his first victory in what would hopefully transpire to be the successful unification of Northwind. Placing his hands firmly on the council table, John would quietly speak.\n\n\"Baron, I much appreciate your tenacity and valor in dealing with this potential conflict. In light of your courage, I place you in command of my fourth, fifth, and seventh cohorts in the South, in addition to your own soldiers. Find these rebels at their northernmost camp, and burn everything you see, take prisoners, and most importantly, be merciless. I want that camp rendered inhospitalitable before they can make any substantial use from it...\" John would turn his attention to the rest of the council and would allow them to return to their chambers with the exception of the Baron, who would begin his journey to the South at dawn.\n\nOld guard. What does that mean? What does it mean to pledge your allegiance to a nation constantly plagued and bloodied by what it has never achieved; unification. Many tell their posterity that doing something repeatedly makes you experienced and professional. The Baron of Vranovo has a talent for war and bloodshed, as he has seen it every day since the day he swore his oath to defend this country. It was the dead of night, and the only truth he knew was victory, and he was approaching it more and more by the moment as the rebel camp came closer and closer into view, his army behind him as they plummeted through the dense forests, beginning to break the enemy lines penetrating the fortifications of the camp. The Baron, as he approached the camp's entrance, ordered the army to halt, as he did a full turn around his horse and addressed his men.\n\n \"Men... We have traveled hundreds of miles for a purpose. That purpose is to uphold the future of our posterity who will live thousands of years ahead of us and remember this day as the day that secured their future. Today is the day Northwind will remember as the day their future began. We have prepared and trained years for the day we raise swords for our country, and today is the day we do it. We attack at night to surprise our enemy and turn them into a confused mess of soldiers who cannot defend themselves. Right now, most of the enemy forces are likely asleep but be prepared for anything. The fifth cohort will surround the camp and capture those who attempt to escape. The fourth and seventh will be directly involved in the flaming of the camp and will be fighting on the front. The fifth cohort and my army will be ready to provide reinforcements from the North if need be. Now, knights, it is time we secured the future of our kin and the future of our people. Now, Move! Move to position and carry upon yourselves the will of your country!\"\n\nWith that, the battle plans went into effect, with the fifth cohort and the Baron's forces surrounding the city to capture prisoners while the fourth and seventh razed the camp. The smoke could be seen for miles, but the screams of surprised and unprepared soldiers would be heard across the entire continent."
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"message": "Darin froze for a moment, bringing his steed to a halt. Despite being more than willing to leap into battle, draw blood, and have an all in all good time, he could do basic mathematics. The fact that his camp was most likely being razed meant that the enemy probably had, *At least*, similar numbers to the regional army he had sent out. That being, more than the 21 bodyguards he had with him. He'd need a bit of backup, that was for sure.. Glancing over at the burly fellow behind him, Darin cracked a smile. \"Say, I could use a guide there.. And, some extra muscle too. You have that giant menacing hook, and you seem rather fond of taking lives! How about I even pay you to do it?!\" Darin exclaimed as he reached into his cloak. It was practically one of the most basic rules of nobility to always carry some decent coinage on you. Enough to pay off anyone you felt like, but not enough to make you a worthwhile target for robbers. A fragile economical balance."
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"message": "Not realizing he would be payed, Whalren confusedly stuffed the bag of coin into his pocket. \n\n\"Well, that's very kind of you yeah\" He said looking at the rider.\n\nDragging the wagon in the correct the direction he darted off towards the smoke and debris before the horsemen were fully ready. He was leading them to the attacked camp, but it would be easy to misunderstand this and think he was sprinting off with the money."
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"message": "Darin was quick to take off after the large sized stranger. Of course, Darin himself didn't even suspect that he'd make a run for it. Most of his guard, including the captain. Darin for one was far too occupied with psyching himself up for battle, getting his blood pumping and heart beating. He didn't even consider the fact that he might not be trying to slam an axe into someone in about 40 seconds, because honestly, he had come this entire way- The least he could expect was a good scrap while he was here. \"Of course, of course, people back home call me Duke Darin the Kind!\" Of course, every single time *Anyone* Had referred to him as \"The kind\" Had done so ironically."
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"message": "Octavious Whylder I\n\nEast Whylder Estate\n\nPresent Day\n\n\n\n\nEast Master Whylder began to grow frustrated, hunching over his desk, he had already waited two minutes for his caravan representatives to appear in his office. Kharlyle looked to no god, but by lord did he pray for this war, and now that he finally had the opportunity to pounce on it, these useless fucking caravan representatives decide to take their fucking time walking up to his office. He could feel the coin slipping through his fingers with every passing second.\n\nBut alas, a streak of amber light shown through the crack of the hardwood double doors. Two men, laden in scars and scrappy armor entered in a rushed pace. They approached the desk but about ten feet before kneeled in genuflect.\n\nKharlyle presses his forefinger and thumb between his eyes and breathed deeply.\n\n\"Get the FUCK OFF YOUR KNEES THIS FUCKING SECOND BEFORE I HAVE YOU FUCKS SKINNED AND DRAGGED UP THE SIDE OF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN BY A FUCKIN-\" Kharlyle tone got increasingly more abrasive until a brief halt. \"... Just get the fuck up gentelmen\" Kharlyle readjusted himself. \"We don't have time for this today\"\n\n\"I'm sorry sir...\" One man said, the other was too stricken to say much of anything. Both men stood back up and approached the desk, now within true speaking distance. \n\nThese men were purebred by Kharlyle, his loyal bloodhound slavers. They were about two and half decades old and born and raised knee deep in slaver culture. They were crafted by Kharlyle to be the most inhuman brutal people he was capable of creating, and they led his caravans. Caravans were entirely slave operated to maximize profit, and while this wouldn't work under a usual buisness model, Kharlyle's was no usual model. He needed enforcers, his bloodhounds, to create a tangible film of fear among the slaves operating the caravan, they needed to make it clear that if they even thought out of line, death would be the consequence. Now convincing slaves to man their posts when they could realistically escape at any time into a foreign country where slavery was illegal was difficult, but an everyday task for these Bloodhounds.\n\n\"You know why I called you boys in here?\" Kharlyle's yellow white grin shown in the dimly lit room. The two men just stood silently.\n\n\"I'm not confident we do sir\" One man said through pursed lips. \n\n\"Well there's a new war in Northwind-\" Kharlyle was interrupted.\n\n\"What else is new\" One man stepped in.\n\nKharlyle would have reprimanded the man for speaking over him, but war put him in too cheery of a mood. \"Yes. And war means profit, yeah?\" Kharlyle reclined in his chair. \"So you two are my caravan leaders, my loyal bloodhounds, and now, my royal trade representatives of Twin Mount Industries\" \n\n\"Well, what does this entail, sir\" The other man asked nervously.\n\n\"You fucks are practically on vacation\" Kharlyle laughed loudly as a confused look appeared on the men's faces. \"No slaves to enforce or anything, just easy travel down to the south for one of you and Irongate for the other\" Kharlyle arbitrarily pointed at each man to signify where they were going.\n\nThe men were visibly elated at their new situation, though they stayed very reserved for the occasion as Kharlyle went into detail about their mission. As the men were dismissed they began to leave but Kharlyle stopped them.\n\n\"Remember boys, you two are representing Twin Mount, you are representing Whylderheld and most importantly of all you represent Master Mercurio and I... So if you fuck this, you know what will happen.\" The hounds didn't take these threats lightly, after all, there was a third bloodhound at one point.\n\n~\n\nThe two carriages and their preparations were sent off after a few hours. The caravans would arrive to Zacharov and De Burgh by tomorrow. Kharlyle would have to look further into this Rhoderick character."
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"message": "It was six o'clock late day, the light was dimmed at Master Kharlyle's request in Mercurio's grand dining hall. The dining room was always lit by whale oil lamps hung from grand chandeliers, but today these were extinguished, the only light from the room would be the candles on the table and that of the setting sun shown through their grand stained glass windows. Mercurio sat at the head of the table and his brother Kharlyle sat on chair way from him, a strange place for a person of his class, but it was a stressful week and he just wanted to conversate with his brother without having to scream down a twenty five foot table. All tension and animosity seemed to felter away between the two as they were served hot bread and began their Whylder banter. At this time, they were boys again, let loose from their stress and the responsibilities they created."
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"message": "\"It's good to see you again, Lyle. Been such a stressful week for you and I.\" Mercurio said, grinning as he reached over and took hold of his brother's shoulder. Then as he leaned back, he gave out a sigh and waited for the soups to come out.\n\n\"At least we can rest easy for a bit with Morcaster out of the picture. That annoying bloke...\" He muttered, taking off his rings and glove. \"Oh, did you see this yet?\"\n\nMercurio held up his newly made ring and let Kharlyle take it into his hand. It featured hands made of silver holding up a black, see-through gem that can different colors inside it. The hands also were designed to wear their own rings, too.\n\n\"What do you think?\" He then nodded to the servant who brought their soup, promptly grabbing a piece of bread and tearing into shreds before dipping them and eating them."
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"message": "Kharlyle held the ring closely, inspecting its many fine details, and scoffed with laughter when he saw that the hands holding up the gem were wearing rings themselves. \"Fine ring Merc\" He said handing it back. \"You always had a knack for picking out those kinds of things, trinkets and such\" He said genuinely trying not to sound condescending. \"I don't know what it is, I've never really had that skill, and if not rings and clothes and such, what is there to spend on\" He laughed \"Good problem we have\"."
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"message": "\"Oh, come on. You're subtly admitting that I've been the one helping you pick out your clothes for you.\" Mercurio teased goodnaturedly, knowing that he was the only person in all of Marin who could have the privilege of doing so.\n\nMost people feared Kharlyle, if not all. Not only did he have the look, but also subtle temperament and posture that exuded such an aura. Only Mercurio could get through that thick barrier.\n\n\"Anyways. Morcaster.\" Mercurio brought up again, taking the ring back and putting it on his finger. \"Have you also sent people to... Frame a different painting?\""
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"message": "Darin was rather impulsive. This was no theory, but a cold hard fact that he himself also knew. He did things in a hasty manner, usually not planning nearly as much as he should. Perhaps it became rather evident as he charged into battle, that he wasn't the kind to make complicated plans.. But really, perhaps that was his strength. In the thick of battle any plans melted into chaos, but Darin thrived in chaos- The fact that he took things as they come and worked on the fly let him avoid pitfalls that other generals might fall into. Still, how he was going to turn around THIS fight.. Was a bit of a mystery. \n\nHowever, as of late Darin had felt rather accomplished. Just a few days ago, in a rare feat of hitting the books and drawing a quill instead of a blade, and sticking it right onto several letters- He had penned himself a series of formal requests to the various powerhouses of the north- And abroad, too! Now Darin knew that most of them wouldn't want to put their money on him taking the throne. Hell, quite a few of them would probably just roll their eyes at the letter stamped with the sigil of the Grey Hills and throw it into their fireplace. But Darin didn't mind. If as much as a single nobleman, merchant, or warlord expressed an interest in supporting him- It would pay off. He was throwing a hundred proposals at the wall, with the hopes of them sticking.\n\nNow while Darin knew that his imulsive mindset and on-the-fly planning was both an asset and a liability, he also knew that you couldn't just take the throne \"On the fly\". You'd need to make some plans, and at least try to follow through with them. He'd be outnumbered, no question about it. House Zacharov had plenty of enemies as is, and none of them would want him on the throne. Yet, he wasn't too worried about that. He could deal with being outnumbered. The question was if he could deal with being completely alone. Then, everything would be focused on stopping him, countless restless assaults from all angles.. He would need someone to support him. Someone to help take the heat off a bit, and preferably someone he could trust enough to not burry in a shallow grave a week on into the coming war. And as he finally had all those letters sent, he quietly hoped that someone would respond positively. In a rare moment of introspection Darin wondered if having a few legitimate friends could be enjoyable. He soon decided to not occupy himself with such silly questions, and went about the rest of his day- Executing some captive who had taken a shot at assassinating him.. He'd tackle those sorts of questions later. Maybe."
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"message": "Thoughts toiled in Lyle's head as he leaned back in his chair. \"Morcaster, Morcaster... If you hadn't mentioned him I'm sure I would have forgotten him by now. Serves him well yeah, because that's exactly what he was. A memory\" Kharlyle chuckled again, and needed to hold a hand up to his mouth \"But really, I just got a raven this morning, and something you may want to see...\""
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"message": "To say that battle erupted wouldn't have been too true. It was more like that battle had been raging for a while, and simmered down into embers as the Baron's men encircled and dealt with the disoriented Grey Hills' forces. Then, Darin came clamping along and stepped into these embers, causing them to burst up in a shower of defiant sparks and flame. Like the big ol brute he was, followed by an arguably even bigger, and more brutish, man. \nThere are few things that motivate your average footman as much as seeing his very own lord come barelling on a horse, swing an axe, and bring down the fellow who was just going to impale you in his sword. Darin's arrival did wonders to rally the outnumbered and outmanouvered forces, giving them a large doze of spirit as a second wind hit the Grey Hills' camp. An audible murmur seemed to run through it, which soon erupted into cheers as people saw the rather distinctive Duke stride forth before dismounting- With his bodyguard soon clasing into the battlefield behind him, and the behemoth of a man he had suddenly conscripted.\n\nThis served an important function outside of just raising morale. Earlier the camp had been a mess, splintered little sections trying to fend off organised enemy troops on all sides. But with Darin suddenly standing tall in the middle of it all, they had a coherent anchor point, something everyone could rally too and shape up around. This became evident as the troops rapidly started to organise- With Darin's distinctive voice barking out commands and pointing around wildly, directing the flow of battle as his men defended and assaulted. He event went ahead and snatched a horn from some poor disoriented commander, which he loudly blew.\nOcasionally looking around, he saw his recent mercenary being.. Well, perhaps not as effective as Darin would have hoped. He was mostly dealing with people by knocking them out, throwing them around, or the likes. That big hook wasn't being as bloodied as Darin would hope, but hey, at least he was on the right side of this conflict. That was enough to make him feel somewhat content. \nStill, something that wouldn't leave Darin content was just commanding the battle. No, he felt an urge to draw blood, enact violence, and just get stuck into the thick of it. Pushing his way to the front, shoving someone of his own men out of the way, he gave the horn another loud *TOOT*. He knew where he was most confident in battle- Searching out, and cutting down, the enemy command that happened to stray a little too close to the axe-swinging Duke. Of course, the enemy had a very opportune target, not too far away. The Baron, who seemed to be going through a mix of emotions- Annoyed at the fact that Darin had come to crash his plans, but also rather pleased that Darin had come and made himself an easy target.\n\nNow getting to him wouldn't be easy. It never was, as traversing the battlefield was a chaotic experience at best, and pure bedlam at worst. Though as previously established, Darin didn't mind. In fact, his chaotic personality let him feel that he fit right in here, with the screaming, shouting, clashing of blades, and dying. Some poor fellow tried to approach him. Young, seemed like a recently recruited mercenary from somewhere in the northern provinces. Darin didn't bother himself with that too much. The opponent brought his blade in a wide arc towards Darin's side, but found opposition in the axe that caught and deflected it with an audible *Clang*. He didn't get much time to respond to this, as Darin raised his axe in response, and promptly slammed the butt end of it right into the footman's face. Nothing deadly, but a broken nose and mangled face was usually enough to bring people out of your way. And right now, Darin was like a wolf that had set it's sights on the biggest sheep in the flock. Sure, there might be other casualties as he made his way over, but they were practically bystanders in his hunt for the *REAL* Target.\n\nWith the footman felling before his feet, Darin took a step past him. He was promptly met by another warrior bearing down on him, which he sidestepped before lashing out- Leaving his attacker with a large gash across their right arm, bleeding heavily and forcing them to drop their weapon. This was followed by a quick kick to the shins, causing them to crumple onto the ground with a shriek of pain and loss of balance. Darin didn't really consider himself too bound by the fragile laws of \"Honorable\" Combat. He was pretty damn content just winning and being number 1, even if this meant pulling a variety of dirty tricks out of your proverbial ass, be it biting, spitting, kicking or eye-gouging. Looking down briefly at the man before him on the ground, Darin came down with a harsh stomp at their neck- Causing it to twist in an unnatural manner with a very much unpleasant noise. Not concerning himself with that however, Darin was already off, with both his behemoth ally and honor guard trailing closely behind. The way he acted was impressive, he was constantly in motion like some sort of wicked dance, either dodging, parrying or lashing out without stopping his stride. It made him remarkably difficult to actually pin down and target properly, as it gave whoever found themselves face to face with the Duke very little time to truly comprehend the situation- Before they were met with either an axe, an foot, the weapon of one of his allies, or in one occasion Darin's teeth. That particular soldier would most likely have some tales to tell around the campfire, about how he got that scar being bit in the face by the Duke of the Grey Hills. This briefly earned Darin the title \"The monstrous\" In their regiment, even though he never caught wind of this himself.\n\nA visible worry was starting to spread on the Baron's face, as Darin and his little entourage quickly approached. Sure, they were still losing the battle, but not nearly as heavily as before. There was even a smidgeon of a chance that Darin could turn this around, as small as it was. But for now, the Duke mostly had one priority in mind. As he gave a tug to dislodge his axe from the shoulder of some screeching footman, he pointed an accusing finger, accompanied by a shit-eating grin, towards the Baron- Before proudly declaring that \"You're ***NEXT!*** You damnable wretch!\" The Baron, despite his other vices and flaws, was all in all an honorable man. And to an honorable man, this kind of insult simply wouldn't stand. Darin knew as much, and soon enough their blades were whistling and singing as sword and axe from different provinces met. However, the Duke was suddenly interrupted by a hand on his shoulder, and the Baron likewise. In most cases Darin would shrug that off, but this felt distinctively like a hand that could crush his windpipe without too much effort, so he actually turned to look. The Baron did the same, evidently rather confused. They were both met by Whalren holding the two men at arm's length, and giving them a rather standing oration (admittingly in his thick accent) about what a waste of life this bloodshed was, that perhaps they just ought to put down their weapons, and find common ground in all of this.\n\nIt was a speech that moved the Baron, and brought a tear to the older man's eye. For a moment, he pondered. He was sent here to fight, was it truly the right thing to do..? Was Darin truly so unreasonable he couldn't be spoken to like a normal man..? He was unfortunately proved correct as Darin grabbed Whaldren's collar, pulled him down a bit, and delivered a harsh slap to the cheek, before repeating the process with the slightly dazed Baron. \"No! Shut up! Blood and honor, ***NOW!***\" He responded, evidently rather upset about the interruption. A quick flurry of blows was exchanged from both combatants, soon culminating as Darin delivered a well-placed kick onto the ground- Kicking up a shower of gravel and dust into the Baron's face. Momentarily disoriented, that was the only opening Darin needed as he swung his axe in a wide arc above his head, bringing it down not too different from a lumberjack aiming for a log neatly balanced before him.\n\nThere was a terrible crackling as the Baron brought up his blade in a weak attempt at parrying, but found it carelessly thrown to the side. The axe came plumitting down, past his head, and down onto his chest, where it buckled armor and dug itself deep into him. The crackling of a shattered ribcage and the way the Baron froze made a sly grin creep onto Darin's face. A killing blow. Just what he had been hoping for. Slowly the Baron's face became devoid of color as he looked down, spluttered for a moment, and limply gripped at the axe, still burried in his chest. Darin responded with a cocky snarl, and \"At least ***I*** Have the courtesy to go stabbing people in their *Front*, instead of their ***Back!***\" Before bringing his foot up, delivering a kick to the Baron's lower torso, and pulling his axe free. He took a moment to savour the taste of victory and glory. Or perhaps it was just the taste of blood, after that footman had punched him in the face a minute ago. Those two flavours were oddly similar to Darin.\n\nStill, this proved to be just the opening everyone around Darin needed. Turning around momentarily, he froze for a moment. In his little hunt for glory, a majority of his regiment had died off behind him. Most of his honor guard too. For a moment the frantic clashing and shouting of battle faded away as the blood mist cleared from Darin's vision and he actually took in the situation. There were, let's see.. Him, Whalren, and the Guardscaptain.. All standing back to back in a tight little formation. Around them were, say.. Three hundred or so of the Baron's men, who had just seen their (rather well liked) lord get cut down by some bloodthirsty marauder. For just a brief second, there was an almost awkward silence as the two groups seemed to take eachother in. The silence was promptly interrupted by Darin shouting \"I'll take you ***ALL*** ON! *COWARDS!*\" And flailing off against a nearby footman. He managed to give two more men some rather nasty scars, bite off someone's index finger, bruise three more men, before finally being pushed down and subdued with a thump to the head from some blunt instrument. Not even the burning rage inside of him could keep his vision from going dark as Darin faded..\nFaded..\n*Faded away..*"
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"message": "Northwind is a massive nation with thousands of miles between its borders. As the battle raged on in the south between John's forces and the forces of the rebellion, John sat quietly in his study pen and quill in hand. The fireplace crackled adjacent to him, providing warmth to the cold interiors of the keep. As pen and quill navigated across the paper, he noticed a shadow moving quickly over the pristine floorboards using the shade as cover. Suddenly, a feeling of resentment overcame John as he peered slowly over his pen and quill and into the dark corner before him, trying to make sense of the noise. He rose from his seat slowly, making his way to the corner whilst unsheathing his dagger. \"Reveal yourself! Who is there?\" He shouted as he inched closer and closer to the curtain that shielded the source of the noise from view. It took a few moments before John mustered the courage to unsheath the curtains, but nonetheless, he did. He let out a deep sigh and sheathed his blade as two small mice were revealed before him, quickly scurrying into the balcony and down the walls.\n\n John was paranoid, and he knew it. He knew that putting himself in any sort of position of weakness would be a direct threat to his livelihood. Nonetheless, he returns to his study and continues to write his letter. The letter was being addressed to Grand Duchess Anyanka of Astoria for her kingdom's support in the war. The Grand Duchess would prove a valuable ally who's loyal regiments most certainly would keep the war going in De Burgh's favor.\n\n\"To her Grace, Grand Duchess Anyanka.\nCivil war plagues my country, and the people are in desperate need of a savior who's best interest lies with them. I have taken it upon my own accord to see my people grow into one unified community, however, my opponents in the south have been key to disrupt peace and wage bloody war on the people who call this country home. I, as benefactor and protector of the people of Northwind due kindly request your support in subduing the southern rebellion. My enemy has made his disdain for government clear, and his rule would be marked with death and destruction of not only Northwind, but it's prosperous ports and trade cities. Please reply to this letter at your leisure, and I hope that your decision is what is best for Marin.\n\n Dearly,\n John De Burgh.\"\n\n The moment his letter is finished, he seldom had time to place the ink back into its cartridge before one of his scout commanders stood erect in the doorway to his study. \"My regent, news from the battle has finally returned to Iron Gate,\" He would stammer quickly before approaching De Burgh's desk. \"The battle is won, sire. Darin, Duke of Grey Hills has been captured alongside an accomplice.\" He paused, allowing John to comprehend the information presented. John, being intelligent as he is, knew that there must be a catch. He knew a battle is never easily won and that there will always be consequences, however, only time tells whether the consequences will be the intended ones. \"However, my regent, the Baron has fallen to the hands of the Duke. His body was recovered and is being returned to Iron Gate for a state funeral.\" The scout would step away from John's desk and stand at attention, waiting for his orders.\n\nA grin would appear on John's face as he weighed the situation. A duke, captured in battle that is being brought to the capital immediately following the death of a council member. John was never the Baron's largest fan. His skill in battle was subpar and he often was insubordinate to the head of state. A trait John is not particularly fond of especially as regent. However, with him dead, his seat is automatically vacant on the council. A vacancy that John soon has plans to fill. John would rise from his seat, addressing the scout before him. \"Ensure that Darin and his accomplice are treated with utmost care and hospitality. Feed them, shelter them, and clothe them. I will address them as soon as they arrive.\" With that, the scout nodded and exited the room, leaving John alone in his study once more.\n\nSoon after, as the sun began to retreat behind the prideful mountains on the horizon, a horn blasted just outside the gates of the capital. John slowly approached the balcony of his study and peered over the entire city. Thousands parted way for the regiment that passed through, escorting the hostages to the keep where they will be held. John proudly rested his hands firmly on the handles of the balcony as he peered over the affair, people looking him on and cheering the soldiers through as they marched in triumph towards the keep at the center of the city. The gilded doors of the keep opened wide as the blood red carpet of the throne room exposed itself to the two prisoners who were being escorted inside. The throne was vacant, as John refused adamantly to sit on it. He believed that it represented the past several centuries of the people suffering through tyranny and he thought its imagery was abysmal. John stood among an armed entourage that took post behind him, whilst also surrounding the two prisoners who were still blindfolded. \"Their blindfolds... Remove them.\" John would simply instruct to the escorts. The guards calmly released the knot on their heads as the blindfolds fell to the ground. As John's gaze met with Darin and his accomplices, a faint smile would break upon his lips. \"I believe it's been too long since we've met, Duke.\" He would say to him mildly. \"Welcome to Iron Gate.\"\n\n\"Oh, you too?\" Mercurio said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of folded parchment. \"Tell me, is it from someone called Zacharov?\"\n\nUpon receiving affirmation from Kharlyle that indeed, they both received letters from the same man, they began to engage in rapt discussion. Such a window of opportunity could not be missed, and they both intended to profit out of this somehow, and to the fullest.\n\n\"So we have Zacharov.\" Mercurio took his fork and placed it sideways on the table with the tines facing the left. \"And de Burgh.\" He then placed his knife, the tip of the blade facing towards the tines.\n\n\"I think immediate correspondence is key in our case for Zacharov. We need to let him know that he is being supported by us.\" Mercurio began, taking a piece of bread and placing it by the fork. \n\n\"And when de Burgh begins to notice that things are going south for him, he step in and assist him. By that point, both sides will have to have our services. We will be too valuable to lose.\" He placed another piece of bread by the knife. \n\nBoth utensils faced a bowl full of bread. \n\n\"But... Yes. Zacharov. What do you think we should send him to let him know we are going to support him?\""
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"message": "Darin's journey to Iron Gate was fraught with much boredom and bitterness. Sure, he hadn't died, but getting captured wasn't all that much better to Darin. The cuffs were too tight. The rag they had put in his mouth to stop him from biting more people and constantly blaring obscenities tasted like old sweat and crotch rot. The little wagon he was tied up in really didn't meet the standards of what he considered to be adequate nobleman transport. Maybe for some half-wit Baron, but he was a *Duke!* He deserved a bit of respect. And perhaps worst of all, he had this constant ache at the back of his head from whatever club they had doinked him with, and he couldn't even rub it or anything. Honestly, right now Darin would have been quite comfortable a couple feet under the ground in a hastily dug grave. Still, that didn't stop the duke from planning his escape. He was dead-set on not being brought before John De Burgh. At one point the dingy wagon he was thrown into the back of hit a rock and bounced a bit. With this momentum, he managed to throw himself backwards and tumble over the edge, onto the ground behind it. Of course the guards immideatly noticed this escape attempt and threw him back on, so all it accomplished was getting his clothes a bit more dusty. Still, Darin wasn't planning on going easily. That much became evident as he attempted three more escape attempts, none of them particularily fruitful, and only making his guards increasingly paranoid.\n\nThis miserable journey went on for about a day or so. Darin wasn't keeping much track. But soon enough, the men on his wagon recieved a message of some sort. There was a sudden mumble and commotion, and the odd comment about \"Do we *HAVE* To..?\", but suddenly Darin found the gag removed, the cuffs replaced with something a bit more manageable, his clothes dusted off, and his presence treated with a lot more respect. At first it made him suspicious, and he attempted another escape attempt during a bathroom break, but was pinned by three fellows who quickly tackled him. So he went with it, for now. As much as Darin disliked it, he'd have to bide his time, and wait for an opportune moment where he could spring into action and get away. That was, if such a moment even revealed itself. Not particularily shockingly, it didn't.\n\nDarin briefly enjoyed the respect he was suddenly given. Being given actual food instead of leftover slop was a nice change of pace, and people referring to him as \"Duke Zacharov\" Wasn't bad either. But soon, it dawned on him what this all meant. And it filled him with absolute dread and loathing. While they had never formally met, Darin was somewhat familiar with De Burgh. He knew that he had a silver tongue, and easily subdued the more dimwitted nobles with his speeches and orations. A clever man, no doubt. And a clever man like that had no reason to have Darin treated respectfully if he was just going to be brought to the capital to be slammed onto some executioners block and promptly beheaded, as to nip any further resistance in the bud. No, this all pointed Darin towards one logical conclusion- De Burgh was going to bring Darin before him, then give some grand speech and try to convince him to join his side, because blah blah blah, good of the people, blah blah blah, Northwind does not need a war, and blah blah blah, think of the children or whatever other sentimental schlock he'd spill. Just thinking of it made Darin groan loudly and throw his head back, staring at the cloudy, and increasingly cold, skies. He didn't want to be here. He'd rather be back in the Grey Hills, doing anything other than this.\n\nStill, this all presented an opportunity. As much as he hated it, Darin would just have to play along for now.. At least until he got to Iron Gate. He had gotten out of trouble before. That one time he had been captured during the Wars of Grey Hills Succession by the Lord of Blackstone had been resolved dramatically, with him leaping out of a window several floors high, landing in a pile of hay, and fighting his way to the stables using a woodcutter's axe he nabbed before making a hasty getaway on a stolen pony. He'd make *Something* Up, at *Some* Point. This he was confident of. Unfortunately he didn't make something up quick enough, and while in the process of eyeing possible paths among the snowy rocks he could make a run for, he failed to realise an important detail- He had already arrived at the eponymous Iron Gates of, you guessed it, Iron Gate."
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"message": "\"Oh Merc, I think sending him a bloodhound should get the message across\" Kharlyle stated. \"And oh I meant something other than the letter\" Kharlyle tossed a ring across the table. \"The sigil of House Morcaster, Yeah, I've never gotten your taste, but I thought it might go well with your collection\" The man's finger was attached to the ring, but Kharlyle thought it best to keep that part to himself.\n\n\"Well, I'll be honest guy, dis was simply delightful, the ride up 'ere, it was\" Whalren said without emotion on his face. \"I may not know you, or of you, but them guards can keep a conversation mate\" The bear man stood up and towered over the guard behind him, putting his massive paw on his shoulder. \"Dis one right 'ere yeah, Stannis\""
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"message": "\"Hm. This will be good in manipulating things under his name.\" Mercurio murmured as he inspected the signet ring of the late Morcaster. He had to admit that it was quite garish. It had fancy swirls on every crevice on the piece of jewelry, making it hard to read and quite frankly made it stood out. Not in the good way.\n\nMercurio then thanked the servants as they brought forth the main course for dinner tonight. Roasted winterquail along with shepherds pie, accompanied with some red wine to match the meats.\n\n\"And a bloodhound, you say?\" He picked up his fork and knife and began cutting up the pie. \"Shall we also equip him with our armor and a sword as a message of goodwill?\" \n\nHe then the piece of food in his mouth, chewing as he awaited his brother's answer."
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"message": "\"Oh don't worry. He will be well equipped in slaver armor, a bloodhound trademark\" Kharlyle grinned as he feasted on bread, pushing away his main course. \"And as for the sword, I was thinking he'd use the kleaver, impractical as it may be, it instills a sense of intimidation carrying around a thick serrated blade like that\" Kharlyle only ate the crusts of the bread, leaving the soft center in the bowl. \"Maybe we'll have him kill one of Zacharovs kids or something, I just want to get that message across\"\n\nKharlyle sighed at the thought \"Yes, maybe Duke Zacharov the Kind would mistep with his wording and say something he might regret just to find his youngest hanging above his bed\" Kharlyle's eyes stared open unblinking at Mercurio's \"Though I suppose child killing isn't an apt topic for Sunday dinner\" And Kharlyle laughed loudly."
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"message": "\"Now, now, brother. Killing a child will certainly unprofessional, especially when this Zacharov can be a potential customer.\" Mercurio said, unfolding the parchment and placing it on the table for both to see. \n\n\"Don't you see? With a conflict like this, he'd need someone like us with our bountiful resources. This is an opportunity. And perhaps, if this Duke plays it right, John may see himself losing. And who will he turn to for more resources?\""
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"message": "\"That's exactly why Merc, you think Zacharov will refuse the buisness of a man willing to kill his son for nothing\" Kharlyle tore bread from its crust.\"No, he'll have no choice but to take our buisness. The fear we instill with be a lasting relationship, he'll learn to love it in time\" Kharlyle slowed his tone \"Though, just a thought\"\n\n\"Just a thought\" He repeated."
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"message": "\"Keep in mind that we also want him to think that we're on his side.\" Mercurio countered. \"Killing his child, a means to carry on a bloodline, would be rather offensive and detrimental to his name. No, we can't do that, Lyle. Not to mention, he might turn *Against* Us. We certainly don't want that.\""
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"message": "\"Hell, someone turning against us. That'd be a nice change, at least someone who isn't a slave that is\" Kharlyle laughed again. \"Fine I'll compromise, we'll kill his daughter\" Lyle grinned widely and waited for his brother's reaction to laugh. \"Alright fine Merc, just don't go soft on me. I feel like we aren't instilling the fear we could be, and the fear we need to get any room in this bloody insatiable country. Merc, I hate to say, but there are men out there willing to do much worse than us for much less... We can't give anyone any advantage at all\" Lyle sounded genuinely frightened, and though he didn't know of any man worse than him, he did know of Northwind and he was certain they existed."
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"message": "\"Hm. Then how about we send the bloodhound to kill one of his men and stick their impaled head in front of his house for him to see?\" Mercurio asked with a fairly exasperated tone, seeing as there was no other way to satisfy his younger brother without having a drop of blood being spilt. \"Someone who is easily forgettable, too. So that there will be no remorse, but only fear and pity for an innocent victim.\""
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"message": "At the comments from his body guard (Which Darin still considered him), he erupted into a loud groan and trashed around a bit. \"No you *Lump!* It is all horrible, you're just not seeing it yet! Have you even realised the fact that I'M *CAPTURED?!*\" Darin spat out with an exasperated tone. The poor Duke was not too thrilled about any of this, that much was evident. Sure, he had planned on going to Iron Gate.. But not like **THIS!**\n\nDarin was rather hastily escorted to the city, and put in a pair of blindfolds. It reminded him of a surprise party, except that there clearly wasn't going to be any surprises, nor parties, occuring here. At least not if he had a say in the ways things ought to proceed. He could hear the odd \"Ooooh\" And \"Aaaah\" From bystanders as the Duke was lead on a blindfolded little strut, all the way to the central keep and throneroom, before being led in like a mule. His mood was about as sour as you'd expect from a mule, anyhow.\n\nStill, the gritting of teeth and agresiveness in his stride, it really showed that Darin had no intentions of buckling here, giving in to any cooperation, or even as much as entertaining whoever the poor fellow who was first to greet him would be. Upon hearing a particular someone command for their blindfolds to be removed, the entirity of Darin's being seemed to quake for a moment. That voice, oh, he recognised it. It was far too recognisable. Before John could even finish his suitably dramatic greeting, Darin interrupted him mid sentence and blared out \"Well, well, ***WELL!*** If it isn't the *Pretender* Himself!\" Oh, it was by no means a diplomatic move. If he was thinking clearly, even Darin could probably figure to treat his captor with a bit more respect. But he was far too caught up in a combination of bristling anger, tension, and simple malevolence. It hardly helped that the Throne to Northwind was standing there, right in front of him.. Almost teasingly, like a colossal price waiting for him to sit on it. He'd have that throne soon. He was determined of it. Still, Darin didn't leave much of an opening for John to continue his greeting, immideatly going on the offensive with his loud and boisterous tone.. \"I see you are attempting a little coup, *How cute!* What is your plan, to undermine the Northwind monarchy?! We both know I'm a **Far** More suitable heir, Burgh! So cut the fat, and get to the point of why I'm not **Dead **In a **Ditch!**\""
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"message": "\"A bloodhound to kill one of his men... I don't know, the message seems muddled by that point. Does Zacharov have a bastards running around any Darin Norths in that family?\" Kharlyle are more crust \"No forget it, We can play Zacharov nicely, I'm sure a child killing won't get to him\" He slowed and thought for one second \"But he other one... De Burgh, he's never seen a real war, never really seen a hardship, he may be the perfect child killing candidate\" Kharlyle looked over at his brother's plate. \"Well if you are going to eat those pie crusts...\"\n\n\"Woah woah woah, there Mr Duke ser the kind(Whalren has already forgotten Darin's titles) I s'pose you got captured and bringed to this city and all, but I'd hardly start throwing around words you can't take back, like *Lump*\" Whalren furled his brow at Darin in a disappointed look. \"Anyways\" He looked back at the visually intimidated guard, *Stannis* Who still hadn't spoken to him \"An' Stannis 'ere, we was talkin' all the way up 'ere, too bad Darin the Kind wasn't really all that awake, I know he's a conversationalist, yeah\"\n\nKharlyle took the crusts from his plate \"Well, Morcaster *Was* A fellow politician, and his views aligned fairly well with De Burghs from what I've heard, anti slavery and all\" Kharlyle sneered at the phrase anti slavery \"So I suppose a letter from a man like that should give us some advantage\" Kharlyle thoughts ran in his head \"We can arrange a meeting with him, he's only fighting a civil war, he can make time for us\""
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"message": "\"I *WAS*, not that I wanted to be, mind you!\" Darin rumbled, kicking his feet around in a particularily childish and upset manner. \"And fine, perhaps you *DID* Perform, admirably, but I still got captured making the whole employment a failure.\" For a moment Darin considered it a more gentle repose would have been \"Oaf\", but he opted to not try his luck too much. \".. And, by extension, you didn't even get captured, did you?! You just complied to comnig along ***AFTER*** I got knocked out!\" Darin remarked, almost sounding offended at it. \"Are.. Are you even cuffed?!\" He blared out, looking over. Huh. Darin hadn't considered that, but with the fact that Whalren had arms that certainly were comparable to tree-trunks probably made it a little hard to actually get some cuffs on him. \"Ugh by the terrible and ever-watchful northern gods, can't you just smite me already and get it over with..\" Darin grumbled under his breath."
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"message": "\"Agreed. But I suspect that Burgh will suspect foul play when Morcaster himself doesn't arrive for their discussion.\" Mercurio muttered, tapping the ring against the table. He then leaned forward with his elbows resting on the hardwood. \"Unless we have Morcaster send us, or me, in his name?\""
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"message": "\"How delightful brother, when I think anti-slavery activist, you're always the face that comes to mind\" Kharlyle sat back with more bread crust. \"Well, I see no more crust, bread or pie, dinner is coming to a close I believe\" Kharlyle looked at the candles, most extinguished by their own wax \"Well by the gods, it's been two hours already... You're really the only person I can talk to for two hours without noticing the time, hmm\"\n\nWhalren looked at his wrists \"Oh no ser Duke the kind, yeah, after the battle, sum of these guards 'ere yeah saw me 'avin tea wit' sum of the livin' ones an' they loaded me up into your carriage ser\" Whalren looked at the guard to get his approval, the guard's complexion didn't change. \"Yeh, sum big man came up behine me wit a club, and strucked me roight in the head, I'm not confident I know wot he was tryna do, maybe instill a sense of fear\" Whalren shrugged his shoulder and looked at the guard behind him.\n\nThe guard sighed \"He was attempting to strike you unconscious... That's why he did it twice\" \n\n\"Hmm, I didn't remember the second time, well regardless, what did I say Duke, this one 'ere, a friendly one yeah, he'll just talk you off, yeah?\" Whalren's cheeks went rosy."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "High in the hills of Northwind, Amaryllis was taking advantage of the few short months of summer and the rich green grass that carpeted the rolling hills before they were blanketed with feet of snow again in winter. She'd been up here in the mountains for about a week now, fully healed from her encounter with the shifter the past winter, though she now walked with a limp wherever she went. It was slight, so most people didn't notice it, but it was a limp all the same. \nShe had a cabin here in the mountains, passed on to her by her parents after their death, and a corral for her flock. Most nights, however, she slept under a blanket of stars upon a bed of grass, surrounded by her flock and keeping an eye on them for the whole night. Her flock had grown that spring, and she now had dozens of little lambs bouncing around her wherever she and the herd went. It was a lot of work, and dangerous too, for a young shepherdess to have a flock this large and take care of it all by herself, but she was happy and free. \nThat being said, she was roughing it for most of those months, so her dress was rather tattered and she didn't get to bathe frequently. She certainly smelled like sheep! Thankfully, that didn't stop the traders from trading with her as they travelled through the mountain passes. She generally stayed relatively close to the roads so that she could trade with anyone that came along, as trade picked up quite a bit in the summer. Everyone took advantage of the short summer months to get as much done as possible. She would trade sheep and meat, vegetables from her garden, wool, and yarn in exchange for supplies like food. Sometimes, she'd indulge herself and buy little trinkets. It mystified her to know that, somewhere far away, someone was living a life that was so different from her own, yet she was able to have small part of their life.\n\nAs such, she always grew rather excited when she saw a party travelling along the road in the distance, having mistaken them for a trading party. A smile lit up her face and she made her way down to the road, her flock following along after her and making that awful racket that a whole flock of sheep always makes. She saw the men on horseback leading the way and waved at them, hoping that they would stop and trade with her. If nothing else, it would give her someone to talk to for a time! She found that it was best to make good relationships with the people that travelled along these roads. Many would come back next year and trade with her again, provided they survived their journeys. She would give aid to travelers as well, and there had been a few occasions where that rewarded her quite handsomely. \nShe noticed that the man sat tall on his horse and had the bearing of someone of importance. She quickly realized that she had made a mistake and that this was not a trading party, but there was still a chance that she could trade supplies with them. Or information. Either one"
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"message": "It was the first time that Tagus found himself far from his zone and comfort and his homeland. The rumors were that anyone assigned to guard duty for the privileged daughter of Clovis Merovingian would live a happy and long life in the shelter of the Merovingian House, but the truth was that only the best were tailored to that task, for the time would come to test their abilities to the limit in the pilgrimage she would set out on. That moment came to pass with the cryptic order of Clovis himself. Lady Josephine was to cross the lands of Marin and visit the kingdoms on her way north to the Witherlands, where she was to perform the rite of her Coming of Age.\n\nEach and every one of the knights that followed her in her quest had been chosen by the noble hand of her father to help her succeed in that endeavor, though he also said that the last stretch could only be walked by Josephine and Josephine alone. Tagus didn't want to think about leaving his charge and, more importantly, his friend on her own. He stood by her every step of the way, with both riding their preferred mounts as they had grown with them since the young man was accepted into the Merovingian household.\n\nWinter was at an all time high, though the day wrestled with the cold temperature. A sun struck high and pelted the snow with its rays, melting its surface if only a little. Against it was the ever chilling breeze of the high altitude of Northwind's mountains. The knights came prepared, with fur cloaks draped over their shoulders and their backs.\n\nThey moved up the pass in a line until the path widened and allowed their formation to stretch to the sides. In the center was Josephine, strapped in lamellar armor and a cloak that covered most of her body. Even her face was covered by a veil, not to hide her identity exactly but to conceal the features that only a handful knew of. Tagus was by her right side, wearing half plate and with patches of hardened leather under the plate and around it, in a lighter armor akin to lamellar. He had a large sword strapped to his back, held by two straps of leather that kept it in place. Its hilt stuck out from behind his right shoulder in a diagonal fashion. He didn't wear a helmet, nor did half of the knights, with the head protector hanging from the side of their saddles.\n\nThe knight leading the escort was a man named Roderick. Sir Roderick was not only a loyal knight of the head of the Merovingian, he was one of his oldest and closest friends. Roderick was the one Amaryllis noticed as bearing the presence of someone important. He had brown eyes of the darkest tint that many mistook for black and black hair. It was cut short and groomed, for the man cared about his appearance in contrast to some, like Tagus, who sported a messy hair, unkempt.\n\nRoderick ignored the shepherdess, for he did not believe she could be of use for their mission. He was focus driven and let no distraction bar his concentration on the task at hand. Their charge was to lead Josephine through Northwind and into the Witherlands. However, the same couldn't be said of Tagus or even the Lady herself. While Roderick acknowledged Amaryllis from the corners of his eyes, Josephine and Tagus turned their heads and nodded at the girl, who had a mighty following of sheep and lamb behind her. The Lady could be seen leaning towards Tagus and whispering something close to his ear. The young man nodded and raised his hand as he shouted briefly. \"Halt!\" Then, he used the reigns to lead his horse towards the side of the road. \"Greetings, fair miss! It's been a long trek and we haven't had a chance to rest since morning! Would you happen to know of a safe place to set up camp in the next stretch of road? We are foreigners and know little of the lay of the land.\" He chuckled a bit nervously. Social calls weren't his forte, but he always indulged Josephine's requests, as long as they made sense."
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"message": "Admittedly, Amaryllis was now rather nervous. The man in front had a bearing of so much importance. A haughty attitude that made her realize that this must be a party of some wealth and quite possibility, which left the young woman rather embarrassed and shy. She knew she looked a mess, with her hair rather unkempt and her face and clothing dirty and ratty. She'd never had much money, and usually it didn't matter, but when she stood before people of this stature, she became painfully aware of it. She never felt this way about the traders she dealt with, but someone with obvious wealth and power... It made her nervous. She was even more unnerved by the sight of the weapons that the men carried. Her eyes flicked to the sword strapped to Targus' back, then at the other men in the party. If they chose to attack, she wouldn't stand a chance, but she saw a woman in the bunch, and that gave her a bit of comfort. They probably wouldn't attack...\nShe tried to be as friendly as possible and smiled at Targus, raising a hand to her brow to shield her eyes from the sun. The man was so tall! And even taller on horseback. He positively towered over Amaryllis, who was a rather petite, short woman. \n\"Yes, sir,\" She replied rather formally, dipping a little in a very slight bow. \"There's a box canyon just up the road a ways, and you can get shelter there.\" She paused for a moment, glancing at the woman in their party, then added, \"But I have a cabin not too far from here, if you're looking for something a bit more civilized.\""
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"message": "The young knight listened intently to the petite woman, and it was clear as day that every other knight and the noble woman in the group listened to her as well. Tagus was a bit embarrassed about being addressed as sir. After being knighted, it was still weird to be called in such a formal manner, which showed in his own nervous look. He turned his head specifically to Josephine and waited for a sign. No other word mattered more than hers. It proved to make Roderick feel discomfort, as he was the appointed lead, yet he couldn't override the lady's wishes, as she would always have the last say on their decisions. They were serving her after all.\n\nTagus saw the nod Josephine made with her head and repeated it to her. He turned his attention back to Amaryllis and mustered a genuine and humble smile. He vaulted his left leg over the back of his horse and dismounted, so that he wasn't so far out in the sky for the shepherdess to look up to. \"We would like to accept your humble invitation to your home, fair miss. My name is Tagus Portus Ibericus. I am a knight under the service of Lady Josephine of House Merovingian. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.\" He offered her a deep and chivalrous bow. \"I promise we will keep a knightly conduct and not occupy your private quarters. You will also be under our protection for the time we spend in your home.\"\n\nHis way of keeping it formal was obviously rehearsed. Tagus didn't have experience in speaking with proper social etiquette and he only did that because he was accompanied by his peers. The others weren't exactly excited to sleep under the stars or under the cabin's roof. There were some among them that thought a peasant's house was beneath them. They did not voice their opinions, but held stern or arrogant faces."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis blushed deeply when Tagus bowed to her and acted so formal, and a quick glance at his companions told her that they did not approve. They wouldn't have bowed to her! She looked rather cute though, with her shy, embarrassed look and her rosy pink cheeks. She instantly decided that she quite liked Tagus! That being said, her mind was a bit frazzled at the moment. Would this party actually fit in her cabin? Perhaps. Did she have enough food? Yes, it should be fine. A bit of protection might be nice. She could pen the flock and perhaps get a decent bath in the creek!\nIt was actually her flock that roused her from her thoughts and snapped her back to reality, as one of the lambs jumped up and put its feet on the back of her legs as it grabbed at her dress and gave it a tug. She couldn't help but smile at that and scratch its ears, while at the same time, she looked up at Tagus and replied, \"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance too.\" She struggled a little over the word \"Acquaintance\", but she got it out! Didn't have a clue what it meant though.\nShe bowed to the rest of the party and said, \"You're all welcome to my home, ma'am and sirs. If you'll follow me...\" \nShe then turned and started to work her way down the road a ways before branching down a faint path that went up over a hill. Her flock trotted after her, and she frequently glanced back at the party on horseback to make sure that they were still following her. Occasionally, her flock would get distracted and she would let out a little high-pitched call that made their heads snap up before they'd come trotting along after her.\n\nFinally, they arrived at a small cabin nestled in a clearing. It was clear that what Tagus had said about not occupying her private quarters would have to fall by the wayside, as the cabin was literally a one-room abode. The sheep scattered through the clearing and began to graze, while Amaryllis turned to the party and said, \"There's a stream that way where you can water your horses, and there's plenty of grass for them to graze. If you're concerned about them, you can pen them up in the corral.\""
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"message": "The young man broke his knightly character to scratch the back of his head and crane it a slight in his own fit of embarrassment. While the other knights did not approve of this untimely shatter of persona, Josephine couldn't help but smile behind the veil that covered her face. She quite liked how Tagus was genuine and stayed true to his feelings more than his appearance. She was glad that they met Amaryllis too, because the shepherdess fell well in the lady's eyes.\n\nThe knights dismounted as soon as Josephine did it and caught the reigns of their horses with one of their hands. They saw the noble woman pull her horse as she followed the shepherdess and Tagus followed, both walking side by side behind Amaryllis. Although Roderick didn't approve of the trust applied to the Sweetford girl, he also didn't want to spend the night outdoors. The other knights were of similar opinion.\n\nHalfway through their journey up the hill and to the girl's cabin, she turned to her flock and released a melody the young man was not prepared for. It was sweet and made his ears ring smoothness from the lobe to the drum, making his jaw slack and eyes widen in surprise. He wasn't alone in his awestruck expression as Josephine joined in on the admiration and some of the knights did as well.\n\n\"You shame every bard in Marin, miss shepherd.\" The lady said. She was very young, two years younger than eighteen year old Tagus, and her voice was smooth and gentle. She did not have a regal attitude or stance, but her being emanated a regal aura about her that made others understand she was of a fine upbringing. It wasn't so much the title, but the way Clovis taught his daughter how to live, more so than how to act.\n\nThe information Amaryllis gave the knights was heeded and Roderick dispatched half of them to take care of the horses, give them water and then pen them. It wasn't a surprise that the knights were disgruntled about the size of the cabin, but their word was to be kept, so they made arrangements with their supplies to set up camp. Even Josephine would stay outside lest Amaryllis invited her to sleep indoors.\n\n\"It's a pleasant house you have. Thank you for letting us stay in your land for the night.\" Josephine said, slowly unveiling her face and pulling the hesdwear off her hair. She had long and dark blonde hair and green eyes, ears that disappeared into the strands of her wave pattern hair. \"My name is Josephine. But my friends call me Josie. So please... Call me Josie?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis had blushed quite a bit at the compliment over the call she gave her flock. It wasn't really meant to be pretty or even really be a song. It was just.. A call... The high-pitched notes rang well over the mountainside, and she could call her flock from quite a distance. Still, it made her feel good to be complimented, and the young woman's voice sounded so warm and kind that Amaryllis took quite the liking to her as well. \nAs the knights disbursed to care for the horses, Amaryllis turned her attention to the few knights still with Roderick, Targus, and Josephine. She bowed to the young woman, assuming by her demeanor that she was the knights' charge and some degree of nobility. Amaryllis knew next to nothing of nobles, but then, her life was a world away from theirs. That being said, she admired Josephine and found her to be quite pretty and kind. A woman who, if Amaryllis was right in her assessment, had beauty inside that matched the outside Amaryllis found that she was usually correct in her judgement of people. \nThis young lady seemed quite young though, mid-teens, perhaps? What she was doing here in the mountains heading north was beyond Amaryllis. She seemed kind though, and her eyes were stunning as they gazed at Amaryllis with a kind of earnest kindness. \nAmaryllis bowed to the woman and avoided her gaze, too shy and unnerved to look directly at Josephine. She felt bad, but at the same time, there was such a disparity in class that it made her uncomfortable to call the young woman by her first name, despite the fact that Josephine was perhaps 6 years her junior. Amaryllis herself was young-only about 22 years old- but a hard life of shepherding had added years to her body so that she appeared older.\n\n\"Yes, ma'am,\" Amaryllis said awkwardly. \"I mean... Of course... Josie.\" She glanced up at Targus and Roderick, then back at Josephine as she said, \"You're welcome to stay in my home. It's small and just the one room, but you could sleep comfortably in my bed, ma'am. And there's room enough for the men, I think. \" She had lapsed back into \"Ma'am\" Without thinking about it.\nShe turned t her cabin and opened the door, stepping aside to let the others in as she said, \"Please come in, ma'am, sirs.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Sir Roderick lined up the knights in front of the house and Tagus stood beside Josephine, but facing away from it. The guardians were at the ready with straightened forms and arms beside their bodies. The knight commander stood on the left flank of his men , facing Josephine. \"The knights will excuse themselves to their duties now, my Lady.\" The young woman was uncomfortable with the formality, as she had always been confined to her father's decisions. She was lectured in the ways of writing and reading by Clovis, she learned some concepts of mathematics from him and then searched for her own references in the library to increase her knowledge. Clovis tried to teach her to set mental challenges for herself, though he did not see her as merely a daughter. He knew of her mother's origins and took her selflessly. Josephine was his child, born into this world to know how to survive in this world he saw with his own two eyes. He showed her many weapons at the age eleven and told her to choose one. She experimented it on him, with certain words of encouragement. None would say he was impatient or unfair. He persuaded Josephine, tricking her small mind with dirty tricks for some streetwise enlightenment. And in fencing, the world took an interesting turn. Fencing wasn't very popular in the realms, as far as Clovis knew. But certainly there had to be someone that could teach Josephine how to fence. There was a book, perhaps, or a man that could show the way of fencing. He even thought how he had a rapier to begin with, when she showed her all those weapons.\n\n\"You're dismissed. Thank you for being here, with me.\" She didn't admit to it, nor anyone took notice, probably, to the twist in her gut. She didn't only lose herself in certain books. She had a little thirst for knowledge, the little one, so she decided to read many books. First, she thought the simpler ones could teach her about the complex ones. Then, she thought the complex ones could teach her about the rarer ones. As to fencing, she still had that rapier at her side, under her dress. The tip of the sheathed blade leveled her dress on the bottom a slight.\n\nThe knights bowed in synch and then went about their assigned devices. Out of the eight, all of them set up the camp they would stay in a few dozens meters away, in a good choke point Roderick chose. Tagus, who had bowed before, then stood in a more straight, but slack formal. He was a bit distracted looking at Amaryllis and the cabin. His eyes seemed to dart between her and the house in a rather casual and slow pendulum as she talked, until he let her finish and took his turn to gaze at Josephine. She eyed him at a glance and then back at Amaryllis. \"You're really kind, Ryllis.\" The words came clearer and with greater relief because she didn't need to be in some manner of position or status that her House made her be. It couldn't be said that she was in her rebellious years, but she always tried to shy away from her standing to hide in the library or the noble barracks. But then again, she had to follow protocol in this instance with Amaryllis and that unsettled her a bit. There was no real giveaway in her form, but she was very trusting right at that moment, trusting of the older young woman before her. Not that she was a woman yet, really. She'd have her\n\nComing of age in the Witherlands, right?\n\n\"Thank you, Amaryllis.\" Tagus stepped inside the house and looked around rather quickly, taking in the cozy interior and furniture, the windows off to cardinal points. He noted that and turned to nod at Josephine so she could enter the cabin. Roderick could be seen leaking a little smirk of approval. At least the peasant knight took his job a little bit seriously. The knight commander felt like a chaperone, really. But it didn't move his duty in any way, as he felt wrong to feel like a chaperone either way. He would be knight commander and ensure the safety of the lady's decisions. As long as they were sane. Amaryllis was a peasant. A weird, lonely peasant with an unsettling limp, but she couldn't be a witch. Could she? He never truly showed a stand on magic. Was it real or not? He dismissed himself and joined the men, who would be in the process of making camp or lazily finishing it.\n\n\"I should go, too.\" Tagus said. \"You're safe, Josie.\"\n\n\"Fiiine.\"\n\nInside the house, the two were certainly acting more casual and relieved about the whole ordeal. Tagus, however, had to go back to *Knightly* Duty.\n\nHe closed the door behind his departure and huffed.\n\n\"I've never been to a cabin! This is... So...\" She couldn't find the adjective. \"Can you tell me more about you? Is it bad manners if I ask you about your limp?\" Ever the curious girl, a bit excited too. It wasn't always she managed to get out of the House's grounds. And not so far away."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis relaxed a bit without the overbearing, condescending countenance of Roderick looming over her, and the young woman at her side brought a certain cheer to her home. Since the death of her parents and siblings, she had been alone for a long time, save for when she wintered in the city, but Iron Gate was as lonely as the mountains for her. It was nice to have someone to talk to and share with!\nShe smiled as she bustled about the house, starting up a fire in the fireplace and getting out a pot, which she hung over the fire on a skewer that ran across the fireplace inside. \n\"Just a moment,\" She said in response to Josie, then ducked outside with two wooden buckets in her hands. A quick jaunt down to the spring for some water, and a few minutes later she was back. She moved quickly, but that made her limp more pronounced, and she could practically feel the eyes of the knights on her as she scampered about. She had so much to do with guests being here!\nHer cheeks were rosy with exertion when she returned, but that didn't stop her as she bustled inside. She was barely through the door before she was already talking, chattering, \"Sorry about that! I want to get dinner on for everyone, and I haven't been home in... A while? So I didn't have water.\" \nShe bustled to the fireplace and poured one pail of water into the cauldron, then poured some more water out of the other bucket into a little pot for some tea. It was a drink that had been introduced to her by some traders and she loved it! It was one of those things that she would share with her guest, though she doubted that Josephine would be as thrilled with as it as she. \nShe continued to work as she talked, putting some meat and vegetables into the water to make a stew. Stew was the easiest thing she could think of to make that would feed everyone, and the mountains could still get rather chilly at night, so the stew would definitely be welcome to the men outside.\n\n\"Isn't bad manners at all, ma'am,\" Amaryllis replied. \"You kin ask me whatever you like. The limp came from a run-in with a shifter ( \nShe paused for a moment, then smiled at Josie as she said, \"I think the word you're looking for is poor, ma'am.\""
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"message": "\"I'll take that as a compliment.\" Mercurio proudly replied, standing up from the table and walking over to Kharlyle for a quick hug. Whether if the younger brother hugged back or not, he would still feel the brotherly connection they had ever since their youth.\n\n\"We have much to discuss. Much to prepare.\" Mercurio broke the hug and stepped back a little. \"Whoever you'll send to Zacharov, I'll have someone send your bloodhound some armor and some weaponry.\""
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"message": "Kharlyle stood up and returned the gesture. No one would be surprised to find out that Mercurio was the only person Kharlyle would willingly hug, and their brotherly bond was more than mutual.\n\n\"Thank you brother, I need times like these...\" Kharlyle stood back, scratched under his chin and exhaled \"And you're right you know, something tells me this war will change us, as solid as we may seem, for better or worse\" The younger brother leaned up against the table. \"Once again, thank you, it's our talks that remind me I'm human, I'm not evil, I'm just not\" He breathed deeply.\n\n\"They remind me that I haven't sinned a day in my life, maybe I'm just not capable of it.\" A toothy grin stretched across Kharlyle's face \"Farewell brother\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Josephine wanted to ask Amaryllis if she needed help, but the young woman did it all herself. She fiddled a bit with her fingers as she waited for a response. It didn't take long for her curious gaze to start to wander and see everything with fascination. She continued to watch as Amaryllis prepared the tea. She quite liked tea. Sure, she had a better taste after trying the herbs at the manor and even the rare ones that got her in trouble.\n\n\"Wow! Are you alright now, Ryllis? That must have been a scare!\" She asked, worried about her, visible in her frown. \"But do you think all shifters butare the same? I've never met one, I hope I meet a good one. What if they just feel lonely?\" Josie smiled. She was reflecting herself in her words. But her smile was emancipated by a ray of hope that bather her still small borders of the world. As far as she had traveled, there was still much to live and experience.\n\n\" Pleeaase stop calling me ma'am. I'm sixteen! And you're my friend, right?\" She pursed her lips, further into the words that the shepherdess spoke. \"Cozy. Peaceful. Nothing like poor, no. Are you poor, Amaryllis? I don't think you are. Hey! I want to help you cook dinner for everyone, so please tell me what I need to do! The knights try their best to keep me from doing anything, saying it's imperative we go on our way, but to travel is supposed to be fun, right? I want to see the world now that I have this chance and I want to feel it too! Will you help me? \""
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Duke Darin the Brave, which he felt was a suitable title, hadn't been able to go through negotiations very well. All in all, it had been a right mess, ending with him being imprisoned in a traditional noble manner that being, a rather comfortable room that was usually enough to keep nobles from making a run for it. Unfortunately, Darin was a rather unusual noble, which become all the more evident as he had managed to the together several sheets into a rope, crack a window, subdue some poor guard, disguise himself, and promptly make his way out of Iron Gate. In that order, specifically. Still, Darin's poor sense of geography, combined with him not even having a map, resulted in the lonesome duke ending up.. Somewhere, generally South of Iron Gate. Luckily he had managed to nab a couple lovely pieces of loot (including a pleasant looking silver candelabrum) that he could bribe any peasants he came across with. Still, he couldn't bribe the lay of the land, and as Darin soon enough found himself wading through a swamp, it started to occur to him..\n\"Wait.. I'm lost again, aren't I..?\" He remarked with a frustrated sigh, punting some random rock off into the foggy distance- which made a quiet *Plup* As it broke through the water's surface.\nDarin was free. He still wasn't particularly pleased.\n\nDistant grumbling could be heard as Darin waded through the swamp, occasionally waving his arms around to shake off some kind of bloodsucking bug or other pest. \"Oh what the hell, why would anyone want to even.. Exist, in conditions like these? I swear to the great northern gods, I'm not going to go through a swamp ever again..\" Great. Judging by Darin's meagre knowledge of geography, he ought to be near the town of Ravenheart by now. There was no town anywhere in sight. He was completely lost. He couldn't really see how this day would get worse, as he slapped another mosquito that had decided to assault his neck.\n\nUnfortunately during the various fights he had been in the last couple days, Darin had been separated from his trusty axe. At the moment he simply carried a sword he had nabbed on his hasty retreat from Iron Gate- which he promptly drew as he heard the cracking and crunching of branches. His eyes slowly scanned over the landscape, mostly seeing the odd amphibian going about their usual business. \"Rrrrrright.. Who goes there? If you reveal yourself voluntarily, I won't have to reveal you violently.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis was rather bewildered by Josephine's child-like chatter and naivete. She seemed younger than she looked physically, but then again, she had been sheltered from the world. It produced an innocence in the young woman that surprised Amaryllis, but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant one. She found that she didn't begrudge Josephine of her sheltered and comfortable existence, and the innocence and wonder in the woman's voice was like the first breath of spring. The two women had led such different lives... \nAmaryllis stood up from her work and turned to look at Josephine for a moment, her eyes passing over the woman and taking in this delicate young flower, blooming in a world so bitterly cold and unforgiving. Then, a smile warmed Amaryllis' face as she replied, \"I suppose it is supposed to be fun to travel... So yes, I will help you in whatever way I can... Josie.\" It felt a bit odd to call her that, instead of something more formal, but she found that it felt good too. \nShe paused for a moment, then handed Josie a cutting board, along with some carrots and potatoes and a knife as she said, \"Chop these up and add them to the stew. Do you need me to show you how?\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Josephine was eager to explore the world, always curious about the lands that spanned beyond the eyes could see. She enjoyed the sense of freedom that came with traveling such a long distance, even though she was accompanied by men charged with protecting her with their life. The young girl was prepared for the crude reality that expected her at every turn, though there was a tingling anxiety that carved its way into her brain as it was normal with inexperience. Her father wasn't one to shelter her from the knowledge that there was evil, but he told her to trust her instinct over the dark stories of cutthroats and monsters lurking in the corners of the world. She was to learn firsthand about them, but she wanted to enjoy the moment of respite stopping at the cabin gave her.\n\nThe noble revealed to be quite dexterous with a blade, shaking her head with a soft smile. She was also eager to show she wasn't a pampered child like the others she met in auspicious occasions back home. They always depended on their servants to do everything, but Josephine was taught to be independent. She'd join the kitchen staff, mainly her nanny that was also her father's cook. It could be a surprise to Amaryllis how the girl wielded the knife and sliced the carrots and potatoes with thin skin peeled off before lining one at a time to chop in pieces and add it to the stew.\n\n\"Do you know a lot about the land here, Ryllis?\" She asked with an innocent second intention. It had been a topic to find a guide of sorts, but she found the knights to be doubtful of all the people they met, valuing the privacy and safety of their charge.\n\nOutside, the camp was prepared and the knights sat around the fires they set up, two for each four of the guardians, added another for Roderick and Tagus. While the others spoke ill of the peasant turned knight and their overall situation in sharing their time with a lowly peasant of Northwind, the knight commander and the young man focused on reading the map and planning their next step. It was, however, hard to concentrate with the pretentious gossip. Roderick believed that the differences between the group should be fixed by the group itself. So he pushed Tagus to stand for himself. The boy was anxious about proving himself, for the others saw him more as bait that could call out for them to protect Josephine than an actual guardian. There was one or maybe two knights that wanted to believe his abilities and preferred not to partake in the gossip, but they weren't open supporters of his success.\n\n\"At least if there's danger, we can be sure Tagus will come running with his tail between his legs to have the real men do their job!\" One of the knights said.\n\n\"You're just jealous he's the lady's right hand. Maybe you should swallow your pride and learn from him?\" Another said, just to spite the first.\n\n\"You think I have *Anything* To learn from a peasant? Shitblood will always be Shitblood.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "It was definitely better that Amaryllis couldn't hear the conversation outside, as all the talk about shitbloods and peasants likely would have made her a little less giving. She much preferred the company of Josephine, who seemed so sweet and kind that Amaryllis found that she quite liked her! The young girl was easy to talk to and rather entertaining, and Amaryllis was, admittedly, quite surprised at how well Josie could tackle the task of chopping up the vegetables and pealing the potatoes. She hadn't expected that, admittedly. She had expected the girl to be essentially useless in the kitchen, or really just useless in general!\n\nAs Josie chopped up the vegetables, Amaryllis turned her attention to the meat, taking out some lamb she had and trimming it a bit before dropping it into the now-boiling kettle. The meat would cook off, and the marrow would seep out into the stew, creating a thick, hearty broth. The meal should be ready in less than an hour! \n\n\"Of course!\" She replied warmly, looking rather pleased. \"My family has been here longer than anybody can remember. Sometimes, I think my family just appeared out of the land, staff in hand.\" She chuckled a bit at that, her eyes sparkling with amusement. It was a funny thought, really, to imagine her ancestors popping up out of the dirt and chasing after unruly sheep. \"I know these hills like the back of my hand. Been through just about every square inch of it, at one point or t'other. \"I spend all summer, as well as early spring and late fall here in the mountains, but then when it gets on towards winter, I bring my flock down to Iron Gate and sell the majority off. Then it all begins again in the spring.\""
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"message": "It was the start of a memorable night alongside Amaryllis. Josephine lived in the constricting palm of his father all the way until she was sixteen years. She was given a freedom she couldn't thoroughly enjoy because she was limited to the walls of her family's manor in Taemar. But present time brought happiness to her and the metaphorical wings she took a fancy. There was no adult supervision, even though she tried to see herself as her own woman rather than a teen thrown into the real world with little to no experience. She had the knights to protect her, but they were outside, thus their prying eyes could not see her real self and judge her for being open to a peasant. At least not more than they already did.\n\nJosephine's eyes were filled with wonder. The gleaming green orbs were streaken with golden awe and a natural curiosity that drove her to listen intently to every word and want to know more about the Sweetford family. Her own family had a standing reputation of ancient roots in the Taemarian nobility. Status felt so small, if only a nuisance, to the girl that helped Amaryllis with dinner. Out in the real world, away from politics and gossip, it didn't matter whether one was a noble or a peasant. Only their character and their wits. She wanted to become the best of herself for the coming years.\n\n\"That's amazing, Ryllis! And you've lived alone, taking care of your flock, all this time?\" Her excitement dimmed with the knowledge that Amaryllis had no one to leave her flock with. She wanted to ask the young woman if she'd be their guide through Northwind, all the way to the Witherlands and back. Although she expected a no, Josephine brought the topic up anyway. \"We're... Actually looking for someone to help us get to the Witherlands without much trouble. We've heard Northwind was becoming more dangerous each passing day.\" She nibbled on her bottom lip for a tiny frame of time. \"You wouldn't... Want to accompany me, would you?\""
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin let out a little huff and looked down. Some sort of plump, green and particularily slimey looking toad had crawled onto his foot. While Darin was cruel, he wasn't the type to punt a toad into orbit for existing close to him. Even that was unecesarrily cruel by his standards. Still, as some strange, croaking voice finally answered, Darin crouched slightly, eyed around, and finally saw.. Some figure? A swamp dweller, no doubt! Darin remembered the tales he had heard during his childhood, both from caretakers, and as gossip- That in the swamps lived all matters of nasty critters. Most of which were enough to give young and impressionable boys little nightmares, and most of which had a taste for human flesh. Okay, maybe Darin was a little bit freaked out (He had always been the superstitious sort..) but he wasn't going to let it show at least. \".. Your domain? Heh.. I'm Duke Darin of the Grey Hills, and soon, all of Northwind will be my domain! Who do you think you are, trying to bo- Mhhraargh!\" Darin was interrupted with a small tantrum as he frantically tried to wave off a mosquito that seemed very keen on a harassing him, before huffing and continuing \"Yes, as said, my domain, who do you are, trying to boss the magnificent Duke around?!\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis had chattered on about her family and its history for quite a bit before Josie finally got around to asking her about being their guide through the mountains. She had been somewhat saddened when Josie had asked about her living alone, as it really hadn't been very long since her family had died. Her sadness rapidly went to surprise and then uncertaity at the next question though, and it made her falter quite a bit.\nCould she be there guide? No, she couldn't leave the flock! ...Or could she? She could sell the herd and start over when she returned from her travels... She had often dreamed of the places that the traders she met went; the things they saw, the things they did, and things they knew of that she never would. Yet, now... Now she had a chance to escape her hum drum life, and travelling with Josie would likely be an experience unlike any other...\nShe bit her lower lip hard and didn't answer for quite some time, staring deep into the bubbling stew, her brow furrowed in concentration. It wasn't a question she had ever expected, nor was it an opportunity she had ever dreamed of. Yet she knew that she could guide Josie safely through the mountains... The areas that she didn't know, in the Witherlands, she would likely be able to navigate as well, as she understood mountain life and could almost sense the lay of the land around her. \nFinally, she replied, \"As long you intend to be here until tomorrow... Give me until then to decide? I'd have some packing to do, and of course I'd have to decide what to do with my flock...\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Josephine's features sharpened into a broad smile and jade greens shimmering with hope and fire. Her hope was that Amaryllis would choose to join her. The older woman was her first genuine sight for days. It would be a full week on the road on the next day, passing through settlements in Taemar until crossing to Northwind. The people she came across with then were a bit more fearful and submissive. Not abstract from politics, Josephine knew the Grunewalds ruled with an iron fist. Her land was harsh and cold, and she could mirror that with the slavers of Northwind. She had to arrive at nowhere in the deep wilderness to find Amaryllis. She liked her and her kindness. If she were a witch, she'd turn them all a long time ago. Of course, that silly thought fell apart. Her eyes beamed the reflection of the fire under the stew. \n\n\"We do! We do intend to be here! Thank you so much for your kindness, Ryllis!\"\n\nJosephine was ecstatic for the possibility of Amaryllis joining the group. With another woman, it wouldn't be so hard to face all the men and tell them what to do. It wasn't like she owned them or they pledged duty to her. It felt like they were following another's orders that coincided with her well-being. Most of them were. Lord Roderick, however, kept them all on the same page. Or tried to.\n\nJosephine's features sharpened into a broad smile and jade greens shimmering with hope and fire. Her hope was that Amaryllis would choose to join her. The older woman was her first genuine sight for days. It would be a full week on the road on the next day, passing through settlements in Taemar until crossing to Northwind. The people she came across with then were a bit more fearful and submissive. Not abstract from politics, Josephine knew the Grunewalds ruled with an iron fist. Her land was harsh and cold, and she could mirror that with the slavers of Northwind. She had to arrive at nowhere in the deep wilderness to find Amaryllis. She liked her and her kindness. If she were a witch, she'd turn them all a long time ago. Of course, that silly thought fell apart. Her eyes beamed the reflection of the fire under the stew. \n\n\"We do! We do intend to be here! Thank you so much for your kindness, Ryllis!\"\n\nJosephine was ecstatic for the possibility of Amaryllis joining the group. With another woman, it wouldn't be so hard to face all the men and tell them what to do. It wasn't like she owned them or they pledged duty to her. It felt like they were following another's orders that coincided with her well-being. Most of them were. Lord Roderick, however, kept them all on the same page. Or tried to.\n\n\"Tell me more about... You and your family and... I don't know! About your flock!\" She was half kidding about the flock and would hear every word attentively if Amaryllis did start to talk about her flock."
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"author": "potatogoblin",
"message": "Forever, always, and never ending. That doesn't really make much sense putting these kinds of words together. That doesn't matter. Still within the comfort of mother nature, Vidu will always be wandering about and trying to get accustomed to all the new surroundings, sounds, things, you know. Leaving that dangerous island and onto a more... Calming one just doesn't make her feel like anything was going to get better. She was more tense, unable to let her guard down not even once. Even if a small harmless insect would flutter by, she'll just kill it in an instant as it comes within range of her attacks. She was use to all the danger, but peace just wasn't really much of a thing for her. There were a couple of times where she would move towards the borders of the forests, peeking her head out and into the open fields to take a gander of what was really going on out in the open air. Sometimes she would see people riding horses with these gigantic carts that were being pulled. Sometimes it was just people walking on foot. She found it... Interesting. She felt beckoned to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to do so which means staying within the forest. Alone. 😩 👌"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis smiled brightly at the younger girl. Really, Josie's smile was infectious and her excitement filled Amaryllis with a sense of excitement as well. She had a great deal to think about though... \nShe was grateful for the distraction from the decision she would have to make and was more than happy to chat with Josie some more, chattering on about her family and her flock and her life here in the mountains. She avoided talk of her immediately family though, as the subject of her parents and her siblings, and their deaths, was still too painful to talk in detail about. It was too soon... Perhaps that was why she was even considering travelling with Josie and her companions. After the loss of her family, she really had no one left. No one to tie her down. No one to stick around for. Just a flock of sheep, and while she cared for her flock, they were just a way to make a living to her. She could sell them, travel with Josephine, and when she eventually returned, she would simply buy a few head of sheep and begin again. \nAbout an hour later, the stew was prepped and ready for dinner. Amaryllis took a little taste of it, then smiled at Josie as she said, \"I'd say it's just about perfect! Thank you for your help, Josie... Should I take this out to them? Or should they come inside? It would likely be easier for them to come inside and get their dinner.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The young Taemarian girl had her ears perked and her attention was given fully to the peasant girl that tended to the flock up in the hills of Northwind. As time passed, the reign of the sun ended slowly with the bright star turning a mellow red and descending towards the west, where it would greet the other side of the world as the faraway stars wriggled into existence. The moon was seen full and bathing much of the eastern sides of the hills with the silvery thar pushed shade away. Josephine leaned her head above the pot while Amaryllis questioned her about the right course of action. She sniffed the stew three uick times before taking a deep breath and smiling broadly. It was a marvelous scent. She was proud of the meal she helped Amaryllis make.\n\n\"Oh! Of course, you're right! I'll call them!\"\n\nThe noble teenager walked at ane ager pace and opened the door to the outside. Her toothy and happy grin was betrayed by the scene unfolding before her. Some shouts of encouragement were thrown into the air while Tagus and another knight just began fighting. He had enough when the knight called him a shitblood. When he demanded an apology for not only himself, but the people the knight stepped on, the other man insulted his mother. The young boy had no other answer but a wad of spit that he spat at the other's face. A moment later, they were both grappling and striking each other as they rolled on the ground, their fists taking the turn of their mouths.\n\n\"Tagus!! Stop!!\" Josephine said in a harsh and high pitched tone that rolled down the hill and to the surrounding landscape. Everyone was jolted to attention, including the boy, but the knight on top of him still went for a haymaker at the face of the grounded boy. Tagus pushed him off and released a flurry of punches that demanded the intervention of Roderick. The knight commander laced his arms under and around the boy's shoulders and pulled him, muttering orders in his ears.\n\n\"Don't lose your cool, boy...! You've been ordered by the Lady to stop...! Remember your charge...!\"\n\nTagus had a red mark on the left side of his face, where the other knight punched him. The man he was struggling with, however, had a bloodied nose and his cheeks were red with bruises and rage. \"Fucking Shitblood! I'll kill you one of these days!\" The knight growled.\n\n\"That's enough, you two! Ryllis prepared a marvelous stew for us and this is how you repay her?! Acting like... Like children?!\"\n\nRoderick released Tagus and wiped his dirt coated fur. \"Our sincerest apologies, my Lady.\" The knight commander spoke. \"We let our differences get the best of us. It won't happen again.\" The young knight nodded and looked down at the ground in embarrassment.\n\n\"Now please behave and come inside! I'm so sorry, Ryllis!\" She spoke to the knights and then to Amaryllis. \n\nThe knights collected their bowls and spoons, forming a line that would end up at the door of the cabin. They entered one at a time and walked around the cabin to create a circle. The circle had one man next to the boiling stew with his bowl cupped by his two hands. He waited for the peasant girl to serve him some of the meal into his bowl."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis heard the commotion from outside and the sharp, piercing cry from Josie as she ordered them to stop. It drew her attention and she peered out, leaving her post by the stew as she tried to figure out what was going on. She saw the fight, and she heard those sharp words: \"Fucking Shitblood.\" She grimaced slightly at them and retreated back into the cabin, occupying herself with tidying things up and just trying to make herself look busy in general.\n\nThe term shitblood wasn't anything new to her. She knew what she was and what she always would be. Any peasant in Marin knew their place, and if they ever had any interaction with the upper class, they were reminded frequently of their low-born status. Still, that term made her a bit angry, and even more so when she was feeding them! They were going to take her food and look down on her the entire time, though that's what all the upperclass did, she realized. They trampled over the \"Shitbloods\" On their way to the top. Yet, despite her anger, Amaryllis knew that it would never change. Unlike others in Northwind, she had no idealized notions of a changing class structure or any sort of liberties. She was a shitblood, and she always would be.\n\nAs the knights came inside, Amaryllis kept her gaze down and wouldn't look at any of them as she ladled warm stew into each of their bowls, one by one. The stew was piping hot and steam rose from each bowl, warming the hands of its owner. After everyone else had food to eat, Amaryllis finally poured some for herself and ate, sitting off by herself and out of everyone's way."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Josephine was visibly annoyed by the way her own guardians acted in the land of their host. They were ill mannered and rude to someone because of their social status and, from all the knowledge she gathered in the libraries and the wisdom her father passed on from the noble city of Raunkastel, the one bit she hated to know about the most was the discrimination of rank and how the elite abused and tortured the commoners to fulfill their whims and desires. She was quick to join Amaryllis and shun her own people with a glare of green that glistened with a golden streak of emotion. She made a mental note to speak frankly with Knight Commander Roderick about it.\n\nSome of the knights weren't thankful, even when Josephine and Amaryllis worked hard to cook them a wonderful meal. Such disdain bred from status was what was wrong with society, Josephine thought. She didn't speak out of respect for Amaryllis. The last thing she wanted was to make the uncomfortable atmosphere even worse. She had her bowl served and waited for Amaryllis to sit before joining her. The noble girl went as far as whisking Tagus away from the spiteful knights to her side, so he'd sit to her right and Amaryllis to her left.\n\nTagus couldn't keep to himself about the incident. He spoke out, low and without creating waves, to humbly apologize his host about fighting in her land. \"I'm sorry you had to see us acting like that, Miss Amaryllis. I promise you this isn't the way every knight acts.\" He stated, trying to defend the honor of the title he and the others were given. He didn't have the pretentious attitude the highborn possessed."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis glanced up at Tagus as he spoke, the surprise evident on her face. She hadn't expected an apology, though granted, he seemed to have, at least at one point, been a peasant such as herself. He wasn't noble born, so perhaps that was what made him behave in this humble way. \n\n\"It's alright,\" She replied, trying to brush the incident away. \"It doesn't matter much to me how knights act.\" With that, she turned her attention back to her meal and continued eating. She was pretty quiet for the remainder of the meal, and she was seriously doubting joining Josie on her journey now. If the knights had so much disdain for a shitblood among their own ranks, how much more would they have for her? \n\nShe finished eating quickly, then glanced at Josie and gave her a little smile. She didn't want her to feel bad about the incident! Amaryllis knew that Josie was different from the others, and she appreciated that. \"I need to go wash up,\" She said. \"Help yourself to whatever you need.\"\n\nWith that, she rose and ducked out of the cabin, making her way across the clearing and through a stand of trees to the nearby creek. It was time for a much-needed bath, and it would give her some time to clear her mind."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Tagus wanted to contest the shepherdess' words. He wanted to tell her that it should matter how a knight acts and she should openly criticize the actions that condemned a man of not being chivalrous. He saw how many knights acted in his few years as a squire and he abhorred the image they gave to the title, which was supposed to translate into a protector of the people, twisted into a figure that lived off its title and stepped on the lower classes and their merit. Josephine knew Tagus all too well to know what was on his mind. She placed her right hand on his left thigh and squeezed, a sign he knew all too well. The young knight kept a reserved, but still thoughtful expression. He wanted to change the way the title he had was seen by changing the title itself. Return it to its former and correct definition.\n\nWhen Amaryllis left, Josephine had the chance to speak to her guardians. She did so by addressing Lord Roderick himself, the stoic head of the group of knights. The young noble took a deep breath before doing so, a breath Roderick also knew from his time protecting the lady. He saw her grow up within the boundaries of the castle walls and tutored her in combat when Clovis was busy elsewhere.\n\n\"Knight Commander.\" She called. \"I cannot allow this pretentious conduct to continue among the guardians. It was a *Shitblood* That welcomed us to her house and prepared a hearty meal for us to sate our hunger. She even gave us a roof over our heads!\" It was clear that some of the knights disapproved of their lady defending the peasant, but Lord Roderick nodded. He placed the bowl of food on the floor in front of his stool and stood up, bringing his right hand in front of the plate, over the region of his heart.\n\n\"The guardians are ashamed of their actions, my Lady. We will vie to uphold the code of valor our noble house is known for.\"\n\n\"Hmph!\"\n\nThe one man that grunted was the same that had a bloody nose covered in cloth to stop its river of red. Tagus rose from his seat, but he found the same right hand of the fair lady on his left shoulder. \"Should I dismiss any of the men here for a lonely journey back to Raunkastel? Would my father like to know one of the knights he appointed had to be let go for misconduct?\"\n\n\"Of course not, my Lady! Hausel, you're tonight's watch!\"\n\nHausel, the pretentious knight, sneered and slumped his head and shoulders. No one liked the night watch. They felt it was beneath them.\n\n\"This journey won't be a coming of age just for me, but for all of you.\" The noble spoke to everyone in the room. \"I won't tolerate discrimination. Be cautious, but do not insult anyone, especially not Amaryllis. She is my *Friend*.\"\n\nOut of the eight knights, perhaps three of them acknowledged the young girl's words more than the rest. The Knighthoods were leaning more and more to a political end and being figureheads than upholding the tenets a knight was envisioned with. But she'd find the most loyal of men in those three, Tagus excluded from the number of eight. His was an unparalleled faith towards Josephine.\n\nAfter finishing their meals, the knights went to their camp. By then, it was possible that Amaryllis was returning from her bath. If that was so, then she'd be approached by those three knights that wanted to do good by Josephine, thanking her for the stew. They were Rolf, Maverick and Howitzer. Rolf was a middle aged man with a vast knowledge of weaponry and tactics. He was bald and dark skinned, an oddity among the northern and middlelands. His House was near insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but the Merovingian saw it good enough to fit under their wing. Maverick was younger, perhaps the youngest second to Tagus. He was in his early twenties and was Roderick's son. Howitzer was a tower of a man, easily the tallest of all the knights, and had a powerful body full of muscle."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis took her time bathing in the creek, despite the fact that the mountain stream was quite chilly. With the knights busy eating, she didn't have to fear that anyone would stumble across her. She slipped from her dress and waded into the water, shivering a bit as the cold water enveloped her, though she found that she welcomed it. It was a shock to her system, but it also distracted her from the decision she would need to make. \n\nHer pale skin glowed softly in the moonlight as she bathed, washing away a week's worth of dirty and grime. It made her feel fresh and renewed, and the moonlight provided her with more than enough light to go about her business.After finishing with her bath, she exited the creek and began to slip into her dress once more. She had just pulled it around her and began tying the bow in the back when she heard a rustle nearby and the soft snap of a twig. Instantly, she was on high alert, her eyes searching the shadows for whatever had made the noise. \n\nBut it could just be a knight... Right? \"Hello?\" She said, peering into the darkness.. A knight could have just come down to the creek for a drink, or to perhaps bathe himself. There was no response, and she waited a few moments, listening intently to the stillness around her. No response came, but no more rustling or twig snapping occurred either. All was still... Almost too still.\n\nShe waited a few more moments, then ducked into the shadows herself, turning her back and starting to make her way back to the cabin. She had made it only a few feet when something, or someone, slammed into her from behind, knocking her to the ground and knocking the air from her lungs. She tried to scream and cry out, but instead, she was left desperately attempting to suck some air into her lungs as she flailed and thrashed, striking at her attacker with as much force as she could manage."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The group of knights was accounted for and all but one were present at camp. Hausel, the one in charge of the night watch, wasn't about to slack off just because he disliked the way the others indulged the young and immature lady's whims. He was of a serious mind that wanted to keep to the trails and the wilderness, depending on none but the group. The naivety of Josephine would be the group's undoing as far as he knew.\n\nBut a strange sound of thrashing piqued his curiosity and made the man, who had just started his round in going down to the creek, bulge his eyes. He saw a shadow on top of another in the distance, the sight of a struggle as one tried to overpower the other. As the man hurried to investigate, he managed to identify Amaryllis. His sense of duty was above any emotion he had, ill or no, for the girl. He drew his sword, which made an echo of blade rasping the scabbard, and shouted.\n\n\"Take your hands off of her!\"\n\nThe yell echoed back to camp, where the men were getting warm. Tagus bolted out of the house, followed by Josephine. He gestured for her to wait with the others, which she was forced to comply to follow protocol. What would Tagus arrive to remained to be seen."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "She grappled with her attacker, clawing and scratching, lashing out with every ounce of force she could muster. She was a petite woman, but years of hard labor had made her quite strong, and it's likely the only reason that she hadn't been completely overpowered yet. She had a disadvantage in her size and lack of experience, but she made up for it in sheer willpower! \n\nShe couldn't get a good look at her attacker, but that didn't stop her. She slammed her elbow into his nose, causing the man to grunt in pain and loosen his grip for a moment, which allowed her to roll over and drive her thumbs into his eyes. A moment later though, he regained himself and grabbed her hands and pinned them to the earth as he struck her face repeatedly. \n\nDazed and disoriented, Amaryllis didn't no who it was that shouted, but her attacker responded to it all the same and released her. His grip on her loosened and the blows stopped raining down on her, and a moment later, the man was racing off into the dark, disappearing into the shadows from whence he came. \n\nAmaryllis slowly managed to push herself up, wavering and breathing hard. The right side of her face throbbed and her nose was bleeding, but she was on her feet!"
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "\"Delusional?!\" Darin responded, in perhaps more than approperiate outrage, delivering a fierce kick to a seemingly random tuft of grass. \"Bah.. I'll command all that falls before me, just you wait..\" Darin responded with a rather bitter grumble, before starting to make his way towards this shadowy figure in the mist. At worst, he'd just have to fight it. At best, it could point him in the right direction to get out of this moist hellhole. Still, Darin wasn't quite attentive enough to pick up on the sarcasm, instead smiling and relaxing a bit. \"Ah, so finally, the respect I deserve.. Well, in that case, you can have your little bog! I, really just want to get away from here. Preferably southwards. You know the lay of the land, don't you, mister, eh..\" Darin snapped his fingers a few times and waved his hand, trying to fish for some kind of name. Obviously calling the person before him \"Horrible bog-beast\" Wasn't too flattering, so he managed to restrain himself from doing so.\n\nDarin squinted a bit at the hands in front of him, which he first assumed was a gesture of surrender- But upon noticing their odd shape, he became all the more weary again. \"Oh no.. Nooooo..\" Darin quietly mumbled to himself, secretely growing incresingly nervous about the swamp monstrosity, who's terrible name was.. \".. Albert? Just, Albert? Not as in, Albert the flesh-ripper, or, Albert-who-devours-lost-children?\" Darin quizzed for a moment. He couldn't help but to feel that the name ALBERT was a little plain for some sort of horrible wetlands monster. \".. Well, I am surprised that you do not already know me.\" Darin remarked, with a slight smirk helping hide his worries. Pulling off the helmet he had worn so far to disguise himself, he let his quite long, white hair flow freely for a moment. \"Darin Zacharov, Duke Conqueror of the Grey Hills, and rightful heir to the throne of Northwind! Holder of many titles, and all in all, probably the most important person who has even passed through this swamp.\" Darin didn't consider it narcisissm, he just saw it as being able to enknowledge just how great he actually was!"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Hausel saw the ongoing struggle during his run toward the source, plate banging on his jog as the armor was bearing a toll on his mobility. His body was strong, which allowed him to make long strides with his legs, stopping short in his shout. When the attacker raised his shape into the gleam of moonlight, Hausel dropped his sword and grabbed the hilt of a knife on the right side of his waist. It was a reverse grip that pushed the blade from its sheathe and over the loosening fingers. He caught up with it in front of his shoulder with his thumb, index and middle fingers and whipped his forearm back. His brown eyes glowed birghtest in their light complexion, reflecting the moon above the pupils that centered on the figure running back through the creek. He slung his forearm forward and jerked his wrist on release, sending the knife flying through the air to hit the side of the left leg of the unknown agressor. He wanted to know who it was, why they were there, thinking of the perimeter and how it was easy to breach it. If it was a wildman, there could be a band of barbarians around. But then it could be someone targeting the group. It could be paranoia, but Hausel wanted that shadow lying on its face and unable to properly run.\n\nThe dark blade flicked a spark in its gliding path and disappeared in the low dim of darkness light. The moon saw overhead as the knife was shot, making only a fast sizzling sound be warning shot to the strike. Then Tagus arrived. Had the man be hit fair, the knight blood would have the boy do the running. \"Go and get that man! We have to interrogate him, so mind your manners Tagus!\" His was always a rattling tone of scowling discordance for having a Shitblood among his peers. Knightblood was superior.\n\nThe young knight didn't falter in following the order. He was the youngest of the group, and although his obligation to Josephine could have him a warm seat right next to her at that moment, he had these drives that the girl could not restrain. He wasn't running very fast, but that was his first real run with that suit of armor. He cherished the moments he ran around on his own during younger times. If the made up plan came together, Hausel had something to gloat about, in all of his fairness.\n\nTagus really wanted to find out what this attacker was doing. It couldn't be something like a thief, this far out. He also hoped he didn't make the stupid mistake of running all the way there if it was a ruse for something worse."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin stood there for a moment, dumbfounded with a combination of disbelief and shock, with just a smidgeon of relief mixed in. He had heard tales about the bog creatures. They were large, had many gnashing teeth, horrible tentacle limbs, glowing eyes, and kidnapped children who missbehaved and didn't respect their parents. They were NOT some kind of lost orphan who was half frog and dressed like a bum. It made Darin question those childhood tales for a moment, before reaching the conclusion that just perhaps, this wasn't the kind of bog-beast he was thinking about. Still seeming rather cautious, and slightly repulsed by the muddy hand, he slowly grasped it and gave it a slight shake. \"Rrrrright.. You, uh, too? And, you too?\" He responded, turning towards the toad on the second greeting. He stood there for a moment in a strange and awkward silence as he tried to process the thing before him- but the penny in his mind quickly dropped, and he got back onto his original topic. \".. Right, yes, this swamp. If you're the Lord of it, which I'll let you remain for now, you ought to know where it's located, *Riiiight?*\" Perhaps this was just the jackpot Darin needed. Directions, right back to the Grey Hills! Or at least the nearest settlement.."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The man grunted as the knife sliced through his left side, though it didn't embed itself into his flesh. Rather, it nicked him, slicing through the sinews of flesh and making him bleed quite a bit. It slowed him down and caused him to leave a clear blood trail as he hobbled off through the darkness, running as fast as he could with his wound while clutching it. Each step tore the wound further open and only made it worse, but he couldn't stop running now! If he did, Tagus, who was hot on his heels, would catch him, and then it would be game over. \n\nThe moonlight wasn't doing him any favors either. With the bright moon lighting up the landscape, he lacked the cover of shadows and darkness. There were still certainly shadows and trees that made it somewhat easier to hide, but the moon... He cursed it as he ran, where when he was watching Amaryllis and moving to attack her, he had been glad for it. \n\nDarting from tree to tree and shadow to shadow, he made his way through the woods, eventually ducking towards the creek and travelling up it for a time, just to make his pursuer lose his blood trail. The water made it impossible to run, but it was worth it just to lose the blood trail. He crawled out on the other side and ducked behind a tree, leaning up against it and breathing hard as he stopped to listen for his pursuer."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis certainly wasn't going to be winning any beauty contests any time soon. Already, her right eye was swollen shut and her lip was split, while blood trickled from her nose. Her assailant had certainly done a number on her, but it was nothing that wouldn't heal up in a few days. Curse her injury and that shifter! Perhaps, without that old injury, she could have broken free and ran away! No... Her assailant had simply been too strong for her. She shuddered to think of what would have happened had Tagus and the other knights not been here. Northwind was an unsettled place as of the moment, and it was even more dangerous than usual. \n\nShe was shaking pretty badly from her ordeal, but she didn't want to let on how frightened she was. So despite her fear, she managed a little nod and said weakly, \"Yes... Yes, I'm alright, sir.\" She pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to get the bleeding to stop, wincing a little from the pain. \n\nWith that, she turned and started to make her way back towards the cabin, her limp a little more pronounced than usual and her steps staggered. She was quite dazed from the blows to the head, but she wished to make it back to the cabin on her own power. Besides, the knights were clearly in a hurry to report to their commander and ensure the safety of their charge, and she would only slow them down. \n\nBut who was it that had attacked her? Had they been there the whole time as she bathed, watching and waiting for her? Were they slavers? There were stories of people been kidnapped and sold into slavery, though she never thought it would happen to her. Were they a thief? Were they after Josephine and her party? Were there more out there? Amaryllis didn't have the answers to any of these questions, and that was the scariest thought of all."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "With the threat of the single attacker resolved, Hausel didn't wait for Tagus and Amaryllis before turning on his heel on leaving the creek on a hurried walk to report back to Knight Commander Roderick. It wasn't the thought that the two people behind him were Shitbloods, but the paranoia that the camp was endangered and so was their charge.\n\nTagus had other concerns. Yes, he was worried about Josephine and her safety, but so was he worried about Amaryllis and the blood that trickled down her nose, along with the bruises and cuts from the struggle. \"Excuse me, miss.\" He said so as his left arm draped her shoulders. It was a light pressure that was shifted to her back as fingers wrapped around the top of her left arm. He wanted to support her limp as she walked, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure no one came back. His right hand was guided in front of her face and his two fingers, index and middle, pressed against her forehead to suggest she lean her head back to control the blood flow. \"Let me guide you.\" He said, taking the young woman by his slow and patient walk as they came around the cabin.\n\nIt wasn't panic that controlled the camp. Lord Roderick made sure that his men scattered to form a perimeter around the cabin and keep watch. Josephine was in front of the wooden house, guarded by a tower of a man the others called Howitzer. Howitzer was wearing full plate, a fully enclosed helmet and wielded a massive two bearded axe with his two hands, at a stance that vowed to engage any should combat arise. The young noble had a hand on her rapier, which was strapped to the left side of her waist. When she saw Tagus and Amaryllis, she rushed towards the two with a deep look of worry mixed with anxiety. Her heart felt like it fell off her chest and into the hands she held together in a tight grip. Josephine cupped Amaryllis' face gently. She was frowning, brows arched with green eyes gleaming as if she was about to cry.\n\n\"Let's go inside, Ryllis! Let me mend your wounds!\" She beckoned more than requesting or demanding, it wasn't even a suggestion. It was full blown worry for seeing the rupture of the skin and swollen flesh.\n\n\"I could not see him clearly and I doubt Tagus had a better view. I managed to hit his leg, though.\" Hausel reported.\n\n\"Do you expect us to suspect every man with a limp from now on?\" Roderick said with a hint of frustration. \"There are many variables to what that man was doing here. Perhaps he wasn't expecting to see a knight, or perhaps he was testing our reaction time.\"\n\n\"If he was after the lady, I think he wouldn't risk losing his head over some Shitblood.\"\n\nHausel was probably right, but Roderick admonished him. \"Watch your tongue, Hausel. The lady invited Amaryllis to join us. You must not let your views affect your duty.\"\n\n\"I will not! I don't understand the point of having a *Peasant*Accompany us, nor can I understand the lady's wishes, but I will do my job, Knight Commander!\"\n\n\"Good! You will join Maverick in patrolling the area in a small circle around the cabin. Report back to the main camp immediately if something is amiss. I don't want any heroes here.\"\n\n\"If Tagus ran faster, we'd have a culprit to interrogate!\"\n\n\"I don't see you sweating, Hausel. Your antics of blaming others won't work with me. You're dismissed.\"\n\nRoderick saw the contempt in Hausel's eyes before he turned around and left. It didn't matter for the Knight Commander whether the man liked him or not. He was more focused in the situation at hand. The knight walked towards the cabin, where Tagus would be accompanying Amaryllis and Josephine or guarding the entrance if the shepherdess accepted Josephine's plea to go inside and get her wounds treated."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis hesitated a little to go inside and have Josephine tend to her. It didn't seem appropriate for a noble to dress her wounds! Yet... She wouldn't be able to see her own face and take care of the damage very well, so she finally agreed, nodding a little as she said, \"Thank you, Josephine...\" \n\nShe made it inside, with the help of Tagus, and sat heavily into one of the rough-hewn chairs at the table. Her head hurt and it felt like her eye was swelling up to be as big of as a beehive. She also took this opportunity to tip her head back a bit, as Tagus had shown her, and that did help her nose to stop bleeding. \n\nAfter a few moments, she looked over at Tagus with her one good eye and managed a faint smile as she said, \"Thank you, sir, for helping me... I will have to thank Sir Hausel too... Please... Go help the others. I know you want to prove yourself.\" She closed her eyes then, finding that it helped relieve the throbbing in her skull too. Speaking hurt, with her split and swollen lip, but it wasn't too bad."
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"message": "Kharlyle sat at the dinner table alone, nearly every candle drowned in its wax, both plates were filled with with bread crust ends and stains. Lyle began thinking to himself, and all of those bread crusts got him mighty drowsy. He stretched his arms above his head and loudly yawned, he knew there was no one else around.\n\nHe was at peace.\n\nHis eyes closed.\n\nWait.\n\nOne eye of his opened. \"Wait one bleeding second... This is Merc's dining hall!\". \"Mercurio! Master Mercurio! Where the hell is he going? I'm not cleaning this shit table\". A tablesmaid who heard his yells came through the doors from the kitchen, and Kharlyle signaled for her to come forth.\n\n\"Please go *Remind* Master Mercurio who's dining hall this is\" Kharlyle was a scary man, but he commanded this in such a comical tone, it was difficult for the woman to be instilled with such fear he was accustomed to. Kharlyle laughed softly to himself as the woman ran after the hallway doors."
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"message": "After sorting through a bit of confusion, Mercurio gave a vague apology to the tablemaid and asked her to handle the dishes. \n\n\"It's quite a-alright, Master Whylder.\" The maid spoke slowly and bowing her head. She'd been here for many a year yet still had yet to get a grip on her situation as a maid here.\n\nBut could she? Mercurio would have to wait and see.\n\n\"Well, get on with it then.\" Mercurio turned around and began walking away. \"And have someone escort my brother back to his estate. Have him ride my sled carriage as apology.\""
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"message": "But the maid returned to an unconscious Kharlyle drooling from his mouth agape. Yes, it may have seen unprofessional of him, but a much larger war was being made in Northwind, and he Whylders would need all the rest they could get. It would be best to leave to Mercurio in the morning to scrape his brother off the chair and bring him back to his house."
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"message": "It didn't matter for Josephine if it was appropriate or not. She was simply glad her friend was alive, although she much preferred Amaryllis was also unscathed. Things didn't happen like the noble wanted them to happen, but she already knew the world would be harsh. She just wasn't completely ready for how harsh it was.\n\nJosephine fetched a towel and poured some of the remaining water into the pot atop the burning fire. She waited for it to boil to then soak and twist it, finally using the towel to wipe the blood away from the face and lip carefully. While the noble treated her friend, Tagus was about ready to head out after helping the young woman to the chair. \"Don't mention it. I will be there sooner next time.\" He said, slightly embarrassed she was still calling him sir, despite his age and former station. Tagus smiled softly at her, kind eyes hoping with a gleam to see her better. Then he left the cabin to watch over it from the outside.\n\n\"Did you manage to see who it was, Ryllis? It must have been frightening. I was only attacked during practice with father or one of my tutors. I don't know how I'd react in an actual experience.\" Josephine said. \"I am a little bit jealous,\" She added, smiling slightly. \"You've already been through a lot. I hope there was as much good as there was bad. To even it out.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis flinched from time to time as Josephine worked. Josephine was trying to be gentle, of course, but there was only so much the girl could do to keep from hurting Amaryllis as she cleaned her up. Granted, at this point, Amaryllis was in pain whether or not Josephine touched her, so she didn't complain. Just winced from time to time. \n\nAmaryllis smiled ever so slightly, however, when Josephine said that she was jealous. Such a sheltered life... Still, Amaryllis didn't begrudge her that. And Josephine had been trained in how to defend herself, so Amaryllis knew, in a way, that Josie would like be fine if she ever were attacked, horde of knights at her side or not. \n\n\"They attacked from behind,\" She replied, \"So I never got a good look. I have no idea who they were or why they were here... There's lots of possibilities, for who they are, but I... I just don't know. I'm sorry.\" She closed her eyes, feeling as if she could have fought back better, but he had been so strong and she had been caught off-guard. After a pause, she said, \"I'm sure that, if the time comes that you ever need to defend yourself, you'll do so with ease.\" She avoided Josie's musings of, \"I hope there was as much good as there was bad.\""
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"message": "In the world outside the Merovingian House, there were no codes of chivalry nor social etiquette to drive men. She learned of this truth inside the city walls of Raunkastel, two years ago. She found herself lost in the market, detached from the group of nobles which included from her father. A small-time gang of peasants accosted her, surrounding her quickly and touching her and her fine dress. It was one of her favorite dresses they tugged at and tried to ruin, like her mother's heirloom which was a pretty amethyst necklace she would then leave behind after that occasion, for safekeeping. She wondered if Tagus hadn't shown up, would she be swollen and beaten like the girl she was tending to?\n\nJosephine smiled at Amaryllis' words of encouragement. She never really had the chance to prove herself in actual combat, despite the fact that her father and tutors were harsh to try and provide realism to their spars. \"It's okay, Ryllis. All that matters is that you're safe now and by my side. I won't let that man harm you again.\"\n\nLord Roderick stopped short of the cabin's entrance, where Tagus was guarding Josephine and Amaryllis. Just outside the wooden cabin, the two knights had a small discussion of duty. Tagus left Josephine and, even though she was among the other knights, he disregarded his duty as the right hand."
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"message": "Amaryllis smiled a bit at the young woman's vow to protect her. It was a sweet gesture, but despite what she had just said to the woman, she didn't believe in Josie's ability to protect her. Still, a sweet thought that made her rather happy, and she found that she was glad to have the companionship of the young noble. \n\nWhen Josie had cleaned her up and gotten all the blood washed away, Amaryllis went outside and returned a few moments later with a cool, damp cloth that she had soaked in the spring nearby. It was ice cold water that soothed her and helped bring the swelling down some more, though she knew that her face would likely look even worse in the morning."
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"message": "When Amaryllis left for that short moment, Josephine was left with her thoughts and the underlying worry of this event being more than a random circumstance. She wasn't the only one with such paranoia, but did it make sense to be so suspicious over a rabid attack on a peasant?\n\nThere were flames creeping deeper in the woods and men moving between the bushes. It was unclear what their origins and their purpose were, but they were looking to cause trouble. They doused their torches in the water, to hide their movement under the cover of darkness. Perhaps they were associated with that one man.\n\n\"You should rest, Ryllis.\" Josephine said. \"Leave it to me and my men to protect you for tonight.\" She walked along the small cabin towards Amaryllis and flashed her a gentle and kind smile."
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"message": "Amaryllis smiled at the young woman in return and murmured, \"Thank you.\" However, she hesitated to go to sleep. She needed to check on her sheep, just in case... But she also didn't have much energy. \n\nFinally, she decided to go do her job and rose from her seat as she said, \"Let me check on my flock, then I'll come back and rest.\" She gave her a little smile, then made her way outside, still holding the cold cloth against her swollen right eye. Her flock was in the corral with the knights' horses. All was quiet and the night was still. The cool air of the evening felt good against her swollen, bruised skin, and she found it soothing."
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"message": "Josephine wanted to contest the woman's idea of leaving the cabin to check on her flock, but she couldn't force her out of her will. Instead, the girl left the cabin with Amaryllis. \"I'll go with you.\" She was silent in their small walk to the pen, where the knights' horses were also located. The fair moon's silver gaze bathed the penned animals.\n\nThe noble saw a pair of knights patrol the outer range of the pen when she heard the howl of the wind. It was pierced by sizzling projectiles that struck the thick plate of the knights and around them, lucky to be in such armor that the arrowheads would rebound off of the metal. Josephine's eyes wriggled to a wide stare. She broke her quiet expression to grab the shoulders of her friend and pull her down and behind the fence for cover.\n\n\"Get down!\"\n\nAnother hail of arrows met the inside of the pen, grazing and hitting the livestock and horses that groaned and screeched in pain. Flames arose from the treeline down the hill as wild warcries echoed in rolling thunders through the disleveled landscape.\n\n\"Josephine!\" Tagus shouted. \"Come!\" He had followed them around the cabin to the pen, standing a distance away until the arrows started raining. He cut some distance between the two volleys and stood in front of the two girls before the incoming third. His companions joined with them."
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"message": "Panic rose in Amaryllis', drowning out virtually everything else. The stillness of the night was pierced by howling war cries and the swish of arrows, followed by cries of pain. She and Josephine were safe, relatively, behind the cover of the fence, but once more, Amaryllis found herself helplessly looking on as her flock was maimed and slaughtered. \n\nA moment later, Tagus stood over them, and Amaryllis grabbed Josephine and pushed her to her feet, giving her a shove towards Tagus. He could protect her and shield her. In a moment, she vaulted over the fence and ran to the gate, popping it open so that the flock could escape. At least that way, they wouldn't be sitting ducks for the volleys of arrows. \n\nEven as she ran, another hailstorm of arrows came hurtling out of the sky, and Amaryllis found herself just scampering about and ducking, hoping against hope that none of the arrows would hit her. She got lucky and all of them missed, though her panicked flock had a few more of their numbers felled. They took no prodding to rush through the gate, bleating helplessly as they ran. \n\n\"Tagus,\" Amaryllis cried, \"Do you want your horse? Or Josephine's?\" The horses tossed their heads and pulled at their tethers, eyes rolling with fright. She could see the whites of their eyes. Poor beasts... But she couldn't just let them go. If they bolted, they'd all be trapped here. She didn't know what to do in this situation, but if Josephine and Tagus needed to run, now was the time to get the horses."
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"message": "Josephine gasped a sharp gasp and found her body pressed against the knight's plate. In turn, the young man wrapped an arm around her and pulled her a step away from the incoming horde. As it encroached on their position, they could hear human emitted howls and perceive the pelts of wolves on their bodies. Josephine had read about the existence of barbarians such as them, but she never thought she'd see them in the flesh. Wolfmen, they were called by those who survived their onslaught. They were known for their viciousness, for they marked a prey they'd never give up on.\n\nWhen Amaryllis shouted towards the knight and lady, the latter wanted to tell her to let the horses go free. Surely, the knights would be capable of defending her. However, the size of the flames was spreading wider to inform them of the mass of warriors lunging toward the pen and cabin with a burning hatred. There were many, perhaps too many for a small group to deal with. It didn't make Tagus hesitate in doing what Josephine was thinking, pulling her behind him as he stepped forward. \"Let them go, Amaryllis!\" He shouted. Get back to the cabin with Lady Josephine!\"\n\nThe young warrior guided his right hand to the hilt of the sword on his back and tugged. The strap that held it against his body was undone with the jerk of his hand down before he pulled the weight of the large weapon over his shoulder and in front of him. His two hands wielded it fiercely, adrenaline mixed with anxiety and fear. It was his first serious stance before a threat that could very well kill him. The two other knights tried to meet up with him through the hail of arrows, but one blackened by the night struck the hinge between shoulder pad and helmet, piercing the neck of the Knigtblood. He fell to his knees, with the other trying to drag him. \"No, no! Go to the lady!\" The nameless knight ordered, barely capable of barking due to the blood constricting his throat. He didn't neglect his duty even then, drawing his blade and turning around to face the approaching fires and mad cries.\n\nTagus watched in bewilderment. He wanted to walk down and help the lone man in his stand, but his gut told him such sacrifice would be in vain if he simply went down to help him fight a horde. Instead, Tagus waited for Amaryllis and the other knight."
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"message": "Amaryllis instantly obeyed, lunging forward and scrabbling at the tethers. But the way the horses had reared and jerked on them had only caused the knots to grow tighter around the railings, and that made them virtually impossible to untie. She was desperate at this point though, and knew that the horses needed to be set free. Quickly, she tore one of the arrows from the wooden railing in which it had been embedded and used the razor-sharp blade to cut the ropes tethering the horses in place. Just a few quick incisions and the rope was weak enough that the horses could rear back and snap free before racing out of the corral and into the meadow. One by one, Amaryllis released the horses. The corral was now empty, and she was the only target left.\n\nA slew of arrows came hurtling out of the darkness once more, raining down all around her, but miraculously, none found their mark. Amaryllis vaulted over the fence once more, adrenaline pulsing through her body and move faster than she had ever moved before in her life. She ran past the knights towards Josephine, then grabbed the woman's hand and dragged her into the cabin where she slammed the door shut and looked out through the window. Where were the others? She'd let them in, if they made it to the cabin, but she also knew that she and Josephine were in danger. A log cabin... And Wolfmen, with fire, outside... This didn't look like it would end well. She had lost track of most of the knights, at this point, save for Tagus. \n\nShe whirled away from the window and pulled back a rug, revealing a trapdoor. \"Josephine,\" She said in a voice that wouldn't take argument, \"If things get bad, I want you to into the cellar and hide. You'll be safe there.\""
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"message": "The young woman was surely brave and cunning, streetwise in a sense, with adaptive smarts. Tagus held a line though the enemy was running up the hill. It was a small blob, but very dangerous for a small group of eight. The fenced pen wasn't going to help funnel their numbers. It was a small hindrance to overwhelm them with numbers in all scenarios but the cabin behind them. Surely, the wolf men would throw their torches at them while they growled and snarled. But it was their castle, in a sense.\n\nKnight Commander Roderick had his men around the corner of the cabin when Amaryllis, Josephine and Tagus rushed into them.\n\nThe guardians were filed in a single line with one missing. In that moment, one could already see the stoking fires of his fighting spirit die out as it was quartered by a pack of ravenous wolves. There was more than his own blood on the cold ground, more than his own body too. But that did not sway the barbarians from keep pushing in kingless, lawless land. They were marking their territory and taking the spoils. Some were already looting off the still warm corpse of the nameless knight.\n\n\"My Lady, we will protect the cabin, please wait inside while the guardians secure the perimeter. Tagus,-\" He was rushed and objective in his words and belief. He trusted every man to fulfill their duty and not die! Not to the filth of character about to meet them. Then his voice twisted to a foreboding whisper. \"There will be strays.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Josephine said kindly but sharply, through breaths info her renewed jog into the cabin. She was hopeful that the knights stood a chance. She was nervous, but she wasn't taken by it. Josephine would not let the fear trying to rattle her bones get the best of her. Once inside the cabin, the girl listened intently to Amaryllis. It was so sad how things turned from a nice meal to chaos in such a short time. They were having such a tranquil week through the Grey Hills too. They arrived at the western edge of the region, almost about to hit the next duchy.\n\nHer ears perked. Josephine shook her head.\n\n\"If anyone's going into the cellar, that person is you.\" Josephine had brows furrowed and a deep stare. Her eyes gleamed streaks of gold in her green irises. \"I *Will* Protect you, Ryllis.\" It was at once that her right hand grabbed the hilt of her rapier and drew it. Two motions were fluidly turned into one that made the slim blade whoosh and rest at her right side. There was determination in her tone.\n\nOutside, just a few meters away from the door, Tagus heard the howls grow louder and then turn to snarls and growls, of Iron and steel and clashing sounds."
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"message": "The howls sent shivers down her spine and struck her to her very core. She had spent many a night in the mountains guarding her flock, and she had often heard the mournful cry of the wolves. She had even defended her flock from them, bunching the herd together near the fire so that the wolves wouldn't come in. But this? This was something different. This call was filled with bloodlust, greed, and hate. Something no animal could ever create. Only a human... But then, she had found that humans were often the most dangerous animal of all. \n\nAs Josephine defied her and swore to protect her, Amaryllis found herself taking a much firmer stance. She glared at Josephine, her jaw setting before she hissed, \"If all your knights can't protect you and stop them from getting in here, then there ain't a chance in this world that you're gonna protect me! Do you want them to die in vain? They live and die to protect you! If your knights are felled and they make it to this cabin, GET IN THE CELLAR!\" Amaryllis gaze was sharp, her eyes flashing in warning and as piercing as any rapier. She wouldn't let her young friend fall into jaws of wolves. \n\nWith that, she turned her back out the window, careful to stay where she wasn't fully visible and wouldn't draw attention to the cabin. The place was certainly sturdy and well-built, but the windows now proved to be a detriment to the little fortress. At least they allowed her to see out, and she was able to keep tabs on the ensuing battle."
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"message": "While the two young ladies argued inside the wooden cabin, Tagus was just outside, overhearing their argument even though his mind was abstract of what words were being used. The planked wood muffled their voices and his concentration wasn't driven to listen to them. His eyes were set on the perimeter around the house, the immediate range of his eyes that scoured the area before the cabin. Then his ears perked to the clashing of metal. Iron and steel banged together in the battle that took place just to the flank of the house.\n\nLord Roderick and his men, eight in total, fought with their backs slowly turning to one another. They showed a tenacious will to live and die by the sword in the name of duty. Each of the knights had a skill to reveal that was beyond the typical drill of military as the backbone of a House or a kingdom. They were the elite, Knightblood pushed to the limit in more ways than the physical. Clovis Merovingian wanted the best of the best and Lord Roderick was the one that committed to give him the most loyal and fiercest hounds.\n\nAs predicted by the Knight Commander, there were those that didn't try to surround the group, but skirt around it. They eyed the cabin with the promise of goods and perhaps helpless dames to rape and claim. A handful ran around the flank and found a stalwart guardian standing before them. They grinned as they approached the young face of the lad and then laughed at it. They barked and howled so close to the interior that the argument ceased to give attention to the conflict.\n\n\"Outta my way, boy!!\" A barbarian snarled, whirling his axe as he charged at Tagus. The knight exhaled a sharp breath before taking air into his lungs. His body stretched down to his abdomen and guts as the air ran through his inside with a cycle. Then, as he set his left foot forward, his upper body turned with the swing of his arms and ensuing arc of his large sword. The tip had purpose to slash the flesh of the face of the barbarian and shred it, splitting the nose and making the snarl turn to a loud whimper. The others grunted and two of them lashed out at the knight, their blood boiling with rage. But they did not expect, just like their injured comrade, that the size of the blade and its sharpness were not the thing to worry, but the trained muscle in both arms of the young boy. He unleashed another wide horizontal slash and carved steel through bare chest and ragged lamellar. Tagus was nervous, but he was ready. His fingers shook for a moment, but he tightened the grip over the handle of the sword and waited for the next enemies to step up.\n\nInside the cabin, Josephine hearkened to the sound of fighting just outside and the whimpers of barbaric warriors. Her senses heightened with the smashing of a window behind her and the trespassing of a shadow. She did not ignore Amaryllis' command, but rejected it, lunging at the enemy with a face swept by a burning will to stand her ground. It was what she trained for, thus the thrust of her rapier had crystal clear precision in the piercing of the throat of the barbarian, followed by whipping her hand to the side. The needle sword carved a fine line out of the neck of the man, who gurgled and choked as he died with the blood inside his throat, flooding his lungs and stomach.\n\n\"As long as Tagus and the others fight, I will fight too!\" She stated, eyes on the darkness peering from the windows. Had any barbarian tried to invade the cabin, she was going to attack without hesitation. Her wield was shaken for a moment, but just like her friend, Josephine gripped the hilt tighter and raised the blade in front of her shoulder in a duelist stance."
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"message": "Amaryllis grit her teeth as the woman outright rejected and ignored her order, but there was nothing she could do. Josephine had made her point clear, and admittedly, Josephine was more prepared for defense than Amaryllis. She at least actually had a weapon. Still, it angered Amaryllis that Josephine would put herself in danger and risk her life. \n\n\"Damn fool,\" Amaryllis growled as she grabbed her shepherd's staff from its place by the door. It wasn't much, but a sound wallop with that would knock someone out, at least. If nothing else, it would keep them at bay. \n\nJosephine had no sooner felled the first rogue before two more made their way inside. One through the broken window, and yet another coming down through the chimney. The man in the chimney couldn't be seen just yet, but Amaryllis could hear the scuffling sound and the ash and soot falling like blackened snow into the fireplace below. The fire was mostly out, meaning that it was just warm, but she knew the hot coals lay beneath the surface of the ash and could easily be rekindled to life. It would take him a bit to get down the chimney anyway, so she quickly grabbed some kindling and poked the coals to life. Rapidly, the fire sparked to life again, the flames licking higher and higher, as if reaching towards their prey. \n\nShe heard the man start to scramble at the walls and try to work his way back up out of the chimney, but he lost his grip and soon came tumbling down into the flames. He let out a scream as the flames latched onto his flesh and clothing, but Amaryllis was ready and drove a firepoker through his chest. The light went out in his eyes, even as the flames continued to engulf his body. Quickly, Amaryllis dragged his body from the fireplace and put out the flames consuming him. She didn't want the whole cabin to smell of burned flesh forever! She then added more firewood to the fireplace, just in case someone else got the same idea as he had."
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"message": "Josephine did not have time to consider her own actions. She did not think about the taking of another's life nor did she think about inflicting pain. She was high on adrenaline and resolve, thus she was ready for when the next barbarian vaulted through the broken window. Like the last that came before him, the noble did not want to give him the chance of brandishing his weapon and attacking in equal footing. She learned from her father that in real battle, no man survived by clinging to honor and the laws of a duel. It was to kill or to get killed without hesitation, so she needed to act before he could. The second one was swifter and perhaps smarter than the last, but all he could manage was a struggling parry with his short sword. He swerved back as his weapon tilted, a short step back to try and regain balance was achieved. But Josephine's hornet strike was repeated, reeling her rapier back to shoot it forward in a quick thrust of arm and matching hips rolling onward. His chest was penetrated and the midriff struck with a sharp pain. He stood, groaning, not for long. Josephine repeated her sting, jabbing the man multiple times with the sharp edge of her rapier, successful in sliding the slim blade between the ribs. She punctured his lungs until he collapsed.\n\nThe crying sounds of the burning man horrified her, and a dreadful chill ran up her spine. Josephine wasn't ready to see the gruesome reality of the fire, nor was she ready for the stench that came from burnt human skin. The girl placed a hand in front of her nose and mouth and gagged. She walked back against the corner opposite to where Amaryllis laid the crisped carcass and deviated her gaze to the broken window, in case more men poured inside the cabin.\n\nOutside the wooden house, Tagus saw himself overwhelmed by the growing numbers of the strays Lord Roderick warned him about. However, the battle to the side of the cabin was reaching its climax and the pack of hungry wolves faltered. The Knight Commander pushed his warriors onward as they broke formation and slaughtered those that wanted to stay and fight while others turned on their heels and ran with their tails between their legs, had they one to call their own.\n\nFew leftovers jumped into the cabin, shattering the glass of the still standing windows. Tagus grit his teeth and rushed inside, to find four wolfmen rising to a stand.\n\n\"Josie!!\"\n\nHe charged with his blade held forward like a cavalry lance and stabbed through one of them until he was impaled by the sword and stuck to the wall. His weight made the sharp blade tear through his flesh a few inches and guts spill onto the ground.\n\n\"Lets go outside!\" He suggested, pulling the sword out and covering the entrance as they started to be surrounded from within and out."
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"message": "Glass was everywhere, scattered throughout the cabin. The cabin reeked of burned flesh, some of the furniture had been overturned, and Amaryllis' home was in shambles. If she stayed, instead of going with Josephine, she would have a lot to rebuild... \n\nBut she had no time for those thoughts as she quickly followed after Tagus, along with Josephine. She made sure that Josephine was in between Tagus and herself so that, if something were to go awry, the attackers would have to go through one or the other of them before they got to Josephine. Her grip was tight around her shepherd's staff, so much so that her knuckles were white, but she was ready to defend her young friend. Josephine was so young and had so much life ahead of her... In any other situation, Amaryllis likely wouldn't have protected a woman like Josie, but she liked her a lot... She saw her as a friend, and so young... So she took the chance to protect her as much as she could. Really, the two of them were very much like friends, both working to protect and care for the other."
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"message": "When Tagus went out of the door, he was beset by two barbarians that tried to catch him off guard. The young was quick in raising the big sword in front of his body to parry the blow of the first barbarian, but as the axe wielding other went for a slash, Tagus moved his mass against him to tackle him. The two men fell entangled into the ground, tugging and punching each other as the other tried to capitalize. However, he was not prepared for the noble blooded girl that stabbed his side more than once, moving her rapier across his rib until the pain was too much to bear and his weapon fumbled on the ground before he did as well.\n\nThe barbarian fighting on the ground with Tagus pulled a knife and tried to stab the hinge of the knight's breastplate, but the two hands of the boy captured his and applied force to stall him before Josephine carved his back with rapier slashes and thrusts.\n\nAt the same time, the three barbarians inside the cabin tried to attack the trio from behind. The door proved to be a useful chokepoint, forcing them to go one at a time with Amaryllis standing before them. Tagus pushed the dead man from on top of him and stood swiftly, gripping his blade and moving behind the girl. He made use of the gap between the doorframe and the young woman to shoot his long slab of steel through and stab the first man, but another was swerving past him to make an overhead swing towards Amaryllis. Scattered strays outside the cabin did not know whether to run or fight, but their minds were made when Lord Roderick and the other knights appeared from the flank and started to wipe out the remains of their attackers. Somehow, the Knight Commander knew it wasn't the last time they'd cross paths with the bloodthirsty wolfmen."
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"message": "Although Amaryllis had never had any combat training or anything of that nature, she instinctively knew how to use the situation to her advantage. Years of roughing it in the mountains and her poor upbringing had instilled a sort of \"Street smarts\" In her, and it worked in her favor now as she stayed close enough to the door to keep the quarters tight and prevent more than one barbarian getting through the door at a time. They were mostly trapped, with the three of the barbarians in the cabin grappling with one another to attempt to get through the door and get at Amaryllis.\n\nBut Amaryllis was ready for them. Even as Tagus lunged forward and stabbed the first man, the next one came shooting through the hole, but he was met with the rod of her staff. With all her might, she slammed it into his nose, and because of her small stature and the way in which he towered over her, it slammed into the tip of his nose and drove it upwards. She saw the light go out in his eyes a moment later, the bone and cartilage having been driven up through his brain. \n\nThe third one came roaring through the door a moment later, except he was more prepared for the feisty little shepherdess. She managed to rap him alongside the head and daze him for a moment, but in an instant, he had grasped the staff and wrenched her forward, causing her to stumble and fall toward shim."
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"message": "Young Amaryllis was set in protecting Josephine. Tagus watched the action roll like a hard pound of fluid motions with a waft of crushing air that mirrored the strike to the nose. Sound spat a crack and made the Wolfman fall limp. His eyes white. The other was faster, yes, wiser perhaps, but he forgot the boy to her side. As he pulled, Tagus drove the hilt of his sword against the left side of his face. The blunt steel of the tip of his hilt bruised his temple, then another crushed it against the doorframe. The knight gave him another thrashing with a strike to his face, making the dazzled mind enter shock. His sword unstuck from the other's open and blood pouring belly, Tagus stabbed the last barbarian lying on the floor, grimacing at the deed.\n\n\"It doesn't feel weird and it makes me feel awkward.\" He blurted, to which Josephine snuck up from behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders.\n\n\"You have to kill to survive. That's a lesson my father wanted me to remember.\" She said, draping her arms on his shoulders with hands in the breastplate as her chest pressed against his back. \"You did extremely well for a first time!\" Josephine teased and played with the matter, but she felt the same way. To kill was bad, and she felt awful for there being men to wish her death for the simple hell of it. She hoped to meet other, less violent tribes. But it had to the the wolfmen that night.\n\n. \n\n\"The knights are glad you're alright, my Lady.\" Roderick interrupted. From the eight that fought the barbarians, one had serious wounds that were still being attended back at camp. It wasn't far for them to see him lying on a bedfloor in pain. His groans were muffled by his sealed lips, withstanding the pain of being prodded to remove arrows from his body. Two of them had somehow pierced his mail, another scarred his right eye. \"It is not wise to spend the night here. They might just bring more men. If there's a bigger pack nearby, they might start tailing us.\" Roderick turned his gaze to Amaryllis. He had a stoic expression, hard to read beyond his eyes. He had a fair stare about his eyes. The pupils were still burning from the battle fought moments ago. \"Lady Amaryllis, the knights ask you accompany Lady Josephine.\" He stared back at Josephine while most of the heads nodded, Hausel hesitated. He nodded a moment later. \"Two of the runaway horses showed up and we recovered them. One had an arrow on his ass, but we patched it up. My lady should ride with Amaryllis and Tagus to the next city and wait for us there. Does my lady remember our next stop?\" He asked akin to a quiz in a lecture, reminding both himself and Josephine of when they spoke of travel and preparing for the journey ahead. Roderick always tried to infuse good values, but it was Clovis that founded the base and critical ideals of survival.\n\n\"We can all go together, Lord Roderick!\"\n\n\"Just the knights can focus on the killing with their minds at ease for having our brother next to the Lady. Tagus will keep you safe. Don't change the subject and answer my question, please.\" He smiled, in a way leading her mind out of the corpse ridden hills and the broken cabin.\n\n\"Midde. We are going to Midde. It's a small town at the end of the Grey Hills.\" She replied, her frown showing her discontent at the idea.\n\n\"Wait for the knights there. It should only be this evening and most of the day if you don't stop.\"\n\nJosephine turned to Amaryllis and Tagus , then to her new friend again she gazed."
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"message": "Amaryllis glanced at the camp, where one of the poor knights lay writhing in pain. Her heart went out to him, and she couldn't help but think that he should travel with them. But she said nothing. She had bigger fish to fry.\n\nShe glanced at Roderick and the other knights, then at Josephine. Could she really just leave? Her home was in shambles. Her flock was scattered hither and yon, and if she left now, she'd lose her entire livelihood. But it was also possible that her flock had been killed by wolfmen or other predators out there, in which case, she had already lost her livelihood. Surely Josephine would see to it that she received payment of some sort... And she felt that, if she didn't leave now, she'd never have the chance again. \n\nShe bit her lower lip hard and hesitated a moment longer, then finally said, \"Then I will join you.\" She smiled at Josephine then, relaxing a bit with the relief of making a decision. Whether it was the right one or not, only time would tell, but her grand adventure was about to begin!\n\nShe paused for a moment, then glanced at Roderick and added, \"Lord Roderick, perhaps... Perhaps we could set up a sort of travois and bring the injured knight with us? He might have a better chance if he didn't have to travel with the rest of the group, and there might be some sort of healer in Middle.\""
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"message": "Josephine was overjoyed for having Amaryllis with her. The fact that she accepted Roderick's request meant the world to her. Tagus was happy too, though his was a more restrained celebration.\n\n\"That's a great idea! We will protect him, Lord Roderick, like he protected us!\" The noble looked at the man over his shoulder for a long moment then back at the two women. \"He will stay at our care. The guardians tend to their own.\" Roderick was quite clear with his less patient tone. Sure, he also wanted them to leave as soon as possible. \"The knights have prepared the horses with supplies. I suggest you begin your journey now.\"\n\nTagus nodded. \"If you feel it to be the safest way, Knight Commander.\" He pounded his breastplate with a fist and grabbed the reigns of the two horses. \"You two should ride the healthy one. I'll take the injured. We can see if he holds a for a gallop's speed.\""
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"message": "\"Yes, sir,\" Amaryllis murmured when Roderick turned down her suggestion. She could understand that too, and she wouldn't argue with the man! She respected his leadership, and she had found that he, along with Tagus, were by far the most noble and caring of the knights.\n\nShe paused for a moment, then added, \"There's some liquor in the cellar. It might help to numb his pain when you go to move him.\"\n\nWith that, she turned to Josephine and smiled at her young friend, feeling a sort of giddy excitement over the journey and adventure she was about to embark on with her new friend. It was something she had never dreamed would happen to her, but was happening all the same. It didn't feel like it could be possibly real! \n\n\"Do you need me to give you a boost, Josie?\" She asked, assuming that she was meant to take on the role of guide, as Josephine had suggested, as well as handmaiden."
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"message": "Josephine deeply enjoyed the idea of traveling with Amaryllis, though her mind still objected to leave the people that were protecting her behind. Lord Roderick pressed the subject, which meant that he wasn't about to back down on his plan and would insist as much as she did. He was stubborn, but his heart was in the right place. The journey north to the next town would be safest as a small group with horses that could outrun most horseless bandits. And if they were tailed by the wolfmen, the knights would guard their tracks and delay, if not entirely stop any pursuer.\n\nRoderick thanked Amaryllis and had one of the knights go inside the broken cabin and down to the cellar. The group stayed behind while Josephine, Tagus and Amaryllis walked to the horses. The young noble smiled at the young woman and shook her head. \"Thank you, Ryllis, but I got this.\" She answered, slotting her foot on the side of the saddle and pushing her body up and leg around the back of the mount. \"Do you know the fastest way to Midde?\" The girl then asked, taking her left hand down to help Amaryllis up onto the horse.\n\nTagus was mounting the beast that was wounded on its rear. It seemed comfortable enough with his weight. He waited for the two girls to be ready, his sword strapped on his back once again."
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"message": "Truth be told, Amaryllis was a little nervous about riding along behind Josie. She had never ridden a horse before, nor had many dealings with them, so she was rather afraid. Still, she figured Josie would keep her safe and all. She really only had to sit there and hold on. \n\nWith that thought in mind, Amaryllis grasped Josie's hand, stuck her foot into the stirrup, and mounted up. She looked rather awkward doing so and clearly hadn't done it before, but she managed it! She looked rather pleased with herself as she settled herself just behind Josie's saddle, perched rather precariously on the horse's rump. She then wrapped her arms around the young woman.\n\nOnce settled onto the horse, Amaryllis replied, \"I've been there a few times. We'll return to the main road and follow that until we the fork in the road. Either way will take you to Middle, but the left side will be faster.\""
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"message": "Josephine pulled Amaryllis up with her impulse, helping the young woman onto the mount. She waited for her friend to adjust herself comfortable and reply to her question, which helped her and Tagus a great way. The young knight saw that the girls were ready and kicked his horse softly on the sides with his heels, setting up a trotting pace that the noble girl was soon to follow. They saw the guardians salute them off before disappearing into the turn that led through a scarcely forested section into the main road. Josephine made her horse pace itself at the same speed of Tagus', both trotting side side by side.\n\n\"Do you think they will be alright?\" She asked, to whoever found it pertinent to answer, really.\n\n\"Lord Roderick wouldn't see us off if he didn't think they could handle themselves, Josie. Let's wait for them in the town of Midde!\"\n\nThe lack of a superior made the knight more relaxed, as he was surrounded only by his friend and Amaryllis, whom he was also starting to regard as his own friend. He was, however, still very aware of his surroundings. He wouldn't shirk his duty as the right hand of the Merovingian heiress.\n\n\"I'm really glad you decided to come with us, Ryllis.\" Josie confessed. \"Thank you so much!\""
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"message": "Amaryllis was gripping rather tightly, afraid that she'd fall of the back of the horse. Why was it so bouncy? The trot felt like it bounced and jarred every single bone in her body, ready to pop her body apart at any second! Everyone always made riding look so easy, and here she was, clinging to her companion for dear life. She tried not to squeeze Josephine to death, but rather interlaced her fingers tightly around one another until her knuckles were white.\n\nShe tried to keep from showing her fear and stopped it from creeping into her voice as she replied, \"You're welcome. Glad I could join.\" \n\nShe forced herself to keep her eyes open, though she was very careful not to look down at the ground. The one time she had made that mistake, she had been struck with the awful realization of just how far it was down to the ground, along with how fast they were moving!"
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"message": "It was probably harder than she thought to try and stop her fear from showing, and she probably did, but Josie leaned back a bit to straighten her back and tower a little over the cowering girl. Her slim figure didn't do much to cover the ground down her sides, but her back was gently against her face as she held on to her hands in Josephine's lap. Maybe it was the white of Amaryllis' knuckles that gave her fright away. It was unfounded, she had nothing to worry about.\n\n\"Once we hit the main road, we should gallop.\" Tagus suggested.\n\n\"What about your horse?\" \n\n\"Hmm... Uhh, Ryllis...?\" He asked the young woman with an awkward manner to his tone, estranged from social skills but sensical. \"Is there a creek or river before Midde?\""
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"message": "Amaryllis found Josephine's actions soothing. She could hide her face in Josephine's back and stop looking around, while the fact that Josephine held her hand a bit soothed her even more. It was quite comforting. \n\nShe did look up at Tagus and replied, \"Yes, there are a ton of streams up here in the mountains. There's one river that leads right down to Middle. It's in a valley, which is how it came to be called Middle. We could follow the river... But it's probably faster and easier on the horses to follow the road."
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"message": "The swift trot took them to the main road, but that didn't stop them. Tagus nodded at Amaryllis and thought for a moment. \"Figure it out when this one starts to tire. Josie?\"\n\n\"Hold tight, Ryllis!\" The girl warned, tapping the horse with her heels twice. The mount throttled into a gallop, running the road north to Midde. \"Don't talk!\" She said mid gallop, and fast, though Amaryllis was likely in a mood not to speak at all. The wind hurled through the speed of the horse, blowing on the body of Josephine as she kept holding it straight. If she noticed her body pressed onto from the back and circling arms, she'd begin to lower it forward and have the woman take a peak at the trees that stretched from either side of the road until a gaping line in the distance. The woods rolled down the hill to its base. Then when the other began, it was an open incline which the road wrote around it."
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"message": "Amaryllis had no intention of talking whatsoever! The speed at which they travelled took her breath away and made her terrified that, at any instant, she would fall off the back of the horse and end up sitting on her butt somewhere. She tucked her head down out of the wind and buried her face in Josephine's back once more, gripping the young woman tightly as they hurtled along. Occasionally, she would open her eyes and peer out at the passing landscape, which was all a blur. \n\nShe recognized enough from the blur to know where they were though, and it would take a bit before they reached the fork in the road that she had told them about. It was an obvious enough landmark, but just in case, Amaryllis kept peering out to make sure that they didn't pass it up."
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"message": "The thunderous gallops of the mounts trampled grass and dirt in their wake, leaving a cloud of dust behind that only grew wider in the relentless charge of the horses. When the trio neared the fork, Josephine expected the cue from the girl behind her. She did not fall short of precision. Before the horses were on top of the twisting roads, Amaryllis warned the younger girl and they made to the left, not once giving the mounts a chance to rest through the lightning race.\n\nThe one horse they were most concerned about was Tagus', for its injury was still fresh from the pelting arrows shot by the barbarians. However, it revealed to be in great form and, hopefully, it would keep going until they reached Midde. It was still a long way to go, but they made progress when the night became the darkest, praying for the resolution of the sun to come rising as it did in the end of the darkest hour."
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"message": "She had hoped they would slow down at the fork, but they barreled onward relentlessly. She understood why they needed to hurry... The three of them alone? They were vulnerable, and going faster decreased the time they would be vulnerable and the likelihood that they would be attacked. But her butt hurt! She was going to be so saddle sore after this... \n\nAt least she was starting to get used to the feel of the galloping and wasn't quite as afraid. She still held on rather tightly, but she was no longer clinging to Josephine like a drowning man to a life preserver. The were lit by the moon as they traveled along ,sticking to the road and following it towards Middle. Amaryllis was halfway afraid that they would miss some of the landmarks in the dark, but her eyes adjusted and, with the moon, she was able to discern things and figure out where they were at. \n\nFinally, they came to a bridge and, after crossing it, Amaryllis got Josephine's attention and said, \"From here, we can follow the river to Middle. It'll be faster that way.\""
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"message": "The wooden bridge rolled drums with the passage of the horses, the sound being twisted to the hooving over grass and dirt when Amaryllis spoke out to follow the river. There was no better time to have water, for the sun's rays perked from the eastern horizon and slowly brought clarity to a sleeping world. Tagus had the idea of making a quick stop to rehydrate the horses that heaved as they were commanded to slow down by a pulling grip over their reins.\n\n\"Hold, hoooold...\" Tagus told the horse, though Josephine would be much less strict with hers. Any of the other two could notice how smooth she was, leaning over the neck to whisper on her mount's ear. The horse flicked its pointy ears and came to a stop, which was followed by the girl sliding off its saddled back. \"Want some help?\" She offered Amaryllis, a hand then two that reached around the sides of the shepherdess. \"Let's stretch our legs a bit!\" The ride was fun, thrilling even, and it helped a great way to focus the young noble's attention in something other than her knights and the night she left behind. But, when they stopped to rest, her mind was plagued with worry and the thought that she took the lives of other beings.\n\nWhen both girls were down, Josephine led the horse by softly caressing its muzzle as she walked towards the bank of the river. The mount followed without question, eager to wet its lips and savor the fresh water. A couple of birds were curious, so much that they fluttered their small wings about and ended up landing on the girl's shoulders. They chirped and leaned towards her, cocking heads left and right.\n\n\"Hello you...!\" She said with a happy tone with underlying sorrow. It wasn't very hard to notice that she wasn't faring that well, especially when she sat by the horse as it drank.\n\nTagus pursed his lips watching this. He removed his sword from his back and laid it on the ground next to his own horse he led to the bank of the river. He never really knew what to tell his friend, but he was also in the same situation. Were the others alright? And- was killing someone that simple?"
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"message": "Amaryllis was relieved when they stopped! Finally, a break, and she had no doubt that the horses were tired too after running for so long. She was sure Josie's horse was especially tired after carrying two passengers, although they were both pretty slight of build. She did end up accepting Josie's help as she slid off of the horse, and when she landed, she found her legs to be a bit weak and wobbly. Plus, her butt hurt! Who knew that the constant bouncing on horseback would make one's butt hurt that bad? How did Josie and her knights ride so far and so much?\n\nShe waddled down to the riverside, grumbling a little over the bumpy ride and her aching ass. She didn't sit by the river, but instead knelt down and drank from the cool water, cupping it in her hand and bringing it to her face so she could see around them as she drank. A moment later, she noticed the birds chirped on Josie's shoulders and her eyes widened in surprise. She had never seen birds do that! They just sat on either of her shoulders, looking at her and chirping at her. Of course, she had seen birds up close before, but never that close and that tame-acting! \n\nShe just gawked for a bit, eyes wide and wondering, before the birds finally took flight and fluttered away. With that, she shook her head and blinked, rubbing her eyes for a moment before just sitting there in silence. She had noticed that Josie wasn't her usual self, despite Amaryllis' distraction. And a part of her knew why. The killing of another human being likely weighed heavily on the young woman... Amaryllis herself had just killed two of the wolfmen, but oddly, she felt nothing. No remorse and no guilt. Perhaps it was just that she was used to death, at this point in her life, and she understood that her survival was more important than anyone else's.\n\nFinally, she moved toJosephine's side and tried to distract her by saying with a smile, \"I've never been so glad to stop in my entire life! You ride so well! How do you do it? Ride so far, I mean.\""
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"message": "Whalren Achov\n\nIron Gate\n\nThe guards moved quickly when giving Whalren his rations, hoping he wouldn't notice, treating him like a caged feral animal. The most obvious assumption would be that they did this out of fear, and they did, but not fear of his strength or fear of his size, fear of conversation. John De Beargh outfitted his noble cells with every amenity a hostage would need, even going as far as to not lock Whalrens cell. This meant that in order to give the bear man food, which they had to do in many trips, they would have to fully open his door and risk talking to him. He seemed to sleep at totally random hours throughout the day and was totally silent regardless of if he was conscious or not. The bear person was obviously lonely, but also excruciatingly uninteresting. Any guard brought into one of his conversations could be here for untold hours, and by De Beargh request, they shouldn't reject a conversation, as it was very rude.\n\nAs the days began to pass by, many of those responsible for him questioned why he was here. He clearly had little to no affiliation with Darin, he had no valuable information on him at all, he had nothing to do with the duke's escape. He could literally 'escape' at any time and it would almost certainly affect no one."
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"message": "It's not that the teenagers felt remorse for killing others. It was not feeling bad or wrong that made them think about what was really right. After all, they learned together that one should kill to survive and that the real world was in itself a huge battlefield they always needed to be prepared for. But Tagus didn't approach Josephine, instead letting Amaryllis take the initiative while he unstrapped his plate and rested from donning the heavy piece for so long. When his greaves and arm guards were off, he couldn't help but run off in the lightness of his body, which in comparison to the run he showed in the previous evening, was something completely new. He loved to be free of the shackles of armor and society, running freely through the fields that spanned beyond the eye could see. Josephine glanced at him run off, knowing that he wasn't only doing that for fun but to investigate deeper into the trail they would use after their much needed stop. She turned around with a polite smile more than it was genuine, her head full of things to think about, but as she took in Amaryllis' excitement, the doubts wore off her mind and let a sense of happiness settle.\n\n\"Well, my father has taught me how to ride ever since I was little.\" Josie explained, glancing at her new friend before gazing back to the reflection of herself in the crystal clear water. Her left hand's fingers drowned in the freshness of the river and soon fish of all kind would join to nibble on her fingers in some sort of greeting before swimming off. The first breath of wildlife was attuned to Josephine, or maybe she was attuned to the nature that surrounded them. \"And I've always been good with animals. Did you know that there are horses that eat men in Taemar?\" She paused, for a moment, perhaps expecting for an answer before continuing. \"I didn't—until my father saw me playing with one. He said I gave everyone quite a scare too!\" The girl giggled at the memory that surfaced in her mind. She was only seven when it happened, when she snuck into the end of the stables and found them, the great man-eaters of Raunkastel. \"He also said that there is a region to the north where horses run without chains or saddles, wild and free.\" Josephine sighed then. \"I wish I was with them now. They seem to live so simply... Without worries. I hope Lord Roderick and the others are okay...\" She finally let out, feeling her eyes grow teary and emotional. The girl tried to hide it by moving her head away and quickly wiping the tears with the sleeve of her shirt.\n\nSomewhere in the depths of the woodlands of Northwind, a massive howl brought an entire horde of wolfmen to its knees. On the crest of a small hill inside the valley of forest, a large man donning red wolf fur raised his big hands in white knuckled fists. Before the slope of the hill, at the very bottom, several wolfmen were lined up, whimpering and whining. They looked down in shame and sadness, despair even, as their leader spoke.\n\n\"Our ancestry goes back to the first men born of wolves! We are a strong and undefeated tribe of warriors! We do not lose until the last of the wolfmen die!\" He strolled down the hill, with nothing to bear but his mystical wolf pelt to cover his back. His eyes glanced at the men kneeling in front of him, cowering with fear. \"Those who run...\" He continued, looking up at the blob of barbarians standing at attention. \"-are not wolfmen!\" Echoes of howls and roars extended towards the edges of the valley, rolling up the larger hills around it. As his followers screamed, the alpha wolf turned his yellow orbs' focus to the barbarians cheering and, without holding ceremony, grabbed the skull of one of the men before him and snapped his neck. Then another. He didn't show that he liked what he was doing, if he did. The wolfman had a stoic expression about his mangled face. \"The mistake of our lessers cannot go unpunished, nor can it run amok! Our pride and our fame must not be stained by a handful of knights! Today, we prepare the horde for war! Our cubs shall accompany us in the ride to ruin of all villages and cities in our path! Northwind and the entire world of Marin will whisper the name of the one tribe that made them all fall!! Call out for your brethren! Call out for the dire wolves and the brood of Fenrir! Our path of blood and destruction begins today!!!\"\n\nBefore the golden gaze of the wolfman, hundreds flocked to his call, and hundreds more would join before the horn blasted the foreboding sound of war. The barbarians were coming."
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"message": "Whatever the two teens were feeling, Amaryllis didn't understand it because she didn't feel it. She had lived to see another day, and in Northwind, that was always cause for celebration. It was a cold, harsh world out there, yet she lived again. Granted, once more, she hadn't survived on her own. If it had been just her there that night, she would have been just another sheep at the slaughter. She grimaced at the thought of what had likely happened to her flock...\n\nAt the mention of man-eating horses, however, her eyes widened and she looked rather afraid. Taemar was a long ways away, but all the same, it frightened her to know that such creatures existed! She'd rather have animals that she knew ate people and seemed natural doing so, like mountain lions and bears and wolves. Things with sharp fangs, meant for eating meat and ripping creatures apart! Horses? She shuddered a little at the thought.\n\nShe was distracted from her thoughts by Josephine's tears, and her heart instantly went out to the young woman at her side. The poor girl was having a rough go of it, no doubt. Perhaps she wasn't as sheltered as other nobles, but she had still been sheltered. And now the poor thing was suddenly flung into the cold, unforgiving world and expected to be okay. She hugged her young friend tightly, wrapping her arms around Josephine as she let the young noble have a shoulder to cry on. What a pair! A noble and a peasant: friends, confidants, emotional support. Amaryllis supposed that, if the two of them could become friends, anything was possible.\n\nAs she held Josephine, she replied, \"I'm sure they're alright! They're strong and well-organized, and certainly well-trained. If it weren't for them... Last night, I would have been killed. I saw what your knights were capable of last night, and so I have no doubt that they'll be okay.\" She paused for a moment, then said honestly, \"Though I don't know that Sir Tagus should be going off on his own... We're safer together, as a group.\" \n\nNot wanting to worry the woman further, however, she continued, \"But I'm sure he'll be fine as well. He's certainly a fast runner!\" She let go of Josephine then and sat back, giving her friend a little grin as she said, \"Just remind me to double-check every horse I see from now on. Just in case.\""
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"message": "The sweet and tight hold of Amaryllis' arms was so warm that Josephine felt the shackles of blue blood running through her veins break free and her body adopt a more comfortable posture against the lithe frame of the shepherdess. She was in a safe haven, abandoned from guilt of murder or worry of others. She felt alright, even though her eyes motioned for her to cry further. The tears that rolled down her cheeks, from the corners of her large green eyes, each swept away the feeling of anxiety she once had. Josie clung to her friend's support, hands on Amaryllis' shoulders.\n\n\"They are my father's best warriors, he said. I'd like you to meet my father someday.\" She spoke calmly, but there was a sulk then and about. It didn't phaze her if such display of weakness towards a peasant should be beneath her. That status always felt like an illusion to her, and it was showing in the real world. The mirror of lies was broken long before she took a step outside of her home. It was hard all the same to know everything was grey as she thought. Out of the pantheon her father taught her, and all the talk about spirits, she quite liked Camira and her tales. They were filled with freedom and the joy of the wild, but dig further into her stories and there were the allegories to darker things. She learned about herself, mostly, because her mind was in the constant struggle to develop and memorize names, the number of staff in her household, their faces, their schedules, the Pithagorean Theorem, her knights, finding a lot of relief when she found Tagus after two years of limited interaction.\n\nShe met him in the marketplace, with his back facing her as he tried to protect her. He didn't know her and was some peasant, but a lot of people were watching and none stopped. It was a city bustling with activity, who would notice with their blank eyes, projected in their small egotistical world, a little kid being harassed by others. And her hero coming in, for a beating shortly after, but still a victor. The fight was broken by Lord Roderick and Hausel, who barked the most and inspired fright in the young boys. They insulted the knights as they ran. Tagus sat up and have her a stupid smile. She couldn't stop laughing. Her father hit the nape of her neck lightly and she cleared her throat, tears in her eyes and a wide swept grin of joy looking at the boy. Clovis was taken more my a faith dislocated from the pantheon and more towards his daughter. She was just a child still, yet she had no friends that made her look like that. He looked at the young boy and nodded at him. \"You, boy. What's your name? What's your full name?\"\n\nTagus blinked and looked at the man with a wobbly head. He sat his hands on the ground to further keep his body, but his head was a bit loose from all the pounding. Roderick knelt beside him and gave him his right knee. The boy accepted it instinctively. His head was laying against the thigh guard. He could watch Roderick more clearly, without his brain wriggling about. \"I'm sorry, my lord. *Can* You repeat that?\"\n\nThe thugs hit him with some solid punches before he downed. His fight was lacking, surely, at least the knowledge of it. Clovis was catching on to what he didn't see, though perhaps not everything. He still didn't know why the boy would do such a thing. \"Your- full- name.\" The noble spoke with pause between each word, making sure each would enter the rocked little world of the boy.\n\n\"Tagus- Portus- Ibericus.\" He answered back, naturally and without actual candor beyond the one Clovis spoke with. It was certainly a bit different with gruff from the act of talking alone. There was disorientation clinging with the boy that was swept when he saw the eyes of the nobleman. Was he glaring at him? Staring deeply into his eyes and seeing his life? He heard a rumor that the man in front of him could do that. Or was it another one? All nobles looked the same, but this one had knights pouring around the Knight Commander, up to six. They were assembled and waiting the noble man's order.\n\n\"Tagus, I'd like to treat you back at my place.\" He spoke like he would a boy, a teen of higher or lower birth, whatever. \"You can probably tell by my outfit that I have coin.-\"\n\n\"Lord-\" The interjection was banned from sound at the utterance of the syllable of the first word. It was silenced by principle from whoever knight it was.\n\n\"Yes! It's time to go. Shall we, Tagus? Josephine?\"\n\nJosephine was thrilled by her father's idea. Of course he'd help her hero and *Friend*. That was something that would truly unravel after Tagus was healed and sent to the barracks. They managed to meet here and there, but...\n\n\"He fears he isn't strong enough. He's always trying to catch up to some shadow. You know? He really looks up to every knight in this journey, even Hausel. They all trained and did service together for two years. Since Tagus joined, that is. I've known some all my life!\" Josephine was much better, though her eyes were a bit red. She was happy she had met another friend, so suddenly and quickly wrapped. It was surely a bit more different than with Tagus. But it also felt true. And it was because it felt so true. It wasn't love that guided her steps, at least not the kind of love the people talk about all the time. Love had been twisted to interest and contract, but in the wilderness, with Amaryllis and no novel restraint, she was free express and feel.\n\n\"We made sure not to bring them. They... Look scary for some people... Well, a lot of them.\" She gave a little evil laugh, though there was a bit of guilt in her heart. Her father warned her that it was best not to take the horse she chose, never really saying why because she should know better. \"At the first scream, please turn around.\" He told her. The ride didn't last long. They turned around at the walls of the castle. The peasants outside thought it was the Death March! It was a small crowd, but it was a little difficult to contain. Many ran, but later got the ruse. Why would a child ride the man-eater? That was the next question. Of course, the whole city knew about it. And more drama ensued.\n\nA few dozens of meters away, Tagus was taking a bath. It was a quick nip and out he was, scratching his sack and whipping his pipe. Then he shook his body and head, off all the water excess. Tagus let himself dry for a bit in the sight of the sun, eyes closed and accute hearing. The deaths of last night crept into his mind. He saw their faces when he hit them. Some didn't really have a face anymore. They started to be mouths screaming. Faceless mouths. Several of them, as if he had killed a horde, displayed themselves before him. He opened his eyes.\n\n\"If that's what it takes.\" He looked back at the pit stop area, distant enough he could see, but frames and no actual detail. Best for his nudity to act, without others around. When he was getting dressed, shirt in and a sleeve of the pant in, two men rushed toward him with their weapons drawn. It was a dagger one and a sword two, both black like iron. Tagus was practically nude again, so he focused on their soft clothes and how he had to fight them. Hopefully they'd just rush him both and he could try to knock them down on each other. When they did, his feet shifted and ankles turned for him to dodge to the right, left flank of the unknown attackers. He kicked the side of the leg of the one closest to him, number two, and made him trip and go low in front of his friend. Tagus gave one no chance and jumped, pair-footed, onto his skull. That would leave a mark. Percussive drums, heavy and loud, emerged in the man's brain. The other, holding the dagger, threw slashes and thrusts at the boy. They were meant to scare or elude, for the man took two steps at a time and at times, with no real pattern."
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"message": "Amaryllis smiled and shook her head at Josphine, finding the young woman rather entertaining. Of course man-eating horses would frighten people! But her \"Evil\" Laugh was amusing to Amaryllis and made her smile. The two of them continued to chat for a bit, as Amaryllis was doing her best to distract her fried from how she was feeling after the battle. She wanted her to be happy! So she chatted away and asked Josephine to tell her more about herself.\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted, however, by the cry of one of the men attacking Tagus as he was felled. It was a short, piercing cry that ended abruptly. Too abruptly. Instantly, Amaryllis was on her feet and looking around for where the cry had come from, calling out, \"Tagus? Sir?\" She looked around for a weapon of some sort, but alas, she had none. Her shepherd's staff had been left behind, and she had nothing with which to defend herself."
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"message": "The men were in the middle of it and too far away for the sound of Amaryllis' voice to have any effect. Tagus, fighting for his life, saw an opportunity in grabbing the man's wielding hand, but he just tossed the dagger to the upcoming left and, in that process, Tagus simply pulled with his arms and thrust his hip forward as he shot his long leg towards the gut of the man. The attacker was surprised by the tug, but otherwise focused in going for the face with his weapon. He ignored the lengthier limb coming from below that made him groan and bend his body forward. By the time he tried to react to the foot on the abdomen, the leg was gone and Tagus moving around him. He threw a fast right hook square on the face of the perpetrator. Another hook, with his left, ensued as upper body rotated to the other side of the coming punch, bringing the arm forward as the knuckles pounded the flesh and temple.\n\n\"Who are you?!\" He asked loud and sternly. Perhaps the girls could hear the shouting. It didn't go much beyond the men cowering, concussed and confused. Their weapons confiscated, the two knaves tried to weasel out of the knight's grasp. He sneered in response and used the blades they wanted to use on him to kill them. One was stabbed in the chest with his own sword, the other, his throat was slitted. They never did tell Tagus who they were, nor did they make sense. The two men were hesitant of saying their purpose, and the boy didn't think of torture. They did try to kill him, however, and they would do so again with the way they tried to always come at range of his limbs.\n\n\"I heard that!\" Josephine stated. \"Let's get the horses and ride to Tagus. You *Can* Ride a horse now, right?\" She said in a rush, going for the woundless one."
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"message": "Amaryllis froze at that, her eyes widening and her face paling a little. Just the fact that she had ridden behind Josephine did not, by any means, mean that she could ride a horse now. She had no clue how to ride! Instead, she just kind of shook her head and replied, \"N-no. I'll... I'll run and catch up. You go on.\" Without waiting for a reply, she ran in the direction that she had heard Tagus' voice come from, through the briers and thick shrubbery along the bank of the river. Josephine would have to go around all that, while Amaryllis could cut directly through it."
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"message": "Josephine giggled at Amaryllis' reaction. Maybe she half expected the girl to act like that, but a side of her was warm because of it. Although there was worry and danger in the air, she was happy that Amaryllis could anchor her. She was focused in the gallop, though they arrived late.\n\n\"They didn't answer me. Just tried to go for their weapons.\" Tagus said with a blank stare. Despite being mounted, Josephine didn't arrive much earlier than Amaryllis. The shepherdess was there as well when Tagus spoke.\n\n\"You did well.\" The young noble soothed him, dropping from her mount to touch his shoulder. \"Are you alright?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I think we should gather our things and go.\"\n\nBlood trickled from bodies drowning in the bank. It cloaked the river's lower streams red, darkening its shade."
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"message": "The blood in the water reminded Amaryllis, once more, just how close she was to death at any moment. It was something that she had learned from a young age, and she had fought to survive up to this point, but one simple cut with a knife... She shuddered a little at that and bit her lower lip, then shifted her gaze to Tagus. His voice sounded wooden and strained, and his eyes... He was struggling.\n\nHer heart went out to the young man, and she wished, more than anything, that she could do something to make it all better. Yet, she knew nothing and could offer him nothing, despite how badly she wanted to do just that. \n\nAmaryllis nodded at his suggestion and made her way back to the river, gathering up their things and putting their meager possessions into the pack on the horse's back. By the time Tagus and Josephine had returned, the horse and Amaryllis were both ready to go. With Josephine's help, she mounted the horse and wrapped her arms around Josephine once more, saying, \"We should be there by sunset.\""
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"message": "The eighteen year old rolled his arms and nodded at himself. Yes, that should be their next course of action. Josephine agreed and they were soon back at the makeshift camp. The knight clad himself in the hard and heavy armor and mounted his horse while the girls mounted theirs.\n\n\"The faster we ride to Midde, the better.\" Tagus said.\n\nWith that in mind, the young noble went ahead and set up the pace of their journey, making it swift though not as fast as before. She was eager to get away from the bodies of dead men and eat herself a hearty meal from some inn, sleep in a warm bed. And wait for her knights to catch up with them."
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"message": "They rode for several more hours, but just as Amaryllis has said, when the first shades of pink began to color the mountain sky, Middle came into view in the valley below them. They made their way down the pass into the city, where the three of them were greeted warmly. Visitors were fewer in number here, though trading caravans made their way through here occasionally during the summer months on their journey to the Witherlands. Before long, they had procured lodging and both horses were put up in a stable. Now they just waited for their companions to catch up with them.\n\nAmaryllis breathed a sigh of relief when they made it to the town. With the wolfmen on the prowl south of here, Amaryllis was glad to get back to the safety of a comfort. Here, they would be sheltered by the protection of a group, as well as the few soldiers here. It was also nice to sleep in a nice warm bed as well, along with having a wonderful meal cooked by a plump elderly woman that made some of the best food she had ever had."
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"message": "They were grateful for the safe journey from the river all the way to Midde. Tagus was glad they had a good guide alongside them, but the knights would probably be delayed because of being short of one. However, the young boy tried to shake those thoughts. He was inside the bedroom they rented for the night, removing and packing his armor for the time they remained in the town. With any luck, it wouldn't take long for Lord Roderick to arrive.\n\nJosephine was downstairs, already changed out of her armor and wearing casual clothing of simple fabric. She had ordered a soup and a loaf of bread, just to snuff her appetite. They hadn't eaten since the previous night, basically doing the whole journey without rest."
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"message": "Amaryllis washed up outback, enjoying the feeling of the cool water from the well and the wonderful scent of the soap the keep had given to her. It was a welcome change, and she was definitely in a better mood after a good meal, washing up, and settling in. Her butt hurt something awful though, and it showed as she walked around all bow-legged and stiff.\n\nAfter washing up, she joined her friend, sitting down across from Josephine as she asked, \"How are you feeling?\""
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"message": "Josephine was enjoying the warm bowl of soup that filled her stomach, even if just for the next few hours. She didn't have the desire to eat much, maybe because whether she wanted to or not, she was still worried about the others. However, she was much more optimistic after talking with Amaryllis and crying on her friend's shoulder. The young girl smiled genuinely at the shepherdess, just as she finished taking a spoon full of soup to her mouth. She swallowed the hearty meal, cabbage, potatoes and carrots all mushed up, and nodded before swallowing.\n\n\"Much better with food in my belly!\" She replied and giggled a bit. \"How are you, Ryllis?\"\n\nThe sun set with the cool draft of the evening greeting those that were outside their homes or the taverns. The runners did their last assignments or prepared to continue on their current tasks and trading caravans stopped in Midde to spend the night before moving on the next day. At the inn Ryllis, Tagus and Josephine were staying, the crowd was very simple and drunk. A bard played his tunes and cheered everyone up as they partied merrily.\n\nTagus joined Josephine and Amaryllis, a bit estranged from the ongoing party. He scratched the back of his head as he sat down on the other end of the squared table and smiled at Josephine and Amaryllis. \"Lively place, huh?\" He asked, in small talk."
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"message": "Amaryllis sat back in her chair and propped her feet up on an empty one as she smiled at her two companions. \"I'm quite well!\" She replied to Josie. \"It's so nice to be somewhere so safe and warm... It definitely feels safer than even Iron Gate. I asked around, and no plague has been through here in years. It's... Satisfying, really.\" She glanced at Tagus and continued, \"We don't have much, but we party well.\" \n\nThe young shepherdess looked quite comfortable in this setting. Actually, with her clothing, she looked perfectly in place, and in truth, she was at home. She was among her own kind! She felt more comfortable here than she did with Josie and her knights, that was for sure. Conversely, Josie and Tagus looked supremely out of place for once, and they looked as uncomfortable as Amaryllis had looked among the knights. \n\nAfter a few minutes, one of Amaryllis' favorite songs came on and she smiled radiantly, her toe tapping to the music as she sang along. She really did have a beautiful voice, and her enthusiasm, along with a little bit of alcohol, made her all war and bubbly. Suddenly, she rose to her feet and took Tagus' hand, saying, \"Dance with me! Come on!\" There were plenty of other people dancing in the tavern, so he didn't have to worry about being the only one."
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"message": "Thus began a night of merry festivity and dancing. Caught unprepared and out of his place, much like he had been all his years as a squire and more so as a knight, Tagus didn't find the words to stop Amaryllis from dragging him onto the dance floor and show him how the lowborn had fun. It was different from the balls and high society parties he attended in his short time as the right hand of Josephine, but the sound of music vibrating in wood and rolling back to his ears reminded him of simpler times as the only son of his mother, single parent to his upbringing in the streets of Raunkastel.\n\nJosephine, who experienced the tavern life for the first time, folded her arms on the table and smiled. In the reflection of her gaze were Tagus and Amaryllis, spectrum blurred of other people as the dance floor was carved open by her friends' steps. She couldn't help but laugh when Tagus stepped on the shepherdess' foot by mistake.\n\n\"Oh! Sorry!\" The young man blurted out nervously, obviously entranced by the sound but with a rigid stance. He did make some improvement, though his two left feet had a problem to catch the rhythm. It was the first time he was actually dancing, especially with someone else. With a girl. His cheeks were tinted pink, then red when he stepped on Amaryllis again. \"Oh!! I'm so sorry!\" He yelped. \"Should we s-stop?\""
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"message": "Amaryllis laughed. A bright, cheerful laugh that was filled with excitement and a sort of giddiness that she hadn't felt in a long time. She may have been a tiny bit drunk too, which helped... But she was honestly having a wonderful time, and even Tagus' two left feet wouldn't stop that! Really, she found his embarrassment rather adorable, and it didn't hurt too badly when he stepped on her feet. \n\n\"Only if you want to,\" She said with a grin. \"But then I'd be sad about losing my dancing partner.\" With that, she spun around him, smiling brightly as her skirts swished about her. She was in her element now, dancing with ease. She was practically dancing circles around the poor man... Though she hoped he didn't mind. He at least gave her a partner to dance with!"
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"message": "Tagus was away from home for weeks and out of his element for sure, like a fish out of water. But he couldn't stop the swelling happiness inside his heart. He already smirked and grinned here and there, but those were lapses of the anxiety that withered away with watching the girl spin and her skirts flutter around to turn her into an illusion of movement, human turned swirling flower. The good knight held her hand, like he watched nobles and peasants do from the taverns as a kid and the feasts as a teen. The simple joys of life didn't really change from blood to blood. But why did they have to be so different?\n\nTagus could move his legs and feet a bit by now, maybe holding the shuffle like the others did for a longer time. When he tripped, he made sure it was a short skid, so that he could prevent himself from stepping on Amaryllis again. She twirled and went around in a circle, causing the boy to follow the spiral and follow the spiral, round around she went. And the smiles grew wider, the night grew wilder, all around them the people cheered. Tagus pulled her unexpectedly and, with his two hands on either side of her clothed hip, he elevated her into the air. There was a swiftness he did it all with, along with the strength packed by his rising legs. He came down from a slight bend of the knees for the effort, though the effort was none at all. He caught her in his arms, lowering her feet to the ground, then pulled away politely with a stupid grin on his face. He sure was very happy about it all, about the moment of respite and festivity, without the worry of outside cries."
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"message": "Amaryllis gasped a bit when Tagus scooped her up and lifted her into the air, swirling her around for a moment before setting her down. It made her feel even more giddy, somehow, and really impressed her. It was now her turn to blush as she smiled up at him and giggled a bit. He was getting into a rhythm with her! They actually made a nice pair as they danced, especially as he grew more comfortable. He had lifted her with such ease! She was a slight, petite woman, and she knew that, but she was still rather floored with how easily he could lift her up! \n\nThe two of them danced for quite some time after that, though eventually Amaryllis grew tired after a particularly vigorous dance and panted, \"I think I'm going to have to sit down for a bit.\" She made her way back to the table, where an idea struck her. A moment later, she grabbed Josie's hand and pulled her to her feet, giggling and panting at the same time. \"Come on!\" She said, tugging Josie towards the dance floor. \"You should dance with Tagus!\""
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"message": "It was a surprise for Josephine to be pulled from her seat so promptly and shoved towards Tagus. They never did dance together before and the thought of it struck the girl with a bright smile. She knew a bit more about dancing than the knight, that was certain, but there also room for error in the way that she tripped after a few turns. But Tagus was there to hold her and keep her from falling. He held her arms tightly and pulled her to her two feet and in that moment they shared they weren't noble and knight, but just two friends having fun. Tagus was laughing, cheery, like she never saw before. The young girl found herself laughing red and gripping his shoulders for a moment before he let go.\n\n\"Again?\" The boy asked.\n\n\"Of course!\" Josephine replied gleefully and went spinning again, round and round, like Amaryllis before her. Then she stopped and Tagus felt like doing the little toss again, prompting the girl into the air and holding her so after she fell on his arms. They danced for a good hour, maybe two, and if there was encore, they were on the dance floor too. But exhaustion started to invade heir bodies, especially Josephine's, which hadn't had a proper night's rest. She cupped Tagus' cheek with a soft smile and said.\n\n\"I'm going upstairs and have some rest. Please stay with Amaryllis.\" She kissed the boy's other cheek and jogged to the shepherdess, hugging and kissing her quickly before pulling away. \"Good night!\" She said, ever so delighted by the fun but tiring dance. She went up the stairs of the inn with a grin on her phase that wouldn't go away even as she laid on the bed.\n\nAs for the young man, he approached Amaryllis.\n\n\"Would you... Like to go for another round?\" He asked shyly, looking away in a little fit of awkwardness."
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"message": "Amaryllis was a bit buzzed by this point, having sat and drank and eaten. She had some money on her, and she splurged a bit in celebration of her newfound friendship and the start of a great adventure. That being said, she would have had a great time with or without the food and the little bit of alcohol. She wasn't hammered, per say, but she was definitely more giggly than she usually was. \n\nShe had enjoyed watching the two teens dancing for the past hour or so. It had been a wonderful, entertaining sight as the two of them danced and danced. They were so sweet and so cute! Tagus had really come into his own, once he got going, and had quickly, naturally taken to dancing. He'd stepped on a few feet, but by the time he got to dancing with Josephine, he seemed as if he had been dancing these peasant dances his entire life. \n\nWhen he approached her and asked her to dance, she blushed and smiled a bit, quite surprised at his offer. She had realized that he enjoyed dancing by this point, but after he had danced so much, she hadn't expected him to ask her to dance again. He certainly had more stamina than she or Josephine! \n\nA moment later, she regained her composure and smiled brightly at him before she stood up, giggling as she took his hand and headed back out onto the dance floor. \"Of course!\" The tavern would be closing for the night, after a while, but for now, she would dance with the young (k)night.\n\nThe alcohol had definitely gotten to her a bit though, and it was now her turn to be rather clumsy on the dance floor. She stumbled a few times and fell into him once or twice. Once, she even stepped on his foot and blushed deeply as she giggled, \"I'm sorry! It looks as if it's my turn to be the clumsy dancer.\""
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"message": "Tagus didn't drink. Not alcohol at least. He chose water to complement the meal that preluded the merry evening before being thrown onto the dance floor by the shepherdess. Perhaps he did not need to drink to enjoy the party full, though his natural awkwardness to interaction was a hindrance soon blown away by the charm of the peasant girl, then the dance with his best friend. Returning to the scene with the former rejuvenated him into going for the more daring steps, misreading just how tired and a bit tipsy Amaryllis was.\n\nAs the dance floor was emptied by grinning and drunk patrons, it came to a point where only the staff of the tavern were around and they were still dancing. Perhaps it was a music that only they could hear, or the simple rhythm of feet shuffling in the wood that made them not stop. But soon enough, at the end of the young woman's stumbling, there was the stepping that made the boy chuckle lightly.\n\n\"You're really cute, Ryllis.\" He said, holding her sides after she stepped on him. \"But we should go upstairs to the bedroom. They're closing the tavern, it seems.\"\n\nAnd they were! The innkeeper was just really waiting on the last two of their clients to remove themselves, because everything else was pretty much in place for the next day. It was only a couple of hours until the break of the first rays of light."
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"message": "Amaryllis leaned up against him, her head resting on his chest as the music slowed and died away. The two of them were the only ones left, and a rather tipsy Amaryllis leaned up against Tagus with a faint smile on her lips. Although she had been clumsy and had made a fool of herself in the second round of dancing, she was quite content at the moment and had enjoyed it immensely. \n\nShe blushed a bit when he called her cute, and even more when he suggested going upstairs. She knew he said it innocently, but that didn't stop her from giggling, \"How forward of you!\" She tilted her head to look up at him then, her eyes sparkling with her amusement and her cheeks all rosy. \n\nThe moment was over though, and the music was done. They needed to rest. Besides, the staff in the tavern were looking at them with a look that begged them to go away.So with that, Amaryllis let go of Tagus and started making her way towards the stairs up to her room. She ended up needing his help a bit. She could walk without too much difficulty, but the stairs proved just a tad bit challenging for her, and she ended up giggling through most of it as Tagus helped her up. Amaryllis was, most certainly, a happy drunk."
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"message": "Tagus was exhausted from the long sleepless journey. He had spent two whole days without rest, from arriving at Amaryllis' pastures after a morning trot to all the physical exertions of battle and riding at a gallop's speed. The same could be said for Josephine, and perhaps she was the most tired of the young duo that was joined by the shepherdess, their guide and friend for the journey. He shut his eyes after saying goodnight to Amaryllis and let his mind wander to the dream world, where he was having a pleasant dream accompanied by the two girls. In his dream, each of them had their own horse, and they rode freely through the green hills of Northwind, down to the border with his homeland of Taemar.\n\nBut all dreams must come to an end, and his was a dreadful sight before reality woke him up. The entire city of Raunkastel was under the wild grip of fire. When the young knight looked to the side, he saw the melting faces of his friends, raw to the bone in crisp flames that made him rise in a fit of choke and cough. The entire bedroom was covered in a thick black fog that threatened to snuff the air from his lungs and replace it with a burning sensation that dried his throat and organs. A real life fire?!\n\nIt was not clear for the boy if he was the first to wake up, but it didn't stop him from rolling off the bed to the ground, where the smoke was weakest. He crawled to the bed where Josephine had laid the night before to find her reaching out to him and coughing. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled, dragging the girl from the bed and onto the wooden floor. Tagus didn't stop, for he never forgot Amaryllis on the other bed. He sprung into continued action and used tact to feel her ankle and tugged until her thighs were in his reach, then her hips.\n\nHe didn't want to talk and let more oxygen escape. Instead, Tagus tried to get the two girls to safety, putting his all on the line to prevent the dream turned nightmare to become reality. His right foot's sole met the wooden door and shattered it, only to find more smoke. What was going on?!"
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"message": "\"Tagus! Josephine!\" Amaryllis had cried above the crackle and roar of the fire. But her voice was raw with smoke and it weakened her cries. She didn't know if they had even heard her until she felt a hand on her in the darkness, pulling her down off the bed. She blinked in the darkness and soon saw it was Tagus, much to her relief. \n\nShe coughed again, but managed to sputter out, \"Josie?\" When Tagus nodded in answer, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, struck with an idea, she crawled to the dresser, where a pitcher of water stood. Quickly, she tore strips of cloth from her skirt and dunked them in the water before crawling to Tagus and Josie, gesturing for them to cover their mouth and nose with the damp cloth. It would keep some of the smoke from their lungs. She'd seen a number of barn fires in her life, and this was one of the things they used as they ran back in to get the animals.\n\nNow they had to find a way out! She saw Tagus' foot go right through the wooden floor and her heart dropped. The fire must be below them! It was too far down to the ground from their room, so they really had no choice but to go down. They could try the back way, perhaps. With that thought in mind, she began to crawl with Tagus and Josie towards the door, slowly opening it and peering outside. The roar of the fire was louder here, but she could see no flames. Just a thick, heavy wall of smoke."
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"message": "They had to salvage something. Their weapons were back in the room and without them the journey would be hardest. Fire be damned, Tagus wasn't about to give up on his armor and Josephine's rapier. He wrapped the damp cloth around his mouth and Josephine's, pushing the girl forward to go with Amaryllis. He turned around to venture into the black room, battling the smoke with a breath of his lung strung to his throat as he dragged his equipment from under his bed and crawled away with arms and armors made easier to carry by folding and packing them all neatly. How lucky was he with the situation. Had the knight not cleaned and packed his and Josephine's equipment sunset last, when they arrived, perhaps he couldn't salvage them at present time.\n\nJosephine grabbed the back of Amaryllis' dress. They left the bedroom into the broken hallway, with sounds of other guests and pounded wood crackling through the fringes of planks on the floor. The surface was hot, almost scorching. But there were many others coughing lungs out, if not to death itself. Josephine pitied them, but the smoke was too thick for her to act selflessly and recklessly. It was hard enough to met Tagus go for things they could replace, but hearing the heavy footsteps and the sound of plate against plate eased her spirit.\n\n\"Lets go!\" The knight stated sharply, pushing Josephine forward. He intended to go down the stairs fast and use the backdoor, presumed to be in the kitchen area, behind the counter."
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"message": "Poor Amaryllis hadn't even stopped to get her dress, so she was left in nothing but the light cotton shift that she wore beneath the dress. But, better to get out with her skin and alive than to go back for a dress. She felt Josephine grab onto her and felt some comfort, as it made her more aware of where Josie was. She didn't want to lose her in the darkness all around them! She just hoped that she wasn't accidentally leading them out of the frying pan and into the flames, quite literally.\n\nShe felt more confident once she heard Tagus, and with that, she crawled forward a bit faster, carefully avoiding sections in the floorboards that looked weak. Her body was drenched in sweat from the heat of the flames, and all around her, she heard the harsh coughs of other guests. She wished she could stop to help, but right now, she, Tagus, and Josie had to worry about themselves. As she had been taught so many times: in Northwind, it was survival of the fittest. \n\nSoon, the reached the staircase and Amaryllis began to crawl down them, keeping her body low to the floor. The smoke seemed to be thinning, and this gave her hope. She had chosen the right escape route! The thinning smoke gave her more encouragement and made her crawl faster, blindly down through the darkness towards freedom."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "It didn't only hurt Josephine to leave the other guests behind. Tagus was also remorseful for not being able to go back, but the more they lingered, the more it felt like their escape could be sealed and they'd be trapped in the smoke and the fire leeching wooden structure from below. It was because of that rise to survive and continue with a charge more important than anyone else's that the knight pressed on, following behind Josephine and Amaryllis with the equipment behind him falling on each stair. A loud thud managed to pronounce itself above the snap and crack of wood as it easily became fuel for the fire turning wilder on the inn.\n\nBut what happened for something like this to happen? It was a tragedy in the making, with the loss of life and a roof over the man that owned the tavern. Like always, Tagus' knightly duty skewered his mind with paranoia. Yet they traveled to such a friendly place, who could wish them harm?\n\nJosephine had no such thoughts. She was more concerned about going down the stairs without tripping in the bellowing dark, for if she did, she'd fall onto her friend. The noble paced her steps with Amaryllis' for the sake of nothing wrong happening. Not that the whole place didn't smell of wrong. It reeked of a hell she wouldn't soon erase from her mind, not after hearing the screams of those engulfed by the flames, coarse and fleeting in energy. It was a painful and horrible way to die.\n\n\"Is that the door?!\" The noble girl questioned, peering at a glimpse of light in front of them."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis gazed at it for a moment, debating. She paused at the bottom of the steps, listening for anything in the roaring fire that might indicate where they should go. They were in a narrow hallway, and there was a door there, but the light coming through it was so bright... Amaryllis somehow knew in her gut that that would only lead them into the fire. She paused for a moment, doing her best to remember what this hallway had looked like last night, before it was so choked in smoke and darkness.\n\nThen, she remembered it. That door led out into the dining area, where she and Tagus had been dancing last night. There was one...\n\nShe crawled forward, her hand searching blindly along the wall. Then, she felt it: a breath of cool air in the midst of this unbearable heat. She reached upwards and grasped the smooth wooden handle of a door and twisted, pushing against it with all her might. It didn't budge for a moment, but suddenly, it sprang open and Amaryllis went tumbling through. They were in the kitchen now, which was surprisingly unscathed by the fire at the moment, save for the smoke hanging at the ceiling. \n\n\"This way!\" Amaryllis cried, reaching out and grabbing onto Josephine. She was terrified that she'd lose her young friend. She crawled through the kitchen towards the back door. Freedom was in sight!"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Amaryllis was quick to notice the illusion that was the brightness behind the door. She was truly smart and had good memory, for Josephine would never guess that the creeping fire was waiting for them on the other side. When they pulled through to the kitchen, the clearer room made Josephine gasp for oxygen and bend her back forward, hands on her knees.\n\n\"Just how did this happen?\" She wondered out loud, looking back at the trail of smoke thickening through the top of the door's frame to the ceiling. Tagus walked to her side, his throat filled with smoke black that he cleared with sharp coughs, a hand in front of his mouth. He returned to carry their equipment and turned to Amaryllis, his heart beating fast.\n\n\"Open the door, Ryllis! We're almost through!\" He barked, not as an order though. Tagus was anxious to get out of the burning fire and see what was going on outside. Were people just watching or trying to put out the flames?!"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis really hadn't slowed down for even a moment, although both her comrades had paused and stood. She was still crawling across the floor, her eyes fixed on freedom and nothing more. She made it to the door just as Tagus barked for her to open it, but she hesitated a moment, resting her hand against the nob to feel if there was fire on the other side.\n\nShe must have been right in her decision to go this way, for the door was cool to the touch and she couldn't hear any crackling flames on the other side. There were certainly flames behind them, but none this way. She quickly wrenched open the door and took a deep breath of the cool night air that came pouring in, relieving her from the smoke-laden, unbearably hot air inside the burning hell.\n\nYet, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she gasped at the sight that greeted her. She could hear screams coming from all around outside. Tortured screams. Screams of the dead and dying. More buildings were on fire further down the street from the tavern, and in the glow of the flames, she could see figures running about. It was enough to leave Amaryllis stopped in her tracks, frozen in the doorway."
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"message": "When the door was wrenched open by Amaryllis, the two teenagers behind her thought of the freedom they were about to gain by escaping the hell of the tavern fire. However, their minds were left bereft of reason with the scene that unfolded outside. It was as if the previous night had come back to haunt them, for the progress they made on horse gallop did little to increase the gap between predator and prey. A whole town was caught on the fire they desperately crawled away from, but that was not the worst of the sight that showed itself bare. No, there was far worse than dying veiled in fire. And that was when they all had a very rude wake up call to the reality of a very dark and grim world.\n\nWolfmen took pride in their hunts. They did not simply torture their captives, they *Ate* Them. Everyone stranded in the middle of the street and in the halfway burned buildings was eligible to be edible, as long as the barbarians got their hands on them. Needless to say that the spectacle spanning onward was as gruesome as it was nightmarish. Limbs were chopped off and gnawed on and the separate fires scattered through Midde were used to roast the flesh of human and other victims that fell prey to the wolfmen. They were as mad as they were vicious, and to say they simply ate the women was a rotten lie.\n\nJosephine peeked from the frame of the door. Tagus tried to stop her, to prevent his charge from seeing the desecration of a place thought to be a safe haven, but it was all turning to ash and splinters. Blood ran free on the streets and stained the ground and walls red. The wolfmen had come with the aid of night and its dark guise. They cut through the mediocre militia without batting an eye and quickly swarmed the town with their might. It wasn't the grotesque image in front of Josephine that shocked her alone. It was the idea that, since the wolfmen were all the way in Midde, her knights had fallen. Where were Sir Roderick and the others? Could they truly still be alive if a band of rabid men attacked Midde so quickly? It was late into the night, almost nearing the darkest moment for the sun to rise from the overlooking hills.\n\n\"No, Tagus! We must help these people!\"\n\n\"B-But the mission-\"\n\n\"Give me my weapon, Tagus!\"\n\nIt was the first time that the young knight saw the noble angry, perhaps even full of rage. She didn't try to hide it nor control it, because the barbarians had tarnished the town that welcomed her so well. She had made good memories there! Why were the wolfmen destroying everything? For the sake of doing so? Were they really just mindless beasts? Then they should be put down! Tagus gave Josephine her sheathed rapier hesitantly and pursed his lips. She snatched the sword from him and pushed through Amaryllis to see the entire situation. Things were dire, perhaps impossible to salvage then, but she didn't falter. Instead, the girl drew the needle blade from its narrow leather sheathe and sliced the air to her right side. Behind her sealed lips, her teeth were gritting together.\n\nThere was no time to get more equipment than the sword he dragged along with the packed armors. Tagus and Josephine had to fight on their clothes alone, with the boy wearing nothing but pants. He grabbed the hilt of his large weapon and pulled it free, making the blade gleam yellow with the reflection of the fires surrounding them. He knew it wouldn't take long for the barbarians to notice them and turn their full attention to them. Tagus breathed out and stood beside Josephine, ready for whatever the darkest hour of the day had to give them."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis was not at all on board with this! The two of them were going out on a suicide mission, and she was not about to let them end their young lives so soon. \n\n\"No!\" She hissed, grabbing onto both of them and tugging them back, towards the stable where their horses were housed. It wasn't yet on fire. They needed to get out! \"You can't help them! You're completely outnumbered! It's nothing more than a suicide mission!\" This was probably the first time that Amaryllis had put her foot down, though she really didn't look believable at all, standing there in her bare feet and pale cotton shift. \n\nShe had no weapons on her; no way to defend herself. If her two friends went out there, not only would they die, but so would she. Hot tears welled up in her eyes as she tugged on them again, harder this time. \"You can't save them! It's useless! If they're here, the knights must be dead! If a whole group of knights couldn't stop them, what makes you think that you can?\" She hoped, against all hope, that the wolfmen hadn't gotten to the knights. It was entirely possible, since it would have been faster to come directly over the mountain and down into the valley, while the knights would have followed the road, which wound it's way along the side of the mountain and down through. But right now, she just wanted Tagus and Josie to pack up and escape with her!"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Amaryllis did her best to dissuade her friends from barging in on a suicide mission, which was accurate of her to call with how emotions were left unchecked and flooding the brain of the teenagers. She was the logical one of the three at the moment, and the only one that could probably guide them out of the valley and away from the danger. However, although her escape plan was sound for the stables were not yet set on fire, everything fell apart when they arrived. It was not that there was an ember beginning a fire, but the fact that the horses had been put down, one after the other, by the vicious strikes of axes, swords and picks. Not only the two horses they mounted to travel to Midde, but every other horse in that stable. The wolfmen were going to use the meat along with their cannibalistic streak to feast after the raid on the small town of Midde. They were completely berserk, more so when they saw two armed teenagers approach the building as they made an exit from it.\n\nSurrounded by a group of mad murderers, there was one that stood taller than any other of the wolfmen in the vicinity. Usually, the strongest were leaders, and though the wolfmen lacked the size to be a full fledged horde, that band was big enough to sow terror through the town. There were many others beside them scattered through the streets and killing and raping, looting and eating. But the ones by the stables had their attention centered on Amaryllis, Josephine and Tagus.\n\n\"Armed fodder.\" The giant of a man spoke, grinning. \"Tender young meat. Get them!!\"\n\nThe hungry pack of wolves lunged at the three. They were starving, or appeared to be so, eager to ravage the skin with more than just the blades on their hands. Tagus took a step of initiative and heaved as he swung his blade, using the massive stretch of steel to hinder the forward movement of the group. However, the pack was working not to kill themselves, but capture their prey. They used the range which Tagus showed to have to circle around him and the girls. Their soulless eyes were more focused on the women, eager to pounce at them and have their fun."
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"message": "The sight that greeted them when they arrived at the stable was indeed a ghastly one, but not as bad as the sight of the dead and dying humans. It was more... The death of hope. As soon as she saw those magnificent beasts laying dead in their stalls, Amaryllis' heart sunk and she began to cry. They wouldn't make it out of here alive. Their ticket to freedom had been ripped to shreds, and they were going to die. \n\nShe was utterly helpless as she stood there, unarmed and not even fully clothed. She could feel the wolfmen's eyes on them, looking for a meal and more. It sent chills down through her spine, but even now, she was more concerned with her friends' survival. She screamed as they lunged forward and trembled like a frightened rabbit, but somewhere in the back of her mind, the idea for her to help her friends tugged at her. \n\n\"Josie,\" She whispered, \"I'll distract them. They're... They're just like wolves. They're more fascinated by prey that runs... I'll... I'll run and distract them, and you and Tagus get out of here.\" She didn't know why she was doing or saying this. Her entire life in Northwind had taught her that you always chose yourself when it came to who was going to survive, but she found that right now, she was more concerned with Tagus and Josie. She wanted her friends to live. She wanted to see them make it to another day, or at least have a chance at it, and right now, they were so badly outnumbered that she felt that this was the only way."
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"message": "What nonsense was Amaryllis spitting from her delusioned mind straight to the ears of her friend? Did she really mean to sacrifice herself for the sake of the young knight and the noble she just befriended? Were they even going to consider such a tactic when they had met someone so kind and honest as the shepherdess was? Josephine shook her head and used her free left hand to grasp the right wrist of Amaryllis. It was a hard grip, harder than they ever held each other before.\n\n\"You aren't going anywhere...!\" The girl stated, low but seriously sharp. It was odd how strongly Josephine held on to Amaryllis, but she pulled her friend behind her and, in the same duelist stance of keeping her sword pointed forward, she still held her left arm back with that same hand wrestling Amaryllis' hand against her back. \"I told you. I will protect you!\" The wolves put her words to the test. Once the cage was complete, they attacked from all sides, with the bigger one watching with a handful of barbarians as the show began. Tagus roared as he slashed forward, his body turning as left foot slid on the ground onward. The sheer length of the steel sword was once again barring progress by the barbarians in front of him, but the others were going for Josephine and Amaryllis. The noble used her footwork to keep the shepherdess behind her and between herself and Tagus. Amaryllis was weaponless, but never useless. She was who gave Josephine strength, she was her guide too. More importantly, she was her friend! But did that stop the wolfmen from assaulting them?\n\nTheir numbers, too many, and even if Josephine managed to cut one, two, maybe three at most, the others cared little about the fall of their allies and pounced at her. They tried to and managed to tackle the girl, maybe even dragging Amaryllis along. Tagus was distracted by that a moment too many and was struck, blade carving a gash on the top of his left shoulder, then an axe sizzled the wind to bite his right hand's smallest finger right off. The knight groaned in utter pain, his body trampled by the heavy feet of the barbarians as he tried to protect himself with his arms. It felt just like that time in the market, when Josephine was attacked by those thugs. He had pulled a good hit or two, but then they surrounded and overpowered him.\n\nAs for the girls, the wolfmen were trying to get on top of them, to pull their limbs to opposite sides and slap and punch them, maybe even insert their thighs between their legs, trying to remove cloth by force. They drooled on them, felt their skin, disarmed Josephine and felt her petite breasts, her tender flesh with malicious tongue."
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"message": "Amaryllis screamed again, a high piercing cry that made the wolfmen whine from the pitch in their ears. But it didn't last long, for a moment later the wolfman struck her violently and silenced her cries. A grunt of pain escaped her as hot tears trickled down her face, but it didn't stop her fight. The men grappled at her, groping her and toying with her as she fought tooth and nail, clawing at them and lashing out with every ounce of strength she had in her. She had lost sight of Tagus and Josie, as she was now surrounded by wolfmen and had her face forced into the dirt. \n\nSoon, the sound of tearing cloth filled her ears, and she struggled all the more. Then, by some miracle, she wriggled free for just a moment. But a moment was all she needed. She launched herself out from under them and began to run, her shift hanging to her by mere threads. She looked like a ghost, racing along faster than she had ever run before in her life. Just as she had said, the wolfmen were attracted by the running prey and began chasing after her, giving Josie and Tagus a break. \n\nAmaryllis could practically feel their hot breaths on the nape of her neck as she sprinted along, her bare feet pounding against the earth. They were so close and were gaining on her fast. If only...\n\nShe suddenly changed direction, veering into the stable and its gory hell. She slipped and slid on the blood coating the floors, but the perk was that the wolfmen slid too. Quickly, she ran to the ladder and climbed up it as fast as she could, into the bowls of the hay loft. The wolves were right behind her, but they weren't quite fast enough. As soon as she had reached the top, Amaryllis grabbed the top of the ladder and heaved it backwards, causing it to fall over and land the wolfmen in the earth on their backs."
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"message": "Everything was turning to shit. The ground was cold in contrast to the hell hole they managed to slip from, but the cold didn't mean anything to the hit sweat that rolled down their skins. Tagus clung to his sense of survival as best a she could with arms protecting his head from the backlash of feet stomping forearms and hardened gut. He tried to breath swift between the relentless waves of kicks, but he had to give at some point and the act of breathing when being attacked just made the assault even more painful.\n\nAmaryllis managed to make most of the wolfmen surrounding the three break attention from the other two to give chase, but it mattered little to the pack leader if one of the prey made the hunt more entertaining. He had others to send out to help restrain the other two and kill them. What's more, when a couple of the wolfmen fell on their backs from the shepherdess' push of the ladder, the others were quick to rethink strategy and climb the outer sides of the walls. No matter how many of them fell, the individual desire each harbored within them was enough to keep going. If they'd comrade fell, it didn't matter as long as they had a turn in fucking the bitch.\n\nThe situation was direst with Josephine's clothes torn and her body slowly becoming more and more exposed, nude for the vandals to admire the greyed skin and bosom. The horror in her eyes was such that a high pitched scream followed not much longer after Amaryllis', though this one had a form that was beyond the comprehension of the wolfmen and others around.\n\n\"TAGUS!!!\"\n\nThe deafening shout made the wolfmen hearken, if only for a moment, and turn their gaze to the young teen. They were about to return to beat their punching bag when a murderous intent spilled from the bruised warrior and pulled him up into a stand through his own throws of haymaker punches turned to violent hooks that smashed the sides of the skulls they hit. They were nothing like the strikes he was taught in the castle. The punches were wide, but fast. They were heavy, but struck their victims with surprise every time! Tagus didn't even finish any of the men that were on top of him. He simply cleared a path to Josephine, taking his sword from the ground and swinging it in the fashion of an arc. Its length, sized beyond the regular measurements of a sword, was the trump he had to slice through the bodies in a swing through which he channeled all of his fermenting rage. It was the first time that he sent body halves flying, as if they were twigs snapped from a tree. Josephine's horror frowned face turned into one of complete shock as she saw entrails cascading from a torso as it flew and twirled until it fell limp on the ground.\n\n\"Hmm...\" The alpha wolf stepped forward, curious, building up to intrigued."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis hoped that at least the majority of that group of Wolfmen had been distracted by her flight. If nothing else, it would thin the crowd around Josie and Tagus. It'd give them a better chance at survival. \n\nTo her horror, the lack of a ladder didn't stop the wolfmen from advancing on her. The fall did nothing to those that had been on the ladder In fact, they seemed absolutely unscathed, and in moments, about 6 of them were crawling up the walls, their fingers digging into the wooden stable like claws as the scrambled upwards. They were practically foaming at the mouth, eyes gleaming. They had been driven into a frenzy by the heavy stench of blood here in the barn, as well as the flight of their prey. They were eager to catch the poor shepherdess and turn her into a meal.\n\nA little cry escaped her at this awful realization. Her fight wasn't over though. If she wanted any possible chance at survival, she would have to fight for it. With that, she dashed up the stacks of hay in the hay loft. The higher ground would give her a bit of an advantage. She came across a pitchfork and snatched it up, then stood at the top of a large pile of hay. At least now she had the means to defend herself, if only in a minor capacity."
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"message": "Josephine's scream awoke Tagus to the harsh reality that he wasn't only fending for himself, surrounded by the callused feet of vicious and evil men. He found the strength to go after his charge and protect her at the nick of time, though the strain over his body was great and bruises and scratches permeated his skin. There were trickles of blood running from the corner of his lip, scratches from nails and, of course, the more serious gashes on his shoulder and front of his torso. It didn't deter him, not when adrenaline was running high in his body and the one thing in his mind was the survival of his friends. Speaking of friends in the plural sense, he also thought of Amaryllis.\n\nHowever, to get to Amaryllis, he had to go through the tower of a man that stood before him. He turned to face the threat in the same time that he swung his massive blade and cut two other wolfmen. The whimpered and choked on their own blood from the tidal rise of red up their esophagus, falling limp on the ground, either with their bodies half torn or completely butchered. That only turned the alpha of that small band on further as he grinned wide and with ecstasy, drawing his blade eagerly. Tagus grit his teeth, he sneered and attacked with a bull charge followed by a mighty swing, but the alpha warrior blocked it with relative ease and pushed him off, forcing the boy a couple of steps back.\n\n\"Outta my way!!\" The knight roared.\n\n\"Make me, puppy!!\"\n\nHe was out of time and place, for Amaryllis desperately needed his help. Josephine managed to stand, though her body was shaking from the awful premise of rape that could have happened had her right hand not cut through heir enemies. She crawled to her sword, her trusty rapier, and tried to circumvent the two fighters as they went to exchange powerful blows. Tagus put his life on the line behind that single and massive strike onward, both hands gripping the hilt of his sword as it cut through the atmosphere with a loud and grave sizzling sound.\n\nYears ago, when he first joined the household of the Merovingian family, there he was, a toddler choosing a sword much larger and heavier than he could hold properly. Clovis asked him why he chose that weapon and he answered.\n\n\"To fight the big monsters in Josephine's dreams!\"\n\nThe wicked blade of the alpha snapped in two and a cut of the edge of Tagus' sword appeared on the bridge of his nose. The wolfman growled and first thought of revenge, but then everything changed.\n\nOn the rooftop, the barbarians laughed at the pitchfork wielding girl. They wanted to surround the feisty girl and go at her, eager to eat her in more ways than one. However, as they approached, something traveled through the air and, when the girls least expected it, a knife carved itself on the side of one's skull and a hand covered Josephine's mouth on ground level.\n\n\"Do not scream, my Lady.\"\n\nRoderick! Hausel appeared running next to him, armored only on his torso to have great and fluid movement with his limbs. He climbed up the walls of the barn with Rolf following quickly behind him. The other knights joined as they cut a path through the band of raiding wolfmen."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis was backed into a corner, gripping the pitchfork tightly in her hands. So tightly that her knuckles were white. She was reminded of her encounter with the shifter some months before, when she had squared off with it, pitchfork in hand. Hopefully this ended better than that...\n\nBefore the wolfmen could reach her, a knife sank deep into the skull of one of them and it fell, landing with a sickening thud on the earth far below. They turned to look to see where their attacker was, and collectively, the pack let out a venomous growl that made Amaryllis tremble to their core. Yet, the wolfmen knew that they had their prey in hand and it would take a bit for the knights to mount the walls.\n\nThey seized the opportunity and converged on Amaryllis en masse. She screamed and fought, lashing out with the pitchfork. It lodged in the chest of one of the wolfmen and he fell to the earth, but as she was wrenching it from his body, one of the wolfmen grabbed the pitchfork from her and clocked her alongside the head with the wooden handle. Instantly, she saw stars and her knees went weak. \n\nDazed and disoriented, she couldn't see what was going on. The pack split up into two groups. One to attack the knights that were coming to rescue Amaryllis, while the others snatched her. They groped her and toyed with her for a moment, then proceeded to leap from the barn. One leaped with her in his arms, and Amaryllis screamed as they plummeted towards the earth. They survived the fall, as the wolfmen were light on their feet and incredibly strong. Poor Amaryllis was too out of it to fight any longer, and the wolfmen took advantage of that as they started to take her away, eager to enjoy their prey."
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"message": "Josephine saw with her eyes wide in horror as Amaryllis was taken away. She tried to struggle and spring free from the Knight Commander's grasp, but he kept his grip true and whispered in her ear for her to keep her composure. It felt like she was powerless then and that the knight was making her watch her friend be whisked away by savages, but the truth was far from it. There was more than met the eye. Even though Hausel and Rolf were pinned by the wolfmen that waited for them on the roof of the barn, the barbarians that took Amaryllis didn't have brains to figure what hit them next. No, for one of those brains was splattered and the skull fragmented in such a brutal way that no one else could have done that but the mighty Howitzer. Bearded axe held by two large hands, it cracked the bone and made mush of the vital organ of one of the wolves. From his towering figure appeared Maverick, sword in hand and body hurling fast to tackle the man holding Amaryllis down, followed by a quick thrust to the gut of another.\n\n\"No mercy!\" Howitzer roared, swinging his axe wildly with fast turns of his center mass to bring more than the strength of his arms, but the weight of his hulking body to smash the flesh and bone of his enemies.\n\n\"Surrender!\"\n\nTagus tried to reason with the alpha, but the latter ignored the command and went for a weapon lying on the ground. The knight did not hesitate. He charged with his two-handed sword and swung from bottom left to top right, breaking through the guard of the wolfman just as the end of his blade's length carved a dreadful gash in the alpha's face, putting an end to his bestial life. Blood was on Tagus' face. It was his own mixed with the splatters of his enemies. There were bodies brutally mangled by his rage. When he glanced at Josephine and Roderick, his angry frown was reduced to a hopeful sigh. He didn't stop though, for his comrades needed help in taking out the remnants of the band that attacked Midde.\n\nHausel and Rolf might have had a committee waiting for them, but their skills were nothing to be compared to the savages. Rolf used his prowess with blades to carve deep lacerating wounds that brought his enemies to their knees, just like Hausel used his sword to end the fallen and the hesitant cowards that turned their backs on the last second, a failed attempt to flee for the knight showed no mercy.\n\nA barbarian tried to flank Maverick as he dealt with another, but the former lost his footing, consequence of the sword of Tagus being swung at the knees. He screamed of pain, legless and gutless, before the nape of his neck was pierced by the large blade. Maverick nodded at Tagus and the two, alongside Howitzer, destroyed those who tried to take Amaryllis. Their pieces were on the ground, blood forming rivers all around."
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"message": "The wet sound of spattering blood and tearing flesh filled the air around her, and warm blood and brain matter soon spattered Amaryllis' face and body. She was soaked, and the once-white shift that hung by threads to her body was now stained red. She was lucky that none of that blood was her own. The hands, if they could be called that, that were holding her loosened their grip and fell away as her captors were slaughtered. \n\nYet, now, Amaryllis found that she didn't know where to run. She felt that she needed to be out of the way, where she wouldn't be captured again. She didn't need these poor men to constantly have to rescue her, and quite frankly, she couldn't count on getting lucky three times in one night. No, she needed to be out of the way and safely behind someone.\n\nTears of relief filled her eyes as she looked up at Howitzer, Rolf, and Hausel. She could have kissed them! She had hoped and prayed, if it could be called that, that the knights were alive. Never in a million years could she have expected their arrival and their rescue. Once more, she owed them her life.\n\nQuickly, she got out of their way and scurried behind them like a frightened rabbit, deciding that they could protect her. Once more, she was unarmed, but with the huge knot on the side of her head from getting clocked with the pitchfork handle, she was in no shape to fight anyway. She then looked around, desperate to see if Josie was okay. She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she saw her. She was alive! And so was Tagus! Quickly, Amaryllis went to her friend's side and wormed her way in between the Commander's grasp to hug her friend as she burst into tears. They weren't entirely safe, at least not yet, but the worst of the danger had passed."
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"message": "It never crossed the knights that Amaryllis owed them a debt of gratitude. They were doing their duty and it was far from them to ever think she could repay them. No, all that mattered was to protect Josephine and her friend, and to help Tagus in doing so. In the eyes of the Knight Commander, the boy had excelled in his service, painting his face full of pride with a gleam of approval in his eyes.\n\nLord Roderick released Josephine and let the noble reunite with her friend in a fit of tears that both drenched each other in. Blood and guts be damned that made the atmosphere smell of rot. Josephine was more than happy to have Amaryllis squeezing her lithe frame and she replied with a strong hug herself. Surrounded by her staunch protector, she let go of her worries and just showed her affection for the shepherdess. If she had been taken, Josephine wouldn't forgive herself. She wouldn't let go.\n\nMeanwhile, her guardians saved who could be saved in the inferno and raid. Tagus among them."
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"message": "Amaryllis clung to her young friend, wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly against her, as if she would never let go again; as if she could somehow protect Josie from the whole world. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed quietly, shaking from their ordeal and the terribleness of it all. The world around them was forgotten, for the moment, as she welcomed the warm embrace of her young friend and wept. For now, they were safe, with the Knight Commander there and knights defending the city. \n\n\"I'm sorry,\" She sobbed quietly. \"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... I'm sorry... I'm sorry I led us to the stable and got us into this mess...\" The poor woman was a wreck, deeply upset at the thought that she had been partially to blame for all of this."
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"message": "Josephine could feel the despair in her friend's voice, the sorrow and the grief of making the wrong turn down life avenue with a hint of bitterness in her mouth. The girl wished she could take all that pain away, both physical and emotional. She wished she could turn back time and be stronger to keep the wolfmen away and the images of their faces full of desire, the touch that pierced deeper than any blade. Josephine felt violated even if their intentions didn't go through. She was so glad her knights had come, like a fairy tale come true to rescue the damsel in distress. It felt just like a story straight from the book of lore from Camira her father showed her years ago.\n\nThe girl gripped her friend's shoulders tightly and then cupped her cheeks with soft hands, a bit callused from her wield of the rapier and more domestic affairs, yet hard below the slender fingers. It was a warm touch.\n\n\"Don't say that! Don't say that! You did nothing wrong! Don't leave me. Don't ever leave my side, Ryllis! I feared so much for you!!\"\n\nDawn came with a glint of hope in the air. The barbarians were slaughtered to the last man, their fear for something far greater than them making them fight to the last of their numbers. It was in no way a horde, perhaps a forward warband. And Roderick knew of this. He was delayed because he and his men saw something far worse. He approached the lady after a series of commands issued to the knights and the few militia that survived.\n\n\"My lady, we must leave as soon as possible.\" He said with a grave tone. \"There is something far worse coming. We must reach the Witherlands before it catches up with us.\" The pronoun game was to keep her worries limited."
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"message": "Amaryllis stayed close to Josie after that, finding solace in the company of her friend. It still amazed her that a night that had been so wonderful could turn so terrible in mere hours. She wanted to comfort Josie as much as she could too, for she felt that Josie likely needed companionship right now, just as much as she herself did. Indeed, both of them had been through a bad ordeal. It could have been far worse, but they had been so close to... The very thought shook her to her core, and she did her best to push such thoughts away. She hoped nothing like it ever happened again. It would haunt her for some time though. The events that had happened, her decisions... Would they have been better off if they hadn't gone towards the stable? Should she have run like she did? Did it even help to lure the wolfmen away? She didn't know, and that haunted her more than any ghost.\n\nWhen the Commander came to Josephine with his news, Amaryllis was at her side still, and the tone in his voice sent shivers down the shepherdess' spine. Something worse was coming... That could only mean that more barbarians were on their way, and the few survivors here in Middle would be slaughtered later... They had been given only a brief stay of execution. He didn't have to say that it was the wolfmen, but somehow, she knew. This had been just a small hunting party. But Amaryllis didn't ask any questions about what would happen to the city of Middle, nor did she say anything about her suspicions. Right now, Josephine and her party needed to leave."
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"message": "Tagus, Josephine and Amaryllis\nTown of Midde, Northwind\n\nIt was good enough that they were all given a moment's respite to think about what ifs, but why dawdle? Hausel was having fun pushing the dead off the barn with his feet. He climbed down to jump near the ground and land on his feet, walking to the corpses and fixing them from litter to pile. Rolf made another. Howitzer saw very few wolfmen who managed to escape back to the hills. Some towards the east, others south. The latter, cubs for the slaughter by their wicked chieftain, a scion of the Skorn.\n\nSome of the knights who journeyed with Roderick to Midde knew, just like their Knight Commander, that if some scouts were fearless then, the main horde could very well be unbreakable from the fear of Skorn's presence, their leader. A sword was held as high as a shield toward the man in front, just in case he wanted to run back to the lines. A true wolfman chopped the limbs off cowards.\n\nTagus appeared worse than wear by their side soon enough. Things were changing fast just like they had started. The people wouldn't stay in a broken home, not the majority at least. The die hards stood behind with nothings in their hands. The others had not a one thing to spare. Except for the knights. They sent their farewells to brave men and women, where others might call them stupid. But who's to know the life of a being that always lived there? How could they abandon their home? Some elders stayed behind. They wouldn't wait for the wolfmen to come. Others scattered with different caravans thrown into the wild, lawless world of Northwind. The majority hoped to journey to Ibethiel or Taemar. Those that wanted to go south were warned of the danger. The knights were reliable in their word, such was the tale, and Roderick lived up to high expectations. He also broke Tagus from a word with Josephine.\n\n\"Tagus, follow me to the doctor.\"\n\nRoderick guided Tagus to a middle aged man tending the wounded in one of the buildings. The sun helped save what little there was with a light to shine on their heads.\n\nJosephine sulked in the end of her cry. Ever since crossing the wolfmen, everything became a ride to the worst. Josephine knew it wouldn't be a pleasant cruise, but in the back of her head was the bug of hope itching.\n\n\"Ryllis, I'm sorry to ask you now, my friend. But do you know of any stable to the north of Midde?\"\n\nShe was not thinking about moving out, she already wanted to be faster. To finish this journey, to go to her supposed coming of age and become whatever it means to society. She didn't care about the end, but the middle was so frightening. The story that was unfolding had a grim taste in her throat. Gulping didn't handle it."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tagus, Josephine and Amaryllis\nTown of Midde, Northwind\n\nAmaryllis watched for a few moments as the survivors of Middle made their decisions. Some would leave; some would stay. The decision had been left up to them either way, but she hoped that those that intended to stay would change their minds. There was nothing left for them here...\n\nIt seemed that Josie and her knights would spend one more night here before moving on. This was probably for the better, as Tagus was certainly in need of medical attention. With that thought in mind, Amaryllis turned to look at her young friend and gave her a gentle smile as she said, \"Let's see if we can clean up a bit and get some rest. It's going to be a long journey... And I need to find something else to wear.\" She was still in the tattered cotton shift, the rest of her clothing having been lost and burned in the tavern fire. Granted, most of the buildings in Middle had been burnt to the ground, so the odds of her finding another dress were rather slim. Still, she needed something else to wear, as the shift was stained with blood and nearly exposed her chest with as little of it was left, due to the ravenous attack of the wolfmen.\n\nTruth was, she didn't want to let Josie out of her sight. Not right now. She needed the comfort of her friend now more than ever, and she would never forgive herself if something happened to Josie because she wasn't present... Or because she was present. Basically, she simply wouldn't forgive herself if Josie was hurt at all."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine and Tagus\nTown of Midde, Northwind\n\nJosephine nodded at her friend. In the early morning of the new day, everyone was recovering scraps and pieces from their homes and homes that were not their own. The girls considered it best to loot the dead, perhaps from houses half ruined and broken by the fires. Even then, there was all the blood on the walls and floors of buildings. Hands of children written in dry blood. The empty scene made Josephine gag. Beings younger than her were butchered by madmen. Was that the reality of the world? Could she really swim against such a powerful tide?\n\nWhile the girls were finding something to change into, the young knight was having his wounds checked and patched up by the good doctor. He lost a finger in the fight and had a terrible gash on his left shoulder that had a chance of being infected after all the exertions he went through. He was lucky, perhaps, because the doctor was quick in cleaning the wound and wrapping it all up. He was suggested not to make any sudden movement or carry weights to let the shoulder completely heal. It would take a couple of days for it to do so. Tagus didn't know if he could follow the advice. It would depend on Josephine and her need of him."
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"message": "Tagus, Josephine and Amaryllis\nTown of Midde, Northwind\n\nAmaryllis was tired, honestly, and if she could have, she would have stopped and rested in Middle for longer. Yet, that would be a death sentence, as the wolfmen would be coming quickly, storming out of the mountain passes like an avalanche and obliterating anything left below them in the little town. More than that, she wanted to get out of this hell, so filled with blood and the ghosts of what was once a happy place. \n\nHer body was tired from the strain of fighting though, and she had, admittedly, entered a bit of a state of shock. As she moved from body to body and from house to house looking for clothing, her eyes glazed over and a look as dead as the corpses she was looting came over her face. She hated this... She hated every second of it... In the end, she couldn't bring herself to strip the corpses for clothing, save for a pair of shoes. Rather, she managed to find a house with a trunk in it that had been left largely unscathed, and in it were women's clothing. She gave some of them to Josephine, for she and Amaryllis were roughly the same size. The clothes were somewhat ill-fitting on the young girl, but they would have to do for now. They fit better on Amaryllis, who had the stockier body of a mountain-dweller. \n\nAfter they had changed and taken what provisions they could, Amaryllis and Josephine returned to the commander. Now it was just a matter of how they would get out of here, since they were down three horses."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nTown of Midde\n\nJosephine felt the outfit was rather loose, but she didn't mind it. It was better than bloodstained clothes with a smell that reminded her of the gropes and the eyes of hunger and madness that stalked her just hours ago. A bucket of cold water would feel good right about then, but they didn't have the time for it. It would be a while until they were safe and able to enjoy a tranquil rest by a warm fire. Until then, the mix of bodily fluids and gore would make up the atmosphere of the group.\n\nWhen they arrived at the Knight Commander's side, Josephine was thrilled to find Tagus waiting for them. She lost the light of her eyes when she noticed the bandages around his shoulder and the missing finger that was a stub wrapped in white cloth drenched red. She ran to him and touched his hand, asked how he was in a trance of worry. The boy laughed. How could he laugh at a time like that?\n\n\"Don't worry, my Lady. I'm fine. I'm glad you're fine too.\" He was not as warm as the boy back at the tavern, perhaps because Lord Roderick was next to him and demanded a strong sense of chivalry and duty. Etiquette should be followed. The girl shook her head and buried it in his chest. She almost drowned her eyes in tears but was strong enough to hold on. Tagus showed everyone watching a toothy grin, before pushing her away softly. \"We should get going.\"\n\n\"Indeed.\" Roderick said. \"There is a large caravan fleeing north to the duchy of a man known as John de Burgh. Beside the barbarian problem, we have a kingless realm with factions dividing it. But this man seems to be of good character. Perhaps we can get help from him.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nTown of Midde\n\nAmaryllis was warmed, somewhat, by the sight of Josie and Tagus. Josie clung to him and held him for a few moments, and Amaryllis could tell from the look on Tagus' face that he was just putting up a front because his fellow knights were here now as well. Had they all been gone, he would have held Josie and comforted her. They were cute together, really... Perhaps...\n\nAmaryllis had little time to ponder it all as they all moved to join the caravan. Amaryllis soon found herself among their ranks, walking along with a horde of other people. Some were on horseback; some were on foot; some rode in wagons. It all depended on the means that people had to travel. The knights took up positions around the caravan for defense. \n\nBut Amaryllis herself was in a fog as she walked along. She stared down at the ground, barely managing to put one foot in front of the other, and her eyes had taken on a glazed, haunted look. Last night had scarred her badly, perhaps worse than all the victims of the plagues that ravished Iron Gates last winter. At least they hadn't been torn to little bits and eaten... Amaryllis had had to bury her family, but at least she had known that they hadn't been raped or eaten or anything. She had had the chance to say goodbye. But those faces of Middle haunted her, far more than the wolfmen she had killed ever would."
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"message": "It was not the knights' intention to travel with the caravan. Hausel said that it was a waste of time as they could travel faster if they left the people and their wagons behind, but Josephine couldn't leave the survivors of Midde to their own devices. She knew that the warriors that accompanied her had the ability to protect those unfortunate to lose heir homes so she asked Roderick to stay with them. He did so, but not without showing his disapproval of her command.\n\nTensions were high, but the caravan went underway. They left the valley that Midde was located in, exiting the Grey Hills to get to the northwestern faction."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nTown of Middle\n\nAmaryllis felt as if her feet were made of lead, but she knew that everyone else had endured just as much, if not more, than she. Still, had she been on her own, she felt that she would have laid right down and not moved an inch. She certainly wasn't her usually chipper self, and right now, she couldn't really support Josie or anybody. She could barely support herself.\n\nBut on they marched, northward again with perhaps a few dozen souls. She just hoped that they reached their destination before the wolfmen caught up with them. Unless they were lucky and the wolfmen attacked elsewhere, but that wasn't likely."
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"message": "Erys' breaths were short. Quick. Laboured. A gloved hand covering her mouth, she huddled in the dark corner of her closet as she heard the destructive commotion raging outside. She heard screams coming from the people she had known all her 18 year life, her heart dropping a centimetre more with every yelp and cry getting cut short.\n\n*Please, not like this, not like this, not like this...* \n\nShe silently prayed to herself as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Her curiosity was telling her to go outside and see what was happening, or even help someone in need. But yet she stayed for she knew she would probably get cut down by whatever barbarian so happened to chance upon the sight of her.\n\nHer heart then stopped when she heard a pair of heavy footsteps come upstairs and push open her door so hard they nearly came off their hinges. \n\n*Please... Please... Please...*"
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nResidence of De Burgh\n\nA collective sigh of relief went up from the caravan of traveler's when they came upon the keep and city of John de Burgh. As usual, the sight of civilization gave everyone a sense of comfort, for there was safety in numbers and in the military might found here. Surprisingly, despite travelling, exposed, for 3 days, the caravan hadn't been attacked by the wolfmen, which could only mean that they had attacked another caravan or descended upon some other unsuspecting village. Yet the survivors of Middle had made it safely to their destination, and that in and of itself was cause for relief. They just tried not to think about where the wolfmen likely were. \n\nAmaryllis, however, did not get to see the new city. Rather, she was in the back of one of the wagons in a makeshift bed, bumping along and burning with fever. She had gradually slowed over the course of the first day, her feet feeling as if they were made of led and her mind haunted by the sights of the attack of Middle. These thoughts were only worsened by the sickness that took root in her body and placed her into a feverish state. She hadn't said anything to anybody and had just trudged on until, finally, she just couldn't anymore. One moment she was walking along, and the next she had collapsed in the dirty and had nearly been run over by the traffic behind her. Wagons, horses, cattle... All manner of traffic passed her by and nearly ran her over. It was a wonder that she hadn't been killed, really. \n\nBut Tagus had caught a glimpse of her prone form in the middle of the roadway and had waded through to rescue her. It was he and Josephine that had seen to it that she rode in the back of a wagon and was cared for. The poor woman... Her fevered mind played tricks on her, leaving her either dead to the world or screaming at the sights in her mind's eye. \n\nAs they arrived at their destination, however, she was quiet, her eyes closed and her body trembling."
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"message": "The city in question was Iron Gate and a massive detour to the mission of the knights. Roderick remembered visiting the capital of Northwind once and felt small in comparison to the several rings that made the districts of the thriving metropolis. He didn't like it one bit, because they had more important things to attend to, but Josephine had the last say.\n\nTagus was worried about Amaryllis, just like her noble friend. A fever probably meant she had an infected wound. It could be a symptom to something worse. They were lucky to be in the capital, full of medicine men and women with different skills in the art of medicinal science. They didn't know what the future reserved, but Josephine hoped her friend would be fine soon.\n\nThe caravan's leaders tried to get an audience with John de Burgh, but the political division and following struggles of the populace gave rise to many looking for the governor to solve their issues.\n\nRoderick and the knights rented a couple of rooms at an inn while Tagus and Josephine, accompanied by Rolf, took Amaryllis to a doctor. They were a bit lost halfway through due to the dimension of the city. It was huge. They eventually found their way and settled Amaryllis on a bed while the doctor looked her over."
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"message": "As much as she held her breath and kept silent and still, she knew that it would be useless. She was holding onto some kind of childish hope that she'd be like those in the stories she heard of heroes escaping deadly situations by skins of their teeth. But alas, this wasn't fantasy.\n\n\"Let me go!\" Erys screamed over again and again as the wolfman began drag her outside of the closet. She punched and kicked at his chest, but she was rewarded with a mere bash to the right side of her temple.\n\nIn her dazed stupor, she barely comprehended the bodies of her family strewn about the floor. Her father, the elder of this village, gazed out of the grey window with dilated eyes.\n\nShe then realized the fate she had before her. Erys was the jewel of the village. She'd be the best cherry to be picked."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nIron Gate\n\nAmaryllis could have helped them navigate the city, had she been awake. She spent her winter months here with her flock, save from the bitter cold and snow of the mountains, so she knew the city like the back of her hand. But alas, the poor woman was completely unconscious and silent, save for the occasional groan from her twitching, twisting form. At least she wasn't screaming as they took her through the city streets. She had certainly done that enough already...\n\nThe doctors of Iron Gate had plenty of experiencing dealing with a variety of illnesses and diseases. The traders that came through Iron Gate often needed patching up, and while they brought many wonderful things to the capital city, they also brought with them disease. Every few years, plagues ripped through Iron Gate, demolishing the population and crushing the weak and infirm. One such plague had taken Amaryllis' family the previous winter, and now it looked as if she just might join them.\n\nThe doctor examined every inch of her body silently, a serious, yet inquisitive look on his face. He was always fascinated by the ailments that were brought to him, and this one seemed particularly interesting. This poor woman had been beaten to a pulp recently! Her face still bore the marks of the attack at her home, while her body had claw marks and cuts all over it from the wolfmen in Middle. \n\nHe finally came across perhaps the most major cause of her ailment. One of her wounds was an angry red color, flaming hot to the touch and filled with infection. \"Hmm,\" He murmured as he looked at it for a bit, then retrieved a knife and sliced it open, letting the infection, yellow and clotted like cottage cheese, drain from the wound. It was a rather ghastly sight. Normally, minor wounds such as this didn't get infected so badly. They weren't in a hot or humid climate, so bacteria didn't multiply as quickly, not that they would have any knowledge of such things. Still, it was odd to see such a minor scrape turn into something so awful.\n\nAfter a few moments, he looked up at the people gathered at Amaryllis' bed side and said, \"I will let some of her blood to get rid of the bad humors in her body. She has clearly been infected with... Something. This isn't just a scrape. It's... Something worse. I'll be surprised if your charge pulls through, but I will do my best.\" Clearly, he believed that Tagus and Roll were guarding her and she was a prisoner or a slave of some sort."
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"author": "potatogoblin",
"message": "Vidū Ka'elo, Forests ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯\n\nIt has already been a couple of weeks, possibly a couple of months even since Vidu has decided to take one step out of the forests. The calm wooded areas were her home. It was some place where she felt like she had belong. It was only strange because her she was the only one of her race to step foot out of far gone. As dangerous as it was, it couldn't feel anymore safer. In the meantime, she was still there, this time spending her time in building a nice area underneath a nearly uprooted tree to claim as a living area of her own... A home. She'd even go out of her way to decor it with a couple of flowers to make it look nice and pretty. That didn't matter though because there was a lot of crafting that needed to be done anyway. Vidu would casually be carrying around large sticks, dropping them onto a pile of leaves to create a roof for herself. Stick after stick, the pile would get bigger and bigger till she was satisfied before getting a couple of vines to bring them together for doors and other things. 😩👌"
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Rolf, Tagus\nApothecarian House, Iron Gate\nRoderick, Hausel, Maverick\nThe Heart of Iron Gate\n\nTagus was dressed mildly, with few clothes to cover his body, sleeves rolled up his forearms to his elbow. He had one finger less and no real mind to be thinking about the horrors of last night. His chest beat fastest back then, when the savages were pouncing and groping on his friends. For few moments, pain felt eternal. He knew Josephine the most and had also been pushed by her father to be better. To be better for her. His friendship was an oddity of her doing, maybe both, who were destined to meet sometime. But Amaryllis was as brave as she was reckless, and she had been a beacon of inspiration growing from a brazier. With both, his mind was blinded, for the well being of the noble and the peasant.\n\nIt didn't strike the dark skinned knight a difference. He was clad in steel armor with a foreign coat of plates, his expressions lined stoic with a peering eye. He was always thinking of something or observing something. Rolf didn't get distracted, but his gaze was on the girl. His large mustache stuck out when he pursed his lips lips once and stretched them forward, like a kiss but not really. Just a stretch of the rosy lips forward. Tagus watched this. He knew Rolf for two years and was attentive of his mannerisms. Rolf listened to the man and gave him an answer plain.\n\n\"She's not our charge. She is part of our retinue. We are here to assist. Aren't we, Tagus?\" His voice was gravel, but not unpleasant. He believed the girl was Josephine's friend, despite Hausel's theory that she was a witch. Josephine, however, was at the top of the bed, surely behind it and not bending over it. It was a small wooden back to the top of the bedding, and it looked a bit old. Her weight would surely not help its stability, she thought.\n\n\"You're gonna make it, Ryllis. I know you will!\" She stammered about, tears running down her cheeks. There was a small puddle, tiniest one's seen, but growing rather fast. It was two once, but then she continued crying. After a while, her eyes, big and round greens, turned redder. \"Please, Camira... Help my friend...!\" She begged and prayed, like she did on a regular basis but with different kinds that maybe the goddess answered to. Was there really a thing such as divine intervention? Surely the tales were true. The disciples of Camira were a big soup of the pyramid, shaped stew in a bowl without borders. Of course, it was very hard for a proper physical place. Communion was taught best to come with peace and quiet, without the artificial noise of society. The natural sounds of woods and plains were made silent in that place, a thriving metropolis known as Iron Gate, circled by massive walls that outlined districts and other divisions of the citadel.\n\nRoderick was trying to get inside the throne room. Everyone was barred at the entrance to the main structure of the citadel, they were outside its walls, the innermost of Iron Gate, proud capital of Northwind. Roderick was accompanied by Hausel and Maverick. He left Howitzer at the inn, to make sure Josephine arrived safely. He was without his other men, plus the injured one. The Knight Commander told Josephine he sent them back to carry their companion to the first settlement in Taemar. They would return through presumably safer lands to Raunkastel.\n\n\"Tell me why we're spending coin from our pockets to help the peasant girl again.\"\n\n\"What? Do you want to laugh in my face again, Hausel? Didn't you understand the first time?\" Roderick was sharp in his tone, swift and strong.\n\n\"Huh? But you didn't say anyth-\"\n\n\"Take a good look at me.\"\n\nHis eyes had a strong piercing gaze outgrown with a stern face, bordering reactive. Hausel forgot his place, doubly his knowledge of the man standing before him. Roderick was cunning, but also touched by proper ideals, not twisted morals.\n\n\"I must have not paid attention, Knight Commander. I'm sorry.\" Hausel was being formal and subservient against his will. He'd lash a few insults at the man, but his eyes were actually ridden with guilt and fear. He walked himself into that situation, reminding him of the answer he got before. Maybe it was Roderick talking that made him lose focus. Hausel looked at the lips of people when they talked. He remembered to make eye contact sometimes, but more often than not, his eyes slumped to the lips of someone talking.\n\nThey tried to talk with the guard. Although the battle of pushing and breaking through a blob of people angry about the situation was hard, the knights prevailed and stopped in front of the armored guard.\n\n\"Greetings. Why can't we enter the citadel?\" Roderick asked, right hand on the left side of his chest, curled in a fist. It was a military salute.\n\n\"Our liege is not receiving petitions at the moment.\"\n\n\"We have urgent news.\" The knight retorted, peering at the guard with a see through cover, expressing worry in small wrinkles. The guard pursed his lips. \"Barbarians are moving north from the Grey Hills. They destroyed Midde-\"\n\n\"You know about Midde?!\" The guard was speechless, brows raised behind his full helmet. The rumors of the attack were only just spreading and a man with the bearings of a knight came before him. Surely, his liege would be interested. A knight is trustworthy, right? \n\n\"I've been there during the attack. None of the caravan has yet been here?\"\n\n\"Oh! Now that you mention it-\"\n\n\"No. I do not need to know. Just take me to your liege.\" He interrupted the guard, but not in a condescending tone. Roderick was in a rush and didn't want to talk much more with the guard. If news of the attack came before him, it was poorly handled by the man.\n\n\"Ryllis, you'll be alright!\"\n\nThe medicine man was doing his best to treat the woman and Josephine was between talking to Amaryllis and trying to give her strength, as if her presence alone could bear meaning to the festering wounds that rid her body."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mercurio Whylder\nUndisclosed location, Northwind\n\n\"You're not Morcaster.\" Was the man's first words across a mighty gap between the old, crumbling bridge. If one were to peer into the space where a massive chunk of stone used to be, they would see nothing but thick fog while hearing the rush of icy waters below.\n\nIt would be an efficient way to set up a burial.\n\n\"And you're not de Burgh.\" Mercurio spoke up over the rumbling current as Kharlyle pulled up beside him on his horse.\n\n\"Whoa, whoa... Easy girl, easy...\" The lord cooed to his steed while gently pulling at the rein, in which it had begun pawing at the snow-caked cobblestone. \"It's just some water. Don't have to jump into it.\" \n\nMercurio lifted his eyes up and regarded the man before him.\n\n\"You're Lord Rhoderick, I believe? Whose father has passed away under rather suspicious circumstances?\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone \n\n\"Alright, just kill the fuck\" Kharlyle turned his back to the man nonchalantly, stepping back down the cobblestones of the dilapidated bridge, he needed no hand signals for the men behind him to ready their crossbows."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Stand down.\" Mercurio loudly ordered the crossbowmen behind them. \"No one is firing any bolts. No one is going to have to die. Unless they have to.\"\n\nHe narrowed those last words to Kharlyle."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone \n\n\"Fine\" Kharlyle rolled his eyes and drew a great breath. \"I don't see why he should be breathing right now, the man is clearly not John\" *Though not sure I would have kept John alive either* He thought."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"What are you doing here? Where is de Burgh?\" Mercurio ignored his brother and turned to Rhoderick again."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Amaryllis' nightmare was a harrowing experience for her friends much like it was for her, for Tagus and Josephine were in no way ready for the feverish attack that the shepherdess went through in the healer's attempt to cure her. Could she be infected by something the wolfmen were carrying? Did they have poisonous weapons or were ridden with disease like the barbarians they were? The young noble suffered most with the words spilled from the healer, for they foreshadowed a fate for her friend she didn't want. To hell with the fever and the chance of it being passed onto her. While Tagus managed to hold the violent reaction of Amaryllis, Josephine sunk to her knees next to her friend and buried her face against the peasant's chest. Her tears rolled down her cheeks with eyes beet red, crystallized drops shimmering under the flicker of candlelight.\n\nWhen another girl came inside, Tagus frowned at the identical patterns on her skin. He looked down at Josephine, who clung to the only friend she made outside of the keep in Raunkastel. Amaryllis couldn't die! She just couldn't! Josie focused all of her strength in that one belief and let the tears run free like little streams forming rivers. The sour liquid glazed over the sweaty skin of the shepherdess. An ardent sensation on the chest was replaced by a cool breeze stemming from bitter tear to the pores. It was not absorption, but penetration. The skin of Amaryllis wrinkled hidden by the head and long hair of her friend and then stretched anew. Her fever was meant to run wild, but around it was an energy drawn by instinct and without cause or consequence out of conscience. Josephine placed a soft palm against Amaryllis' forehead and wept, the other on her shoulder. She climbed up to the bed and snuggled against her.\n\n\"I'm here, Amaryllis...! I won't leave your side! Please fight! Don't give up!\"\n\nHeartbroken over seeing his friends on awful states, Tagus pressured the healer. \"Is there nothing that can help us treat her and the other girl?! There must be some kind of rare herb or-\"\n\n\"Don't be so naive, Tagus.\" Rolf said with a gravel tone, calm and collected. \"The man has done what he can. Let him do the same for the other woman.\" He nodded at the peasants and gave the healer some space. Then the dark skinned man turned to the bedding where Amaryllis laid, accompanied by Josephine. They were all oblivious to the subtle change in the atmosphere, the source of the essence included. It was possible that the two feverish girls were driven through opposite endings, but the knights and peasants inside the healer's house prayed or hoped they both made it.\n\nTagus, the young knight, felt helpless. He couldn't support Josephine in these situations, because he lacked the ability, he thought, to be a pillar of strength for her. He was her guardian, her right hand in terms of protection, but could he really call himself her friend if he had no idea how to save her from sadness, tears, the wickedness and evil of the world of humans. The boy curled his lower lip. He couldn't cry now."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nFor over two weeks, Lord Albert Rhoderick had sought an audience with de Burgh to claim his rightful position on the council. But de Burgh was busy and had all but ignored him, pushing off the meeting and utterly failing to respond to Rhoderick's requests for an audience. It absolutely infuriated him! Yet he did not let it show, at least outwardly, and maintained that charming smile that he had perfected over the years. It was a smile he could hold even while stabbing someone in the back. Or while standing over his father's corpse. \n\nDespite his outward composure, inside he found himself pacing like a tiger trapped in a cage. Back and forth, back and forth... To de Burgh's office, to the council, to the court, back to his quarters... And then repeat the cycle again. Constantly fighting against the system to try to get an audience with the man. He was itching to do something and get something done, so when an informant placed a letter that had once been destined for de Burgh's desk in his hands, he had pounced on it. He had eyes and ears in place within the castle walls, so at least these past two weeks hadn't been completely futile. This little seed seemed to have been very fruitful, and he rewarded his informant with a few coins and a grin as he said, \"And there's more where that came from.\" \n\nThe night of the meeting, Rhoderick had made his way from Iron Gate to Fargone under the cover of fog and a setting sun. By the time he had reached the designated meeting place, darkness had settled around them, and with just the slightest sliver of moonlight in the sky to light the way, he could just barely make out the figures before him. He appeared calm before both of them, smiling coolly at them, despite their threats to kill him. He knew they wouldn't kill him. Not until they heard his offer.\n\n\"You would be correct,\" He replied. \"I am Lord Albert Rhoderick, though I prefer to be addressed as Rhoderick\" He glanced at Kharlyle, then added, \"You may take a shoot first and ask questions later approach in the wilds, but where I come from, I find that it's better to gather information first and foremost. I've found that people often have valuable information, even if they themselves are worthless.\" \n\nWith that, he turned to Mercurio once more and shifted a bit, his black cloak shifting gentle in the slight breeze that came across the crumbling bridge. \"De Burgh wouldn't have time to see you, even if he had received your letter. He has no time for anybody, as he's a tad bit... Busy, right now. Yet, I've found distraction to provide the greatest opportunities to others.\" He paused for a moment, then continued, \"I believe that we could be of value to each other, Mercurio. You have something I want, and once I achieve my ends, I will be able to give you things that de Burgh may have promised, but could never fulfill on. De Burgh is a dreamer, and dreamers seldom achieve anything. You need someone with their feet firmly planted on the ground. Someone with no lofty ideals. Someone that won't be wooed by their moral scruples.\" He smirked. \"If you know about my father, then you know I have none.\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nUndisclosed location: The Fargone \n\nKharlyle turned back around slowly during Rhoderick's speech, culminating into a look of subtle awe. He paused, staring directly at him. Kharlyle's mouth was held slightly agape. \n\n\"Merc, why have we not killed this bastard cuck yet?\" His disingenuous looks dissolved away near instantly. \"No I have never once heard of you, let alone your *Cuck* Father\" Kharlyle laughed at the amount of cuck he just threw at Rhoderick. \"You just admitted to intercepting our letter to one John De Bearg, our greatest trade partner in business history\" Kharlyle looked around at his vanguards, totally wide eyed. \"Merc was right for keeping you alive because even my sick fuckin twist of a mind can't come up with a punishment fittin' for ya\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mercurio Whylder\nUndisclosed location: The Fargone\n\n\"Please forgive my brother.\" Mercurio then got off of his horse and walked closer to the edge of the broken bridge. The sounds of the rushing water grew louder with each step that was accentuated by the crunches of boot-stepped snow.\n\n\"And as for your offer, what do you want from us? And what do you plan to give us?\"\n\nMore importantly, how could the Whylders trust him? From what he said, it sounded like he wanted to take de Burgh's position if he was promising to bestow upon him only what the busy man could."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: The Fargone\n\nRhoderick stood a tad bit taller as Mercurio approached him, tilting his head in such a way that the little bit of moonlight in the night struck his features and sharpened them into something that was almost ghoulish in nature. It made the young man appear gaunt, almost skeleton-like, as if he were some damned soul that couldn't be killed. \n\n\"I plan to \"Give\" You nothing,\" He replied. \"A trade, rather. You earn what you get, just as I earn what I get.\" He reached into his cloak, slowly, and produced a document, handing it over to Mercurio. \"My people have done a bit of, well, research on you. I believe that we could have a fruitful partnership. You see, I believe it is my right to take the throne. I understand Northwind better than anyone going for it right now. I understand its harshness and embrace its icy chill. I have tasted the milk of Northwind's riches, and I want more.\" He paused for a moment, glancing between the two men before him. \"You seem to be men that have also enjoyed its richness. If I win the throne, I'll protect your trade. Even help it flourish. In exchange, I ask for your support in my ascent.\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone\n\n\"You say that as if the other two wouldn't say the exact same thing\" Kharlyle looked past Rhoderick, his hands folded behind his back, both of his eyes half closed with disappointment. \"The only difference I see between you, John and Duke Darin the Kind is that one of you doesn't even have a fokin army\" He fell back a few steps, scratching his head and looking to the sky. \"But you're right about one thing boy, you shouldn't plan to give us anything... You *Can't* Give us anything\" Kharlyle looked back at Rhoderick with growing frustration \"I've ordered him killed twice now, kill his fucking horse\" He held his fist up next to his head signaling to the Crossbowmen to fire. \"I will not be told no\"."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The apothecary was suddenly swarming with patients, more people to care about than the healer could take care of. His was not the only establishment with the rising problem of infected people, refugees from a home lost to savages, put to the ground in ashen form by the whims of wild men after violent thrills. Rolf and Tagus kept to themselves and near Amaryllis' bed, but the explosion of emotions that awakened from a single man's grievance made them step forth and between the healer and the broken husband of a woman that was the first victim of the gangrenous wounds on her body. It was a miracle in the eyes of the healer that the shepherdess was still alive. He tried to explain that to the growing crowd of angry and desperate victims, for he treated all the best he could and in the same way.\n\nIt wasn't enough to keep the order. No one believed the healer. The strike of the grieving man was interrupted by the position of the dark skinned night, center of the interactions between the man trying to treat everyone he could and the families and friends of the rising tally of dead. Tagus followed Rolf, even if he was still injured and pain riddled his wounds and the rest of his body.\n\n\"We will not let you harm him just because you arrived late.\" Rolf claimed. \"We came here as soon as we arrived in Iron Gate. The few hours you all took to find a healer contrast to our efficiency barred your fallen from getting treatment on time.\" That was Rolf's belief. It was not the miracle nor the luck in Amaryllis' situation. It was them who searched for a qualified person to treat her before the rest. Whatever infection ran through her body, the time they didn't waste proved to be crucial for her survival. \"Know that if you plan to go through with the use of violence, we won't hesitate in bringing you down.\"\n\nAs logical as his argument sounded, Rolf's theory and his warning weren't welcomed in the ears of the grieving people of Midde. Instead, they barked demands at him at the healer and chaos was about to erupt in the apothecary."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The rumbles of the refugees grew louder and angrier, and the more of their numbers that fell, the more violent they became. It seemed as if the little apothecary would be torn apart with their stormy fury, which now rumbled like thunder and, if they weren't careful, would soon have the crack of lightning to go with it, should they begin to destroy the apothecary and the healer. \n\nTry as Rolf might, the crowd was so blinded by its anger that they all were beyond reason. Struck with the agony of loss, they were searching for explanations and someone to blame, and they found that in the healer and in Amaryllis. In fact, they seemed to grow even angrier when Rolf essentially said that it was their fault for not arriving at the healer sooner. \n\n\"Maybe that woman is a witch!\" Someone shouted from the back. \"Someone with magic! And we all know the rules against magic, don't we?\" The crowd bellowed its agreement. \"Then she's a witch! The healer is just helping out one of the witches that taught him some of his brews! Or she's posing! Yes, she's posing as one of us so that she can infect us further. It was she who brought the wolfmen upon us! And when that didn't kill us all, she brought this sickness upon us! We have to kill the witch! Kill the witch to save ourselves!\"\n\nIn an instant, the crowd had turned against Amaryllis as well, along with whoever dared to protect her. It probably didn't help that Hausel had frequently claimed during their journey with the caravan that Amaryllis was a witch. He said that that was the only possible explanation for her surviving her ordeal, alone, in the barn. That little seed planted in the survivors of Middle's minds now blossomed into an angry, prickly vine that sought to choke and kill Amaryllis and the healer. One man made a dive for her, holding a knife in hand. \n\nThrough it all, Josephine remained at Amaryllis' side, as she promised. And of course, Amaryllis was so deeply unconscious that it was impossible for her to know what was going on. If she had, she would have thanked her friend and been all the more touched. She owed Josephine and her knights twice over, and it was about to be thrice."
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"author": "potatogoblin",
"message": "Vidū Ka'elo\nThe edges of the Forest\n\nSitting about on a tree was none other than the lost and time species that is slowly finding herself near the edges of the forest. Vidu would be propped up on a thick branch of a tall tree, looking towards the open field in thought, until a piece of paper just flutters on by to smack her straight in the face. Well, it only blocked her vision and made things dark. Confused, she takes off her face to take a look at a blank sheet because she was looking at it backwards. \"Strange thing from the outside.\" She finally turns it over to see some words that she can't even read at all from lack of education. The only thing that caught her attention was the image. She simply rolls up the paper then slides it under the strap at her hip. It was about time she left the forests to do something worthwhile. 😩 👌"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Magic.\n\nWhy were humans so sensitive about the things they didn't want to understand? They embraced gods and old folklore to shy away from the intricacies of what was part of real, obtuse in their narrow thought on the aftermath of dread paling in comparison to the butchering their kind executed of the magical breeds and more. Hatred consumed them, even now in the little apothecary, for the essence denied to them from birth. Was jealousy what drove the masses to vilify the few? Was the condemnent of magics used for evil and turned public what roused their suspicions, the good in brilliance obfuscated by its own light?\n\n\"Knife!\" Shouted one of the feverish victims, so ill yet much more aware than those revolting against the healer and the girl. It was enough to for Rolf to step in, crossing paths with the knife wielder to throw a fierce and disciplined punch straight to the middle of the face of the attacker. Others tried to rush the ebony knight, but Tagus grabbed a bench and carried it in front of himself to ram the line of savages back.\n\n\"You fools! You act like the wolfmen that slaughtered your people! You're no better than rabid dogs!\" Rolf barked, eyes could very well be bloodshot with rage and not the lack of sleep. He ran up to Tagus and helped press the bench forward, driving the chaotic and unruly mass back from the healer and Amaryllis. In the meantime, Josephine was up and standing beside her friend, hand holding the shepherdess' as she read the situation. The young girl remained silent, looking for any that would try to move around the bench. Yet, Rolf and Tagus were cautious, shifting in unison. They had their fair share of being together to know how to work with each other. As a man of darker color, there was some prejudice held towards Rolf from his kin, not only because of race but because his House hailed from Amoroth. Still, Tagus saw beyond those worldly matters, like Josephine did. They were a team!\n\n\"Cease your futile attack! The Knights of Clovis Merovingian won't bow before your barbaric cowardice!\"\n\nTagus nodded at Rolf's words and grit his teeth in the exertion of strength. The battle continued, but it was more a game of push and pull at that point."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Even as temper's flared and things were heating up in the apothecary, the fever that had been raging in Amaryllis' body was lowering. She was still covered with the flaming red boils and some of them had burst, but there was now a faint red hue to her cheeks. Compared to the other victims, she looked exponentially better, and the people of Middle simply couldn't understand it. They were so blinded by their grief and hate that they were beyond reason. \n\nThe people of Middle pushed back against Tagus and Rolf, and the fact of the matter was that the two knights were outnumbered. \"Hand them over to us!\" The leader of the group shouted. \"You have no domain here! You have no right to order us around!\"\n\nAnother shouted in agreement, screaming, \"Give us the witch and the healer! Hand them over, and we'll spare your lives!\" Shattering glass filled the room, and meanwhile, the patients suffered. They were no neglected and forgotten as the crowd surged forward, intent on slaughtering those they viewed as the culprits."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The flock of crazed sheep was high off dark emotions that clutched tightly to their hearts and made them blind to all reason but their whims and basic instincts. Flared up by suspicion and the death of their loved ones, they could do little else but use their small and narrow minds to guide their bestial actions. The apothecary, which was supposed to be a place of practicing medicine and treating the wounded, was marked by blood and death. Twisted, humans were, and twisted they would continue. Josephine couldn't stand such injury to her friend and the wizened man that did his best to take care of everyone. She found her chest swelling with anger, then released it all in a high pitched scream that made spines shiver.\n\n\"ENOUGH!!!\"\n\nThere was a short fuse of silence that made glass and dust settle in the ruined establishment. While people were dying, their families and friends tried to pin the blame instead of being there for them. That was beyond immoral for the young noble hoping for the well-being of everyone afflicted by the wolfman infection. She was disappointed, she was ashamed by them and their attitude. How could they say they cared for their loved ones?\n\nThe knights and the young girl didn't know what reaction was going to follow such a powerful roar, but Rolf and Tagus were surprised. Rolf more so than the boy, not because it was unexpected, but because Josephine clearly had Merovingian blood running through her veins. That was a cry as mighty as the warcry of the Maneater himself, the first great Clovis of the Merovingian House. There was more to it than anyone could actually perceive, but such was the limited perspective of the ignorant. The moments of hearing pain were followed by confusion. If they wanted to keep fighting after that, Rolf already had a violent reaction in his hand, the last resort to terminate the small riot."
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"author": "potatogoblin",
"message": "Vidū Ka'elo\nNorthwind duh\n\nThe Serenus traveled alone, following a path that she's never really been on before due to staying in the forests for almost like an eternity since the day she was born. She carried with her nothing but the clothing she wore, that sheet of paper she had between a strap and her hip, and a sharpened stick that she used for hunting. Looking over her shoulder as she seem to have already created a big distance from her home, she started feeling a little sick and wanted to turn back. Too bad, she was already out. 😩👌"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "The room seemed to freeze for a moment, time standing still as the people of Middle gawked at Josephine and her knights. It seemed as if the world had suddenly come to a halt, but in that silence, one of the victims managed to rasp, \"He's helping... The poultice... It makes things more comfortable... It really does work...\" This, along with Josephine's cry, seemed to snap the mob out of it. If one of the victims said that the healer's work helped, then they should be heeded. Slowly, the mob laid down the weapons they had acquired and backed away, returning to their loved ones and allowing the healer to get back to work.\n\nThe poor man was shaken and struggled, but he had patients to care for. Even if the patients' family members had turned against him and been bent on killing him, his patients still deserved care and support. So he got to work, spreading the poultice on their wounds and bathing them in cold water to bring their fevers down. \n\nThe last man to leave the face-off with Rolf and Tagus, the leader of the horde, glared at them and the sleeping Amaryllis. \"If she lives, and none of these people do, I will have her brought before a council and have her tried as a witch.\" With that, he stormed off into the crowd."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "It was no use to resort to violence for the sake of violence. The mob wouldn't get anywhere and their grieving would only hit them worse after the fact, granted blood or not. Burnings and executions were fleeting moments of hatred induced happiness. They were there to give the people a person to blame, to rewrite their views and twist their morals on what was wrong or right. It didn't surprise the knights or Josephine that the man that incited the riot at first said he would condemn Amaryllis if she was the only survivor. He may have disappeared into the crowd, but that did not leave either of the people watching over Amaryllis pleased.\n\nRolf grabbed Tagus' healthy shoulder and pulled the boy towards him. \"If no one else makes it, they will come down on us without regard for their own lives.\" He whispered darkly.\n\n\"What should we do, Rolf?\" The boy asked him, eyes gleaming with worry.\n\n\"If Amaryllis were to die, we wouldn't have a problem.\"\n\n\"We can't do that!\" The boy said with a frown of disapproval.\n\n\"We are not going to kill her, you fool. We are going to pretend she died. Now keep your voice down.\"\n\n\"But...\" The boy said aloud, then lowered his voice. \"How are we going to do that?\"\n\nRolf's plan involved Josephine and her unwavering loyalty for her friends. If she could just act the loss of her friend in a way that looked genuine, the crowd wouldn't suspect anything. The healer was in on it for the sake of his own hide. He wanted other victims to pull through, but in case he failed, they'd kill him. No, they had to use something as low as fakeness to reassure the people. How kindred.\n\nThe actors got on stage and proceeded to act. The healer said that Amaryllis' condition was getting worse and Josephine wept over her. Tears were hard to push out of her eyes, but they pronounced themselves, crystallizing liquid sour. Rolf and Tagus had saddened frowns each as they stood on either side of the noble, who hit the bed the shepherdess laid on, bodies blocking the view of the crowd curious about the development. They feared for the other victims, for, with it notice, Amaryllis was a beacon of hope for those that weren't exactly improving. The healer was quick to cover Amaryllis with a blanket and Rolf shook his head. He turned his attention to the people behind them and shot a fearsome glare. Then he turned back to Amaryllis and, along with Tagus, raised her body. Hopefully she wouldn't wake up now. Her condition was better and the healer managed to provide a bit of the poultice for them to continue the treatment after leaving. A sort of small procession took place as they tried to leave the apothecary. With any luck, they would be out in the streets and taking hurried steps towards the rented inn."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Mercurio Whylder\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\n\"You *Will* Be told no, Kharlyle.\" Mercurio tightened his voice and turned his head to the side to give his younger brother a side eye. He knew he would not be scared of him as Kharlyle had seen other monstrosities, often ones he orchestrated himself. But one thing they learned over time was that if the older brother raised his voice, it would be because someone had interrupted his train of thought.\n\nAnd that he had a plan.\n\nMercurio turned his head back and smiled at Albert as he took the document into his hand. \"Please, forgive my brother. How could he have forgotten about your mode of transport?\"\n\n\"Anyways. On to business.\" He took a step towards Albert and guided him a little closer to the edge of the bridge's gap. The sound of rushing water beneath grew louder with each step as they approached. No soul outside a short radius would be able to overhead them.\n\n\"Like with any other business associate, both potential or long-standing, I must determine whether if such an... Investment on my part will be fruitful. How is it your right to claim the throne?\" He asked as he rolled the piece of paper open, reading its contents."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nIron Gate, Northwind\n\nDarkness enveloped her in its warm embrace, and for now, Amaryllis slept peacefully. Well, it was a bit deeper than sleep. More like a state of unconsciousness, but it was better than the nightmares and the screaming. She was vaguely aware as she was lifted up, though it entered into her dreams, rather than being a true awareness of what was going on.\n\nAs she was lifted upwards, her dream interpreted it as her being lifted and taking flight. She saw Rolf and Tagus, along with Josephine, and dozens of people filling the apothecary. People grieving their dead loved ones; people pleading with their loved ones to hold on for a bit longer; and people caring for their loved ones. Whatever disease had struck the people of Middle, it had struck hard. A moment later, she was flying out of Iron Gate up towards the hills, flying over the landscape she knew so well, following the path she took each spring and fall when entering and leaving Iron Gate with her flocks. \nSuddenly, she saw the wolfmen far below her, howling up and reaching towards her, like jaws snapping, ready to devour her. To her horror, she was placed down right in the middle of them and they advanced on her. Just as they were about to pounce, she threw her hands up to shield herself, cringing and waiting for the blows. And yet... They didn't come.\n\nWhen she opened her eyes, the wolfmen were still standing around her, glaring and snarling, but they weren't attacking. Instead, they looked rather nervous and kept a large radius around her. Clutched in her hand was a small bouquet of bright yellow-orange flowers with brown specks on decorating the petals. It was a flower she recognized well! But... Why was she holding them. She paused for a moment, then advanced towards the wolfmen, holding the flowers out towards them. They snarled and retreated from her. Odd... What did it mean? Why were they afraid of this flower? It didn't make any sense... Yet she took it to her advantage and advanced through them, travelling to the top of the mountain and into a bright light, back into darkness. \n\nMeanwhile, because of her silence and the incredible acting of her friends, the people of Middle believed that she had died. They felt no sorrow over her death, for she had lived longer than most of their family members. If she had been a witch, she was dead, and that was for the better. The group was able to successfully escape from the apothecary and into the streets, back to the inn and its safety.\n\nLord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nAlthough Rhoderick didn't show it, he was relieved when Mercurio stopped Kharlyle. Of course, he hadn't cared whether his mount lived or died, for there was no one and nothing that Rhoderick really cared for. He was more concerned about the inconvenience of it all. \n\nHe followed Mercurio to the end of the bridge, the water rushing beneath them. It was a chilly evening and the fog was so thick that he could barely make out the water and rocks below. He was already calculating a bit. Both of them stood at the edge, and either of them could go over it. Or they could both walk away together, unscathed and partners. \n\nRhoderick clenched his jaw for a moment, then replied, \"If you speak of pedigree, my family has been a member of nobility for almost as long as the kingdom has existed. But I speak of more than blood. I have plans for Northwind to flourish as never before, and men like us will benefit greatly from it. I'm not hindered by lofty ideals and morals like the others. I will claim the throne with or without you, as is my right. I don't take no for an answer.\" He glanced back at Kharlyle, then continued, \"He's correct. I don't have an army. Not yet, but I have the funds to arm men and pay them handsomely. And I'm closer to the source than any other.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Howitzer, Josephine, Rolf, Tagus\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nIt was not short of amazing what they just pulled. Amazing and cruel. It was not short of cruel for lying to those people, shirking from the virtuous path for deceit. It was not short of cruel for using their unconscious friend. It was all white washed in murky waters of honor.\n\nThe group of souls weathered by recent trials arrived at the warm inn that looked much more welcoming with a tower of a man acting as entry guard. Howitzer was alone all that time and found himself standing on the streets of Iron Gate. He knew all the faces of the guests, if for only some time some. It wasn't a very crowded building, which one could thank the high rates to rent vacant room. It wasn't a simple tavern added a few beddings in the upper floor. They were, after all, in the Inner Circles of the city. The inn was distanced from the apothecary a ways, with stares from people that had nothing better to do. There were some questions by curious guards, but then there were no more refugees around there. The Iron Gates were more prosperous nearing the heart of it.\n\nHowitzer was glad to see the other knights and Josephine. He wasn't very complicated, not about things. The tall man didn't like many things, instead focused on the value of things. He started to use things for what they meant to him and why. There were things Howitzer never talked about, often leading to weird silences at the occasional little feast they had, offered by the kitchen staff, of course. But that was back at Raunkastel. In the summer of Northwind, in the roads of cobble and surrounded by buildings of crude and fancy in polished stones, Howitzer didn't have the comfort. At least he knew his enemies back at Raunkastel.\n\n\"Open the door for us, How.\" Rolf said.\n\nThe large man opened the door with a pull of his long arm and stepped beside the opening door to give them full clearance. It was not that one was needed, but the action gives the pair carrying Amaryllis the perfect space of fit in door to walk past in a rush and up the flight of stairs to one of the rooms they rented with the coin from their original supplies. Roderick was a cunning man.\n\nThe Knight Commander kept financial matters between himself and Josephine, mostly. There was some coin he deviated, usually on information for the better of their cause. It wasn't much use if not large sums back at the Heart and he didn't want to take chances with snobby guards from the inner circle. Contrast to the more straight and seasoned veterans of the outer circles, the guards were more arrogant and prone to abuse their made up authority. Information rates were through the roof, let alone an audience with John de Burgh.\n\nTagus and Rolf laid Amaryllis in Josephine's room. It was standard that there would be three people in that room. Amaryllis was sleeping, or more, when they lay her dormant body on the large bed. The frame was crafted oaken and was quite comfortable. Tagus sighed deeply and slumped his shoulders. Rolf smacked the nape of his neck with a good sound.\n\n\"It's not over yet, fool! You're applying the poultice. I'll go check on Howitzer.\" He said and turned To Josephine, who had followed them in tow. \"Excuse me, milady.\" There was a strong contrast in manner, from casual to formal. Tagus was used to those drops, and they weren't really all that hard. They made more noise with slightly cupped palms than hurt. If there was any. The man went off and left the group of friends on their own. Josephine scraped a smile before sitting next to Amaryllis, hand on the bed, face high above, hovering over her friend's, watching. Tagus remembered what the doctor ordered and went to work, grabby hands onto the poultice in preparation for his hopefully smooth ministrations. Thus, he began to do what the healer did."
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"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford, Josephine, Tagus\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nSafely nestled into the Gallant Pheasant, all was still and peaceful. The people of Middle couldn't afford such a luxurious place to stay, so there was no fear that anyone would recognize Amaryllis and attempt to attack her. Had Amaryllis been awake, she would have been thrilled with her accommodations, as she had never stayed in such a luxurious inn. It was a rather lovely place, and it was a good place for her to stay as she healed and fought her affliction.\n\nShe slept peacefully, once more enveloped in darkness, and was unaware as Tagus applied the poultice to the angry red wounds that dotted her body. Everywhere that wasn't covered in one of those blood-red boils was pale and soft, still hot to the touch from the lingering fever, but no longer as incredibly high as it once had been. The poultice did help though, soothing her wounds and preventing the boils from bursting, for the most part. In the case of those that had already burst, it placed a protective coating over them and kept them from bleeding, which also helped. But the others in the apothecary had received the same treatment, and many of them had already passed, despite arriving after she had. Or perhaps because of their late arrival. Was what Rolf had said true? Had the fact that they had sought help after Amaryllis had been the difference in their survival? Or was there some other reason that the young shepherdess had held on for so long? She had, after all, survived the plague that had taken her family, and here she was, surviving yet another malady... It was easy enough to believe she was a witch, though she was no such thing! It was impossible to tell, ,really, as to why she had not succumbed to whatever disease it was that racked her body. One thing was certain, however: the disease stemmed from the wolfmen. Anyone that had been cut by them during the attack, now was afflicted with the disease.\n\nAmaryllis laid quietly as Tagus applied the poultice, just as the healer had instructed. The poor girl would have been mortified, if she had been conscious and if she had known that the young knight was tending to her wounds! Namely because he had to apply it all over her feverish body... The poultice needed to be applied every few hours, as the healer had instructed, and her friends and companions saw to it that this was done. \n\nFinally, hours later, Amaryllis' eyes fluttered open. She laid there staring at the ceiling for a few moments, flat on her back as her exhausted mind attempted to catch up and determine where she was. She genuinely had no clue, as she had no memory of anything from the moment she had collapsed in the middle of the caravan on the way from Middle, when Tagus had rescued her from being trampled to death. Her body was stiff and sore, making it difficult to move, so instead of tilting her head, she simply shifted her eyes and attempted to get a better view of her surroundings. There! Tagus sat at the end of her bed, and Josephine was right beside her, holding onto her hand. Amaryllis smiled at that and gave her friend's hand a gentle squeeze before rasping, \"Water...\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nTrue to his inexperience, Tagus was hesitant in the application of the poultice, but words of encouragement by his friend and charge Josephine gave him the confidence and some tact to not shy away from tending to Amaryllis and touching her body with determination, fingers smeared in the remedy that would keep the shepherdess' body cool and keep it clean and safe from further infection. Josephine squeezed the hand of her friend and rubbed the back of it with her thumb, fingertip gyrating on the center of hand bone. The room was sculpted with ornate pillars and flowers, tulips and roses in long vases of white ceramic laid on tables and cupboards leaning against beige walls. The ceiling was decorated with intricate mosaics and patterns of braided stone. There was a fireplace opposite to the bed where Amaryllis stood, unlit and ground ashen marked and singed black from use after use.\n\nWhen the shepherdess woke up, she was greeted by Josephine's gasp of relief mixed with excitement. It was a sharp intake of air followed by a tighter squeeze of the hand the rustling of long wavy hairline from the forehead up the scalp. The noble lady turned to Tagus in a quick glance. \"Bring water, Tagus.\" She said, to which the young boy replied with a nod and a push out of the edge of the bed to the door. He left only momentarily for his legs were in a rush, thumps of feet striking wood resonating through the walls as he descended the flight of stairs to the bar. The bartender gave the knight a tankard. The water was fresh and revitalizing, something only Amaryllis would know when Tagus returned to serve her some to drink. He pressed the edge of the cup against her lower lip and gently craned it over for her to take a small sip. After a pause, he'd give her more until she was sated. Tagus was careful not to crane it too deep and make her choke on the excess of water flooding her mouth.\n\n\"I'm so glad you're alright.\" Josephine said with a deep emotional tone stuck to her voice. She kissed the feverish hot forehead of her friend with a single sour drop rolling down her cheek to the line of her jaw. It fell flat on Amaryllis' nose. The very tip. \"Do you need anything else? Anything at all?\"\n\nMeanwhile, Tagus had laid the tankard on the cupboard next to the bed, opposite to where Josephine sat. He took a few steps back and walked to the center of the room, a bit lost in his thoughts. His eyes, clear browns from the summer ride, were focused on the place his small finger was once at. He remembered he was treated first, with the help of Roderick. Perhaps if everyone had been looked after immediately, they wouldn't end up in the baddest situation."
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"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford, Tagus, and Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis was eager to take the drink offered to her, tilting her head up as much as she could, though she ended up depending on Tagus for much of her movement. She was simply too weak to sit up much on her own. By all the gods, she was so grateful for Tagus and Josephine. Actually, she was grateful for all the knights, in a way, for she would have been dead a couple of times over, if it weren't for them. \n\nThe cool water soothed her parched throat and chapped lips, gliding down her throat and making her tongue feel a little bit less like a glob of wool in her mouth. It was amazing what a little bit of water could do. She was so thrilled by the soothing water that she ended up drinking quite a lot, taking sip after sip for just about as long as Tagus would hold the cup to her lips. When she was finally through, she nodded a little and sank back into the pillows once more, welcoming their comforting embrace.\n\n\"Thank you,\" She whispered in a tired voice to Tagus. She didn't sound quite so raspy, now that she had had a drink, but her sickness and tiredness carried in her voice. She gave the young man a small smile, then turned her attention to Josephine once more as she spoke. It was comforting to have people that worried about her so much. For the first time since the death of her family, Amaryllis felt as if she really had people that cared about her again. People that were starting to be like a new family to her.\n\nShe shook her head slightly at Josephine's offer and closed her eyes as she murmured, \"No... Thank you...\" She was quiet for a few moments as she pondered her dream. Should she say anything about it? It seemed to have been more like a vision than a dream, though she knew of course that she had never had a vision before. It was just the effects of the raging fever, but... What if it did carry some merit? What if her fevered dream could save someone else? Surely, this illness had afflicted others!\n\nFinally she murmured, \"Are... Are there others?\""
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"message": "Mercurio Whylder\nUndisclosed location, Fargone\n\nMercurio didn't need to read the entire thing; it was the letter he had sent out to John de Burgh. Even the hardened streak of red wax was at the bottom of the paper, the family crest of the Whylder Mountains permanently engraved onto its crimson surface.\n\n\"So your right is not only by how long your bloodline has lived, but also because you say that you know Northwind by heart.\" He summarized, tucking the parchment into the folds of his clothes. He then paused for a minute before extending his hand out and tossing a brief flash of yellow. The paper then swirled around in the air before descending into the icy currents below, immediately turning into illegible mush and finding a watery grave. No more traces.\n\n\"While I do not argue against it, and I also agree that a harsh place like Northwind should be ruled with a tight hand on the reins, public appearance is also important, you know. Should the surrounding nations suspect - by all respects and in theory - a tyrant ruler, your reputation will be in the dirt and the Whylders may see no trade coming in or out as a war tactic.\"\n\n\"This can be avoided, however, if you appoint someone capable of representing you in the higher courts.\" Mercurio smiled, his words quite reasonable. \"A spokesperson. An ambassador. As well as a messenger; a little carrier pigeon.\"\n\n\"So here is my proposal to mark our fruitful partnership: in exchange for some of our men, our best equipment we can muster from the fur and metal trade, some extra funding should you need it and political protection, you will give me a place in the higher courts as well as physical protection to the Whylders. How does that sound?\""
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"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone\n\nRhoderick watched as the paper drifted downwards, lazily going back and forth before disappearing into the mist and fog. *Good*, he thought to himself *It's gone.* He would have destroyed the letter following their meeting anyway, for if he was caught with a letter addressed to De Burgh on his person, it was unlikely he could talk his way out of it. The letter was mainly just to prove that he had contacts in Iron Gate and had power, even if he was working things from behind the scenes. A puppet master needed to be out of view of the audience for them to believe the story. \n\nHe listened to Mercurio's offer, and he found that he had no issues with it. He couldn't argue with such an offer! With it, both parties got exactly what they wanted. Rhoderick would get men, supplies, and funding, if needed. Mercurio would rise to a position of greater power. Granted, Rhoderick was also pleased with having a Whylder in his court as an ambassador-it was just one more person loyal to him in his future court. \n\nThe young man smiled and held out his hand, \"I'd be a fool to turn you down. It's a deal I'll gladly take.\""
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"message": "The room went silent for a little bit after her question. Josephine almost gave in the stoic composure and worried expression on her face. She wanted to tell Amaryllis, but the words didn't come out right in her head the first couple of times. The girl's large greens stirred in the rousal of the right path.\n\n\"Midde's people are suffering from the same wounds on their bodies, Ryllis... It's a miracle you are awake. Others—they've fallen. Some still live. The healer was a kind man, never giving a patient too much time. He had all the the others to think about! And Rolf helped us get out of there. Well. You see...\" Her words faltered then. Josephine gulped the dry hanging of her mouth and did it again for good measure. She sighed deeply with a face ridden in guilt and shame. \"We... Left because the people started to say you were a witch and... Things got out of hand and then... Then we faked your death.\"\n\nTagus snickered an abrupt snicker and held in a shameful smile. It was pretty funny to him. Why? They acted she was dead, Rolf at the helm, speaking of knighthood and rekindle the knowledge she was not just a charge or some slave. Their petty arguments turned moot. But now their ruse was exposed, at least to the main player on stage. Tagus faced the girls, his friends, and swallowed bitterness shame, composed. He had a small smile faded to plain face and bright brown brows arched as he envisioned the sadness of the people at the apothecary and in other places. There were rumors of an epidemic, but then the ruling faction came to conclusions. In some places, the dying died faster. In others, there were devoted and experienced healers like the old man back at the original apothecary.\n\n\"We didn't want them to attack us while we left.\" Tagus said. \"Well, Rolf didn't. Damn me following stupid ideas.\" He chuckled nervously, hand behind his head, scratching it. \"I'm sorry we *Used* You, Ryllis. I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I should've noticed you were stricken with something, or not let you go to the barn. Or just said something from the beginning!\" He caught himself rambling when he was over and slumped his shoulders in defeat. Tagus was a wreck changing at the end of his teens. He looked down and shook his head slowly. Habits grew in him in his years as a squire then knight. He was the underdog at the academy because Hausel was a scoundrel. He was an utter arrogant prick with no feelings for the peasant, barred hatred and condescending demeanor. The trials went on and Tagus endured, to end up as the Hand of Josephine. She studied the boy turning young man and helped him, or tried to, always ahead of his mind, like paper flow planes. Marin called them the Cocker Knocker. It was a sheet of paper, shaped avian edge with sharp beak and two straight edges down, opening to the corners of the sheet's form. The device was important at hand hold, folded twice and printed in itself. Then they throw it to hit someone's head. Cocker Knocker.\n\nShe did succeed in some points, but there were more things to redo and discover. Tagus wasn't very talkative of himself at a deeper level, and to be open, sort of, like that with Amaryllis was nice to see.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Ryllis.\" Josephine said. Her eyes always locked onto her friend's since before, apart from when Tagus spoke. She was attentive to her expressions and her eyes, her gaze, and her condition as well.\n\n\"You should rest, and ask us if you need anything. Don't push yourself and recover.\"\n\nTagus nodded.\n\nAt the ground floor, Rolf and Howitzer talked about the events of the day. Howitzer laughed as the ebony man told him of faking Amaryllis' death. \"So, these wounds are caused by the wolfmen. I suppose they have to go through armor to mess with us.\" He said with a confident smile.\n\n\"They don't care about us, How. But they don't get scared easy anymore.\"\n\n\"I felt that too in Midde. They're frightened by something else already.\"\n\n\"I think so too.\"\n\nThe two watched each other in silence for a few moments. Contemplating. Then they grimaced, one at his own way, contrast of black and white.\n\n\"Do you think Roderick already had that thought?\" Howitzer asked.\n\n\"You always ask that.\"\n\n\"And you always answer the same way.\" Howitzer smirked.\n\nBored, Rolf sighed. \"And it will never change, unless Roderick turns very old and senile. Honestly,-\"\n\n\"We hope he does.\" Howitzer chuckled.\n\n\"Very funny.\" Rolf smirked, shaking his head at his friend. \"Stop asking me that. It's bad enough there are rumors about him reading minds back at the castle.\"\n\n\"It must be hard to lie to a knight commander.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford, Tagus, and Josephine\nThe Grand Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nThe surprise on Amaryllis' face was quite evident as Josephine informed her that the others had accused her of being a witch and that others had fallen ill. It seemed that she somehow always managed to surmount the illnesses that afflicted her and others around her, though she didn't understand why... She was incredibly lucky. Or incredibly unlucky, for it seemed that she frequently lost those that she cared about, only to survive herself. She looked up at Tagus and gave him a soft smile of thanks, and gave one to Josephine as well before leaning back into the pillows and closing her eyes.\n\nShe was silent for a time. Long enough, in fact, that it seemed as if she had fallen asleep. Really, however, she was just thinking about her situation and all that had happened, as well as the dream that she had had. After quite some time, she murmured, \"I don't know why so many believe me to be a witch... I suppose some people will believe whatever, especially of a woman my age that's unmarried and unbeholden.\" She was silent for a few moments more, then glanced at her friends. \"Promise me you won't believe the same?\" When her friends nodded, she bit her lip hard and then continued, \"I had a dream... I wouldn't call it a vision... But I had a dream of a flower that grows in these mountains which the wolfmen were afraid of. I don't... I don't know what it means. I feel like... I feel like it means that this flower can be used against the disease, to heal those that have fallen ill from the wounds inflicted by the wolfmen. I... I could be wrong...\""
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"message": "The true notion of power has never eluded the mind of John De Burgh. In culmination of his thought processes , he has taken his military organization to writing whilst deep in contemplation in his study. The leader of the rebellion in the south has been captured, and is awaiting his fate. In the mean time, John puts his official military structure and purpose into writing.\n\nNorthwind's Army and Organization \nIntroduction.\n A new era has dawned upon the state of Northwind. An era of change, humanism, and political reunification. To understand the role of the military in the new order, this document will be authored. Its chief purpose is to clarify the role of the military in the management of Northwind, and how the military is to be organized under the rule of the new administration. \n The nation's military is entirely paramount to national identity. People will be more inclined to serve a state if that state serves the people. The military is the utter pinnacle of servitude to the people. As I come to rule the land of Northwind, it has become increasingly apparent to me that I must center a large amount of focus on maintaining Northwind hegemony and preserving affluence and national identity, and the new state of Northwind will conjoin military with politics to ensure that the new state is run efficiently with great efficiency and discipline.\n While I maintain a strong belief in the individual's right to be self ruling, that does not qualify as an equivocate to have a self regulating military. Once you swear an oath to the people of Northwind, you sacrifice your autonomy and become a cog in the inner machinations of the state, and you simultaneously become part of the law that binds all of the people who call Northwind home.\n\nNaturally, there is no need today to labour on scientific approaches on offensive doctrine. Any modern, versatile force will be able to conform to their opponents and their surroundings to be successful. Therefore, I need not illustrate the doctrines of offense and defense, and I only need illustrate the doctrine of versatility in unpredictable situations. However, this is not to say that war does not follow a scientific nature. I would argue contrary to the opinion that science and war are natural juxtapositions. Investigating the essence of the phenomena of war becomes a task rooted in contradiction and assumption, and I will write to the best of my ability to ensure the clarity of organization and of battle is natural and synchronized.\n To illustrate my point, I will place it simply. It would be foolish to assume the shape of an ear of wheat simply by analyzing the elements of the kernel that it grows from. That analogy holds even more true in warfare and in the structure of a military. Simply because you instill values of discipline and organization doesn't ensure that any situation that the military encounters will suit the way that they train. That is why I prioritize versatility over staunch military conservatism.\n Analyzing war, it is perhaps not impossible to perfectly illustrate it in its most purest form. To write a systematic theory of warfare would require one to possess such genius that they can effectively consider every aspect of battle in any situation. In the following pages of this document I will first clarify the ideal organization of the military unit so that it may be broken apart and put back together in pieces that are both practical and effective.\n\nThe Knightly Order's Organization.\n The success of a military operation is decided almost entirely on which of the belligerents maintains superior discipline and organization according to their environment. Previously, I stated that I would design the military to be versatile and built into practical pieces that can be taken apart and put back together while still maintaining superior organization. This will be done by maintaining a pyramid of hierarchy that dually conjoins with a pyramid of organization to conform to a sense of leadership that will exist on every level of the military from the smallest military unit to the largest. \nTo start from the very bottom, there shall be two distinct types of soldiers; knights and auxiliaries, who will perform marginally different tasks from each other. Knights, who have sworn fealty to the state, are all citizens of Northwind, whilst Auxiliaries are not, and are primarily refugees or prisoners of war. Regardless of who auxiliaries are, all of them are trained specifically to adopt certain specialties that ordinary knights are not accustomed to. These include horsemanship, archery, and more utility based roles. A auxiliary who valiantly serves in the army for twenty years will receive a grant of land, and full citizenship for himself, his wife and children, and his posterity.\nKnights and Auxiliaries also have distinct organization that separates them on the battlefield. In order to easily understand them and how they are mutually compatible and pragmatic, I will first illustrate the structure of military units for the Knight order.\n\nThe squad~ The smallest and most maneuverable military unit that is commonly seen in most, if not all, military organizations spanning Marin. The squad consists of three knights whom all fall under the command of a single Knight-Sergeant, who is responsible for the management and well being of those under him. Squads, due to their small size, are easily maneuverable and may be given special assignments or duties if they show proficiency in a specific expertise, such as reconnaissance.\n\n The Troop~ Composed of two squads, the troop consists of eight men in total who fall under the command of a Paladin, who is usually a knight with at least two years of experience that has distinguished themselves in leadership. Troops share living quarters, and are typically the smallest unit size that will be actively deployed. Like the squad, they are extremely maneuverable and simple to manage. The troop is the staple of Northwind's military organization, as it is composed of those who the individual knight will pursue the closest bonds with. The newest soldiers in the troop are situated with fatigues, and are given menial labour jobs that require them to demonstrate their ability to work under pressure until they can secure a specialty, like cooking, surveying, trumpeting, masonry, or hunting.\n\n The Battery~ Composed of ten troops and totalling roughly eighty men, the battery is Northwind's company sized military unit. The battery is the level of organization in which most drills and trainings are conducted. In a larger division, batteries are used primarily to garrison a specific location or to keep watch of an individual point of interest. The battery will most likely be the most often used military unit in times of peace, due to their fair balance of maneuverability and manpower. Batteries all have a distinctive signal flag bearer, commander of the watch, executive officer (Knight-Lieutenant) and battery commander (Knight-Captain) who leads them.\n\nThe Priory~ Priories consist of six batteries for a total of four hundred and eighty men, excluding each individual battery's commanders. The priory is the most commonly used military unit in individual, smaller scaled battle and skirmishes in which a small yet efficient fighting force is enough to see a task completed. When in a battle, units will be built primarily in this unit and will be given orders on the priory level. In times of peace, priorities are often assigned to separate provinces in order to maintain organization and respond quickly to military threat. The priory is headed by a single Prior, who oversees all of those beneath him.\n\n The Division~ The classical division, the staple of large scale warfare, consists of ten Priories, totalling around six thousand men. The priories within the division are individually numbered one through ten, with the first cohort being larger than the typical cohort, containing eight hundred men, with each individual battery commander holding higher status than the others in batteries contained in other cohorts, with the most senior of all of them holding the rank of Knight Commander, who is not only in command of the first priory, but is also in charge of the day to day runnings of the division. The division is run by a multitude of staff officers who fall under the command of the Marshall, who is in charge of the overall command of the single division. Divisions are the largest and most vital proponent to strategy on the grand scale, and their commanders are among the most esteemed in all of Marin.\n\n Cavalry Units~ Outside of the typical unit of soldiers are cavalry units, which contain around one hundred and twenty riders. These cavalry units can be specifically designated to any military division, and can some instances be sent to perform duties alone. Horses are bred specifically for versatility in the battlefield, and are occupied by riders that are trained the very day they enlist into the Knightly order.\n\nThe Auxiliary Corps Organization.\n Auxiliaries are the staples that bind the Northwind Army together. Without them, the Knightly Order can not function at its most optimal efficiency. Auxiliaries are to be thought of two ways: chiefly the reserve forces of the army, being plugged into the places of knights if need be, and secondly being the support of the entire army. Logistics batteries, reconnaissance squads, and other utility based tasks are given almost uniquely to the Auxiliaries.\nAuxiliares are organized similarly to the Knight Order, except for the fact that they are specialists while the Knights are soldiers. Auxiliares have entire batteries devoted to specialties, for example the five hundred strong horseback cohorts that assist the knights during battle. These specific cohorts can also be part mounted, containing four hundred eighty infantry with one hundred and twenty auxiliares on horseback.\nAuxiliares are also designed to be much more maneuverable than Knights, simply so that they quickly perform their duties in support of the larger element that they are tasked to assist. Because of this, the Auxiliary unit doesn't go farther than the Priory. Auxiliares have no divisions, and no Knight Commanders to order them. In their place are Paladins, senior knights who have volunteered their services to command Auxiliary forces. In charge of the entire Auxiliary corp is the Paladin Commander. \nAs stated previously, Auxiliares are not citizens of Northwind and earn their citizenship through their dedication and devotion to serving the state and the people within it. The Auxiliary Corp provides incentive for non citizens to work for the state, as it provides them with multiple pensions provided they serve the twenty years they are assigned. Also, if they so choose, an auxiliary can commission as an officer in the Knight Corps if he so desires after his twenty years as an auxiliary are served.\n\nThe Function of the Army\n War, in its most primal state, is nothing but a duel on a larger face. To master the art of the duel is to also master the art of war. War, in and of itself, is the primordial state of human nature. In a duel, two men fight for dominance over the other so that they may impose his will on his opponent. The military serves an identical purpose on the scale of grand strategy. War in its truest sense is an act of force imposed upon an opponent to compel them to our will. The imposition of the will of Northwind's people is the hallmark of Northwind's military. The needs of Northwind's peoples triumph over the needs of any other.\n The function of Northwind's army is to ensure that the needs of Northwind's peoples are maintained and saw through. The state of Northwind serves the people, the people voluntarily serve the state of Northwind. Through this common virtue, we reach common value with the general disposition of servitude that the civilian population, myself included, is being protected and safeguarded by those brave enough to line the battlefield bearing our flag. No war was ever won without bravery, and no war was ever won without bloodshed.\n In order to ensure Northwind's army always perseveres, it is pivotal to reach the understanding that war and diplomacy are antithetical, however if one wants to master his country, one must master both. The purpose of war is to aid diplomacy, and Northwind's diplomacy looks inward to the needs of the people who live on her soil. With that being said, a fallacy must be addressed.\n\nThere is no ingenious manner in which you may defeat your opponent with little bloodshed. The art of war does not revolve around the ability to subdue your enemy without the use of force. War is force. In war, there is no minimum use of force, especially when two nations clash in a test of might. It is wise to adopt a policy of \"Maximum force,\" Because only when your enemy can not pick up their blade and fight once more is that enemy truly defeated. A true master of war can effectively combine maximum force and intellect, and he who can perform this regularly will become truly unstoppable on the battlefield.\n Throughout Northwind's vast history, she has been known for one trait in particular: her national identity. The army is the chief protector of this national identity that the citizens of Northwind have held so dear for her entire history. Northwind's peoples have the strongest wills on the entire continent of Marin, and this is kept largely intact by their love for country."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nThe shepherdess' friends listened intently to her words, her questions and the tale of her visions muddled by the notion that it was all a dream. However, her faith was placed in the idea that those dreams withheld the knowledge to fight against the wolfman infection that spread through the people of Midde.\n\n\"Even if you *Were* A witch,\" Josephine said with a decisive tone. \"We wouldn't leave your side, Amaryllis. You're our friend!\"\n\nTagus nodded in the same righteous manner that Josephine spoke with. They were with Amaryllis through thick and thin in the short time they were together, events that served to deepen the knots of their bonds. They didn't know much about each other, that was likely true. Sure, they shared stories and attitudes that made them closer to each other, but there was still a long road to walk together.\n\n\"A flower, you say?\" Josephine always supported the belief of magic and the tales of the mystical. She harbored a liking to all things fantastical, thus it wasn't hard to believe her friend, who had suffered greatly from the illness. \"In the mountains around Iron Gate? Surely there is someone that knows about these plants. Tagus?\" She called, turning her round green gaze at her knight and friend. \"Please go with the other knights in search of a herbalist or lore master. Amaryllis, describe us the flower so Tagus can know what to look for.\" Josephine was ready to sacrifice the time to resume her travel in hope of a cure for the people that were suffering in Iron Gate. The refugees that flooded the outer walls were growing without them knowing, originated from other villages and towns the wolfmen attacked. There was a crisis brewing in Northwind, as bad as the fact that the realm was kingless.\n\nWould the knights be able to save the people stricken with the wolfman disease?"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford, Tagus, and Josephine\n\nAmaryllis took comfort in Josephine's assurance that she wouldn't leave her, even if she were a witch. Had she been a witch,she would have been even more comforted. Few people would have such a sentiment, especially in this day and age. People that had been friends for decades would often turn on each other when one was accused of witchcraft. Or really an magic, for that matter. Amaryllis had seen it happen before, and she was relieved and comforted by the knowledge that she had been accused of witchcraft, and yet her friends still protected her. Without their protection... Amaryllis would have drawn her last breaths, with or without the illness claiming her. \n\nShe was even more touched by Josephine's faith in her. It sounded crazy, even to her, but Josephine didn't discount what she recounted from her dream. Granted, the people of Middle needed a miracle, and perhaps that was coming to them in the form of this dream. Tagus didn't argue with Josephine either, so whether he believed her or not, he was willing to chance it and didn't argue.\n\nShe began to describe the flower once more, saying, \"It's a flower that's sort of bell-shaped, with flowers that burst outwards... It's bright yellow or orange, with brown flecks dotting the petals, and the flowers only bloom for a brief time... It grows from a white bulb, and I know the mountain dwellers use it frequently...\" Her explanation was rather labored, and her voice was halting. It took her a great deal of effort, but she wanted this to be known. If it could save anyone at all... \"I don't know if anyone here would know it, but in the mountains we call it Winter's Fire. It blooms with the first freeze.\" \n\nWhen she had finished explaining, she smiled at her friends and murmured, \"Thank you,\" Before leaning back against the pillows and closing her eyes once more. She heard Tagus leave and relaxed even further. He would try to find someone that had it, and she knew that he would. She believed in him."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\nRolf, Tagus\nStreets of Iron Gate\n\nJosephine reassured her friend that the knights would do their best to bring Winter's Fire and help the people afflicted by the disease. She sat on a wooden chair next to the bed and ushered Amaryllis to relax and continue to recover without any effort, even if it meant silence in the warm bedroom. Her mind was riddled with prayers to Camira, the one deity she truly leaned onto when her confidence was tested. Faith was a strong pillar in the foundations of the Middlelands, not to be neglected by the most logical beings.\n\nWhile Josephine tended to the needs of her friend, Tagus was already out on the order of his friend and charge, the noble heiress to the Merovingian family. He drafted Rolf from the ground floor of the Gallant Pheasant and into the afternoon illuminated streets. To find someone that knew of the specific flower, they had to run around the apothecaries ridden by infected in the outer rims of Iron Gate. The toll of diseased people increased and they heard the news of the first wall being swarmed by refugees from southeast Northwind. Caravans were running towards the capital filled with injured and humans corrupted by the wolfman illness.\n\n\"How did Amaryllis know about this flower?\" Rolf asked, his tone and expressions riddled in skepticism. \"Don't tell me she had a *Vision*.\"\n\n\"What if she has?\"\n\n\"Then she could be a *Witch*.\" Rolf grimaced.\n\n\"What if it was Camira herself that granted Ryllis with this vision?\"\n\n\"The gods do not care about mortal affairs, Tagus.\"\n\n\"You protected her back at the apothecary. Why are you doubtful of her now? She's our friend!\"\n\n\"Friends come and go, pup. I was speaking in behalf of our lady's wishes. But it could be we did arrive in time to treat the infection. And now we should look for a flower that is supposed to cure it? Strange.\"\n\n\"Whatever you say, Rolf. But Josephine herself told us to look for the flower. She believes Amaryllis and so do I.\"\n\n\"I can see that, but you two are young and naive. Give someone too much trust and they will abuse it.\"\n\n\"Lets just focus on finding the damn flower!\" Tagus replied, a bit annoyed by the lack of trust Rolf had in the shepherdess. He broke away from Rolf, if only for a moment, before the ebony man followed his hurried pace.\n\nFor all they searched, they couldn't find a single person that knew of Winter's Fire, until a boy approached them in the middle of the streets carrying a message. Two hours had gone by since their search began.\n\n\"Are you the knights looking for the big yellow flower?\" The beggar boy asked, his clothes mere rags smeared in dirt and shit.\n\n\"Huh?\" Tagus looked down at the boy and blinked, then knelt before him and nodded. \"That's right! Do you know anything about it?\"\n\n\"Here, mister. I was told to give you this. One coin, please!\"\n\n\"One coin?\"\n\n\"Yeah! The old lady said you'd pay me for being a messenger!\"\n\nTagus paused and pat his pockets. There was a light jingle coming from one and he sighed in relief. He didn't lose his pocket currency. Instead of one coin, the young knight gave the boy two. That was enough for him to grin after biting on each and finding they were the real deal.\n\n\"Thank you, mister! Hope you save the infected people!!\"\n\nTagus would like to question the boy on how he knew about their quest, but the beggar ran off before he could say anything. He opened the message, crude paper written on by fine calligraphy, although a bit shook. It was a set of directions into the nearby mountains, to meet someone by the name of Barmayaa.\n\n\"Weird. We should go back to the inn and tell the Knight Commander.\" Rolf suggested. \n\nBut Tagus had other plans. Time wasted going back was time wasted with people dying. \"No. We have to go now. If we do, we'll return at sundown. Hopefully.\"\n\nRolf wanted to retort, but knowing Tagus and how focused he was on the mission, he'd see the boy run off on his own. Better just go with him so both protected each other's back.\n\nThey were on their way towards a mystery meeting with only one name. Barmayaa."
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"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford and Josephine \nThe Grand Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nIt wasn't long before Amaryllis drifted into a deep sleep once more. No more visions or dreams of any sort came to her. Just pure darkness, though it wasn't unwelcome. It was peaceful for her, really, and she was glad to get a break from it all. It provided her with the rest she needed to get better, and indeed, she did seem to be getting better. Some color was returning to her cheeks, and within a few hours of Tagus' departure, her fever had broken. \n\nWhen her eyes finally fluttered open again, she gave Josephine a little smile and reached out to grasp her hand. She gave it a gentle, yet firm squeeze before murmuring, \"Is Tagus back?\" When Josephine informed her that he had not, she grimaced a bit and her brow furrowed with worry. Why wasn't back? Surely someone here in Iron Gate would know of the flower! Granted... The mountain dwellers led very different lives from the city dwellers, so perhaps they didn't know of it. She bit her lower lip hard and whispered a few words of desperate prayer to the gods. Unlike Josephine, she prayed to no specific god, but rather to a conglomeration of gods. Anyone that might possibly actually exist. \"Please let Tagus be okay... Please let him find it...\""
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"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Center, Iron Gate\n\n A pestilence faces Northwind, almost as if death himself galloped across the countryside marking entire villages for death. There was no tolerance in the inner sanctum for the suffering of Northwind's peoples. It simply is not allowed, and to John, it represents failure in duty. Seated at his study, he would read grizzly reports of the state of affairs on the outer layers of the city. Refugees lined the wall by the thousands wishing for entry following the razing of their homes and the infection of their people. They spoke of this revolting illness which caused the infected to break into pus filled boils encompassing their entire body.\n Decisiveness was a trait that John embodied thoroughly. He would be especially quick in dispatching this disaster, and would not sleep until complete victory over death had been assured. He simply would not allow for his people to be inconvenienced by the abominable actions committed by hill tribes, which he had full intent to dispose of. He arose from his seat and walked to the sanctum, in which some of his most esteemed commanders awaited. The imagery of the inner citadel was in direct opposition to the outside world. The marble walls were fraught with decorative paintings which tembled on the walls as the mezzo-forte of John's footsteps crept their way throughout the echoing halls. \n Once he reached his destination, the commander of the city watch stood erect in his presence, awaiting command.\n\n\"There is no time for deliberation.\" John said hastily. \"Inform the watch that I have ordered all the refugees to be accepted inside the protection the first two layers of the city. In those two layers, forts will be repurposed into care centers for the ill until the situation is solved. Also, ensure that the city is informed that I have authorized a reward for any who present any information on how to fight this illness. I have already given a written order for medical troops to report immediately to the outer layers of the city in anticipation, and will greet the refugees and begin care immediately.\"\n\nThe commander was put to ease, then spoke with concern. \"Yes, regent, but where do I direct those with information? Shall I tell them to come into contact with their nearest watch leader? Iron gate is a massive city, how can we ensure that the information is centralized and maintained in a way that can be organized?\"\n\nJohn nodded, appreciating the concern and input of the watch commander. \"You are wise, wiser than most. Have them not direct their information anywhere else but directly to my doorstep. I will personally allow anybody with information to meet with me personally. This threat must be eliminated as quickly as possible. You are dismissed, see to it that the information is delivered with haste.\" \n\nThe commander quickly nodded and departed from the inner sanctum, and the other knights that were listening to John's orders departed as well to deliver the information all over Iron Gate. In a matter of seconds, the inner sanctum was empty except for John, who stood there in appreciation of the sense of duty and honor that his subordinates have in the face of peril. The only people who can hold a candle to John's care of the people are his soldiers.\n\nDeparting from the sanctum, John marched through the halls of the inner citadel once more, ascending the center spiral staircase that gave him oversight over the the throne room, which remained empty. John refused to let that be a symbol for Northwind's lack of leadership, however. He rose eventually to the upper balcony of the citadel, stepping into the outside world. Immediately he was consumed by the cold wind, a sign of the coming winter as the sun set between the crests of the prevailing mountains that lined the Northern borderlands. A hue of orange pastels painted the northern facing wall of the citadel, giving light to John De Burgh as he rose triumphantly over the people of Northwind, who were now beginning to gather collectively beneath him as he spoke.\n\n\"My beloved citizens of Northwind...\" He said, trailing off as he looked upon the masses who were flocking to listen to the regent. \"A daunting peril has come to our gates. A peril who wishes to do you and our country harm. I have already called upon those in our borders with any information to present it to me personally. I am committed to the preservation of comfortable living, especially in my own city. Through these perturbing times, I am confident I will see the people of Northwind prevail through their superior willpower and their ambition to see their community thrive. As I have a duty to fulfill to the people, the people also have duty to make sure that your neighbors and kin are taken care of. I simply refuse to allow my people to suffer, and I refuse to rest until this situation is under control. Now, what so you? What say the people of Northwind in times of strife? Will we succumb to our enemy and allow ourselves to be defeated?\"\n\nA collective \"No!\" Was returned by the crowd, some of them beginning to form into individual congregations to make room for more as they grew more numerous.\n\nJohn continued, briefly. \"Then let us show to all of Marin how powerful our people are! No force on force in heaven or on land can bring us to our knees. Now, people of Northwind, go fulfill your duty. Let us together bring this crysis to an end before it can begin!\"\n\nAs John finished, he peered into the audience. Their faces gleamed with hope of the coming times. He of all people understands that a strong leader must identify as one with his people, and that he did. As he returned into the citadel, the people gathered applauded and cheered, with most being positive and some with distaste or concern. John, of course, could not blame those who were skeptical. Trying times will inevitably cause many to question the strength of their leaders and their countrymen. As John returned to his study, he navigated his collection of books to see if he had any sort of information on the disease that was quickly making its way across the country."
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"message": "Kharlyle Whylder \nUndisclosed Location: Fargone\n\nKharlyle stepped back to his horse and mounted its reigns, quite possibly giving the impression he was going to leave, in reality he just wanted to mount it backwards as to recline on the horse neck. He groaned loudly with great dissatisfaction.\n\n\"I'm glad you *Two* Could come to an agreement. But every god damn rich fuck in Northwind wants control of it, you and your connections are nothing special. You could argue to me that you have different connections, friends in high places who you are confident won't fuck you just for one conversation with John de Burgh or Darin the Kind, but you don't, there isn't a god damn man in Northwind who's loyal\" Kharlyle stared up at the constellations, soon the smoke and air of war would make the stars invisible for thousands of years. \"But you have something they don't, I can guarantee it.\" Kharlyle was almost visually surprised at the compliment he gave to Rhoderick.\n\n\"Come closer kid\" He waved Rhoderick near. \"I do believe I have a proposition for you\""
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"message": "Vidū Ka'elo\nTraveling along one of many paths within Northwind,\n\nIt has only been a little while since Vidu has stepped foot out of her comfort zone. She's never really been out till now so hey, progress has been made. The skies are blue and the grass is green, plus there were many flowers that she hasn't even seen before within the woody areas she's been hiding in for so long. It was honestly a little strange. A couple of times she would stop to examine life, especially when a giant box on round circles pass her which were guided by horses and lead by a being she hasn't seen. A human of course. He eyes would follow out of curiosity while she fights herself in her own mind to not follow. They walk on two feet like her, so that means they were... Like her? The clothing were different, so she assumed that things were made looking a little better than what she has now... Not that she cared or anything.\n\nA couple of hours later, she was lost. Where was she? No clue. Where did she come from? Lacks sense of direction. She was in unfamiliar territory. She just stands there looking dumb because she didn't know where to even go. Sooner or later, something will catch her eye with interest, and that thing will be a village which was apparently close by. It was a strange village. Alit bigger than she thought it should be. To her, it would've been like her home, concealed. But, this was just out there. Surprise! She was gonna go to Azarya.😩 👌"
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"message": "Northwind\n\nFor the past months, Northwind's skies grew a dark charcoal grey. The smoke and fire of war hid the stars from the vision of men, and it was prophesied that it would not fade for thousands of years. Warlords ravaged the coast, every village , every house, every man woman and child within it. Forest hermits without any previous human contact were dragged from their shacks and killed for sport. Gangs and marauders of every ethnic and socioeconomic background razed every standing building until they were literal cinders and piles of dust upon the ground. They were diverse, some killed and raped for fun, for the sake of their gods, for revenge, mental illness. But they had one thing in common, a central and overwhelming theme of disregard for life, any life. It was something interestingly particular to Northwind, the collective indifference on the value of human life. Slaves were becoming completely common. Men of all statuses would hold slaves publically just to be enslaved themselves the next day. Slave rebellions would erupt just for the perpetrator of such rebellion to enslave his fellow rebels under him the next week. Women would kill their children in their sleep to ensure they wouldn't die at the hands of a Torture Lord. These people didn't want a savior, a man to lead them, they were grateful no leader was able to stop them, to end their reign of total anarchy.\n\nBut these atrocities weren't even isolated, they happened over the entirety of this massive stretch of land. Warlords would have sex countless times a day with as many women as possibly to ensure longevity of their reign, to produce farmers, soldiers, slaves for their future empires. The group mentality of Northwind became doing anything in your power to hurt someone, whether it negatively affected you or not at the end became irrelevant. Common culture of the other kingdoms quickly became a thing of the past, towns were destroyed before they founded, trade collapsed; no more would other Kingdoms see Northwind tungsten or their industrial diamonds. The most basic aspects of life disintegrated, trees and grass were looked at as things not yet tainted, and thusly were set ablaze. Fields became cinders, looking no different to villages. \n\n Northwind became the Blackened North, a country with no name, the frozen civil war above them became to look inviting, and there was no end of chaos in sight."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nRhoderick glanced back at Kharlyle during his theatrics. He was such a child... For which cause he was even more irked when Kharlyle called him \"Kid.\" He was far from a kid, and with the way Kharlyle was acting, Rhoderick certainly seemed more mature! Already, Rhoderick had determined that he wished to work more closely with Mercurio than with Kharlyle, that was for certain. And Kharlyle would not receive a position at court, unless Rhoderick absolutely had to give him such a position. \n\nThat being said, Rhoderick didn't allow his feelings to show. Feelings and such were simply things that others could use against you, and after years of putting up with his father's tyrannical rule, Rhoderick had learned to expertly hide his emotions. He could appear absolutely stoic, certainly, but more often than not, he showed an emotion that was completely different from the one that bubbled within. \n\nFor now, he showed a maturity and serene demeanor to Kharlyle as he approached the man, though given Kharlyle's previous threats toward him, he was fully prepared to defend himself. \"I'm listening,\" Rhoderick replied, cocking his head in an exaggerated form of curiosity. The two o fthem both were acting right now, it seemed."
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"message": "Undisclosed Location: Fargone \n\nKharlyle Whylder \n\nKharlyle gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes with contempt. \"Did I foking ask you to listen boy, or did I *Tell* You to come closer\". Kharlyle looked forward into nothing, his face didn't grow red, his fists didn't clench, but his frustration was tangible. \"Step over that fucking bridge and walk next to me boy. I *Know* You aren't afraid of me\" His voice nearly trembled."
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"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick \nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nRhoderick glanced at Mercurio for a moment. They had had more to discuss... But he couldn't refuse Kharlyle. It might prove useful. He nearly blurted out a retort when Kharlyle scolded him, but he managed to keep his demeanor calm and proud as he approached him, crossing the bridge and going closer."
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"message": "Undisclosed Location: Fargone \n\nKharlyle Whylder \n\nKharlyle signaled to his men with one hand. \"Men, I know for a godsdamn fact that he can't take orders by himself, so you do it for him\" Kharlyle swept his leg over the horse and faced Rhoderick as his men surrounded him from the back. \"Don't look to my brother now, he won't be able to destroy the fear I've built into these men for a lifetime in mear minutes\""
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"message": "Horse back was not comfortable in this weather, but being a true man of Northwind, it didn't really faze him, head to toe in the master crafted armour made by his Father, his horse also had armour of great similarity, on his hip swinging gently and rubbing across the horse was the large flail, in his left hand tightly held was the large shield, he then looks up ahead as he spots his destination and stretches his arms out, before he pats the horses front leg gently \"Not far boy... Just a little further\" He groans as take the reins, still slowly wading along the path, before he makes it to the edge of where everyone was, stopping amongst the other horses, the large horse a head above all the others, the large man atop it climbed down and walks forward, looking for one of the Whylder's"
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAfter Tagus left with Rolf, Howitzer was left in charge of the services the young Merovingian noble woman requested. To continue the process of recovery of her shepherdess friend, she asked for a refill of water. Added to it, she also had the idea of asking for fruits, pears and apples fresh of summer time. The large blond Taemarian knight brought the sliced pears and apples, he also carried a jug full of water and brought an extra cup, thus giving each girl one to drink from.\n\nJosephine listened to her friend pray and smiled softly. She sat comfortably next to Amaryllis and guided her hand to the peasant's. She was happy to see the color return to Amaryllis' cheeks and prayed with her, her friend's hand between her pair. She rubbed Amaryllis' palm and back of the hand gently, soft caresses on her skin.\n\n\"Would you like some fruit, Ryllis?\" She asked, taking a slice of pear from the silver plate and eating half.\n\nHausel, Maverick, Roderick\nThe Center of Iron Gate\n\nThe knights were still waiting outside of the last inner gate, earshot away from the loud announcement that the acting governor of Iron Gate proclaimed towards his people. His was a voice of unparalleled projection, reaching far through the atmosphere of the metropolis, rolling over walls to get to the ears, the hearts and minds of his people. With the growing problem of the refugee caravans and the barbarian onslaught, it was a matter of time until John de Burgh accepted the dire situation as fact and spoke to the people in his first ever public appearance. The notion that Northwind was kingless faded under the rousal of the populace by the one man Roderick listened to with interest.\n\n\"That cuts our work short.\" Maverick said, glancing at his father with a hopeful smile.\n\n\"We should still meet him.\" Roderick replied. \"Gatekeeper, will you let us through now?\" He questioned the guard again, as emotions settled after de Burgh's speech.\n\n\"Well, if you have information on the barbarians-...\"\n\n\"I do, and I have a lot to discuss with your governor. Now go and get us clearance to speak with your leader. The people outside are suffering.\"\n\n\"Many more will suffer if you hesitate.\" Hausel pushed the idea, although he did not really care about the lowborn stranded on the outer walls of Iron Gate. He was but doing his duty following Roderick's command.\n\nThe guard was left without another option. He had one of his companions brought to him by a quick call and told him to go into the citadel, so John de Burgh could be warned of knights having information about the barbarian invasion. In the meantime, Roderick had to wait outside, on the inner rim of the crowd gathering at the gates, some with complete disregard for the crisis and still looking to push their personal interests above the public concern."
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"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nRhoderick's mind was racing as Kharlyle dismounted and signaled his men. He managed to keep it together and didn't let his concern show, nor did he turn to look at Mercurio. If Mercurio wanted to protect him, he would, and it would speak to their partnership. It would set the tone of their future partnership—if it was to even continue at all. \n\nThat being said, Rhoderick was kind of shitting himself. Kharlyle had made it clear that he hated him, and Mercurio and Kharlyle had a bond far deeper than what a mere handshake between he and Mercurio could establish. He managed not to show his fear or anything, as life with his father had taught him to, if nothing else, don a blank expression when in doubt. Years with his father had hardened him, certainly, but for all his affectations, he was not yet the monster he aspired to be. He still felt fear, and right now, he knew he was still but a fledgling.\n\nHe took to what life with his father had taught him though, donning a blank expression as Kharlyle's men bunched around him, herding him forward faster than he had intended to. He was careful not to resist them either, for resisting could end the partnership and get him killed in the process. With as many as there were, a fight would be a foolhardy suicide mission.\n\nAmaryllis Sweetford and Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis enjoyed the comfort and company of her new friend. She really had come to care for Josephine very, very much and viewed the young woman like a little sister. Admittedly, Josephine did indeed reminder her of the little sister that Amaryllis had lost. She laid there quietly for the most part, as it was best not to exert herself, but when Josephine offered her food, Amaryllis' stomach growled in response. \n\nAt that, she sat up a bit, using the pillows to support herself. It was then that she saw the silver plate and the fruits that adorned it. Fruit! Food! So fancy! Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit, so it took her a moment or two before she finally said, \"I would... I would love some!\" Really, she had seldom had fruit in her lifetime, save for the berries that one could find in the hills. Fruits like this were a rare and precious thing for the poor of Northwind. \n\nShe reached out a shaky hand and took a piece of fruit from Josephine before slipping it into her mouth. The taste was incredible... She closed her eyes and let out a faint little sigh of contentment as she savored it, chewing very slowly. When she had finally finished it, she opened her eyes and looked to Josephine as she asked, \"Josephine... Have you had lots of food like this before?\""
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"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Citadel; Grand Hall, Iron Gate\n\n An odyssey laid ahead of the Kingdom of Northwind. An odyssey that could determine the destiny of the people who call Northwind home. Failure to destroy the threat may end in the subjugation of Northwind and her peoples, an idea that filled John with fear. He understood that this event would either cause him to go down in history as a hero, or a miserable failure who couldn't protect his own people from enslavement. However, the resolve of the people are strong, and not even moments after his declaration civilians came to relay information about the barbarians and their ruthless slaughters.\n\n As John trekked the halls of the citadel, he began to chart a plan of action in his head. He wanted to determine a way to get an advantage over his enemy that would allow him the upper hand. The only problem was simply that he knew very little about the specifics of the enemy, only that they were barbarians. From this, he could determine one thing: that he would have to counter guerrilla tactics. \n\nGuerilla warfare is the worst enemy of the organized army. It relies on subterfuge, finesse, and chaos to gain leverage over the often larger and more organized force. In the case of standing off against Guerilla fighters, the technological superiority of Northwind's army will likely play little part. John, however, understood how insurgency operated. In its first stage, it is weak and must concentrate effort on its organization before it can take out the government. This is the optimal time to subdue the threat. However, this has advanced well beyond that stage. Northwind has been a warlord state for the better part of a century. In the case of these barbarian insurgents, they have no movement other than the destruction and pillaging of cities for their own profit. A fact that John would most certainly use to his advantage.\n\nThe barbarians are strong, and are at a position to seize initiative from the government; the second stage of insurgency. At this point, they pose a liable threat to the stability of power in the government. However, John knew of several ways to destroy the barbarians in a way that would cost him resources in the wake of quick victory.\n\nBeing deep in thought causes the world around you to accelerate without your knowledge, a status that John has found himself in many more times than one. He had already reached his destination by the end of his deliberation and had made his way along the blood red carpet that lined itself all the way to the door of the citadel. Just on the other side of that door was the outside world. A cold, bitter and destructive world that John had every intention of taming. On his right and left were circular flights of stairs lined with marble as white as a freshly grown cotton field, with crimson red carpeting lining them. Coming down these steps were four of John's most esteemed knights who would serve as his guards in the presence of the visitors who have scheduled to meet with him. John stood directly on top of the sigil of Northwind that was embroidered on the citadel carpet. A black circle with a jaded star lined with golden peaks on each point.\n\n\"Invite the knights in!\" John ordered the guardsmen at the citadel doors.\n\n\"Sire, they have yet to be searched. To allow them in now would be dangerous.\" The gatekeeper remarked.\n\n\"We need not search them,\" John said, quietly. \"No man in Northwind is foolish to challenge my guard in the center of a citadel held firmly in the grip of Northwind's military. Let them in.\"\n\nThe guardsmen proceeded to pull open the iron doors, combining the worlds of John's citadel and the frostbitten cold of the city. As the bitter wind filled the hall, John noticed an ocean of citizens standing outside facing him as he looked upon the state of affairs in the city. Chiefly among them, two men appeared. A young man and his father, who were ordered simultaneously to enter the citadel and come before John at the center of the hall."
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"message": "Rolf, Tagus\nOutskirts of Iron Gate\n\nTagus did not hesitate in following the message's directions. He was blind by the idea that whoever wrote the letter could help him and the people suffering from the wolfman disease. Rolf, on the other hand, was more down to earth and suspicious of the sender of that letter. It was a beggar that delivered it, a little beggar boy that could have very well sent them to their deaths by the request of some influential bandit or a group of ravenous, starving peasants. His prejudice had to be put aside, for the young boy had no intention in heeding the ebony man's warnings. Tagus considered the ambush, but he followed the feeling in his gut more so than the pessimistic thoughts that clouded his mind.\n\nThey left Iron Gate behind and circumvented the capital's outer ring wall. Tagus frowned at the sight of só many homeless people at the gates, some laying around while others tried to scream at the guards for one mistreatment or another. Although John de Burgh seemed to have the best responses, it ultimately fell into individual effort to treat the infected people. Not everyone was kind hearted in the guard, not everyone was like the old healer from the apothecary. People were dying, and those who didn't, thought of revolting. But they were too weak.\n\nThe roads around Iron Gate were some of the most well made and maintained in the North of Marin. Flat, polished cobble, white like ivory. The people called the main one going south to the Grey Hills was the Internal Highway. If it was official or not, it depended more on the government than hearsay. Out of Iron Gate and to the northwest was a smaller road called the Border Highway. Tagus followed it until the opening in the jagged rock to a beaten path leading up a mountain's inclination. Rolf shook his head. He was doubtful and felt uneasy. Who was this Barmayaa person and was it trustworthy?\n\nAmaryllis, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nThe last time Josephine was in such a state of luxury was back in the comfort of her family's mansion in Raunkastel. The Merovingian had their foundations split between the central castle and the manor attached to the eastern tower. There was where Josephine was raised, partly, and one could say she lived half her life in it and the other half accompanying her father in the castle itself. A share of her hours was made of frequent visits to the barracks, as much as she visited the tower where Clovis allowed witch and sorcerer to conduct their studies and experiments in the search for methods to counter the magical influences hidden in Marin, magic sources that could be dangerous one day.\n\nShe didn't really mind the words that her friend used. They were honest in the sense that Amaryllis did not filter out of considering her friend's reaction, more so to be genuine in her thought of what she'd do in the shoes of her noble friend. People had tendencies to think what if, especially when trying to fit in the place of someone abstract of their status. Though it didn't really matter in the end, and Josephine didn't feel things came easily for her. Nor did she like them to be. She was taught the meaning of effort and hardship by her father. The household was indeed overprotective of her, especially in her younger years, but as Josephine grew, they grew with her in peeling the barriers that divided them.\n\n\"Wouldn't you miss the freedom of the country and your flock, Ryllis?\" The girl asked, teasing a little. \"My father always told me about the difference between a Merovingian and the other noble families of Taemar and the other kingdoms. He said that we shouldn't let our status influence our view on the world. We all have our lives, but it is our duty to better the lives of others.\" She said, a bit of a ramble to be fair. \"There's a lot of people that care what you are. Peasant, Knight, lord, servant... What does that all mean? And why do we have to live like that? Out there, in the world of hills and woods and mountains and rivers, nothing really cares about that.\"\n\nRolf, Tagus\nA Cavern in the Mountains\n\nThe path was uneven. As the two knights ventured deeper and higher into the mountains north of Iron Gate, they found sharper rocks jutting out of the ground and making the journey slower and harder. But that did not stop them from the assignment they were given. No, Tagus pushed onward, leading the way to a destination unknown and fate uncertain. The rocky climb was over before a leveled path inward to the bowels of the mountain. It was a guttural entrance with walls layered in jagged formations of rock and the low hiss of a cold wind that infiltrated the tunnel and grazed through its extension. Tagus looked around the natural formation. He was growing anxious, his mind racing with the contradicting thoughts of his actions. Why was he there? Was it right to follow a simple letter to this dark hole in the middle of the earth and rock? Questions were silenced in his head by the sudden howl of a stronger wind that seemed to draw the knights into the center of the world. Tagus shook his head violently and stepped forward, set on taking his decision to the bitter end.\n\nRolf was surprised by his companion's initiative. The boy had always been a follower, always chose to stick by his other colleague's decisions at the exception of the less savory Hausel. Their rivalry, if one could call it that, was determined the moment the boy stepped into the intimate ranks of the castle, and of the manor. The ebony skinned man did the following at present time, but not without the constant feeling of unease. They were in a region far from their home and deep in the womb of wilderness unleashed. Soon after going into the cave, the dark path was illuminated by the eery green glow of mushrooms sprouting from walls, ground and ceiling. Vines and covers of moss surrounded the mushrooms and entangled with each other until the tunnel widened and-\n\nDead end. Tagus arched his brows, Rolf squinted his eyes. One was confused, the other suspected the worst. However, none expected to see what awaited them when they turned around.\n\nAn old crone sat in a wooden chair, its frame lined in different sticks of wood connected with the top oaken shaft and the bottom that was attached to a flat surface, standing over four legs. The old woman was hunched on the chair and her grey white hairs were so long they cascaded down to the cold and rough soil of the cavern. She raised a wrinkled hand from under the lush white of her hairs and pulled strands to the side to reveal a dark brown eye and a wizened face. She looked drained, with a heavy bag under her eye. However, she couldn't help but smile.\n\n\"Welcome, fair knights. Welcome.\" Hers was a raspy voice, weathered by countless seasons and struggles."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nAmaryllis smiled a bit at her friend's joke. Freedom was a very relative term. Sure, she wasn't a slave to anyone, and for that she could be grateful. Many in Northwind didn't even have the freedom that she enjoyed... But at the same time, she was enslaved by the position that she had been born into. Or at least it had always seemed like she was. She got lucky the day she met Josephine.\n\nStill, she couldn't help but think that Josephine was a bit naive. What could Josephine and her family really do for the low-born classes? And as much as the young woman might dream of a world where class differences no longer mattered, it would never change.\n\nShe paused for a moment, pondering that before she said, \"When I'm in the hills... You're right, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm alone, and I don't have to worry about someone looking down at me for... What I am. But when I come down from the hills, I'm constantly reminded at every turn, and I am treated accordingly.\" There was another long pause before she said, \"But I was tired of being alone too. Sheep don't speak. They don't offer comfort or companionship like another human... I guess... Nothing will change, I suppose. I got lucky when I met you, but even now, I know that... That this won't last forever, if that makes sense. And I can't rise very high, no matter what happens. My wings were clipped the day I was born.\""
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"message": "There was a blatant silence in the dead end cavern. Glowing mushrooms sprouted on the ground around the old woman and illuminated their world turned comfortable and radiated in warmth.\n\nThe floor was planked oak, the walls, far from humid and with crude, rough form. Plain and white like ivory, they made the inside of a welcoming lodge at the bottom of the hole. Tagus gulped quite dryly and stepped back once a foot, last the second. He bit his lower lip in anxiety and took a deep breath with widened eyes at the *Witch*. Rolf followed in reaction, but not the same, prone to bear the hilt of the sword on his waist's left side. He frowned, frightened, but cautious and valiant. His legs shifted to prepare a stance. The woman laughed. It was a deafening cackle. She continued to hold her hair as he watched Rolf with one eye, the right, the same as before, as ever, usually. It was greyed out, nearly a husk of its former self. But attentive. Jutting tendrils of red held them tightly in place, wired to the brain. A very powerful weapon, just like the soul.\n\nThe knights were oblivious to the possibilities in a scenario that changed abruptly. In this, they were both lost and confused, for what was happening never did to any of them. Rolf wanted to cut the witch down, but he waited. Why? She could use her magic-\n\nBut they needed the flower. This was the purpose of the journey, thus they needed to talk with her. No, they couldn't take it from her. By standard and not wanting to have suicidal thoughts. The witch in particular seemed crazy, yet very powerful. She changed the area around them. Twisted reality.\n\n\"You came here for a flower, but you seem to be enjoying my hearth and home.\"\n\nThe old lady shrieks a laugh and closes the curtain of her grey hair. Both hands laid on the armrest of the oaken chair while she leaned back and stretched her back. It popped a few times and she giggled.\n\n\"Excuse us. We'd like to speak about the Winter's Fire.\" Tagus said, focused on the mission, Josephine's mission. It was sure strange to be in this situation, so he oughta be polite to the witch, or whatever the woman in front of him was. \n\n\"Indeed, so I've told.\" She laughed. \"Tell me, jester. Would you like for me to read your palm?\"\n\n\"Jester?\" Tagus was visibly confused. Rolf eased the grip on his sword. He shook his head in utter disbelief.\n\n\"Please, the flower will save many in Iron Gate! \" Rolf tried to appeal to a sense of selflessness.\n\n\"*You* Don't care about those lives, knight.\" She bit bitterly, swiftly. \"But tell me, do you want me to read your palm?\"\n\nRolf grimaced. She was not wrong. Rolf was there because the lady commanded it. He was fine with it, until meeting the witch. Finding out she had a few screws loose made it harder to be successful. \n\n\"Who wants me to read their palm?\" \n\nTagus grit his teeth a slight and took a step forward."
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"message": "Sir Col Jude\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nTraining lasted the entire winter. It was brutal, perhaps the most challenging thing he'd ever faced for far. On the other side of it was spring, experience, and mental fortitude. Training exploited his every weakness, his fear of horses, his seeming inability to connect with other people. He was made aware of them so he could conquer them, and because of that he could now call himself a Knight.\n\nHe was taken on by Lord Solomere in North Wind. He was fair, but he worked his Knights hard night and day. Col thought he was finished with midnight rides, but since he proved himself a good rider that became his role with the Solomeres along with guarding one of his daughters.\n\nHe'd worked for them for months when he was given leave to enter a tournament in the horn hills. It was a lengthy journey, but one he was prepared for. He was also excited to make the journey. It wasn't exactly The Southern Isles, but it was an escape from North Wind. \n\nHe spend a few weeks training before he ventured off to the tournament in the Witherlands.\n\nHe traveled for a few days before stopping at an inn. He only planned on spending one night there before he continued on. He stopped during the day, got a bite to eat before he headed up to his room to rest. \n\nHis boots were heavy against the floor, he never learned to walk quietly. The hallways were narrow, he could hear conversations from the occupied rooms as well as the dining hall downstairs. He fumbled with the key, the lock was old and rusted over.\n\nLittle had changed about him over the past few months. He still wore black, his hair was still on his shoulders, he was of course still tall."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford and Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nThe two young women had left the door open for whenever Tagus returned and to keep the air from stagnating. Amaryllis preferred it this way. It made her feel less cooped up, and she enjoyed watching the guests walk by her room. It was so interesting to see all the different people come through here, especially since the majority of them were much higher-class than she. It was fascinating to see how the other half lived! \n\nShe had just finished her conversation with Josephine when she heard the clomping of boots down the hall. It was that sound that caught her attention and caused her to open her eyes, peering at the door to see who was walking by. Those sounded like heavy boots, work boots, and that piqued her curiosity. The majority of the people here at the inn wore slippers or riding boots or anything but something so heavy. Another knight? Perhaps Tagus had returned!\n\nShe perked up even more at this thought, but the figure that entered her field of vision through the rather small door was not Tagus. It was, however, a figure she recognized. Her eyes widened in shock and she gawked at him openly, her mind racing as she tried to determine whether that very same mind was playing tricks on her. She hadn't seen him in months! Not since the shifter attack.\n\nHe was apparently in the room right across from her, for he turned and slid his key in the lock of the room right across the way, giving Amaryllis a good view of his profile. She'd remember that long hair and sharp features- as well as those dark clothes and wraith-like height- absolutely anywhere! It was so strange, seeing him again, and she debated whether she should call out to him or not. What if she was wrong? That would be embarrassing... But still, she found that she was willing to risk it. She wanted to speak to the man that had saved her life again; to thank him for all that he had done and perhaps repay him in some small way, if she could! \n\n\"Col!\" She called out, though her voice was so weak that she feared he wouldn't hear her and would go right into his room without noticing her. \"Col!\" She called again, louder this time. \"It's me, Amaryllis! The girl you saved from the shifter!\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nJosephine couldn't find an answer to her friend's rant about nothing changing. She was also victim of having the firm belief that she was stuck. Stuck inside four walls for the rest of her life based on status and overprotection. It was hard to imagine her father being almost paranoid about her at times, about her safety and well-being, but the honest expression of his care was rarely seen. He contributed with teachings more than feelings, although his understanding of them was sound. His problem was to share, moreso than guide.\n\nBut no one is stuck. Not until that person sticks itself in, right? Josephine didn't want to believe that. People could make change happen. One needed more than to wish it, but with effort there would be accomplishment, no? They couldn't just limit themselves on what others thought of them, on what limits another established before they were even born. As much good as civilization brought to Marin, the dark nature of humanity twisted most, if not all human constructs, for the languages that were erected together could go to war against each other.\n\nJosephine shared the curiosity with which the silence in their bedroom was invested in the wooden planked hall outside. The heavy thuds on the floor made the noble's curiosity pique, large greens focused on the passages of people to and from their rooms. She glanced at a man she wanted to be Tagus, his successful return from the mission given to him. Was she brash in telling him to go immediately, without Lord Roderick around? Did they have time to consider it? Not really.\n\nThere was a warm rush of blood into the cheeks of Josephine. She was surprised when her friend started to call out and it was a name she never heard before. It didn't take long for her to realize Amaryllis was trying to get the attention of the knight who had just passed by their room.\n\n\"Do you know him, Ryllis?\" Josephine asked as her butt slid off the bed to the side, where her feet met the floor and balanced her frame over them, standing straight. She hurried to the door in place of her friend, for Amaryllis was still recovering.\n\n\"Let me help you!\" The girl said, turned to Amaryllis. Then she popped her head out of the bedroom and into the hallway, calling out to the knight as well.\n\n\"Sir Col! Sir Col!\" The young girl exclaimed, hopefully getting the attention Amaryllis was trying to get. It seemed her friend knew this person and was quite happy to see him, so the least she could do was make sure this man saw her.\n\nThe wooden floor in front of the witch stirred. The black iron nails that boarded planks were undone, jutting out of their insertion to levitate in front of the old crone, followed by the snapping of wood and reform of its shape. Below the flat surface turned furniture was a cold wind that pushed the pieces upward in their assimilation, creating a small table and a stool, both made for the purpose of sitting the young knight in front of her. Like a moth attracted to flame, young Tagus sat on the stool and was guided to place both his hands on the table. His knuckles felt the hard and cold surface, fingers and thumb extended to allow the wizened woman to observe the lines of the calloused palm of the warrior. She slid the wrinkled fingers of her hands between strands of grey hair, then pulled them aside to reveal her full face and eyes, each directed at a single palm.\n\nTagus gulped at the sight of the pair of greyed orbs, each gazing at an opposite direction, left to left and right to right. The vision of the crazed woman became intense in such a way that he felt light headed, and then sleepy. Rolf tried to move, but he realized he couldn't. His hand was glued to the hilt of his sword, but when he tried to move it, his fingers and palm trembled, his arm shook. He grit his teeth and tried to speak out, but his tongue rolled up inside his mouth and clogged the back of his throat. The air he breathed was thinned, as rare as the possibility of breaking away from incomprehensible chains. A drop of sweat ran down from his bald head and through his temple, across the ebony cheek to fall to the ground from the side of his chin. The witch leaned her head forward. Her back hunched as her gaze hovered over the hands of the young warrior. She smiled and looked at his face, the burden of the past bearing on his shoulders.\n\nTagus' mind found itself in the grasp of an outside power wrapping tendrils around it like a cage, with tips protruding in a quest to make memory regress. His eyes were open wide and the hues of brown thinned to give expansion to their black pupils. The boy's head collapsed between his hands, inert, and the witch placed her own hands on his head, on its back. Her eyes were still distant of the center, right orb on left hand of the knight and left orb on his right. They sought the origin, birthplace in Raunkastel, Taemar. Her homeland as much as his. Tagus felt a rhythmic beat inside of his body and was made conscious of his heart and its blood pumping hot. Darkness surrounded him. A light distant and near caressed his face, made smooth and small, moldy and sweet. A baby's face, then a baby's body, the new being on a man's lap, covered in blood and placenta. The sharp knife cut the cord, the sound of flesh ripped muffled by the screech and cry of the newborn. He was passed from healer to assistant to mother, who embraced him with a bond knotted before birth, in the time he was inside her womb. The woman panted, her body ridden in sweat, inner thighs covered in blood and half a mind to fade to black. But her happiness for her baby was such, it reinvigorated her. She held onto that notion of strength and held him, held him until the door of the dimly lit room was opened and a man clad in steel rushed to her side.\n\nIn the little lodge nestled deep inside the dark cavern, the witch smiled. She could see the face of the gallant knight who stood by his wife's side.\n\n\"Durius.\" She muttered."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nHe flinched a little at the sound of his name in both the women's tones of voices. It was the last thing he expected walking into a place he'd never been before. Frankly, it was always a bit of a shock when people remembered his name at all. He also wasn't quite used to people addressing him as Sir yet. It still sounded wrong and part of him longed for the days of a simple *Hey, you.* \n\nHe turned to get a glimpse of Josephine, but he didn't know her so he just stared for a second before he noticed Amaryllis on the bed behind her. It had been so long, and he still had some lingering guilt about leaving her after the shifter attack. He did attempt to go back to check on her, but his training schedule wouldn't allow it. He also assumed she either died of her injuries or she got married so someone would have to take care of her. To see her lying in bed, pale, seemingly sweaty from the little glisten on her forehead make him shake his head. \n\nShe wasn't alone, so he stopped just short of entering the doorway before Josephine. He was polite and gave a quick nod of the head to her before he looked over her head for a moment to speak with Amaryllis behind her. \n\n\"I thought we had an agreement, you were supposed to leave the fighting to me because it doesn't end well for you.\" He smirked a little, \"I ought to make you train through your pain, so I won't have to see you recovering anymore.\" Col's mind always went to battle instantly. He assumed she was healing from another injury. \"Tell me you didn't chase after that shifter... I don't like to risk my life for stubborn women.\" \n\nHe looked back to Josephine with a raised eyebrow, \"You an accomplice to her madness?\""
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"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\n\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone\n\nKharlyle's men surrounded Rhoderick from his back, his his left, and his right, two men each grabbing his arms in such a way that they were fully extended out of his sides, his elbows and palms facing behind him. \nDespite the perceived and visible pain of the position Rhoderick was forced into, there was no evidence of it in his appearance, still maintaining his figure. \n\"Al'wight, that looks fine, jus' bring im' up 'ere, yeah?\" Kharlyle pointed to the empty space in front of him, at least six and a half feet in the air, as he was still upon his horse. The men without hesitation lifted him by his arms in such a fashion that they would surely both break at the shoulders. He was lifted far past his legs being able to touch the ground, his face maybe a foot away from Kharlyle's. Still, Albert maintained his composure, though almost certainly internally wincing at the pain.\n\nKharlyle sat back on his horse for seconds after his men hoisted Rhoderick, waiting for recognition of Albert's pain, which to his surprise, never came. A lipped smile crept along his face, as he squinted at Rhoderick.\n\n\"Hmm, do you remember the one compliment I gave you boy, about that, the one thing that made you stand out against every other man who's asked us to help us take Northwind?\" Kharlyle waited response for this question he didn't see as rhetorical."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant \n\nAmaryllis' eyes lit up with happiness at the sight of Col coming to the doorway. His tall, dark form seemed to block out all else, not that she minded. It was so good to see him again! She never would have expected that, in all actuality. She had come to believe that she would simply never see him again, and that she would never get to repay him or even thank him for saving her life. \n\nYet, here he stood. A little giggle escaped her when he said that they had an agreement. She had never seen him smile! Granted, they hadn't exactly met under smiling circumstances. She was amused by his teasing and smiled back at him, her eyes shining with mirth. Really, this was the most life that she had shown since she came down with her illness. \n\nThe excitement got to her and she sat up a bit in bed, giving him an impish grin as she said enthusiastically, \"Oh yes! We're a couple of loons! Together, we chased after the shifters and, wouldn't you know it, they invited us to sit down to tea and enjoy a nice meal?\" She giggled again, but the giggle soon turned into a groan as she laid back into the pillows again. Too much exertion seemed to rile up the illness again.\n\nShe closed her eyes for a few moments to compose herself, then said in a softer voice that was bereft of all mirth. \"I don't think I'll be chasing after anything for a while... Have you heard of the wolfmen in the hills? Of their attacks on villages? And the slaughter...\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAlthough Josephine was absent minded of seeing the man when she called out to him, following him on the whim of her friend's calling rather than anything else, she had the opportunity to look him up close when he stepped back through the hall and short of the doorway where the young noble stood. She gazed at him with her large and round green eyes, jaded orbs that shimmered with the stricken reflection of candlelight on the irises and a stronger brightness of mirrored light of yellow in the black of her pupils. Col had the appearance of a knight, added the presence, if the armour was what made the man. He resembled her knights in a sense, with shoulders clad broad and strong and a stoic expression to his face that was only broken after he glanced over Josephine's shoulder and into the room. From that, he could peer at Amaryllis and recognize his friend, the girl he saved from the jaws of the shapeshifter.\n\nIt was Col's remark that made Josephine remember how Amaryllis had the limp on one of her legs. He spoke quite openly with her, even though the shepherdess was just that - a peasant with a flock. Well, she had flock no longer. Yet, he did naught to divide their ranks, their status or the difference in their lives and worth. If he was a knight, he was a true one, barred from the influence of the higher castes of nobility. At least, that was what the man transpired. The young girl was glad that he was like so and not like the regular guests of the Gallant Pheasant. Aristocracy could be plain pompous and arrogant, easy to avoid those donning little else but rags. Her blond hair was unkempt, for the young girl found no time to enjoy the relaxation of a bath as long as her friend was in such a weak condition. Ever since Amaryllis' collapse at the rhythm of the caravan, the young Merovingian didn't leave her side once.\n\nJosephine was face to face with the man that saved Amaryllis when she was attacked. There was a sense of awe in her deep stare, perhaps because she never thought she'd meet her friend's hero in the flesh. Her soft skin wrinkled and the fine features of her face curved in the manifestation of a smile, genuine and welcoming- warm. Josephine nodded when Col asked her if she was an accomplice to the shepherdess' madness, making the dirty and curly strands of her unwashed hair wave and flow in the rhythm of her affirmative gesture. \"Ryllis has been our guide and friend for the past few suns!\" She said, her spirits high and her tone sweet and friendly. \"Please, come inside! No need to stay at the door and leave room for gossip!\" Such was the existence of the high class. For them, a man standing at the door of a woman's room was suggestive. Were he to disappear and the door to be closed, the eyes could not reach and the whispers could not be threaded.\n\nAmaryllis inserted the words where Josephine left a blank past the affirmation in her nod. The shepherdess was giggling, enthused and beaming with life. The noble was especially happy when she saw the expressions in Amaryllis take form, only to be shot down by the sudden groan. She hurried to her friend's side- not running, but barely walking either. Her steps were true and swift, which led her to stand beside the other girl, the young woman, and lay her left hand on the forehead of the recovering girl. She wasn't burning hot like earlier in the morning, but she was far from being in a zone of comfort. The progress of recovery was a slow one. Though in contrast to the people dying from the wolfman disease, Amaryllis was doing quite well and gaining her strength back at a nice pace.\n\nShe didn't want to think about it, but Amaryllis' questions to the knight about the wolfmen made her remember the still fresh memories of the barbarian raid on Midde. A town was turned to ashes because of the savages, and her friend was in this state because of it. Neither had any fond memories beyond the late evening spent at the tavern. How cruel for such a pleasant night to turn dark and sour. The brightness of joy in Josephine's eyes was shadowed by the concern for her friend, deep-rooted in her heart. She was also worried for her knights' sake: Tagus and Rolf, for whom she could only hope and pray their safe return from Camira and their promise, *His* Promise.\n\n\"Please help yourself to the food we ordered! There's not much left because Amaryllis ate most of it, but we can always ask for more!\" She said. It was an effort to remove the sad frown on her face and swipe a short but honest smile at Sir Col. It was also a joke.\n\nJosephine's hand was idle on the forehead of her friend. Her thumb caressed the soft skin over the hard bone of the skull. Her gaze met with Col's and then Amaryllis' as she observed and absorbed, for the moment was one to cherish, and Sir Col was a person to remember. A friend of her friend is her friend. But it was then that it hit her. She knew Col's name, but he didn't hers. Josephine didn't know if he cared at all, truth be told, but she was still lacking a show of proper manners.\n\n\"My name is Josephine, Sir Col. It is a pleasure to meet you!\"\n\nThe girl kept her last name to herself. It was likely that Sir Col didn't know of her family, but likely all the same that he did. She just wanted him to continue talking with them like so, three individuals, with status be damned."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nCol picked up on Amaryllis' sarcasm, but he could only scoff because he could almost believe it. She was so determined to protect that flock that she was trying to fight off the shifter with a pitchfork stuck out of her leg. He nodded, \"Well, I'm delighted to hear things ended amicably.\" Josephine said that Amaryllis had been a guide for her for a little while, and it was nice to know that she was up and running again after her injury. He was about to comment on that, but Amaryllis seemed to be ill. He wrinkled his brow a bit at her groan and the sight of her sinking back into her bed. He was extremely curious when she mentioned the wolfmen, he'd heard of them. He had yet to have an encounter with them though. \"Aye, I've heard.\" \n\nWhen Josephine invited him in to keep the gossip down, laughed shortly. Clearly, she was some sort of high born. People didn't gossip about people they didn't care about. No one cared about people like Col. He did as she asked though. He walked into the room and shut the door, sticking by it while Josephine helped Amaryllis. Clearly there was something wrong with her, she looked so weak. \"The wolfmen did this?\" He asked curiously. He could see clearly now that she wasn't exactly injured, and poison didn't seem to be a good weapon for a bunch of wild men from the North. It was strange. This was something he hadn't heard about them. \n\nJosephine was kind enough to introduce herself, and he would have liked to introduce himself but she already knew his name. \"Josephine,\" He repeated her name, \"Just Col.\" He took a few steps closer. He definitely wasn't a nurse. He was useless in illness. Honestly, he'd rather hoped she had another pitchfork stuck in her. He could deal with that easier. He looked down at her then asked, \"What's wrong with her?\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nAmaryllis reached her hand up and took Josephine's hand from her forehead, giving the younger woman a tired little smile as she said, \"I'm alright, Josephine.\" She didn't want her new friend to worry, but she didn't want her old friend to worry either, so she turned her attention to Col as she said, \"I was in Middle when it was attacked, along with Josephine and Tagus. Ended up in a scuffle with the wolfmen,\" She said \"Scuffle\" So as to make it sound like less than it was, \"And ended up cut by their blades or something. I don't know. It seemed like a small wound at the time, but as we joined the caravan and came here, I grew sicker and sicker. Collapsed in the middle of the caravan, and Tagus picked me up and brought me to a healer. Whether through his efforts or some miracle from the gods, I don't know, but I seem to be getting better. Really, I'm fine now. Just... Tired easily.\"\n\nShe gave him a little smile as she said, \"Though I think I shall do my best to stay away from anything remotely like a wolf from now on. First it was a shifter in the form of a wolf, then it was a bunch of... *Beasts* That seem to worship or honor wolves in some sense. I would much rather meet a real wolf!\" \n\nShe shook her head and then gestured for him to take a seat on the chair near her bed as she said, \"Please, sit down, if you have the time. I don't want to hold you up. I'm sure you must be busy! I... I...\"\n\nThe humor was gone now and tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at him. She felt rather embarrassed for getting so emotional all of a sudden. Gods, she seemed to be running through all the emotions in the course of this conversation! \"I never... I never got to thank you for saving my life, Col. I... Those words sound so little and unimportant in comparison to what you've done for me. I owe you my life, Col... I want to do whatever I can to repay you for what you did.\"\n\nLord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nRhoderick gritted his teeth in pain as he was surrounded by the men and taken hold of. The pain only heightened when they hoisted him heavenwards by his arms, leaving him outstretched as if suspended upon a cross. The pain was intense, burning through his shoulders and sending white-hot agony through him as his shoulder blades ground against one another and tendons groaned from being pulled as taught as a string on a bow. Worse than the pain in his shoulders, however, was the fact that he couldn't breathe correctly. As the Whylder men lifted him heavenward, his shoulders were scrunched together and he was left dangling, unable to push himself upwards for more air. He could only get faint gasps of air into his lungs, but it was enough. \n\nYet, it seemed as if Kharlyle would require a sacrifice, and if it meant that he would one day rule Northwind, then Rhoderick was willing to make whatever sacrifices were needed to win that throne. He knew, of course, he would never just waltz in and take the throne, especially with De Burgh's conniving way of marching an army in for the funeral and making claim to head of council on the basis of \"The good\" Of Northwind. No, the throne would only be won through pain and suffering; through bloodshed and a cloaked hand. At the end of this, it was entirely likely that he would either find himself crucified by his own deeds, or John de Burgh would lie dead at his feet.\n\nHe kept his face stoic throughout the agony he was enduring, never letting on how much pain he was in. His father had taught him that one. If you showed pain, you only fed the fury and the blows would rain down upon you harder than ever before. \n\nThere was a pause before he responded as he tried to gather some composure, for he didn't want the pain to creep into his voice and make him falter. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and gazed intently back at Kharlyle, his own lips curling into a twisted smile. \"I already knew that I was different from anyone else,\" He replied rather haughtily. \"But I'm glad you opened your eyes enough to see it.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nThe red hues of sunset pierced the window into the bedroom. The few candles scattered around cupboard and table were not yet lit. At dusk, the bedroom fell into penumbra when the sun nestled beyond the hills to the west of Iron Gate. Light dimmed, then became null. The telling of tale made Josephine's subtle grey darken with worry. Amaryllis was not telling the truth, though the noble understood the motive. Perhaps. She guessed it could be the idea forming *With* The word spoken. Memories brought from ashen cloud to lungs to rake the throat and make one choke.\n\nTheir faces were many.\n\nSome angry, some grinning foul, others—droolers. They had beards, some, full blown black and brown. Others, the resemblance of one. They were young and old, some older than most, rarest in warborn packs. Those used to die first. From the youngest, none without a hint of fur true. Their eyes were black, all black of night and dread. They wanted to harm and to abuse, to strike fear and let none live. In the end, they wanted to kill. Josephine felt an exalted breath inward and breathed out heavily. She grimaced first, then frowned and looked at Col.\n\n\"It was not a scuffle, Col.\" She said, her chin trembled, lips quivered. \"We were—we were overwhelmed..!! If it weren't for Lord Roderick we'd be dead!\" Young Josephine spoke true. \"And Amaryllis was-she is so selfless and caring!\" Her eyes wriggled open wide and sprouted tears from under the right orb, three crystal drops, swollen on her lower lid. They dropped, to the skin of the arm and the back of Amaryllis' hand. \"But we made it! We all did!\" The young girl was having spikes of radiant joy, or attempts at molding the atmosphere stomp heavy to a lighter mood. Instead, Amaryllis opened up to a flood of raw emotion. She thanked Col for saving her life. She was so humble and-\n\nLight.\n\nDarkness tried to sweep the room clear. Josephine nurtured the young woman with a caress of her knuckles and fingers against the battered and sweaty face of her friend. She pulled her hand away and took a step back, leaving the two for a conversation more private, though she'd remain in the bedroom. Josephine also had light the candles, and perhaps the fireplace. She didn't shirk from using what was available to her rental of the room.\n\nTime after time, a beacon was lit. It was small, flickering meek, but soon it was joined by its kind. Brightness from fire. The same fire that brought Midde to ash.\n\nJosephine gazed at the candle. Tagus wasn't back yet."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nCol looked back and forth between the two of them as they spoke. Amaryllis was trying to lessen the impact of the story it seemed, by Josephine's contradiction anyway. From what he'd heard of the wolfmen, it seemed like Josephine's version was more likely. However, all his rational thoughts went out the window at the display of tears. \n\nHe didn't do well with tears. He was offered a chair, but he couldn't exactly remember how to sit. His brain just fired rapidly when people, especially women cried in front of him. All he could do was wait for it to be over. He watches Josephine walking around the room lighting candles for a moment before Amaryllis mentioned repaying him for saving her life, \"Stop crying and don't die.\" \n\nIt was brief, but he was proud of it. \n\nHe ran his hand through his hair for a moment to try to piece together the story. They were traveling somewhere, attacked, rescued, unbeknownst to them poisoned. Amaryllis had the worst luck in all of Marin and she seemed to be spreading it to the Lady lighting the fireplace which... Almost was enough to get a chuckle out of him because in his experience Ladies didn't often light fireplaces. \n\nHe looked at the chair again, but decided to remain standing once more. He let the tone of the room die down a little before he asked Josephine, \"Are her symptoms getting better or worse?\" He looked over to Amaryllis, \"I'd ask you, but you seem to think I can't handle the truth. That, or you're delirious from whatever illness or poison you've come into contact with. Do we know which it is?\" \n\nFrankly, he was hoping for poison. There were antidotes available if you knew where to look. Illness was an entirely different animal."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis wiped her eyes and her nose with the sleeve of her dress and sniffled a bit. She could see Col's discomfort at seeing two weeping women. Lord knows he didn't hide it very well! There was a pause as she tried to compose herself, and once the flow of tears stopped, she looked up at Col and said, \"I'm sorry, Col. I didn't mean to get all emotional and weird and make you uncomfortable. I just... It's been a lot. You saved my life... By all rights, I should be dead. And now I should be dead twice over!\"\n\nThe tears that had dripped from Josephine's bright green eyes had already dried upon her skin, mingling with the tears that Amaryllis had wiped away. Although Amaryllis couldn't explain why, she felt a bit better after crying. The pain she had felt a moment ago had subsided, and she felt stronger again. This time, however, she didn't push herself. She didn't rise from the pillows or exert herself in any way. She didn't want another flare-up, certainly, especially not with Col and Josephine here to worry about her. \n\nShe smiled a bit at is forthright and brisk, \"Stop crying and don't die.\" That was so like Col, really. She remembered how bewildered she had been by his brisk nature and matter-of-fact ways. She could still distinctly remember him saying, \"You're lucky for the snow too. It's probably the only reason you're alive, so ask yourself. Do you want to keep living or do you want to go shifter hunting... In the middle of a blizzard... While half your blood is pooling around your arse,\" And how he had ripped out the pitchfork on two, even though he said it would be on three. But that was what she had needed at the time. Anyone else wouldn't have kept her alive, most likely. And perhaps he was, in part, what she needed now. Someone to ground her to earth again.\n\nShe rolled her eyes a bit when he said she didn't seem to think that he could handle the truth, and in spite of his attempt to circumvent her, she replied for Josephine.\n\n\"I'm getting better!\" She replied firmly, leaving no room for argument. \"You should have seen me just a short while ago. I mean, I don't know exactly what I looked like, but I remember a lot of screaming and terrible dreams... And darkness... So much darkness...\" She shook her head and continued after a brief pause. \"I don't know whether it's poison or disease. I don't think anyone does... But only those that have been cut by the wolfmen are displaying symptoms, and nobody here in Iron Gate is getting sick.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\nTagus\nA Cavern in the Mountains\n\nIt was curious how the Weave threaded laces between strings. Peering at the flickering flame of a single candle, Josephine whispered a prayer. The short versed words ended and grounded her to the conversation next to her. She realized a bit too late that Col asked her a question, for Amaryllis was speaking for her and herself, regarding the matter. She liked how Amaryllis was outspoken with her condition, though it was truly more of a mask donning strength at the moment. The blisters may have well vanished from her body, or the regions affected were much better so. Josephine joined the circle, standing once more beside Amaryllis. She had meek smile under the gloomy frown of her brows. Her eyes peered at Col Jude's, then at Amaryllis'. She nodded at the words of her friend and turned her attention to Col, speaking her mind.\n\n\"We know of a cure, we hope.\" Her face was ridden with worry. \"Tagus is out there, trying to find the Winter's Fire.\" But then her face brightened. She smiled warmly. \"Ryllis dreamed of the flower. We might be able to help the people suffering from this affliction!\" Her eyes were ridden with the candle lights, dilated gleam in the hope, or maybe it was the trust, in her friend's vision.\n\nCold.\n\nThe first thing Tagus thought about was cold. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy. His left cheek was against something rough and cold. Rock. He made the effort of opening his dark brown eyes to see the glowing mushrooms on the rocken walls of the tunnel's dead end. In front of him sat the witch, eyes covered by her long grey strands of dense hair. She was grinning behind the veil, her eyes wide, bordering insane. Or was it lucid?\n\nThe second thing that Tagus thought about was the headache from thinking, which made him try not to think, but think more, because his mind was riddled with questions and worries. How long had it been since he passed out? All he remembered was birth and a word. What was that word? He was always in the dark then, he never really knew who held him except his mother, maybe his father.\n\nMaybe?\n\nWhy was it hard to remember who his father was? He couldn't draw a face, it was blank. The boy was anxious. His face did nothing to hide his fear. He wasn't able to look away from the witch after lifting his head from the rock table. It was as if the ground jutted up to fit purpose. So was the hard stone his rear sat at. Strange. Frightening. The green glow of mushrooms made everything ever more eery. Was it all... A hallucination?\n\n\"Questions, questions, and time. Your friend is gone already. So much of a knight!\" She cackled an excited laugh. \"It was entertaining to break his will.\"\n\n\"Who are you? Wh-what did you do?\" Tagus asked, then immediately gulped. Bitter. It was a bitter taste.\n\n\"I just laid a finger. We will see if I can arrange all the ingredients for the concoction.\" Her lips stretched a smile. There was a tiny sparkle of fondness in her pupils. It didn't strike her ashen hues.\n\n\"Wh-what?\" Tagus shook his head and clenched his eyelids. His lips were pursed. It was almost like a wild spasm in the aftermath of deep scrying. He felt overburdened.\n\n\"Nevermind. Take the bag by the exit. It will be what you seek. Remember the word.\"\n\nThe mushrooms swelled and then popped. The green clog became a hazy mist of paleness in the color naturally associated with nature.\n\nHe jolted from his seat awake.\n\nHis eyes scoured the now dark Cavern. He stood up and took one hand to his head. It hurt. He couldn't see well. But he could see silver light, of the illusion of it in his will. It was still the same cave after all."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nHearing that Amaryllis was getting better was great news. He didn't know her condition before, but hearing her describe what she remembered was quite enough. It seemed like poison to him since no one else was contracting this illness, and it gave him a slight bit of hope until Josephine said that Amaryllis dreamed of a flower. \n\nHe cleared his throat then pointed to Amaryllis laying on the bed, \"This woman. Bedridden with fever and probably poisoned dreamed of a flower to cure herself in her fitful sleep, and you sent a man to fetch it?\" He looked between the two of them again. \n\nHe clearly was much less hopeful or trusting of her vision. It sounded absolutely mad when he said it out loud, but it was obvious that he was alone in that opinion. \"The others who are suffering from this has had no luck in a cure, I'm assuming?\" \n\nThe situation seemed pretty hopeless from where he was standing. They had men out on the quest for a magical flower, Amaryllis was recovering but who knew how long that was going to last, and there didn't seem to be any known cure. Putting their faith in a magical flower was making more sense by the second.\n\n\"We have two options,\" He said, reminiscent of the choices he gave Amaryllis when the shifter attacked. \"We can either sit here, wait for the magic flower...\" He looked between the two of them. \"Or, we can see if there is anyone else recovering from this kind of attack. See if they have a less... Difficult.. Cure.\""
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"message": "Rolf,\nThe Wilderness Near Iron Gate\n\nWide eyes. They were throbbing and horrified. Sweat ran freely down the dark, near ebony skin of the man, the rock and pebble flew quickly past his blurred gaze streaming tears. His thick lower lip was trembling under the rattling sound of teeth gritting. Rolf stopped next to one of the pine trees scattered down the last slope of the mountain. He fell, a slump of flesh and steel that rustled and banged, to his knees. His right hand felt the roughness of the trunk beside him and his head turned to peer back behind him.\n\n\"No. No! Stay away!\" He cried out, face ridden in terror. The memories of his past took form in the cave, fragments from the whole he wanted to forget. What he saw plain on the landscape was a woman, lithe and curvy, striking ebony complexion and bruised face. Her right cheek was open at the cheekbone's outer edge. Her left cheek at the inner. There were purple marks on her jawline and cheeks, her nose was broken. Blood trickled down one of her nostrils slow.\n\nThe Amorothian ran for his sanity, if there was any there. He turned his eyes forward and ran, ran as far as he could. She had to give up, right?"
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, and Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nAmaryllis glanced at her friend with a look of concern. She knew that Josephine was worried about Tagus and the mission she had sent him on. The two of them were so close... She could only imagine how heartbroken Josephine would be if she were to lose Tagus, and even more so if she lost him because of a mission that she had sent him on.\n\nCol's ridicule probably was't helping anything either. \"It's our only hope,\" Amaryllis replied firmly. \"I know it sounds crazy, and maybe nothing will come of Tagus' quest, but the lives of hundreds rest upon a cure. None has been found yet. No one in Iron Gates has survived it. Some have clung to live longer than others, but it is only a matter of time. They worsen every day...\" She shook her head as the images of the horrid sickness ran through her mind. Perhaps it was better for those suffering if their lives ended, especially if no cure was found soon...\n\n\"You're welcome to go searching for someone that has survived though, Col,\" She continued after a pause. \"I don't hold out hope that you will find one, but you can try. I don't... I don't understand why I'm still alive.. When so many others are dead.\" She shook her head and closed her eyes once more, though no tears came. \"Some think I'm a witch... Because of my dream and my survival... If you can find someone else that has survived, it would make this all seem less strange.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nThe young noble had read of visions and dreams, of people that could reach into the future and interpret it for owner to understand. However, the experience made her confident, along with the fact her friend was the one who had dreamt and spoken of the flower. Josephine believed Amaryllis as much as she believed Camira and her stories. The naive girl was too trusting, some would say, but then they were never trusted to see her like this. Glad, but concerned. Happy, but sad. She felt both not because Ryllis was her friend, bt due to her condition. Had the shepherdess not been ill, she'd be the utmost happy barred of the ugliness of the world.\n\n\"The gods may have well spoken for her!\" She said, loyal to the dogma of the land. Faithful. Col's skepticism was understandable. It was not the first time she met someone that didn't believe such things. They were rarer to exist, of they did at all, but Josephine believed her father and knew magic was real and that it was very dangerous. Clovis even made her promise. \"I shan't study magic.\" She said back then.\n\n\"Tagus will be here soon, Ryllis. I know he will!\" Josephine was trying to cling to that reality. The thought of him being away for so long, especially on a quest that could be hollow. \"We will help the afflicted!\"\n\n\"When we left the apothecary at the outer rim, the streets were filled with refugees. People attacked by the wolfmen in other towns and villages.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, and Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant\n\nCol didn't believe in anything. Even being raised in the hub of religion, his beliefs were grounded firmly on the earth and things he could prove. Witches or Gods... Neither bothered him because he didn't have a firm belief in either. He exhaled a bit because it was obvious they believed so strongly in Amaryllis' dream. He wasn't a big talker to begin with, so he knew when it was time to just shut up. When Amaryllis said she didn't understand why she was alive he shrugged, \"You're lucky for that.\" \n\nJosephine said the gods may have spoken to her, and he didn't really have a reply. They put their faith in this Tagus, so the only thing he could do was wait with them and try to keep Amaryllis alive until he got there. It seemed like neither of them were focused on just Amaryllis getting better. When Josephine said that they wanted to help everyone that was afflicted he said, \"That's a noble quest.\" \n\nHe wasn't sure what else he could do for them, so he finally just sat in the chair next to Amaryllis' bed that she offered him earlier. He wasn't accustomed to feeling useless."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, and Josephine\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nAmaryllis was silent for a few moments, having sensed Col's discomfort and Josephine's worry. After some time, she finally looked up at her friend and said, \"It will work. Don't worry. I'm sure Tagus will be back by morning.\"\n\nShe then turned her attention to Col and said, \"And what of you, Col? What happened after you left? I... I hadn't really expected you to stay, but I didn't expect you to leave so soon either. I... Well, thank you for everything you did. I wouldn't have survived without your help. Nobody else came to help me, certainly. I hope you haven't had any run-ins with shifters since then!\" She smiled somewhat teasingly at that, but there was little doubt that she hated shifters and any subhuman creatures. \"And is there anything that I can do for you? I owe you...\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nWhat a day.\n\nIt was about to turn worse as evening fell.\n\nRoderick left the citadel with Maverick and Hausel as his wings. He walked the fine cobble of the inner rings of Iron Gate, mindless of the design of the front and windows. To each their own, and it was common sense in true knighthood to not give in to the trivialities of things. Fashion didn't bother him, gossip was earned in value and reliability. Petty things were left for petty men.\n\nThey arrived at the Gallant Pheasant. There were two torches that lit the entrance, each at a side of the oaken door. There was \"Welcome\" Carved on its center, fine calligraphy on the wood. Roderick pushed the door open and entered the bar area past the greeting hallway. The inn was comfortable with its different sections, but the building was rather large. The bar was just on the right of the entry hall, where Howitzer was waiting for them and the others.\n\n\"Lord Roderick.\" Howitzer acknowledged the presence and rank of his senior and nodded at him. His eyes were locked with the Knight Commander's.\n\nRoderick was concerned, doubly so after he asked Howitzer how the trip to the apothecary go. There were some details left out or added in, natural of mouth to mouth and perspective in the reception of the message. But the facts were there was a plague, which he already knew about, and Amaryllis had it, but survived.\n\n\"Josephine will want to wait for her complete recovery.\" He spoke out loud, but truly to himself. \"Where is Rolf? Is Tagus upstairs with the lady?\" Roderick wasn't necessarily overly concerned, but he did want to get a full update on his group's movement. Perhaps they could be more leisure now that Amaryllis was recovering. But they couldn't flaunt their duties.\n\n\"It so happens that Amaryllis dreamed of a flower that may help against the infection, or whatever it is.\" Howitzer said as he looked down at his superior. Literally, being the tallest of the group. \"Tagus and Rolf went to try and find someone that knows where it is and get it.\"\n\n\"She doesn't look like a *Witch*.\" Hausel added. \"But she reeks of it.\" He said with a sneer.\n\n\"If she is a witch, we made a powerful ally!\" Maverick said, enthused.\n\n\"Her kindness is a mask!\" Hausel retorted. He wasn't really convinced, but he hated her. He hated her for being a peasant smearing a pure lady with her dirt and shit.\n\n\"I *Still* Am not convinced.\" He spoke true, but there was always a mystery in the back of his eye. Roderick was a man of secrets, like many others. What his own were, well. \"I will go upstairs and talk with our Lady. Rest easy, but-\" His words sharpened like knives. \"Ensure order and safety.\"\n\nMorning? Hopefully, yes. But morning?! She wanted Tagus there now and she could be thinking of her eyes swelling, but they didn't. She was relieved that the worry wasn't affecting her so, but her mind couldn't help but think she should have gone with him. But then who would stay with Amaryllis? Tagus was wounded as well, but he could walk and fight. Maybe. Gods, she was so stupid sending him like that, wasn't she?\n\nJosephine grounded herself to the conversation, to Col Jude's answer and to Amaryllis. She managed to fabricate a smile of empathy towards the two and their bond. She really loved meeting others and the way sometimes it was so spontaneous made her heart swell and chest warm up. Of course, she didn't think about the good without the bad. But the bad didn't take place in her mind. It didn't last long. Amaryllis was so giving and thoughtful of others. Col saved her life. Josephine might have felt like that in the same shoes, but it wasn't something she wanted to dwell about. She had her feet and Ryllis had hers. And she was happy they could walk together. Or ride a horse!\n\nJosephine let the two talk between each other, though the silence around them was deafened by the loud knocking on the door. Steel gauntlets hit the wood and bearer announced the name.\n\n\"It's Lord Roderick, my lady.\"\n\nJosephine was twisted in her emotions, reactions to the return of the Knight Commander. She was glad he was back, for it gave her a sense of protection, not alone, accompanied by the sense of his well being. But it also meant protocol, to be less herself, she felt, to be the noble she needed to wear the guise of, although she was. Josephine walked to the door and opened it. She unlocked it first then pulled on the iron knob. Roderick bowed.\n\n\"Good evening, my Lady. How are you and Amaryllis faring?\" He peered over the shoulder of the lithe woman and saw the man, a figure and a face he didn't have a clue about. Roderick wasn't pleased about letting just anyone into the bedroom of the Lady, for the rumors of her being in Iron Gate were surely hit Raunkastel at some point. The last thing they needed was stupid gossip about shirking her duty. The story was point. They followed the caravan and guarded it until they arrived in Iron Gate. Sure, she was wearing traps, but *That* Sticks out more in high end society. It didn't matter away from that. \"May I inquire as to who is your guest, My Lady?\"\n\n\"Oh! His name is Col and he saved Amaryllis from a shifter!\" She said, with praise.\n\nRoderick believed it. Amaryllis told Josephine this, Tagus included, but not the other knights. They knew she had a limp on one of her legs, usually forgetting which. She was attacked by a shapeshifter then, and that knight e side her was her savior. Her hero. It was lucky that they met now that the shepherdess was performing another survival miracle, with the first being Col Jude's timely arrival. Roderick grew the half hearted idea that Amaryllis was a lucky charm. He didn't truly believe it, but she was surviving all the chaos so far, and was fighting for Josephine. It was enough evidence she could be anything, but she was Josephine's friend too. No, it was a miracle. Or something. He had to not care, ultimately, as long as she was getting better.\n\n\"May I come in?\" Roderick asked.\n\nJosephine nodded, her face swept from the smile speaking about Col to a more rigid expression. She walked to the side of Amaryllis and introduced Roderick to the other knight.\n\n\"Col, this is Sir Roderick. He's the leader of the knights accompanying us.\"\n\n\"Greetings.\" Lord Roderick nodded at Col Jude, but he wasn't inserted in a formal way. \"Let us be at ease.\" It had been a long day. For the first time, Josephine saw the Knight Commander relieve himself of protocol.\n\nThe moon peeked from above the buildings."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis asked him what happened, and he dreaded that question. He wasn't sure how to answer honestly without sounding like she didn't matter to him. They were relative strangers, but he did feel a connection to her. He felt somewhat protective over her, he knew what is was like to be cold and alone as well. He didn't want to see anyone suffer through that. He looked over at her, a little stone faced from being put on the spot. He eventually mustered up a reply, \"You really shouldn't thank me anymore than you have, and I've already told you what you owe me.\" He was serious when he told her to stop crying and don't die. \n\n\"I tried to come back,\" He said while adjusting in his chair to face her a little more. \"I was still in training, and I wasn't in a position to leave without permission. I wouldn't have been able to come back if I did something like that. I had to make a choice.\" He felt awful for admitting that to her, but it was the truth. He was silent for a little while before he said, \"If it helps, in my head you recovered, got married to the local pig farmer and finally had someone to take care of you.\" \n\nJosephine's silent panic was lost to him in the moment because he was so focused on Amaryllis. She had every right to hate him. It seemed she found a good friend, a Lady. She didn't need him. He would have understood if she told him to leave.\n\nThe knock on the door made him turn his attention away from her. Josephine went to answer it, but he heard Lord Roderick announce himself from the other side of the door. They made eye contact when he looked over Josephine's shoulder at him, but he didn't say anything until they were introduced. Col returned the nod then stood when the man came in the room. He appreciated him asking to be at ease, \"Aye.\" It had been a long day for him, but the past few hours felt longer than his entire journey so far. He had so much further to travel for the tournament, but he couldn't leave her twice without knowing she would actually survive this. \n\nSo far, Lord Roderick seemed of the human variety. Col felt at ease being in the room with him, so he didn't immediately leave when they had protection even though he was exhausted. At that point, he wasn't going to leave unless Amaryllis wanted him to."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis listened to Col's explanation with interest, though before she could say anything to him, Roderick came into the room. She gave Col a tired little smile, hoping to assuage any fears he might have for her response, then turned her attention to Roderick as she said, \"Hello, sir. Have you heard any more news of what's going on in Iron Gate? Are there any more survivors yet? Col was wondering if anyone else had survived and started getting better, like me, and if so, what helped them.\" She didn't mention his lack of belief in her vision. Admittedly, she didn't quite believe it either! \n\nIt took her a moment to realize that Roderick was less than happy about a stranger-at least to him-being brought into the room, but as soon as she did, she added quickly, \"And I'm sorry for bringing a stranger into the room.\" She bit her lip for a moment, remembering what Josephine had said about the gossip of nobility. What a bunch of cackling hens! Still, she could understand the concern, for Josephine's honor and, well, purity was likely important to her position at court. \"He saved my life when the shifter attacked, and I never got the chance to thank him. I couldn't pass up the opportunity.\"\n\nShe reached out and took Col's hand rather impulsively. Her hand seemed so tiny and small in his, and while she knew that it would likely make him feel quite awkward, she did it more as a show of solidarity than anything else. \n\n\"I know how it might look, sir, but I can assure you that I'll take the fall, if need be. He's my guest, and I'm sure the... The others would believe worse about me than of Josephine, and with ease.\" She was rather afraid that he would send Col away before she got to speak with him, so she continued in a pleading voice, \"Just please don't send him away...\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nCol was quiet while Amaryllis explained the situation, and when she took his hands he just let her. He couldn't help but smirk as the idea of him tainting a Lady's reputation came up in conversation. He took a look at Josephine, she was beautiful. He knew what he looked like, and the thought of a Lady falling for him was pretty laughable. He was scarred, battle-worn... Nothing like the Lords or anyone high born. He scoffed when Amaryllis was finished speaking then looked at Lord Roderick, \"If all else fails. You can just have whoever is gossiping take a look at me. That will immediately dispel any attacks on the Lady's character.\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAny thought that the Knight Commander had on the matter of corrupted relations was smothered by the fact that Col Jude was there as Amaryllis' friend and hero, rather than just a stranger with the intent to court either one of the girls. There were stranger nobles than what he looked like, but if one were to go on about looks rather than character, the journey they went through would be much more different than the way it turned out to be. Roderick had just suggested to be at ease. The last thing on his mind, if it was there, was to kick Col out of the room.\n\nHe was annoyed for a moment prior to walking in, because he didn't know the man and it was a breach in security in some way. However, the lady had the heart and mind to make her own decisions, just like she chose to ask Amaryllis to join them, despite his initial disapproval. The peasant proved to be important to Josephine then, beyond the capabilities of a guide and tracker. He wouldn't be mad about Col Jude.\n\n\"No one is taking any fall.\" He rubbed his scarred face, brown eyes covered by his fingers, then ran them through his slick black hair. \"There is the truth and we will stand by the truth. I heard you already played dead, Amaryllis.\" He stated. \"It's something I will have to talk about with Rolf when he returns.\"\n\nJosephine smiled at the Knight Commander's first words, but the smile changed into a frown when he talked about the event at the apothecary. Howitzer had told him what Rolf shared. The noble wasn't happy about their course of action, but she sure was glad to be safe and sound with Amaryllis back at the Gallant Pheasant.\n\nThe young girl giggled when Col told Roderick about having the gossipers look at him. She didn't find him ugly or disgusting, not at all like some of the perverted minds back in Raunkastel. She was used to the scars of the warriors in her circle. The knights protecting her had their share of wounds left to cover their bodies, and her own father was marked by combat and war. Each scar told a tale, her father said, and she found herself curious about the scars on Col Jude's face and the others she couldn't see. It was not an attraction, at least not like this, but the interest in knowing more about him, like she enjoyed knowing more about Amaryllis.\n\n\"We're fine, Ryllis. Sir Roderick wouldn't be mean like that.\" Josie reassured Amaryllis."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis was rather relieved when Col didn't pull away from her or act awkward about her act of reaching out to him and grasping his hand in her own. Since her family had passed, she had learned to hold onto the people she cared about more, both literally and figuratively, and although she hadn't known him for long, Col was someone she cared about. He had saved her life, and despite the fact that he said her survival and lack of tears were all the payment he needed, she knew she would forever be indebted to him. \n\nShe relaxed even more when Roderick informed them that Col wouldn't have to leave and no one was going to take any fall. She smiled gratefully at Roderick, a warm, if tired smile that lit up her eyes. \"Thank you, sir,\" She said warmly, giving Col's hand a firm squeeze. She had so much to say to Col, but it seemed rude and awkward to continue their conversation with Roderick here now."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nCol looked down at Amaryllis when she squeezed his hand. He figured it was meant to be some sort of assurance that she didn't hate him because of what they'd talk about earlier. She didn't really get to respond, but that was enough for him. That, and the fact that she didn't seem to want him to leave. He nodded to her then gently took his hand away. She didn't feel as feverish as she looked, which was nice to know. Whatever this illness was she seemed to be battling it, and she'd hopefully be fully recovered soon.\n\nHe decided to focus his attention to Lord Roderick, \"Have they told you about the mission? The dream flower.\" He was curious if he allowed it. Just trying to gauge the sanity and tone of the room. He had a few questions, chief among them being *What happens if they don't come back?*..."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nIt was so comforting to see two people close and intimate to each other. Josephine enjoyed seeing the two friends reach out with their hands and hold each other in a moment that was bereft of the sorrows of the outside, although that could only last so much before the reality of the situation sunk in their minds again. But they'd savor the feeling while it lasted. She would to.\n\nAs for Roderick, he wasn't prepared to be questioned so soon after his arrival. Truth be told, the Knight Commander himself had questions to ask Josephine and Amaryllis about what Howitzer told him downstairs. A quest for a *Dream* Flower? Col Jude worded it perfectly. Roderick shared the skepticism of the knight sitting next to Amaryllis, on the side opposite to where the Merovingian heiress stood at. He gazed at Col with a cold touch in his gaze. He clung to logic more than dreams and ideas of dreams. He clung to thoughts and facts rather than visions and the possibility of magic.\n\n\"I was given a rundown by one of my fellow knights,-\" He said, a stoic expression in his rough features. \"-but I still have to ask Amaryllis details about the dream, as well as Josephine why she'd send two knights - one of them wounded - after a flower in a dream.\" His was not a berating tone, but Roderick did little to hide his disapproval. He could understand the urgency of the situation, but to send Tagus, her right hand, and a wounded knight on top of that? Josephine relied heavily on the boy, but at what cost? She relied heavily on folklore and mythos. At what cost? What if they don't return and the refugees keep dying? What good were their efforts for then? His eyes were heavy weights that slumped over Josephine and Amaryllis. He did not want to judge the girls, but he found himself pinning them in his head for the danger Rolf and Tagus could be in."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nRoderick's gaze weighed heavy on her, and she found herself sinking into her bed a bit more, as if she ccould somehow hide from that somewhat accusatory gaze. True, it was her dream that had caused Josephine to send Tagus and Rolf out there... And if the two didn't return, she would never forgive herself. And yet... If they did find the flowers and bring them back, hundreds could be saved! Wasn't that worth the risk?\n\nShe bit her lower lip hard and finally looked away, fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket and not daring to look at Roderick or Col. She could clearly sense their lack of faith in her and their skepticism. She knew it was warranted. After all, a dream about a flower was pretty crazy, but... She bit her lower lip hard and was silent, deciding that it was best if she not speak unless spoken too, or unless Josephine needed her to come to her defense."
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"message": "Barmayaa,\nA Cavern in the Mountains,\n\nHow easy and entertaining to mess with righteous knights. They turn right until you see they turned left, once, twice, as many needed to twist their souls and corrupt their hearts. The dark skinned knight was a pit of anger and guilt. In his memories the witch scried, she could see the bottomless pit of bitterness, and the deeds, none chivalrous in his dark rooted past. Did he want to redeem himself? Did he want to be pardoned or—was he just running away?\n\nThe notion that it was highly likely to be the latter made her lips twitch and stretch into a malicious smirk. The little bug she played with and put in the man's mind would haunt and drive him mad, perhaps. Oh, how she wanted him to break into pieces and go utterly mad. She reveled in the certainty that he was but a demon without salvation, damned to remember now more than ever, remember until he could no longer. Until the pain of the blade was sharpest and instant, better than the slow death of being devoured by his conscience.\n\nAnd what of Tagus?\n\nHis was a strong soul, a will growing to be quite like that of the man whose face she blurred out of his head. But so young and raw, with so much to sculpt and define. She gave him a charge through trade, a fair deal for the properties of the flowers she bestowed upon him. In her eyes, she was quite kind, was she not? Outside the cavern where Barmayaa resided, lonely and insane, echoes of her maddened laugh rolled down the mountain range."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nCol understood the tone and Lord Roderick's disapproval of the plan in the way he expressed it. Clearly he wasn't the only skeptic in the room, which frankly after the tears, was a relief. He nodded as a response. Assuming his mind went to the same place. Ladies were used to sending knights off, and hearing that a task was either completed or not. Only knights and their lords were used to knights not coming back though. Lord Roderick could send another to replace this Tagus if he truly believed in the mission, but his tone seemed to crush that possibility. The chances of them returning decreased significantly in Col's mind when he said that one of them was injured. \"Hm,\" Was the only response he could muster for that. He refused to look at either Amaryllis or Josephine in that moment. He was sure that reality was going to hit them any second, and he wasn't going to stand for any more tears. \n\nHe didn't believe in witches in the woods, but there were tribes that didn't care much for outsides coming in to pick their flowers. One and half knights verses a whole tribe didn't seem like good odds. Everyone seemed to be having the same thought, but there was nothing for Col to do. He didn't have any authority, he didn't have any solution either. They'd either come back or they wouldn't.\n\nThe good news was that Amaryllis seemed to be recovering from it without the flower. \n\nClearly Lord Roderick wanted to speak with them in private, so he could at least remedy that. He walked towards the door when Lord Roderick said he had to speak with the both of them. \"I'm across the hall if needed,\" He said before he opened the door then looked back to Amaryllis, \"Or wanted.\" He closed it then finally made his way to his room."
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\n\"Something had to be done and you weren't here, Knight Commander!\" The teen barked. She was defensive in her remark, although she knew her decision was to blame. More so than her belief in Amaryllis' dream. Josephine caught herself in the midst of her teeny fit and swallowed. The taste was sour in her mouth. \"So many people have died already... I only wanted to save those that haven't fallen yet!\" Her eyes were blood red of previous tears and the chance of more stinging her gaze and permeating her cheeks. They did not. She held them in.\n\nRoderick nodded and took a step forward. He was old and experienced, whereas she was young and naive. The Knight Commander laid his left hand on Josephine's right shoulder and sighed deeply. \"It should not be left unsaid that I trust the men you sent on this quest.\" He reassured her. \"But if the matter was urgent, you should come directly to me. I was accompanied by two knights. I could relieve one from one task to help the others in another.\"\n\n\"I-I...\" Josephine slumped her head and shoulders, staring at the bottom, at the floor.\n\nRoderick cupped her small and soft chin with his right hand's index finger and tilted her head up so he could see her full about face surrounded by her unkempt, dark blond hair. He gazed straight at her eyes, his dark browns were reflected in the round and green of the girl's, stricken golden. \"I understand.\" He said plainly. \"We won't discuss this further. I will post one of the knights at the outer gates. If-.. When they return, they will be greeted by one of their companions.\"\n\nHe removed his hands from the lady, out of character into the shoes of the Knight Commander. Roderick turned to Col and gave him a curt nod. \"Thank you for your assistance,- Col.\" The knight said, a pause to remember the name, say it and not forget it."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col, Josephine, and Roderick\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gate\n\nAmaryllis watched as Col abandoned her once more, though it made sense for him to leave now. It was an awkward situation to be caught in the middle of, and Col seemed to *Hate* Anything the least bit socially awkward. It was a private conversation though. She hoped that she would see Col again before he left though... She at least wanted the chance to say goodbye this time. After all, the odds that they would see each other again were slim. \n\nShe then turned her attention to Roderick, halfway expecting him to scold her or something. After all, she was at the heart of this. She had had the dream and told Josephine about it, and she hadn't stopped her friends from going after the flower. She had even suggested it! What was wrong with her?\n\nShe stared intently down at the blankets covering her and fiddled with the loose thread again. Anything to distract her... What if Roderick wanted her gone now? It would be understandable, really."
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"message": "Correcting the deficiency of an entire people will require the direction and hard work of those with insight, and before now John was wholly convinced that there were no people on Marin that could curb his success. This was, of course, until reality struck. Despite growing up with very little and rising to his potential through a laborious lifestyle, he had been closeted from the realities of the world behind the thick doors of a citadel that sat between him and the evils that frolicked the Northwind countryside. As the barrier between himself opened, the flock of nobility and military officials turned their attention suddenly to the unfamiliar outsiders who had entered. Nothing appeared odd about them in particular from a distance, but as they approached, their near-identical appearances appeared to be a spectacle for the audience. \n\n The room went from being filled with nose to utter silence in a matter of seconds as the men in iron approached De Burgh. Every man that clung to the reigns of power in Northwind wanted to be in earshot of this conversation. John faced the two men as they approached, standing firmly in the center of the hall. As they drew nearer and nearer, it became increasingly clear to him that the two were not natives of Iron Gate or the surrounding area. Their tired apparel and seemingly worn figures would imply that they had traveled a long distance to reach the citadel. John respected their motivation.\n\n\"Greetings, Roderick of Raunkastel. I admire your dedication to Northwind's people in seeking an audience with me.\" John replied. He nodded at the knights who had escorted Roderick and his son, signaling them to leave them alone. As the knights departed, John continued. \"I seek to put a quick end to the barbarian threat with whatever means might be necessary. Worry not about the others, they won't pose any harm to us. Rather, these noblemen have pledged their services to me and to the people of Northwind in our war against the evils that plague our country.\" John gave a glare to those spectating the conversation, in hopes that the noblemen would understand the implication that John wished to be left on his own accord with his visitors.\n\n As their Knight Commander spoke, John gently reached out to hold the rusted blade that the Knight Commander had presented him, taking it in his grasp and examining it closely. He had an idea, ironically, as to how this blade could be of use to him in the very near future. He listened with intent as the commander relayed his report, and it was just as he had envisioned. The first stage of the incursion is always when any wise military leader would defuse the threat, however, these barbarians had experience. They were ruthless, bloodthirsty conquerors who had been in this business for longer than John had. Despite this, John was confident he would be able to defeat them and defend his peoples.\n\nAs John finished examining the blade in his palms, he turned his attention directly to the Knight Commander. \"I find it commonplace in most rebellion to probe the forces of your enemy in attempt to understand the capabilities your opponent may utilize on the battlefield. The first time they fought on the battlefield, time and numbers were not with them. They were simply attempting to draw a response. It was a test to determine if any lord in the area was strong enough to answer them with force. They quickly discovered the answer was no. It would explain why now they show such power and ferocity in their raids. A foolhardy conclusion, if you ask my opinion.\"\n\nJohn would pause shortly, briefly closing his eyes to paint a clearer picture. He had a talent for intuition and strategy, which he had already begun to compose in his head almost as if he was melting together the pastels of war to begin to paint on the empty canvas that was the battlefield. As he envisioned the future, his eyes reopened. He lightly gazed upon the men standing before him. \"While it may be wise to defuse the threat of the barbarians with deadly force as quickly as possible, it is even wiser to respond to those within my walls that are suffering from this terrible illness. I would like to personally invite the three of you into my personal study. I am sure you may be able to find something that may assist your knowledge of the barbarians and the illness.\" John concluded."
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"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\n\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone \n\nKharlyle cocked his head back and laughed loudly before catching his breath, just to openly laugh at the pained man again. You could feel the tangible confusion behind the faces of everyone involved. \"What's is it boy, what do you honestly think it is that sets you apart... Your wit, your cunning? Your charisma and charm? Your fucking ability to steal a piece of paper? No fuck that kid\" Kharlyle was only beginning to calm his violent laughter \"You. Have. Loyalty.\" He looked to Rhoderick as if he was going to say anything at all. \"Loyalty boy! The godsdamn loyalty of fokin saint! And hell I can prove it\" Kharlyle signaled to his men to hoist him further up into the air, closer to him. \"Hell, I can prove it, you want me to prove it\" His tone quickly became jovial, nearly even giddy with excitement and he spoke quickly. \"One of you guards there, give me a knife, I know this man's loyalty\""
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"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nThe higher he was lifted, the more pain that bristled through his body. He could scarcely breathe at this point, and it was all he could do to keep from letting out a groan of agony. Stars arced across his field of vision, and he could almost hear the bones in his shoulders grinding together, creaking and groaning like tree branches in the middle of a bad thunderstorm. \n\nRhoderick watched warily as one of the guards produced a silvery blade, its handle ornately carved and made of copper. It was a beautiful weapon, and clearly the guard's own personal knife. Had it been sunny out, Rhoderick had no doubt that it would have glimmered brilliantly in the light, but as it was, it only reflected the muted grays of his shroud. So this was to be his sacrifice... \n\nHe gritted his teeth hard and clenched his jaw, glaring at Kharlyle with a hard look. He carefully erased any traces of fear or pain from his features, leaving only anger and courage. Or rather, pure unbridled stubbornness."
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"message": "Kharlyle Whylder \n\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone \n\nKharlyle sighed and looked up at his forehead, knife in hand, acting as if the next actions he was going to commit were nothing more than a mandatory chore. \n\"So this whole Loyalty thing, I know you've thought about it in your head, what the hell is this mad fuck on about, how would he know my loyalty, we've never even worked together... Yet\" Kharlyle dialogued \"Well would a disloyal man just give the Whylders full access to the entirety of his income streams, his multitude of businesses for seemingly nothing in return\" No he wouldn't!\" Kharlyle held a knife to his throat. \"Tonight you will prove to me that the pen is mightier than the blade, sign over the entirety of your wealth and sources to the Whylders or-\" Kharlyle paused, looking at Rhoderick who's eyes had been fixated the wavering blade the entire speech. \"Wait, what do you think I'm going to do with this?\" He asked flatly"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nFor the first time, Rhoderick faltered, his eyes widening in surprise. As his facade cracked, so did his will, and the young man let out a faint groan. The blade felt icy against his throat, the unfeeling blade no more than a simple slip from slicing his throat and sending his life's blood spewing and turning the ground beneath him a deep, sanguine hue. \n\nHis mind raced. This was a test, he knew, but he wasn't sure how to pass. If he caved, it would seem as if he had no willpower and was easily frightened. If he refused, it might make him seem untrustworthy. Or worse yet, it could end up with him dead and his body tossed into the water below. Admittedly, signing something over to them would be a show of good faith, but everything?\n\nHe strained his eyes to the right, doing his best to get a look at Mercurio. He was able to catch a glimpse of the man out of the corner of his eye, but Mercurio was doing nothing. He just stood there as Rhoderick was tormented... \n\nIt took him a few moments, but he managed to regain his composure, his lips curling into a sneer as he replied, \"Nothing. You will do nothing because you know that I'm the closest to De Burgh right now. You need me, and we both know it.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Maverick, Roderick\nThe Citadel, Iron Gate\n\nOld and new listened intently to the words of the man they called the rightful ruler of Northwind, sovereign of the capital city of Iron Gate. They were present during his speech and again they hearkened to his roar, a voice that although calm, it boomed through the throne room, the main court of the northern hills of Marin. The districts that divided the city were all oblivious to the meeting taking place between Taemarian and Northwinder, the capital bustling with activity even when it had so many people affected by the illness outside of the massive walls, some within the first ring being looked after by the emergency dispatches of doctors and apothecarians. The knowledge of herbs and anatomy did little to reduce the pain, let alone save any from their ultimate demise. Such tragedy had to be fought, though before John spoke of the infection, he discussed his opinion of rebels and barbarians with Lord Roderick and his son, Sir Maverick.\n\nRoderick was not appointed Knight Commander of the Merovingian House without an extensive repertoire to his services. He stood in the battle lines like his son before him, following orders under a captain, who in turn would respond higher through a chain of command to the very sanctity of the Grunewald. He met Clovis Merovingian when they were both teens and, much like Josephine and Tagus, they went together in the journey to the northernmost corner for the current head's coming of age. It was an honor to walk this path once again, to protect the daughter like he protected the father. Roderick was a racing horse Clovis bet on, with education and social grooming, to understand the politics of Raunkastel and act as second in command to an army of disciplined and calloused soldiers, warriors trained under the impression of Taemar's rigidity and Ibethiel's chivalrous code.\n\n\"Do you believe the army you fought against to be the same wreaking chaos through your land?\" The knight asked sincerely. \"We have been up against small bands, none too great a threat for a whole legion, but they're amassing.\"\n\nMaverick held his father's shoulder in a timely opportunity to pause. John de Burgh added what he had left to speak, and his focus on the issue of the infection was well employed by the young one's perspective. His father consented with the chance to join the governor of Northwind in his study. He nodded at John and said. \"We may join you, Lord de Burgh, for a time. One of our own might have been infected by this same illness and anything on the subject will be a great boon indeed. I appreciate your readiness to help us.\" At that time, Roderick knew little of what was happening to Josephine and the others and that troubled his mind. The young noble was not one to recklessly throw herself in harm's way, but what if her friend died? How would she feel? Josephine practically grew up with Roderick almost as much as she did with her father. He could be like an uncle to her, perhaps.\n\nThe knights stood ready to follow John de Burgh. They threw mild glances at the nobles around them and cared little what was on the mind of the aristocracy. Taemar did not have the best reputation outside of its borders, nor did its people, but the two Taemarian proved that ill gotten reputation wrong."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis Sweetford\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n \nTime Skip: Event occurs following Roderick's meeting with De Burgh and Roderick's subsequent conversation with Amaryllis and Josephine\n\nAmaryllis laid in bed, staring up into the darkness surrounding her. In the bed nearby, Amaryllis could hear the soft, steady breathing of her young companion, peppered with the occasional sleeping mumble. She glanced over at her friend for a moment, watching the slight rise and fall of her chest in the darkness, then looked back up at the ceiling as she let out a soft puff of air in a somewhat frustrated sigh. \n\nWhy couldn't she sleep? Her mind seemed to be all caught up with Col at the moment. He had said he was leaving in the morning. How early? She didn't know, and that bothered her. He might just turn around and abandon her all over again. Well, this time, she wouldn't let it happen! She'd at least get to say goodbye before he left!\n\nShe was feeling stronger by this point, having made a rather miraculous recovery and returning from the brink of death. Whether a miracle or magic or just a good immune system, Amary had recovered. Of course, she was still a bit weak and tired, but strong enough that she could move around.\n\nQuietly, she sat up in bed and put her feet out over the edge, shivering a bit as her feet touched the cool wood floor beneath her. She sat there on the edge of the bed, her hands stabilizing her by pressing against the bed on either side of her body, and just waited a few moments, listening for Josephine and gathering her strength. When she was certain that she had not awoken Josephine, she slowly pushed herself up and padded in her bare feet to the door. \n\nSlowly... Agonizingly slowly, she turned the doorknob until the latch gave way with a soft click. She stopped, listening, and when satisfied, she opened the door just wide enough for her to slip through before closing it once more and gently releasing the doorknob. She now gazed at Col's door, just a few feet from her, and hesitated a bit. He was probably asleep... But this might be the only chance to see him! With that thought in mind, she padded to the door and knocked lightly upon it as she called softly, \"Col... Are you awake? It's Amary...\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nCol pretty much collapsed the second he was alone. He wasn't sure if he'd be needed again or not, so he slept when he could. To him, the situation was no longer urgent. Amaryllis seemed to be recovering, and that's really the only interest he had in what was going on in the room across the hall. Of course, he kept a well wish for the knights who went off in search of her dream flower. He was most likely going to be far away by the time they returned or didn't... \n\nHe heart the small tap on the door, but he didn't get out of bed until he heard his name. He went over to the door to open it and was met with a mass of frizzy copper curls. He stepped to the side so she could enter, gesturing with his head for her to come in. There was some light in the room from the low fire burning in the hearth for warmth so they could see each other. \n\nHe pulled a chair next to it so she could sit by the fire. He sat at the edge of the bed looking over at her. \"What's the matter?\" His thoughts ranged from preparing himself for tears because she got word the knights died, to her screaming at him because of their brief conversation earlier."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nAmaryllis slipped quietly into the room and took his cues, quietly sitting in the chair before looking up at him with her soft, dark eyes. They were wide in the darkness, the pupils dilated in such a way that they showed just the slightest amber brown color on the edge in the glimmer of the firelight. Her eyes searched over his face, soaking in his features and trying to gauge his feelings.\n\nAt his question, she blushed a little and looked away, fumbling with the seam of her dress a bit as she bit her lower lip hard. When she finally dared to look up at him again, she murmured, \"There's nothing really wrong... I just... I couldn't sleep, and I was afraid that you'd leave without letting me say goodbye again.\" She turned a deeper shade of pink. \"I know, that's stupid... But I did want to get to say goodbye, and we didn't get to really talk earlier.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nLeaving the way he did when they first meant definitely wasn't his intention, however, he was never great at goodbyes. Watching her blush and fidget in her seat was pretty much the reason why. It was difficult to see anyone looking at him like they wanted him to come back to them when he could never actually promise that. He sat up with a sigh, looking away from her wide eyes and rosy cheeks. He nodded when she said nothing was wrong, \"Good.\" He turned back, \"You look well.\" She wasn't quite so feverish as she was earlier. He could tell by looking she wasn't back to normal yet, but based off what he heard about the other people's conditions after run-ins with the wolfman.. She'd recovered well. \n\n\"Mhm,\" He replied when she said that she couldn't sleep and she was afraid he'd leave without saying goodbye. He looked back at her, \"I was planning on telling you when it was time for me to leave.\" He shrugged, \"Although, to be honest I don't understand the comfort in the tradition. You could just as easily say goodbye at my funeral.\" It was an awful joke to try to break the tension. \n\n\"You may take comfort in the fact that I'm going to a tournament, not to battle. 500 coins and new armor certainly catches my interest, but I'm perfectly fine with losing the match before my life.\" In Col, that was his way of saying he'd be careful. \"No telling who I'm up against though, and I can't just let my opponent win. There's no fun in that.\" ....But not too careful."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nA slight grimace passed over her features when he said that she could say goodbye at his funeral. What a horrible thought... She sensed that he had said it as a joke, if not a very sensitive one, so she didn't comment on it. Still, it was a harsh reminder that, really, this would likely be their first and last goodbye. She'd never see him after this, most likely. It also reminded her, however, that the people she cared about most often seemed to turn up dead... Was she a bad luck charm? No, such things weren't true... But it frequently felt like it was. \n\nShe managed a little smile as he spoke of the tournament and replied, \"I'm so glad to hear that, Col, and I hope that you win! Though I'm sure you will. How could you not?\" \n\nHer mind circled back to the conversation that had been interrupted. \"It seems you made the right choice when you left. I mean, you're a knight now!\" She smiled warmly at him, hoping to make it clear to him that she had no hard feelings towards him because of his departure. And she could understand why he had thought that she died or got married to survive the winter. Somehow, she had done neither. Perhaps she was too stubborn for both."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nIt was pretty obvious that his joke wasn't received well by her slight grimace. It passed quickly enough though, and she seemed to focus more on the tournament. He laughed shortly when she asked how could he no win, \"There are many ways that I could lose. Sometimes it's just a matter of someone wanted armor more than me... Sometimes it's because someone knocked me on my arse and I had a hard time getting up.\" \n\nHe stared across at her when she said that he made the right choice, and he couldn't tell if she actually meant that or not. \"Aye,\" He said with a nod when she said he was a knight. He stuck on his path to that, and he really didn't know her very well. It wasn't exactly the honorable thing to do though. He didn't need to admit that to her to know that. \n\n\"You've done well for yourself too it seems. You've found yourself in good company. Although, how you're traveling with a Lady and an army yet still managed to get yourself poisoned is beyond me.\" Actually, it would have been more confusing if Josephine was poisoned and Amaryllis was not. Of course, the knights would protect the Lady first. \"Mind your manners with the high borns,\" He teased. \"Next time I see you, you'll have forgotten my face. You'll have massive landholdings and a new flock that some other poor village girl gets stabbed protecting.\" He smirked, hoping she didn't take a word of his teasing seriously."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nAdmittedly, his gaze felt a bit intense when he had stared across at her when she said that he made the right choice. Did he believe her? She hoped that he did, for she meant every word of it. As hard as it had been and as much as it had hurt her to be abandoned, he had made the right choice for himself, and she had survived, at the end of the day. It would have been crazy for him to give up his dreams for some random girl he rescued. Few people would have even stopped to help her even as much as he had, and she owed him greatly for that. \n\nThe seriousness seemed to lift and the room brightened when he teased her a bit. Amaryllis gave him a warm smile and let out a soft giggle before she replied, \"I *Highly* Doubt that will ever happen. People like me don't rise through the ranks, but I'm happy for the moment. Maybe I'll finally get to see the world!\" She gave him a conspirational wink and continued, \"But you, on the other hand, are going to get all the way to the top!\" She leaned back in her chair then, letting out a little sigh as she just smiled warmly, almost lovingly, back at him. She felt a strong sense of kinship with him, wherever that stemmed from, and it made her quite affectionate. Absolutely foolhardy, she knew, but she felt it all the same. \n\n\"I could never forget your face though,\" She said seriously, after a little pause. \"I remembered it after all this time, even though when I last saw you, I was delirious with pain.\" She shook her head for a moment and smiled again, \"Though with all my run-ins, I might end up being as battle scarred as any knight!\""
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"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nCol shrugged when she said that people like he didn't rise above their station. He replied, \"People like me don't become knights. My kind die of starvation with frostbite everywhere from their nose to their arses.\" She winked then mentioned seeing the world. He smirked, \"I have no doubt that you will see whatever land you want. At this point, you're more accomplished in battle than I am.\" More teasing, he'd met her twice. Both time she was in the midst of a crisis after an attack. \n\nHe playfully rolled his eyes when she said he'd make it to the top, \"Is this not it?\" He'd never stayed in an inn before with Lords and Ladies right across the hall.\n\nDuring the small pause he continued to look over at her. It seemed like there was more to say but neither of them was talking. He forced himself not to react when she said she could never forget his face. He had a couple quick responses, but again his words failed him.\n\nHe laughed when she joked about having as many scars as a knight, \"Aye... If I see you crying over an injury again, I'll personally make sure that you learn to use a sword.\"\n\nWhen she was attacked by the shifter he pulled the pitchfork out of her leg and sewed the wound shut. It was brutal, but it might be the reason she was sitting across from him at the moment. \"How'd my work hold up?\" He reached across to touch her leg, but stopped himself. He looked across at her, staring for a second before it was clear her was going to keep his hands to himself. \n\n\"I think you should go back,\" He said gesturing with his head towards the door. \"I know everyone was concerned about your friend's reputation earlier, but in reality yours is more important. No one will let you near her if they find you missing from your bed and anywhere near mine in the middle of the night.\" \n\nHe stood up, offering her a hand to stand. When she did, he let go then walked with her over to the door. He opened it slightly letting the soft orange light from the hall peer in, but he just stood there for a moment before he closed it again. He looked over at her, \"If you can, you may want to try a bow. You're too small and weak to actually be useful with a sword. Stop sending good men on your dream quests, and Lady green eyes will probably get one for you.\" \n\nHe opened the door again, leaving enough room for her to go back across the hall. Goodbye was so final. He really did hate the tradition, but he wanted to say something to her... \n\nHe settled on, \"Don't cry. Don't die...\" With just a hint of a smile."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nShe had smiled warmly at him when he said that he'd personally make sure she learned to wield a sword, chuckling softly. She hoped she would never face another attack ever again. She had had enough to last a lifetime, certainly.\n\nAnd then he had asked about his handiwork, to which she had replied, \"Stitches held up great! Managed to keep infection away, and the scar isn't too obvious. Granted, nobody ever sees it anyway. I limp a little now, as I'm sure you've noticed, but I'm pretty sure I would have bled out, had it not been for your stitches. You did a great job with them, really. Took them out myself.\" She had smirked at him and added, \"You would make an excellent seamstress.\"\n\nBut the sense of teasing and warmth completely vanished when he said, \"I think you should go back.\" Her smile faded, and she looked down at the floor as she bit here lower lip hard. This was it, then... She wasn't going to see him again, and he was going to cut their meeting short, at that. \n\nShe said nothing in response to all the things he said, just silently rising from her chair and following him to the door. Only when they both stood at the door did she look up at him, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. She kept them in check, somehow, and said in a voice that was devoid of the tears that made her eyes look all watery, \"I never gave a damn about my reputation, Col, and I never will. I care more about people than reputations.\" She swallowed hard, so close to hugging him, but somehow she sensed that wasn't right for this situation. He wouldn't want her to be all affectionate or anything.\n\nShe managed a little smile at him, replying, \"I can promise only one of those, but...\" She shook here head and just said lamely, \"Good luck in the tournament, Col. I know you'll win.\" \n\nShe knew he wouldn't want her to say goodbye. He clearly didn't like goodbyes, or else he would have said goodbye the first time. And so she left him with those words alone before brushing past him and out the door, but rather than going to Josephine's room, she started down the hall and disappeared down the stairs. \n\nShe definitely wasn't going to sleep now, and she didn't want to bother anyone. Besides, she needed some time to compose herself, and it was easier to push Col away than it was to get hurt. Both of them were better off without each other."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\n\nUndisclosed Location: Fargone \n\n\"Wot\" Kharlyle was simply surprised at the fainting of the he held in his hands. \"Didn't die, did e'?\" He asked, face within a confused grimace.\n\n\"Nah, Master, I can feel his pulse, I do believe him to be sleepin' yeah\" One of the men hoisting Rhoderick's body stated without giving eye contact to his Master.\n\n\"Al'wight, jus load 'im up on a horse, tie him well yeah?\" Kharlyle began to whipe the blood from between his fingers with a hankerchief. As the men dragged Rhoderick's tied body to the black stead behind him, Kharlyle spoke up again. \n\n\"I ordered that horse killed hours ago, and it's still alive. Do *Not* Insult me by bringing him home upon it\" Kharlyle's buoyant and forgiving tone existed only due to his newfound excitement, the new friend he had made. As the body of the horse collapsed Kharlyle paused again \"You know what? Actually, take a leg or two home with us, Al'wight?\" \n\nAs the corpse of the legless mangled horse was thrown into the river, Kharlyle became content with the fact that he had not only ruined his hankerchief, but was also unable to clean his stained hands.\n\n\"Master Kharlyle?\" A Well trusted hound asked \"Do you think he'll forgive you back home, you think he could forget\" The other guards interests were visibly piqued.\n\n\"When he's on the Iron Gate throne, there will be few things he remembers, and many people to forgive. But when he sits upon the skulls of a thousand slave children, he'll be far to focused on forgiving himself\" Kharlyle gave a glance to the guard in recognition of what he just said was rambling and incoherent. \n\nA long breath of silence occurred before Kharlyle attempted to break the tension with a laugh at his own dialogue. \"Are we off then?\"\n\nKharlyle helps the reigns of his horse and led off behind his brother back to WhylderHold, a new home."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Amaryllis, Col\nThe Gallant Pheasant, Iron Gates\n\nHe sensed the tone shifted when he suggested she go back to her room and the watery eyes was almost enough for him to completely change his mind. He wanted more time with her too, but he knew the right thing to do was to see her back across the hall. He was rarely optimistic, but seeing her again didn't feel like an impossibility. They were both shitbloods from Northwind, reality dictated that they'd see each other again soon because neither of them would end up seeing the world as discussed. There was the comfortable pessimism that typically dominated. \n\nHe stood in the doorway, watched her walk up to the door across the hall then change her mind. A copper curl was the last part of her to vanish around the corner. It took him a few minutes, but he eventually closed the door then got back in bed. That curl was bound to haunt him for a few minutes before he fell asleep. The look on her face by the door before she left too, but eventually they faded away into the darkness of the room and he fell back asleep. \n\nHe naturally woke up before the sun rose and that morning was no different. The slow start was different. All morning he felt like he was walking with stones in his boots, especially walking by the door across the hall. He couldn't even confirm that she was still in there, but he lingered by it before he left.\n\nHe focused on the task at hand, getting to the tournament before it started. He had a long way to go, and with new motivation to return he wanted to get make the journey as quickly as possible."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nUndisclosed location: Fargone\n\nRhoderick was transferred from his stead and to that of one of the knights while his horse was brutally slaughtered. The mighty stallion hit the earth with a heavy, sickening thud. There was a certain finality to it. Like a trap snapping down on an unfortunate little mouse. Would Rhoderick fall like his steed, crushed by the hand of the Whylders? Or would they lift him to new heights?\n\nThat was yet to be seen. He remained unconscious as his horse was mangled and tossed into the river, and he was still unconscious as he was tied and bound to the horse. He leaned forward in the saddle, his head down and bobbing as they rode Eastward. His head hung heavily, his muscles completely relaxed in his unconscious state, while blood continued pouring from his wound. It dripped down in great, huge red droplets, soaking the neck of his mount and sliding down its withers. \n\nBy the time he woke up, they were well on their way and the horse, along with the pommel of the saddle, were soaked in blood. He groaned softly as he started to open his eyes, which were now partially crusted shut with dried blood. It took him a few moments to get them open, and he reached upwards to wipe away the blood. Another groan escaped him before he asked, \"Where the hell are we? What are you doing?\" He managed to focus his eyes upon Kharlyle and glared at him."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\n\nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper\n\nKharlyle simply looked straight forward atop his horse, hoping that Rhoderick would lose consciousness, but by his second question, he knew this couldn't be the case.\n\n\"I could LITERALLY not be doing anything more innocent at the moment. I'm just trying to go to my house, get off my godsdamn back, fuck\" Kharlyle spoke as if he was inconvenienced by Rhoderick's true terror. \"We're just going to work out some paperwork, just talk to the more charming one, I'm confident he slept better than I last night\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper\n\nRhoderick glared at his captor, pulling feebly at his ropes that bound him to the horse. \"Fucking... Fuck...\" It began as an insult, but turned into a sharp groan. Little of his skin was visible through the blood plastering his face, but what was visibly was a deathly white that rivaled that of snow. \n\nHis weakness, however, did not stop him from attempting an escape. His head ached, so he tilted it down again, but in the meantime, he began fumbling with his ropes, desperately clawing at them in an attempt at escape. Yet to draw less attention to his actions, he said, \"I'm sorry, but I can't seem to find any pity for you given that you FUCKING STABBED ME!\""
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"message": "Kharlyle Whylder \nOutskirts Of Whylderholm Proper\n\n\"I'm glad you're thinking ahead, but the overconfidence is a problem. Only the cautious and unconfident survive in Northwind, not those who attempt to swindle an enormous slave empire straight to their face\" Kharlyle tried to forget about the past, but he honestly wasn't sure what Rhoderick was expecting out of this. \"And I don't know what exactly you're trying to escape from? Do you honestly think you have a better chance on the once-fields of the Blackened North than at my godsdamn estate?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoerick\nOutskirts of hylerholm Proper\n\nHe swore. \"I wasn't swindling anyone out of anything. It seems to me that you're now the one swindling me! You're taking me against my will to force me to sign over my lands, while you yourself have no intent of giving anything in return.\" Rhoderick glared at Kharlyle, his eyes flashing angrily from behind a mask of now-dried blood. \"But I'm not sure I'll survive at your goddamn estate either, given that you're an absolute fucking loon.\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder \nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper\n\nKharlyle was beginning to have fun with this, a seldom occasion for him these days. \n\"Ah-ah-a, *Seems*, seems is the key word. It *Seems* Like we're swindling you, you're honestly really fucking us over right now\" Kharlyle paused yet once again, and his tone dissipated \"And Can we *Try* Not to use that word, the L-word? I'm not sure if you meant it, but it came off as quite rude\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper \n\nKharlyle really was crazy. He had to be! That really was the only explanation for this sort of behavior, and some part of Rhoderick couldn't help but feel that he had made a terrible mistake. \nBut maybe... Maybe a lunatic was what the throne of Northwind needed. Perhaps that was what Rhoderick needed. Certainly, he needed people around him that weren't afraid to get their hands dirty. But Kharlyle seemed a bit unstable... \n\"If the shoe fits, fucking wear it,\" Rhoderick snapped, then tilted his head so that he could wipe away a few droplets of blood from near his eyes. It didn't really matter that it would stain his shirt, as blood had already flown freely from the carving and soaked all down his front anyway. Fuck propriety. Fuck manners. \nAs he did this, he paused to think, and when he finally spoke again, his voice was a bit more civil and coaxing. \"I'd love to figure how I'm possibly fucking you over.\""
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"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nThe sun beamed brightly onto Diana's face as she lay in a bed dust. Thinking of what her life would have been like if she were to go along with the marriage. Would her life have been easier, harder, the same? A small sigh escaped her lips as she sat up and wiped beads of sweat that were forming on her forehead. The wedding dress she wore was the only article of clothing that she had managed to salvage in her grand escape. The sounds of bees buzzing filled the unbearable silence and for a fleeting moment, Diana figured this life could be satisfied in life. But as the wind blew through her tangled hair, she knew that she would never be happy running from a much older man. Silently standing up, Diana looked over her shoulder feeling as though eyes managed to stare into the back of her skull. \nImmediately, Diana turned and broke into a run as she heard a leaf crunch. \"Leave! It is not me that you search for!\" She called and turned throughout the forest as it grew dense. Tears managed to swell within her eyes and Diana found herself tripping over a thorn bush. \"I can't be married.\" She found herself whispering repeatedly as she crawled away for the sound of leaves crunching. Crawling through the thorns, she narrowed her eyes into a clearing before tugging her body away. This couldn't be how everything would go down, not without the promise of a better life. She whimpered as she found herself in a clearing. \"Go away!\""
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nEravan walked through the woods, his huge frame easily seen through the dense forest. His silver steel longsword shined in the sun, his tan skin seeming to glow as well. He heared his bounty target running through the woods. He took off, following the sound, intendning to catch his target. The bounty was quite pleasing, and he could always use the coin. His thought process was that if he could simply get this young lady, bring her back, and get paid, life would be good. But then again, this guy was known to be the hitter, but he *Really* Wanted the girl, so maybe he could, *Convince*, the guy to pay more for her.\n\"Oi! Stop running!\"\nHe reached the clearing, seeing the hurt Diana. His posture turned from tense to caring as he knelt.\n\"Hey... Don't worry... I ain't gonna hurt ya...\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose \nNorthwind Wilderness \n\nAs soon as the man knelt towards her, Diana flinched and backed away. \"Go away. I'm not the one you want.\" She shuddered as she looked down at her dirty dress. This was the first act of understanding, maybe compassion, that the young girl had received since a bounty was placed on her head. The man would seek her until she became a proper housewife, maybe a mother to his children. \"Don't give me to him. He is tricking you.\" Violently, she shot her foot into the man's knee and ignored the tears that threatened to fall. She couldn't leave due to the weight of the dress and couldn't fight due to her lack in combat training. \"Kill me. He'll take me alive or dead and I would much rather be dead.\" All while speaking ever so frantically, she was searching for an escape; one where he would have trouble tracking her. Fear gripped her chest as she noticed his large and built frame.\n Her eyes glazed over as she wrapped her hands around her thigh, where a thorn had been embedded since she crawled away. Feeling as if there was no escape, a sob left her lips and she stared down at her lap. \"Don't make me go.\" Pleading to a bounty hunter wasn't something that she had expected to do, well, ever. \"I won't steal anymore and I will work a way out of Northwind. I'll never speak of you or what has happened with my fiance.\" Sniffling, she shielded her stomach away from him and allowed another sob to rack her body."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nEravan was quite confused, seeing how she went from tryint to get him away from her to asking him to kill her. He sheathed his sword as a show of good faith, holding up his hands\n\"Listen, you don't need to worry about me, alright? Diana, right? I'm not like most bounty hunters. I just want to see you returned to your family. Let me help you. Those cuts need to be treated...\"\nEravan moved closer, towards Diana, expecting her to try and run, and he was ready to intercept her should he need to."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nDiana shook her head violently. \"No, not them. My parents have gone mad. They arranged a marriage, you see? By taking me back, you are taking me to a lifetime of unhappiness.\" Finally, the tears streamed down her cheeks and she looked towards the wooded area just behind her. Perhaps, if she played her cards her correctly, she could once again escape someone who thought they were doing her a favor. Ignoring the screaming pain in her leg, Diana quickly away from him and stood to her feet. Her innocent eyes glanced at the man that wanted to help and she knew that she could never trust him, especially because the only people she had ever trusted sold her to an awful old man. Diana turned and limped back a few steps. \"You, kind sir, ought to go home. You wouldn't be doing anyone a favor in returning me. Or perhaps you aren't one to care. You just want the money.\" A quiet grunt escaped her lips as Diana turned away from him.\n As she limped, she knew the man wouldn't allow her to escape without a fight. Strategies raced through Diana's mind at a mile a minute. What did he want with her, would he kill her... How much money was being offered in exchange for her. The broken hearted teenager pushed herself to break into a jog, knowing her will to fight for her life was weakening. Soon, she would be caught without the will to fight... Or run."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nEravan got up and grabbed Diana with one strong hand. He was quite young, only 19, but he was still a bear of a man. He pulled her close.\n\"Listen. I'm not taking you back. Not to... *Him*... I understand why you ran. If I was in your shoes, I would've done the same. The man is... Dangerous. Unpredictable.\"\nEravan turned Diana to look her in the eyes. His emerald green eyes seemed to pierce the soul, with a certain pain and sadness behind them, yet they still managed to be kind and gentle.\n\"Let me help out with your wounds, alright? I won't return you to him.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nResting a hand on his chest, Diana held back all emotions that she felt but only one could be seen on her face. Distrust. Her mind wandered to the day she was to be wed, the day that was supposed to be okay. Diana gazed up at the man that seemed to be trying to help her. Eventually, the tears quit falling and she softly leaned her head on his shoulder as her whimpers subsided. \"I don't love him. Don't make me go back.\" Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed. After the fit she had, she suspected he would think she had lost all sanity. But this was the reality she had been holding onto, like it was something that would eventually save her life, somehow. Trust was now foreign to her, though the man seemed caring and compassionate. \"Don't make me go.\" She mumbled once again and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. Her trust didn't belong to the man trying to help her, or to anyone else for the matter.\n \"My new dress is going to ruin.\" Diana frowned, noticing the spots of blood appearing. Eventually, Diana was silent and staring at the man that had saved her. Her thoughts were racing through her head once again. Could he be trusted? He was helping her, after all. Nervously, the young girl watched the man who was trying to aid her carefully."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n\"Worry not about the dress, we will get you new clothes. What we need to worry about right now is your wounds.\"\nEravan reached behind him and grabbed some strips of cloth. He would lower her to the ground and began looking at her thigh, where the biggest wound was. He slowly pulled out the thorn, wrapping the open would with one strip. He then blotted up some of the other wounds and patched Diana up as best as he could.\n\"Now, we should hurry. We don't want the guards to find us. We should head to a village with a general store, so we can get you clothes and food.\""
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"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nDiana nodded obediently and gripped the man tightly. Images of her fiance passed through her mind and she found herself leaning against him. \"Give me your word. Tell me you won't take me back and I will follow you.\" A delicate look passed Diana's face as she stared at him softly. Fear was still coursing through her veins, but if she had the opportunity to leave she would take it. \"Your word is all I ask of you.\" She muttered and continued gazing at him. She only wanted a friend, but after all of the trauma Diana had been a part of she didn't know if there would ever be a soul that she could trust again. And that left her to plot an escape as soon as she had the chance. But in the meantime, she would have to trust this man and herself. Would she be able to escape when her parents came searching, or the older man that wanted her as bride? Would this man even defend her, or would he toss her over to the man that held her bounty? Nothing could be determined so early, so Diana chose not to get too comfortable with him."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n\"You have my word. I swear upon the Elements that I will defend you. I understand exactly why you want to leave him, and I will do anything in my power to keep him away from you. I believe the nearest city is Iron Gate. Once we head there, then we can get you some fresh clothes, and food.\"\nEravan seemed genuine. He looked at her with soft and gently eyes. He wondered what kind of man would do this to a young woman such as her. She clearly deserved none of what he wanted with her.\n\"Let's get moving. My horse is located at the edge of the woods.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nShe wanted nothing more than to believe this man that stood before her, claiming an oath of protection. Diana nodded softly as they ventured out to the horse. The walk was enough to cause the young girl to grow slightly limp as she held onto the man that was helping her confidently. The man radiated a gentle nature that Diana found intriguing. How could a bounty hunter have a moral code? Once again, her hope for trust was vanquished and she sought out a means for escape. Perhaps, she could steal a horse? No, she had never learned how to ride one. \"I cannot go into town. It is daylight and the guards will see me. They seek the bounty on my head and will bring me dead or alive. I am healing. You need to go. It will save yourself from such things.\" Diana looked away, hoping he would buy her means of escaping the man that wanted her back into the village. The only thing the young woman knew at the current state was fear and misguided actions. Perhaps, this escape would be another action that would land her in deeper trouble than she was already in."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n\"Worry not about the guards. I will handle them. If they come anywhere near you, I will hurt them to the point they wish they were dead. Understand?\"\nAs they got to the edge of the woods, Eravan's horse was shown. She was a night black color, built for long and fast travel. Eravan helped her onto the horse, then mounted himself.\n\"I know you still not trust me, but you must. It's either that or test your luck in the wilderness, with dozens of guards hunting you down.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose.\nNorthwind Wilderness. \n\nA large smile swept over Diana's face as she looked at the fairly large horse. It was a childlike awe that seemed to sweep over her face. \"I have never been on a horse.\" Diana spoke softly and felt the man mount her on the horse. \"Its beautiful.\" Diana began running her hands up and down the sides of the horse. As the stranger spoke, Diana smiled at the horse and zoned out. \"I don't even know your name, sir.\" She muttered and looked back. \"You know so much about me and I don't know a thing about you?\" Diana was tense as the man mounted the horse and panic rushed through her veins as she gripped the horse. As she looked down at the ground, her feet dangled and she innocently looked back up at the man behind her. The sounds of guards in the distance could be heard and Diana found herself whimpering softly. As the horse readied to leave, Diana hid her face with hair and felt her hands begin to shake softly, knowing if the guards caught them, they would both be dead."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n\"My name is Eravan Nightwing, but you can just call me Eravan. I'm a bounty hunter when I need the coin, but when I don't? I simply live my life as my ancestors wished me to live. And I don't know exactly much about you. I know your name, how you look, and that's about it. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose.\nNorthwind Wilderness. \n\n\"My parents were traditional and she was an idealist. The morning of my wedding Iwas taken into town to buy a new dress to fit the occasion of being wed to man with quite a bit of money to his name. I was blissfully of the man that laid in her future as I chose a dark green dress for the ceremony. My parents knew that she would never go through with it if I was aware that a ceremony would take place. They sold me to a forty year old. And I am fifteen. It didn't feel right at all.\" Diana swallowed the tears. \"But my story is quite a bore, nothing to worry yourself with.\" She rubbed the horse as it began to trot down small pathways, causing Diana to grip the horse with a soft whimper. She peaked over her shoulder and frowned at the young man. \"The guards are tracking us. They will catch up soon enough.\" She shook her head and looked ahead of the two of them, at the path they were riding down. The sun rays shined on Diana's face and she quietly hummed, rubbing the horse's sides. \"Don't let me fall off.\" She laid against the horse and closed her eyes. The tiredness she felt coursed through her body like a parasite and she hummed with a small smile on her. This was the most human contact she had in two months, so she was extremely grateful."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Tharn,\nHillcrest overlooking the Grey Hills\n\nAtop one of the tallest hills in the southern region of Northwind, a large and overbearing being gazed upon the jutted rock and mounds of earth with his yellow eyes, golden struck by the shining of sunlight. It was an open sky ridden light blue with a yellow hot sun making fauna and flora bask in its luminous gaze. The creature looked humanoid for all of its bestial traits, from the sheer sculpted size, huge among men, to the thick hair that covered his chest, his abdomen, his arms and armpits. It was no excess of fur, but it rid his muscles, definition of tautness, and formed a beard to cover his jawline and chin, half of his cheeks struck furred. His glare wrote viscera on the hills before him. In the distance, cut off by elevation, stone and wood, there were several settlements. Villages, towns, cities, all burning smoke into the air and drowning their sunny day in dark grey.\n\n\"Humans are so fragile.\" He smirked a maddened stretch of lips. His right side's fangs were exposed. \"They build walls around them and pray that is enough to keep their enemies away. Either that, or they wait to stab their enemies in the back.\" He spat on the ground and chuckled. His chest heaved with every laugh. \"Twisted little insects, all of them. But they *Are* Delicious.\" Tharn licked his upper lip and turned around. With the landscape of the Grey Hills going as far as the line of the horizon behind him, he now stared at a horde of rabid barbarians below him. They looked eager, their eyes were bloodshot. They were at his whim, clear and true as the cycle of day and night came through. \n\n\"Wolves and cubs! We have been snacking for too long!\" He roared, voice thundering down the steepness of the hill. \"There are sheep and pigs just beyond this hill! And you know what kind of flock I am *Really* Talking about.\" Human flesh! Tender when it was raw, so crispy when burned in the inferno the horde would bring. \"Come now! Bare your fangs and ready your weapons! We have meat to feast on all day and night!! From village to village, town to town, we will eat them *All*!!\"\n\nThus began the savage rush of the wolfmen down the hills. They were about to fell their first mark, bereft of caution and subterfuge as they charged and howled to strike fear and despair."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin Zacharov,\nGrey Hills county.\n\nMost would probably think that the life of a count was filled with luxury, indulgence and relaxation. Sometimes, even Darin found himself thinking that. Usually when he was relaxing in a hot bath or the likes. But no. Maybe it was his impulsive nature. Maybe it was the alien, northern gods that had a plan for him. Maybe it was just his luck. But the Duke Conqueror was not given time to rest, nor time to recuperate. After having walked his way through about half of Northwind with waterlogged freezing boots, he had been looking forwards to firstly headbutting his men back into line, then taking a nice moment to relax. But noooooo.. The ravenous barbarian hoards just *HAD* To make their assault today. The Duke had barely had time to enjoy a glass of warm milk and change out of his stolen clothes before he heard that he was needed at the frontlines. The cup had been thrown at some poor servant who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Darin had thrown himself onto a horse- barely with enough time to tie his boots. A motley bunch of men had been assembled, partially local militia, partially trained soldiers, and three or so local knights. It wasn't an army. Hell, it was barely a warband. But with Darin riding at the front, perhaps they had a smidegon of a chance in repulsing the invaders. This would be tested as they found themselves staring at a hill- but more importantly, the ravenous, cannibalistic, and no doubt hungry, barbarian horde that was coming just their direction. Such was the life of a Duke. *Stressful.*"
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Tharn Skorn,\nGrey Hills\n\nThe wolfmen raced in the direction of the settlement, making it a competition to see who would get there first and claim the first kill. As they did, the wooden gates of the palisade wrapped town opened to greet them. Through those gates came a man riding on horseback, followed by warriors gleaming in the hot sun. They were heavily armored, contrast to the shoddy militia that lagged behind them. Tharn Skorn relished in the resistance of his prey. It would hopefully make for good entertainment before sating his hunger for human meat and quenching his thirst for *Blood*. He picked up a pace that was unnatural to his savages, passing one then another until he was part of the frontline. Ever closer to the countering charge of the Duke and his ragtag band of defenders, the hulking humanoid creature grasped the shoulder of one of his wolfmen and planked his left foot hard on the ground. His body turned in the motion of his arms, hurling the whining and screaming human wolf towards the horserider.\n\nThe frontline engaged the knights with quantity over quality. They tried to swarm the chargers head on and strike at horse and man with bloodied blades and clubs. Their intent was to throw the warriors off their horses and gang up on them, strike their armor over and over if they could. The horde itself encircled the opposing force, its flanks hit the palisade and began to squeeze through numbers to try and push their way around the militia and slip into town as well as fight them off in the attempt to surround and obliterate them."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Throwing one of your own men as makeshift ammunition. That was the kind of callous disregard for people that Darin had to appreciate. Still, he was sadly not left with much time to appreciate it as the furry cannonball ended up tumbling into him. He was just about to spit some kind of curse, insult, or just an expression of surprise, but he felt the wind leave his chest as the ground came up to meet him. Darin found his vision wavering briefly as he regained his sense of place- finding himself under an equally dumbfounded looking Wildman. Darin however regained his senses a split second earlier, and just as the barbarian on top of him started to realise that his prey was right below him, Darin's fist was already racing up to deliver a firm hit to his upturned, snout-looking nose. The barbarian was left in a brief recoil, which Darin used to push himself free, and onto his feet again. Alright, he battle hadn't started as well as he had hoped.\n\nThey were already surrounded, Sir Buhre was already getting pulled down from his horse by various hairy miscreants, and morale was depleting faster than the mulled wine stores on Hogcock. Darin saw all these problems, and found that killing (Or at least, gravely wounding) someone would help with all of them. Barely gliding out of the way from some wolfman's club, Darin quickly scrambled in search for his axe. His preferred tool of evoking violence had been separated from him during the fall from his horse, and he saw it laying on the ground just a couple meters away- glittering from reflected sunlight amongst the dust the fight was kicking up. Without too much of a second thought, he scrambled over, through some stroke of luck avoiding (most of) the swings coming his way, before finally throwing himself onto his knees and grabbing onto his weapon. Sadly Darin's poor sense of place had put him in an awkward position. As his eyes moved from the handle of his weapon, they came to look on the rather large shoes that were planted on the ground before him. And Darin knew what they said about men with big shoes.. With a slightly dumbfounded look, Darin found himself looking up at the largest and most menacing Wildman of the bunch, glaring right up into his eyes from his kneeling position.\nHe needed to say something. Some sort of snappy quip, or comeback.\n\"Well you're an ugly one, aren't you?!\"\nThat'll do, Darin. That'll do."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The battle began with the scales tipped in the savage horde's favor. Their numbers were a fearsome sight, a blob of black and brown that tried to submerge its prey in its immensity. Wolfmen were felled, but not beaten. Some stood up with their wounds jarring blood, their eyes gleaming with insatiable rage and *Hunger*. A militiaman was caught by three barbarians that proceeded to stab and club him to death, followed by instantly kneeling before the dead body and gnawing at the flesh with their fangs. They ripped tissue from the limp frame, making blood spill onto the grass below, drenching green with crimson.\n\nA few meters away, one of the dismounted knights was toppled and weapons bashed against his armor until they made dents and worse, mauling the man as he tried to rise. It was impossible. In the midst of the chaos and carnage, the Duke of the Grey Hills was caught up in some bewildered search for his weapon, which led him straight to the feet of the alpha, a massive sculpture that glared down at him with bright yellow eyes. Tharn Skorn smirked at the witty comment made null by the nonchalance of the receiver.\n\n\"*Weakling*.\" Tharn's voice was toned guttural, prelude to the knee that rose to meet the Duke's face straight on. Careless positioning made him stand at a short range, quite enough for the strike to be launched swift and in a minimal range, high chance of success."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin had a tendency to make bad deductions that had him end up in worse situations. He also had an almost uncanny ability to get out of trouble and turn a loss into an unexpected victory. Yet, there were limits to what the count of the Gray Hills could accomplish. At the comment he received in return, brute and to the point, hitting Darin just where it hurt, he was about to blurt out something along the lines of \"I am not a weakling, I've eaten my breakfast porridge from the skulls of men greater than you!\", but at \"I a-\" He was interrupted by a knee surging up to his face. Darin heard his head ring and saw the world spin as he was launched backwards, a prominent ache coming right from his nose- which had the misfortune of taking the brunt of the hit. A slight wetness on his upper lip was investigated, and Darin found himself with a nosebleed, and a metallic taste in his mouth. Sitting up on his ass and feeling quite foolish, Darin used his axe to push himself to his feet again, having found a slight open space in the midst of battle where he could orient himself.\n\nBoasting about his strength just wouldn't do. He'd have to get practical and prove that he was a mighty warrior. After all, Darin had experience with these things. He knew that the fighting spirit in the humblest peasant could be roused at the sight of great deeds and heroism. And right now, there was a distinctive lack of heroism in this battle. The only one who was somewhat managing was Sir Esoch, who pierced some Barbarian's neck with his lance. Darin saw this, and wouldn't let himself be one-upped like that. He was the count. He had to show that he was worthy of this title. Pointing an accusing finger towards the alpha and flashing a slightly crazed grin, Darin shouted \" Well let's see who's the weakling between **You** An' **Me**, ya' *Oversized weasel!*\" Before tightening his grip on the axe, taking a cautious couple steps towards the opposition. Even Darin himself realised he'd be hard pressed to win this fight.. But limits were made to be broken, and boundaries to be overcome."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "What was the meaning of such drivel in the mouth of the Duke or count or whatever inbred human title he held? It was all just labels fabricated by men to try and overrule the natural schemes of life and how it should be commanded. The strong would always shepherd the weak, such opposing manners of the Duke couldn't surface and enact a valiant counter attack. His rashness in the sortie was one of the reasons he was in the situation, another being the poor judgment of character that the lord had. He was before a monster and battled him with a puny stick. The alpha cackled a loud and maddened laugh, as if Darin cracked the funniest of jokes. All around him were men falling and being eaten on the spot of their deaths, some still alive when their limbs were chopped off. \n\nThere were those that managed to slip inside the town and sow chaos throughout. They grabbed torches, lit, and threw them into the houses, starting small fires brimming massive. Screams echoed from inside, screams that could distract the humans and break their morale so that the savages could sweep the ground with them and finally begin the first stage of the marvelous feast their leader had planned for them.\n\nDarin had a good head over his shoulders, knowing that a step too deep would have Tharn destroying him. Instead, he was cautious, but Tharn Skorn didn't care. He lunged at Darin, flanking his right, which meant Tharn ran to his left. He tried to bring the duke's attention to his grinning face while his right arm was coming up from waist level to cause mischief, fingers snaking in an attempt to coil the axe's handle and tug, hard."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n\"I am terribly sorry to hear that. For what it's worth, I would have stopped this all had I had known this earlier.\"\nEravan would keep the horse headed to Iron Gate, his face serious and seeming to be haunted. He had been in a similar situation, when a neighboring clan wanted to unite with his clan, so he was destined to marry an older woman when he was 13. That was before the raid."
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"message": "Diana Primrose. \nNorthwind \n\nDiana stared ahead of the path and ignored his statement. No one could've stopped what her parents had been planning. The price her suitor was willing to pay happened to be far to high for negotiation. \"We're reaching the village. What do you suppose I do now? Yes, I need clothes. But I'd rather be in my wedding dress than caught by the guards.\" Diana huffed and stared at the shops coming into the view. As they neared them, Diana positioned herself against the horse and shoved her face against it. The horse continued to steadily carry them down the trail. A soft whimper in fear escaped Diana's lips as she wrapped her arms around the horse, her nerves getting the best of her. \"We will get caught and I will never forgive you!\" She spat childishly, unaware of exactly where they were headed. Diana's blonde hair remained in front of her face and she found her body shaking. Again, she was ignorant of the sounds of guards going in the opposite direction. \"You promised.\" Diana snapped, not agreeing with the strategy of buying new clothes. Someone was bound to recognize the young beauty, especially because she was in a wedding dress. Despite the fact it was green, she looked like she was upper class. And she had never dressed as such."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind\n\nAs if on cue, a guard walked up to them, hand on his sword.\nGuard: \"Hail, Eravan! What brings you to Iron Gate: business or plea—\"\nThe guard noticed Diana.\nGuard: \"Hey, isn't that—\"\n\"This is my, uh, wife, friend. She fell off the horse on the way here, and I intend to have her taken care of.\"\nThe guard widened his eyes.\nGuard: \"You sly dog! I never thought you had it in ye! Well, don't let me stop you from your marraige, friend!\"\nThe guard stood to the side, and Eravan urged the horse towards the general store. Eravan dismounted and helped Diana down.\n\"Sorry about uh...\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind\n\nDiana smiled slightly as he helped her off of the horse. She scanned the village and stepped closer to Eravan. Silently, she lead the way into the village and clutched the arm of the man helping her. \"It is fine. I must act as your bride for the time being, in case he sees us.\" She wanted to feel safe. She wanted to leave the village and hide. But that wouldn't be possible anytime soon. The wind blew and Diana tucked her hair behind her ears. Everything she saw, she took note of. The pitchforks, the kids laughing, the various general stores. \"How did you know the guard?\" Her curiosity got the best of her as she turned to Eravan. The blonde locks attached to her head cascaded to her hips and the front of her hair was braided with a piece of cloth weaved through it."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Perhaps there were more things alike between Tharn and Darin than they both suspected. Darin did share a couple of the feelings, though perhaps expressed in his own way. Namely the fact that he was a rightful ruler, not only because of his bloodline, but also because he could punch anyone who said otherwise square in the jaw. It wasn't just the strength of the punch, but the fact that he was willing to do so. He had the drive, the assertive nature, and the capability of violence that a leader needed. He wasn't simply someone who would command, but someone who would actually *Lead*. And right now, he felt like leading his men to victory- Despite the situation looking fairly grim..\n\nHe didn't have much time to consider the situation- yet, one rarely had in combat scenarios. It was chaotic, unpredictable, and dangerous- precisely the kind of environment that Darin usually found himself thriving in. There was an old saying he had forgotten, but it went something along the lines of 'only mad men survive in mad lands'. And perhaps, Darin was a little mad.\n\nTo him, the world felt like it was suddenly drenched in molasses. Everything felt slower, more sluggish. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his tendons giving silent protests as he pushed himself to react at breakneck speed, only fitting of the assault he was under. He saw the man-beast come rushing up towards him, scrambling across the dusty dirt and snaking left to right, before finally coming in for some sort of grapple. Was he playing with Darin? Well, if he was, he had picked a very poor playmate, as Darin rarely played nice. Trying underhanded and mischevious tactics might work against a more honorable knight, but Darin was a real shark. Seeing those hands, that looked roughly about the right strength and size to crush his windpipe without too much effort, reach out for his axe, Darin pulled back briefly. If he wanted Darin's ax that badly, he could have it! Gritting his teeth, Darin pushed the hilt of the weapon against the wolf-man, aiming the butt of the handle right between his eyes. Hardly something that would kill, but definitely something that would hurt both the head, and the pride."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Tharn Skorn,\nGrey Hills,\n\nThe first thing that Darin should make sure was that the knee to the head didn't cause any concussions. Why? Because he was starting to see things, for the alpha never darted from left to right and again like some silly ninja from wonderland east. Whatever Darin was watching, it was his head playing with him, which made the strike of the werewolf all the more certain. Rather, the grapple onto the handle that the Duke was so courteously giving to Tharn. The wild and vicious beast of a man slid his palm and fingers as the butt of the weapon came rushing up the air towards his eyes, but the grip with which his digits clutched the wooden handle made the attempt at his head stop short of ever coming actually close to hurt him. Too bad. Who the fuck did this human think he was fighting against? Some subordinate that would stand still like a good scarecrow for him to humiliate and get a high from?\n\nIt wasn't too late for Darin to repent for his challenge and kneel. He could, after all, pledge his allegiance to the monster before him. But that wouldn't come yet. The opportunity was as far from reaching him as the butt of the axe from striking Tharn's eyes. It wasn't necessarily the brute strength of the werewolf that made it possible, but the fact his hand was racing for it and, well it was running momentum against stilled counter, with mass shifting to the arm and hand making the Duke get *Stuck*. Of course, it's not that the Duke was really stuck. What actually happened was a reverse of his intention, which meant that the blunt top of the axe and that protruding part of the wooden handle were being pushed onto his face instead. However, it wasn't just going to be one time. If the first strike was to hit and stun the mark, many more would follow. How many? Well, did Darin enjoy having his face made into a pulp? It could happen.\n\nAs Tharn showed his animalistic prowess in combat, his rabid warriors showed their rage and wild swings, their hunger making them put up a show throughout the ongoing battle as some started the feast earlier than others. Inside the town, more screams and smoke began to pile up."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Darin's mind was racing, seemingly trying to take in far more information at the same time than it should have. It was left with just short of the time necesarry to actually think *'Oh no'* As the ax came to a stiff stop- Not the rebounding, bouncy stop one would get from a successful blow to the forehead, but the kind of buzzkill stop you'd get from a counter. Darin found himself briefly questioning if he had somehow gotten washed up over time. Sure, he was 37 years old, but he considered himself a man in his prime! Yet, he couldn't even rough up some overly hairy cannibal who looked like he was far too eager to suck the marrow form Darin's bones. He had considered himself better than this, but things simply weren't going his way it seemed. He attempted to give the ax another push downwards, but the wolfman down there seemed to have the weapon in a vice-grip from only holding onto the end of it. While some would piece together the realisation that Tharn had strength far exceeding the common man, Darin instead pieced together that he was a complete wretch, and thoroughly annoying to deal with.\n\nHe didn't have much time to contemplate these things. His train of thought was derailed by the blunt end of his axe coming up to meet him between the eyes- a blow that hurt both the head, and the pride. How ironical. Perhaps in vain, he held onto his axe- half attempting to go through with his original plan, as his recoiling mind hadn't managed to figure out anything new yet, and half attempting to just get it away from the wolf's hands. Neither of these ideas seemed to work particularily well, as blow after blow thumped against Darin's otherwise moderatively attractive visage, quite rapidly turning it less than attractive as it was covered in bruises and painful looking sores. Soon enough the ringing in the count's head became too much to handle, and he found his fingers gradually slipping off his ax, which also happened to be the only thing he had to support himself on. For a moment Darin stood there, cautiously leaning backwards and with a slightly dumbfounded look on his face- almost floating on air- before a repetition of the previous blows sent him staggering backwards. He swiftly found himself falling onto his back as his knees gave away, only managing to prop himself up with an elbow as his other hand came to console his pained face. \n\"You, huh.. *You*..\" Darin struggled with his breath a bit, one eye covered by his hand, and the other twitching slightly as his teeth gritted against eachother. \".. Ah.. *You* Really think you are something, don't you..?\" He finally managed to grumble out between heavy breaths."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind\n\n\"The guard and I had a history. I saved his life when I was hunting, and now he thinks he owes me a life debt.\"\nEravan would look at Diana, blushing and turning away.\n\"U-um, let's get you some clothes. And some sort of weapon?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose. \nNorthwind Village. \n\n\"I'm here for my bride.\" It was a man and his voice sounded sickeningly sweet. A hand found itself resting on Diana's shoulder comfortingly, before Diana's mother left the room. Everything seemed wrong and she couldn't shake the feeling that everything would be wrong if she followed her parents' orders. As soon as the door closed, Diana jumped to her feet and searched for a way out of cottage bedroom. Her eyes fell onto a window and relief flooded her veins. Silently, Diana crept to the window and took a leap of faith. Literally. With one leg swung over the windowsill, Diana looked back at her she had once sat with her mother. It had all come to an end. Her family. Over. A dead brother and abusive parents.\n\nDiana ran through the small village swiftly, blocking out the noises of surprised villagers and angry shop owners. Kids stared at young Diana as she slipped into a back alley and dropped to her knees. Tears sprung from her eyes as she imagined a lifetime with an old man, someone who claimed he was a noble. \"I am too young to wed.\" This wasn't entirely true, for she was fifteen and at the proper age to be sold to a fine suitor. But she felt it deeply in her heart... That man was not fine, for he sounded cruel and terrifying. As time passed, the noises of guards filled the streets.\n\nDiana Primrose. \nNorthwind Village. \n\n\"We are in search of the young, Diana Primrose! She has run from her marriage. A hefty award has been offered for her safe return. Currently, she is in a green dress!\" Diana violently shook as she crawled away from the light and into a corner. She had to get out of the village. And fast. The ruthless me would capture her and hand her to the old man if given the chance. Or sell her to a higher bidder. Hyperventilating, Diana searched throughout the dumpster for anything useful. Perhaps a gown would be thrown out. A brown, plain, simple, gown.Nothing of the sort was there, because no one would waste that money."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Village\n\n*Eravan was in the group of guards, the Primrose family having hired him as a mercenary guard the week before. He might not have known what happened behind closed doors, but he knew that his employers were not the nicest to the young Diana. He knew he had to find her before they did. He might be her only hope to escape. He stood tall amongst the guards, towering at 6 feet 6 inches. He wore his unique tribal armor that exposed his midsection and part of his pecks, which shone in the sunlight. He worked his way fast through the village,hoping to find her before the brutes find her. He rounded a corner and saw Diana.\n*Whispering* \"Hey! You! Are you Diana?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose. \nNorthwind Village. \n\nImmediately, Diana slipped her shoe off and threw it at him. \"No! She went that way! Leaving town, I'd assume.\" Her voice shook as the sound of her shoe slapping his face could be heard. She was scared. Didn't want him getting to close to her because she would be cornered. \"My friends are guards and promised to catch her and her accomplices!\" Diana lied once again, not knowing she was talking to a guard. Her lies could stretch for miles if she allowed them to, but she figured it would be best to stop talking in her situation. This man could be interested in an easy target or quick cash. The sounds of horses approaching could be heard in the distance and Diana whimpered, unsure of if the guards were finally coming for her themselves.\n\nShe zeroed in on the dumpster as a foul thought slipped into her ever so innocent mind.. *What if I hide with the trash?* A smirk appeared on her face as she walked to the dumpster and climbed inside of it. \"Sir, if the guards believe you are aiding someone that is wanted, you'll surely be punished. And it won't pretty. So go. And never trust anyone.\" Diana nodded and hid underneath the lid of the dumpster, hearing the men chat in the alley. By the voices, she could tell it was the guards that had never been exactly fond of her. Then again, what guard did like her? None. She gained a reputation with them for stealing fruit throughout the village."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Village\n\nThe 5 guards would approach Eravan, who turned,his hand on his sword.\n\"Hail friends. I did not see her, so we should spread our search to the outskirts—\"\n*Guard 1* \"Shut up, swine! I heard her! You were talking with her!\"\n*Guard 2* \"Tell us where she is, and we promise not to hurt her. Too badly.\"\n*Guard 3* \"We know you got a thing for her, so maybe we can let you have your way with her, and then we split the award...\"\nThat triggered something inside Eravan, who immediately punched Guard 3 in the face, knocking him unconscious. He then drew his sword as the 4 other guards drew theirs.\n*Guard 4* \"You messed up big time, tribal trash!\"\n*Guard 5* \"Ain't no one gonna miss you!\"\nThey all charged Eravan, who easily disarmed and knocked out the 4 guards. He turned to the dumpster, opening it and looking inside.\n\"We need to go. While we have the chance.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose. \nNorthwind Wilderness.\n\n\"Pretty boy has a thing for me?\" Diana giggled to herself, amused at the accusations but grew silent among hearing the shuffles and sounds of men being beaten. The lid of the dumpster flung open and Diana simply plopped on her butt, as if she hadn't heard a thing. The way the man looked, he was panicked almost, so Diana nodded feeling urgent. He was now involved and Innocents couldn't be harmed in her adventures. *A guard has a thing for me. A guard has a thing for me.* She taunted internally and stumbled out of the dumpster. \"Why are you doing this? I've done nothing for this village, but seek out the trouble.\" The guards moved and instinctively, Diana stepped back. \"You should've left, you fool! They'll kill you if they get the chance!\"\n\n\nA man struggled to look up at Diana and guilt filled her stomach. Not for the beaten men, but for the new guard. If she had never ran, he would've been safer. \"Okay, let's go.\" Diana lifted her skirts and bolted out of the alley. \"Follow me!\" She rushed through the streets, her blonde hair flying behind her and piercing eyes searching for the forest. Food and blankets were there, at least enough to last them a night. Her feet carried her through the streets filled with men who attempted to grab her arm. Despite the distractions, Diana led the man out of the village and into the forest. \"We are almost there.\" Her confidence was quite nice to have. As her thoughts consumed her, she stopped paying attention to her surroundings and got caught in the moment. The forest had always been a place for Diana to thrive in. Soon, they were at her hideout. \"I'm safe here. Now, go. Or your punishment will be worse.\" Diana stopped running and slumped over. \"Thank you, sir.\""
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "\"I'm not leaving. You need protection. I know how your parents and your fiancé were. I am your best bet at survival. And besides. I have no where to go. Might as well spend it with a potential friend.\"\nEravan would finally sheath his sword, having used it to make sure no one could actually stop them.\n\"We need to get to Iron Gate. I have people who can help.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose.\nNorthwind Wilderness. \n\nShe had never heard of the Iron Gate, but figured she might as well trust that a man could be trying to help. Innocently she began folding the blankets that lay in the forest floor, then putting fruit in the middle of them. \"I have a picnic basket around here somewhere, but not a change of clothes.\" She smelled like she had been rolling in filth, which technically she had been. \"Ah, here it is!\" Diana pulled up a wooden basket. Quietly, she shoved the last bits of her belongings and sighed softly. \"What is the Iron Gate?\" Her voice was vulnerable, which no one had heard in quite a while. She had been closed off for years, ever since her parents had entered crazy town. Diana moved away from her once safe place. It was now a simple clearing. \n\n\nHatred rushed through her veins for the man that had actually *Bought* Her. Angry tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she shook her head violently and heaved another sigh. A sixty year old man with a fifteen year old. What did he want from her, other than to feel young again? \"I'm sorry.\" Diana cut off her racing thoughts of the man that was to be her husband, if she couldn't get away from Northwind. \"We should go. I worry that they know where we will be.\" She stepped closer to the man and held out a hand politely. \"My name is Diana Primrose and I am a peasant.\""
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "\"My name is Eravan Nightwing. I am, well for lack of a better word, a mercenary.\"\n*He took her hand and kissed the top*\n\"Iron Gate is a city. We should make haste. No telling when the guards will find us.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose \nNorthwind Wilderness.\n\nA slow smiled spread across Diana's cheeks as the man kissed the top of her hand. The two made eye contact as he did so and a blush spread across her features. \"I have never heard of the Iron Gate and I am not sure of leaving what I've known for years now. Perhaps an arranged marriage was laid in my cards. My fate.\" *A horrible fate at that* The man in front of her was everything her suitor wasn't. A fighter, a gentleman, a morally responsible man. He didn't leave her or make her to do anything she was against. He aided her needs. Diana hesitated and looked away swiftly. She was scared to leave, scared to trust a man that was practically a stranger. Softly, she withdrew and stepped back.\n\n\n\"The other guards said you liked me. It's a trap isn't it.\" Her eyes scanned the forest as she pulled her skirt over her bruised feet. She had been running without shoes. \"I should've known not to trust someone.\" She spat and turned before rushing into the wooded area. Panic filled her chest because she couldn't go back. That would simply lead to death."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nAs soon as she started running, a guard came around a tree and scooped Diana up. Eravan drew a dagger, throwing it into the guards head. The guard collapsed, Diana still in his arms. Eravan ran up and released her from the guards arms, holding her in her arms.\n\"Listen to me. I'm not one of them. I simply was hired to be a guard for your family. I am not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna turn you over. Not ever.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose \nNorthwind Wilderness\n\nDiana let out a soft scream as the guard wrapped his arms around her in attempt to flee with her. As she looked up, she saw the large weapon whirling towards the guard's head and her eyes widened into saucers. A sickening crunch rang through her ears as the guard fell to his knees and to then to his side. The sounds of his chokes filled the clearing and Diana whimpered in shock, not understanding what was going on at this point in time. As Eravan released Diana from the guards arms, she nearly fell. Only to be caught by the man who had saved her numerous times in a single day. \"My family sold me. I don't need a guard from them.\" Diana spat and wiggled away from him before rushing to get her distance. It had been months since someone had actually cared for her, even a slither of care. Diana wiped a stray tear and stared at him. \"Now why are you doing this?\""
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "\"Because I know what it's like to be given to someone you don't love. I know what it's like to be forced to marry an older person for the personal gain of others. I know what you're going through...\"\n*Eravan would look down, his vision haunted*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n*Could he be like her, at all?* Daniella held in her tears and stared down at her feet. A million thoughts raced through her mind as she attempted to understand the situation. \"I don't get it. You're a man. Why would they sacrifice you?\" Diana swallowed harshly. \"My parents always said it was the women's jobs to be sold for power, not the men.\" She shook her head and stepped closer. \"How are you like me?\" She noticed the troubled look crossing Eravan's face and she softly sighed as she looked away. Seeing his troubled look deeply bothered her. Someone had actually gone through the same thing and she had to be there for them. Diana gently reached out and touched his arms. \"One could say we're one in the same.\" She smiled, trying to find the better side of things. Yet, there weren't any good sides in a case like this or a day like this."
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"author": "kingfang3330179",
"message": "Eravan Nightwing\nNorthwind Wilderness\n\n*He would look at her as he touched her*\n\"It is a long story. Perhaps one day you can hear it, but now; we need to move.\"\n*Eravan would walk to the guard, pulling out the dagger from his head, sheathing it*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Diana Primrose. \nNorthwind Wilderness.\n\n\"You can't kill every guard that tries to take me. We will become better known criminals if we take that route.\" Diana muttered as she watched him pull the dagger out of the guard's head. She held back her gasp as she looked away from the scene, not liking the sound of the tearing flesh. \"I'm not used to death, so we must avoid it. Or I fear I won't be able to go on like this.\" Diana sighed and looked at Eravan. She didn't know whether to thank him or to run. He had murdered and fought for her. So why was she scared if this was all in her name? Perhaps he wouldn't hurt her. She'd noticed him patrolling the village. Kind whenever she was near. Diana paid attention to the guard, not necessarily wanting his attention. Yet, with all of her trouble making she had earned it. \"I fear we must go now. The guards should be close.\" She muttered."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Honestly, Darin was pretty lost. Not, lost in thought. No, as in he wasn't too sure where he was anymore. Those kinds of thoughts had been pushed away, instead his mind was honed to a sharp point- Pointing itself directly onto the brutish wolf-man standing before him. He could feel every single aspect of his being at this moment, and found himself in an oddly transcendent state. While some of the Northern battle-ragers were infamous for their tendency to go Berzerk and devote their very essence to the fight at hand, this was quite different. While they exploded, as if someone was throwing a torch onto a big bundle of dry hay, Darin didn't let it all spill over quite as much. He was moreso like a pot of boiling water, left over the fire with the lid on for far too long. It wasn't an intense explosion of ferocity and might, but a slow, high-pressure spill where he gradually boiled over, and the little cool he had was eroded. Underneath that, the aspect of Darin that he himself tried to keep a bit under-wraps was glaring out. Not a second soul, as some liked to describe the people who could switch into another mindset under intense pressure, but a side of him that otherwise didn't find time to grab the spotlight nearly enough.\nNow, the spotlight was all his.\n\nDarin's legs kicked slightly as his chest and face ached. The pummeling had been quite thorough, but nothing that could disable a man of his calibre. Especially with this smattering mockery coming his way, Darin's teeth ended up gritted as he haphazardly pushed himself onto his feet, stumbling slightly and tightly gripping the left side of his face- which was starting to take on a rather unpleasant looking, almost purple-ish color. It would hurt like a bitch tomorrow. That was, if Darin had a tomorrow to look forwards to. Still, his one eye that remained in use had an unnerving tinge to it. His iris was enlarged from the adrenaline keeping him on his feet, and the frenzied mood had his entire eye glaring wide open- leaving the pupil as a black island in a sea of white. Sweat, tears, and even the odd droplet of blood tinged his face with a sheen as the sun bore down on it, leaving his visage glistening slightly. For a moment, what stood there surrounded on all sides by enemies was not a noble- it was a madman who had been pushed across his mental limit, and was going to push his physical limits further.\n\n\"Teach.. *Teach* Them..?\" Darin repeated, with his breath still strained despite his second wind. \"Oh, I'll teach them alright.. I'll teach them what the *Inside* Of your ***RIBCAGE*** Looks like!\" While it sounded like a cocky claim, there was no real 'superiority' or mocking tone in his voice- Just genuine anger, pushing a very genuine threat. His free hand shot out, grabbing a hold just below the ax head, and with a fierce tug (Probably fierced than what was required), Darin pulled it towards himself. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to absolutely *Sunder* The opposition with his bare hands. \nAt this point, the beating of hooves became increasingly apparent. Darin's senses certainly registered it- but his mind didn't really. To him, there was simply put battle raging all around. Sure, he didn't remember any of the forces involved having this number of cavalrymen, but as of now he didn't remember much. There were heavy red clouds hanging over his mind, and soon there would be a red rain."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Lord Wesley Wolff\nTobias Westbrook \nWhite Ridge, Asairde\n\nThe Wolff's estate was called White Ridge, named for its position stop a narrow hill with a winding path leading to its gates. The valleys below had pockets of settlers that were displaced from Iron Gate or other larger cities. For a small fee, the Wolffs let them stay on their land, hunt their game, and sometimes even provided baskets of grain to them when the snow was heavy and they could not fend for themselves. It was a long standing tradition before the Wolffs ended up becoming White Ridge's keepers. \n\nThe snow was lightly falling outside the frosted windows when Wes rolled up his sleeves. He was already disheveled, hair wild, collar undone, sweating, and rolling up his sleeves was the final sign that he really meant business. He grabbed Tobias' shoulders, balling his fists against the fabric, before he pulled him close. \"Tobias,\" He said as he pressed his forehead against his momentarily. \"This is life or death. I have no intentions on losing, and unfortunately I have to trust this shot to you...\" He pointed to the left sloppily... Just in the general direction of the target but nowhere near it in reality. \"I know you're nervous...\" He reached down to grab his hands, slippery with sweat. He wiped them on his own shirt as he spoke, \"But, my fate is in your slippery hands. Do not lose focus.\" \n\nWes pulled a dagger from the back of his trousers and dangled it in front of Tobias' face. \n\n\"This is our ticket to glory and salvation,\" He placed the dagger in his hands then turned him to face the target. He rubbed his shoulders, \"Look at it... It's there... Victory. It's yours, claim it.\" He patted him on the shoulder then took a few steps back, running his hands through his messy dark hair.\n\nWillard and Theirou settled on two fur lined chairs, long since losing the game. Willard had a stein made of bone that was larger than his head and filled halfway with ale. He laughed watching Wes take the game so seriously, \"Honestly, Wes. I came here planning to lose. I'm only bothered that you were not on my team.\" He looked over to Theirou, \"Do you think we should just change the rules and declare the first ones out the winners?\"\n\nWes barked, \"SHUT UP!\" Tobias was lining up his shot, he didn't want him distracted.\n\nCharlotte rolled her eyes, \"Do you really believe Willard's ramblings will help him? You're finished.\" She looked up from her dagger, she was using it to file her nails. Wes glared at her. She nudged Taedra with her elbow, \"Look at that. He's angry. Maybe we should start rambling too.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**House Westbrook\nHouse Wolff\nWhite Ridge, Asairde**\n\nTobias' eyes squinted, letting out an exhale as Wes placed his forehead to his, telling him it was a life or death situation whether or no he hit this next shot. The alcohol on the man's breath matched his own, as they'd been drinking shot for shot with every winning strike by their brothers, and now, their sisters. Thierou and Willard had lost, and practically fallen on their asses into the thick furs that lined the chairs by the course. Their drunken laughter and jokes upset Wes, which in turn upset Tobias, who had to deal with the man pointing out his slippery hands. He hadn't been nervous until the bastard started to get intense, then he broke out into an uncomfortable sweat that the cold was doing nothing to calm. \n\nWith the dagger and the pat, Tobias jutted his elbow back, urging Wes to fuck off and let him take his shot without any more drama. \"You change the rules, Willard I change the direction of this blade towards your cock.\" Toby called, letting the wind carry his voice instead of actually turning. \n\nCharlotte shot off a comment as well, and the man tensed, pulling his arm back and letting the thickest part of the gust that hit them pass, waiting for just the right moment-\n\"While we're young, Toby.\" Taedra called, turning her own dagger over in her palms. She stood beside Charlotte, Thierou's thick fur coat swallowing her frame as she waited. So far, Charlotte was the better shot of the two, but she was eager to keep at it even when their siblings had fallen into drunken heaps in the snow. She wouldn't learn without practice, and they didn't have the same set up back home. \n\nTobias threw his arm forward, and the blade soared through the air, hitting just the right curve the man had hoped it would in it's trajectory. The silver of Wes' dagger glinted in the sun, and Toby grinned, satisfied, and placed his hands on his hips.\n\n\"You missed.\" Thierou pointed out, stifling a snort, \"All that bullshit and you fucking missed.\" He bellowed, sinking deeper into the chair he occupied with a generous drag from his flask. \n\nThe dagger had hit the right path Tobias had wanted, it was true, but unfortunately, the dumbass hadn't aimed correctly, and the dagger went soaring over the target by at least a foot, only to land blade down in the frozen tundra on the other side a few yards away. Tobias' jaw dropped, and he slowly dropped to his knees, arms at his side with disbelief as Taedra picked up the decanter of wine and passed it to Charlotte, who happily took it over to their brothers. \n\n\"And that's game, enjoy your goatpiss.\" Taedra smirked. It wasn't really goat piss, but the mountain brewed concoction sure as the seven hells smelled like it. A few glasses was enough to knock a man down, but a whole decanter split between the two would leave them with a terrible hangover and the unforgettable memory that they lost at their own game to their sisters."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "House Westbrook \nHouse Wolff \nWhite Ridge, Asairde \n\nWhen Tobias missed, Willard nearly fell out his seat laughing. He laughed because he missed the shot, but he also laughed at Wes' reaction to him missing the shot. Willard was sprawled out with his leg over the side of his chair and his head practically in Thierou's lap, trying not to run out of oxygen. Wes screamed a whole string of expletives as he kicked at the dirt then pushed Tobias over in the snow after he'd fallen to his knees. \"You missed it by an mile, Tobias! I thought your sweaty baby fingers would be the problem, but all along it's your goddamn eyes!\" \n\nCharlotte ran over to pick up the dagger that Tobias launched in the snow. Her thick maroon cloak was trimmed in white fur, and the color of her cheeks matched the deep red of the fabric. They'd been out there for a while. If they made this much noise in the house, Alexandria Wolff would chase them out with a broom anyway. She walked over just as Taedra came to bring them the goat piss. Wes put his hand out for it, but Charlotte held it close to her chest. \"For Toby's sake, I think I'll hold on to this until a little later.\" Wes rolled his eyes then snatched the drink from Taedra. \"If the last shot were left to me, you two would be drinking these and you know it.\" Charlotte scoffed, \"Enough of your stalling, brother. Drink.\" \n\nWillard caught his breath enough to sit up at the edge of his seat, \"This is the exact outcome everyone was hoping for.\" Wes glared at Tobias before he brought the glass to his lips to knock the thing back in an attempt not to taste it. The drink ran down his face, over his own black, and onto the snow. The majority unfortunately made its way down his throat, and after he'd finished he kneeled over and made a disgusting retching noise that sent Charlotte sprinting to the other side of their game area- towards Willard and Thierou."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "`\nHouse Westbrook\nHouse Wolff\nWhite Ridge, Asairde\n\nWillard lost his shit as well, and his new angle found his head in Thierou's lap. The oldest Westbrook took the opportunity to shove his flask into Willard's hand, encouraging him to keep the buzz going and the cold away. Charlotte flounced off to retrieve the dagger, and Taedra beamed to her eldest brother, obviously proud to see their middle sibling shoved over in the snow. \n\n\"It's not my fault you frozen fucks live in the windiest fucking part of Asairde!\" Toby protested, but only verbally. He was laying on his back in the snow, arms outstretched to either side and making no effort to move. \n\n\"Want me to bury you there, Tob?\" Thierou asked, and moved his gaze from his brother to Charlotte as she made her way back to their camp on the sidelines. When he and Willard had lost, they'd snatched all the unused bits of clothing and basically made a nest of their chairs. When the dark haired Wolff heiress got close Thierou reached out for her, taking her hand and pulling her down into his lap, forcing Willard to make the decision to either move his head or be face to face with his sisters ass. \n\n\"And what prizes do us first losers get?\" He asked, trying not to snort at Wes' retching."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "House Westbrook \nHouse Wolff \nWhite Ridge, Asairde \n\nWillard took the flask happily from Theirou. He wasn't especially fond of drinking to excess, but tonight he was willing to let loose because Wes lost and that was always grounds for celebrating. He opened the cap and took a large swig before he let his arm hang, the bottom of the flask sat in the snow. A semi-brilliant accident. He just stayed there laughing at Wes dry heaving, knowing full well if he didn't stop drinking soon he would be the next one doing that. \n\nCharlotte laughed from behind the chairs at Toby's excuse, \"Oh! It was the wind that did it? Did you hear that, Taedra? I thought they were just drunk and possibly blind.\" She wasn't expecting Thierou to grab her, so when he did she yelped and fell onto his lap. Willard didn't seem to care that Charlotte was nearly sitting on him, but when Wes kicked snow on Tobias when he was laying in the snow with his arms stretched out, he decided he'd help Tobias out by rolling out the chair and throwing a snowball at Wes.\n\nCharlotte looked over at Thierou, \"Mocked for eternity?\" She playfully flicked his nose then reached back for the flask Willard left in the snow. She took a sip then handed it back to him. \"There are no prizes for any sort of failure at White Ridge,\" She said with a laugh as she stood up. \"Even if it's to me,\" She shrugged then ran over to Wes and Willard because of course Wes was taking the snowball fight too seriously and absolutely destroying a very drunk Willard."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Fts. Ghengin Veraggian\nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper\n\nVeraggian looked over to a guard beside him with an expression that fed off of agitation. \"You know, killing this fuck would be exactly the kind of poetic justice Kharlyle is into you know?\" He nudged the man next to him with his elbow to both of their delight. \n\n\"Listen mate, we don't know you, and Master Kharlyle is expecting a lot of mercenaries yeah? The man has a personal army. We don't know if you're jus' ere' to slaughter everyone and then burn the place down yeah?\" The other guard spoke.\n\n\"Al'woight, Oim' thinkin' best case for you is waitin' until we have a high officer to verify ya', worst case is ya keep on talkin to us and our crossbowmen up in that parapet shoot you fockin' dead\" Veraggian looks back at him flatly."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper \n\nAlbert's eyes flicked to his captor for a moment, then back to the mansion before him, taking in every inch of it. Could something like this one day be his? What a question! Now that he had seen it, he knew that he could have all of this and more one day. He would have it or he would die trying! \n\nAs he pondered this, however, a thought struck him. Perhaps giving up his lands and signing them over really was the best option. It would cost him a great deal, of course, but it was an investment in the future. It would garner him an alliance that would likely catapult him to the throne or, if nothing else, he would learn how to be as cunning and borderline crazy as the man he rode beside. With those skills in hand, he had no doubt that he could reach everything he wanted. How could he not? He'd either be able to reach it on his own, or he'd be able to scratch and claw, trampling whomever he needed to trample in his quest for more power and wealth. The very thought-the very image of where this might lead-practically left him salivating. \n\nHe nodded after a few moments, then glanced at Kharlyle as he said, \"We can have so much more.\" He had little doubt the man would stab him in the back-after all, he had stabbed him in the face!- if it ever benefited him, but for this moment, he sensed that he needed Kharlyle. He had so much to learn, and his training had begun there on the abandoned bridge. He paused for a moment, then managed a slight smile as he said, \"So tell me, where do I sign for this alliance to begin?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Micael Everadin \nOutskirts of Whylderholm Proper\n\nHe nods and sighs, leaning back against the his horse, watching Veraggian nudge the man next to him \"Poetic justice?\" He chuckled and tilts his head back* \"You are funny\"\n\nHe nodded \"Very well... I just wished to know why ive been here for almost a week now and not heard anything\" He tilts his head to the right before he straightens back up shaking his head \"You reckon i would slaughter and kill everyone? Really?\" \n\n\"A high officer?\" He sighs and crosses his arms, looking up at the Parapet \"How many men armed with a crossbow?\" He looks back at Veaggian \"I know it'll take alot more then one\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\n\nWhylderholm Proper\n\n\"Well haven't you perked up a little?\" Kharlyle hoisted he reigns of his horse in a jovial tone approaching the twin estates. \"One moment, yaw' swearin' at me and such, cursing my existence, but as soon as you see ol' Kharlyle's fockin' mansion to the skoi', you just put the past behind ya self yeah?\" Kharlyle laughed at himself. \"And about the signing of papers and such? Well it's only fair you give a signature to me, I gave you one for free and you didn't even need to ask\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick \nWhylderholm Proper\n Albert eyed the two brothers wearily and shook his head a little. One was as crazy as the other, and although Mercurio had not appeared so at first, he was a loon. But... Weren't all that ruled a little crazy? From his studies of the history of Northwind, few of its rulers had been sane, and well, he couldn't help but wonder if he was crazy for even trying to ascend the throne. But he was starving for it. Starvation would drive a man to do the most depraved things. \nHe glanced at the two loons beside him and said, \"I would have thought you'd have a name for it that was a bit more... Foreboding. More of a symbol of your power, but... I suppose it speaks to your... Personalities.\" *Fruity. *\nThey came to a halt and began to dismount, so Albert took his cue from them. Leaning forward, he hooked the ropes binding his hands onto the horn of the saddle and then swung his right leg over the back, sliding rather awkwardly and ungracefully off his mount. His heart panged a bit at the thought of his previous mount, whom he had bred, raised, and trained himself. Yet even then, it was a sacrifice well worth it. The ascent to power never could be clean. So what if it was littered with a few corpses? He let out a soft grunt when he hit the ground and, with a bit of difficulty, managed to free himself from the horn of the saddle. He then turned and looked up at the imposing mansion, his eyes flitting over it and examining every inch of the facade.\n Albert might be hungry and a little crazy, but he wasn't such a fool as to put all his eggs in one basket. The ascent to power would break a few eggs, but he needed to make sure that those eggs were not his own. No, by now his other contact had likely received his letter.\n\nLord Albert Rhoderick\nIron Gates, The night before his meeting with the Whylders\n\nAlbert, while young and perhaps a bit naïve, was not exactly stupid. He had learned over the years not to genuinely trust anyone, nor depend on anyone too much. With a father like he had had, one learned that pretty early on in life. It was for this reason that he had sat down the night before he was going to meet the Whylder brothers and penned the letter to house Westbrook.\nIn truth, Albert knew little of House Westbrook. He had had no dealings with them in the past, and as a result, he was perfectly aware that this was a longshot, but he knew that his father had spoken well of them. Furthermore, the daughter of House Westbrook could be a promising alliance through marriage, while the riches the house held would be enough to fund his ascent to the throne. He also knew that the Westbrooks were interested in increasing their holdings and garnering more power. For years, House Westbrook had remained holed up in the middle of the mountains of Northwind, yet recently, their political maneuvers made it clear that they were slowly reaching out, like little tendrils of a vine that sought to wrap itself around the greatest tree, snaking upwards to light while sapping sustenance from the tree.\n\nHis quill slipped across the parchment, the black ink slithering across the page as the quill scraped against the parchment. He worded the letter carefully, knowing that his future rested upon the success of one, or perhaps both, of the alliances that he was about to form. As aforementioned, he knew little of the Westbrooks, and so he pandered to them on a variety of levels, hoping that something would be effective in wooing them. The delicate handwriting scrawled across the page indicated someone of breeding and education, but said nothing to the conniving man behind it.\n\nTo the Lord of House Westbrook\n\nI am writing in regards to the leadership of Northwind and the future of our nation. Indeed, I believe that we are in the most dire straits, and it is only those who best understand and respect the traditions of Northwind that can lead the nation into glory and power. Those who take this moment, seizing it with an iron fist and taming it like we have learned to tame the wild mountain horses, will benefit most. \nIt is in this respect that I admire John de Burgh, but he has disrespected our previous king and our traditions. He came to the funeral of our king with an army, not to respect and mourn the dead, but to pave the way to the throne. He does all under the guise of security, going so far as to strengthen the council, yet in seating himself as head of the council, he makes his true intentions clear. I have no doubt that he will dissolve the council once he becomes king. His political leanings, from what I have seen, will cause him to betray the nobility in favor of the shitbloods. It is our duty to maintain the class order and to protect our traditions, our houses, and our stations. We cannot allow an individual who mocks tradition to lead us. The gods themselves would laugh at our weakness! Moreover, House Burgh already fell into ruin once. Can we truly trust a house that has already proven incapable of upholding itself to lead an entire nation?\n\nI offer you an alternative to De Burgh in the form of an alliance between our houses. I have taken over my father's holdings following his death, and I believe that we could mutually benefit from such a partnership. I would gain from your wisdom and experience, as well as any material support that you could offer. I have land holdings and wealth, but lack the men for an army. I believe that you could provide that to me. Likewise, you would benefit from the opportunity to topple a lunatic from the throne, protecting the nobility and elevating your household. Indeed, as king of Northwind, I could bring your household to a station of power that it has not known in some time. You will be revered in Northwind. As high as the mountains upon which your house stands, so shall your power be, standing next to me. \nI look forward to continuing this discussion, if you so choose, and more importantly, I look forward to a vibrant, fruitful future. May Northwind soon be under our domain. Long live House Rhoderick. Long live House Westbrook. \nYour Humble Servant,\nLord Albert Rhoderick\n\nAlbert signed the letter with a flourish, slipped it into an envelope, and poured the crimson wax to seal it shut. With the wax still hot, he pressed the seal into it, leaving the image of a fox imprinted on it, just as Rhoderick would see himself imprinted onto the history of Northwind forever. Quietly, he slipped out to the livery where a trusted rider was waiting. The exchange was quick and discreet, and with that, the rider disappeared into the night towards House Westbrook."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder \nWhylderholm Proper\n\nKharlyle mantled down from his horse.\n\"Albee, now I know I did that whole thing where I cut a letter or somefin' inta' ya head or somefin', but honest mate, I'm doing ya well. Well. And well, I know you would probably like ya head back to where it was a few days ago maybe, but it's not that bad. But tonight. Uhm... Tonight will be just that bad.\" Kharlyle gritted his teeth and pulled back his collar. \"It won't be pretty aight, but it's for ya own good yeah, its liquidation night, And I don't fink I've ever done a liquidation wif' someone as profit'able as you, yeah\"\n\n\"And I'll be doing *ALL* Of the liquidation because I am ever so good with the business side of our business\" Mercurio seemed to intercept Kharlyle's every thought. \n\n\"Actually Merc, you're quite bad at most things\" Kharlyle stated flatly.\n\n\"False\"\n\n\"But, you actually *Will* Be doing all of our heavy paperwork tonight will Mr. Rhoderick on account of the fact that I really don't want to\"\n\n\"I KNEW ALL ALONG\" He screamed, heads turned towards his directions. \"Albit, come with me, its liquidation night\" Mercuro said to a bound and injured Rhoderick."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nWhylderholm Proper\n\nAlbert groaned softly just listening to the two of them. It seemed like they were always talking in circles, and his brain had a bit of a hard time following the crazy talk. Though perhaps this was their plan? Talk in circles to disorient him, and if they kept doing it enough, maybe he'd end up as batshit crazy as them. \n\nThe talk of liquidation stung him to his core. He had already written the letter to House Westbrook, promising power and wealth and portraying himself as a man with land holdings and such. He did have those at the time of the letter, but if the Whylders had him sign that away, he would be left with nothing. He would have nothing left to bargain with... Unless his alliance with the Whylders was enough for the Westbrooks to believe that he really could garner the support of the noble classes and that he had the charisma to lead.\n\nHe finally pushed such thoughts aside with a slight shake of his head. He couldn't think of them right now. He first had to secure an alliance with the Whylders, as crazy as they were, and then he would continue on with his other conquests. One acre, one house, and one bridge at a time until he could finally circle around de Burgh like a snake and sap the last of his power.\n\nHe hoped there was nothing more to this *Liquidation*. They made it sound sinister, but the truth be told, as long as it involved no more blood or pain, he'd be satisfied. In any case, he didn't join in on their conversation and simply followed Mercurio into the manor. His eyes widened as they stepped through the grand entrance, where they were greeted with the most exquisite finery. Gold glimmered in the candlelight, while ornate tapestries and luxurious furs seemed to be draped across every available surface. His breath seemed to catch in his throat, and he openly admired it all. Indeed, the finery here rivaled even that of the castle in Iron Gates. How they came to such wealth, he didn't know, but he knew that, in league with them, he would also enjoy such finery. How could he not?"
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Lady Alianor\nNear the Symons' Estate\n\nAlianor shivered and pulled her cloak closer to her neck. Her breath billowed in the cold air, forming cloud-like constellations as she walked from the castle to the nearby stables. Although the servants had done their best to keep the bedchambers nice and cozy, she'd woken up with a chill and an even frostier attitude. They couldn't even manage to do one thing right, damn them! Needless to say, her breakfast was miserable, her parents - one of whom was busying himself with porridge, the other buried elbow-deep in parchment - weren't much for company either. \nHuffing, Alianor had stormed out, at least as much as you can with folds upon folds of clothing weighing you down, and decided she'd much rather spent the morning with her beloved stallion - maybe even go out for a stroll. \nThere she was now, pushing snow from her boots and aimlessly kicking pebbles into the air. Nearing the stables, she let out a pent up breath. She continued to the door, unlockig it with a key she'd pulled from a bag at her waist. The double doors opened, revealing a row of bays on either side of the cobblestoned floor. Determined, she walked to the third bay on the left, where Khali was huffing in anticipation. \nFor the first time since she woke up, a smile displayed itself on Alianor's face. Reaching into her bag once again, she withdrew an apple she'd snatched from the breakfast table. Biting into it, she offered the other half to her horse, who took it from her outstretched hand without complaint. \n\"Good girl.\"\nOpening the bay, she began to prepare her steed for a ride, finishing with putting a saddle on her. Satisfied, she braided her hair and mounted her black Frisian. Upon hearing the clicking of her tongue, Khali trotted forward as she felt her owners heels digging into her fur. \nSpeeding up into a gallop once they'd left the immidate estate grounds, Alianor let out a laugh as the cold air whipped her face, heading for the mountains."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nThe Mountains of Northwind \n\nPrince Nickles stood atop the mountain peak, armed with a cow femur. He watched and waited. Far below, he saw a girl approaching upon horseback. His teeth, a gelatinous cartilage, ached with hunger as a result of the famine that plagued his peak. \"I do believe it's nearing tea time,\" He laughed gleefully. He picked up the wicker basket at his feet and leapt from the peak, calculating that he would land in the exact location that girl would arrive to in approximately eight minutes.\nHe tumbled through the trees and brush on the cliffside until he landed with a dull thud on a patch of dirt. His wicker basket was turned to tinder underneath his limp body. He slowly peeled himself off the ground with a low groan, tears streaming down his face. \"HELP ME!\" The eleven-year-old prince shrieked in agony. \"HELP ME NOW!\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nNorthwind Mountains\n\nEven though the weather was not as harsh compared to further North, the thick fur she kept wrapped tightly around her thin frame struggled to protect Vanessa against the frozen climate. For her journey, the lonesome woman had chosen a horse with the thickest coat and a muscular structure, knowing it would be a difficult ride through the mountains if she had chosen a weaker horse. So far, her choice allowed Vanessa to travel towards the borderlines of Northwind without any predators on her tail. \n\nNo skin could be shown as she rode besides the bridge of her nose, a wooden fabric mimicking a scarf as it wrapped around her face. Her hands were covered in thick gloves to prevent her fingers from suffering frostbite as she tightened her grip on the reigns, praying to the gods that she would find some shelter soon. She had chosen this direction to travel, having learnt that bandits were a common thing when it came to paths that intersected with borders so she did her best to avoid them. She found it pointless in fighting when it wasn't necessary, preferring to save her strength and energy for a bounty that would bring her coin. \n\n\"You're doing great boy.\" Her teeth chattered as she spoke, finding it difficult to find her voice so it came out more like a croaked stutter. From the buildings in the distance, Vanessa could only assume that she was finally near civilisation. She was in need of a warm meal and a scathing bath, something to warm her up so she was able to properly think about her next plan. Hopefully she was able to find herself a place that would allow her to do so after finding an appropriate post to tie up her horse."
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