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251.833333 | 2019-06-19 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook \nAsairde outskirts\n\nThe younger Westbrook brother had spent the day on patrols. He and Thierou had been tasked with taking patrols for the morning while the men attended a meeting. It was only supposed to last a few hours but he'd not heard the thunder of footsteps coming to relieve him. He was lingering by an outpost, hit feet propped on the small table that sat outside the small.Wooden cabin. In the summers, it was warm enough to sit outside, and he could tolerate it now due to his thick furs. \n\nHe dug the tip.Of his dagger under his nails, pulling the dirt from beneath it with the same interest a man had stomping on a bug. He was bored out of his mind, and if he wasn't relieved soon he'd certainly throw a fit by the time the dinner bell rang back home. \n\nHe wasn't against providing his share of the work, but he was against breaking promises. And he'd promised the new scouts to take them up into the peaks, to show them how to hunt the more dangerous game thay lived there. The sun was already past high noon, which meant he'd already broken his promise, but he could still make it and just apologize to the youths for being late. \n\n.\n\nBut another half hour passed and no one came, causing his annoyance to flare. When finally he heard the sound of footsteps, they were too quick to make sense with the marching of the Westbrook patrols. He sat up from his slouched position in his chair, his hand dropping the dagger he held in reaching for the sword that was mounted in the snow to his left. Horses didn't come this way on their own, and he furrowed his brow ss he rose to his feet. \n\n\"You're trespassing!\" He called out, a warning to the wind, and moved to the edge of the outpost. It was situated on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the pass that ran just below. Bandits came this way occasionally, but they tended to stick to the easier passes on the lower levels of the mountains. \n\n\"Who's there?\" He called out again, this time hearing the echo of his voice on the stone"
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward \nAsairde Outskirts\n\n*Trespassing*? Vanessa felt confused as she looked ahead, witnessing not a single soul that could have called out to her. Perhaps hypothermia finally got to her and she was hallucinating. Did hypothermia cause hallucinations? She shook her head from the thought and pulled the hood down to reveal her face, allowing the woman to have a better view of her surroundings. It was then that Vanessa noticed a man further ahead, observing the path she was making her way towards. It must have been the winds that allowed his voice to reach her from such a distance. Nonetheless, she decided to avoid a possible attack and pulled against the reigns, halting the horse behind a large structure to prevent herself from being seen. \n\n\"I'm simply passing through.\" Her continued to crack as she yelled out, doing her best to raise her voice loud enough for him to hear. Inhaling the brisk cool air, Vanessa chose her replies carefully while racking her brain for information. Perhaps she had stumbled upon someone's land, not realising she strayed quite a fair bit from her usual route. Vanessa forced herself to cough,clearing her throat so she could raise her voice to properly communicate.\"I just want to travel peacefully. I didn't mean to cross your lands.\"\n\nNow she had warned him, Vanessa decided it may be safe enough to continue without fearing an onslaught. The huntress dug her heels into her Horse's hip, carefully looking towards the man who had called out to her. Each step the mare took was slow and short, not wanting to seem like a threat. Vanessa knew many houses were superstitious when it came to outsiders, she could only prey that this was not the case. She felt safe enough to not fall from her saddle as she raised her hands with the reigns, showing that she had no weapons on her besides the bow and arrow hidden in it's quiver."
},
{
"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Lady Alianor\nThe mountains of Northwind\n\nKhali was getting skittish, Alianor noticed with growing unease. Slowly, she pulled the reins tight and got the horse to slow down to a halt. She leaned forward and patted her neck, whispering in a soothing tone: \"What's wrong, big girl?\" \nAlthough outwardly calm, her insides were a different story. Sure, if someone or someone pursued them, she could take off, but even Khali could only go on for so long. Alianor herself wasn't much of an opponent either - she knew how to fight with words, rather than weapons but that wouldn't do her much good. \n\nCautiously, she pushed Khali to a slow trot, scanning her surroundings. Nothing but snow and rough cliffs and yet - Suddenly, a voice reached her ears. Although she couldn't quite make out what it was, she gauged from the tone that whoever or whatever it was was seemingly in distress. Unable to pass up a chance to investigate, she followed the screams to find a small boy writhing on the cold floor.\n\n\"What in the everloving frost are you doing out here?\""
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles slowly extended a feeble hand in the direction of the girl. \"Please, help me... I slipped from the cliff side and I t-think I broke my ankles. I don't know what to do,\" He said. He looked cautiously at the large horse, clearly put off by the smelly beast. \"Do you happen to know how to mend a twisted bone? That would benefit me greatly.\""
},
{
"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Lady Alianor\nThe mountains of Northwind\n\nAlianor scoffed. \"Yeah, sure. And should I just hand out my coat too, while I'm at it? You've got to do better than that.\" She pulled the reins tight. \"Try standing up first.\" Alianor knew the most people living in the harsh landscape did everything they could to beg and steal for scraps of food. There was no way that she was *That* Naive. Pathetic. Plus, she didn't even want to touch the boy, raggedy looking as he was."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles Ramsalot\nThe Mountains of Northwind\n\nPrince Nickles narrowed his eyes at the girl. He hadn't expected her to be such a shrew. He barred his teeth and sighed. \"Very well...,\" He slowly moved to get up, using his cow femur as a cane to steady himself. He winced in pain and peeked up at the girl through the hair that fell over his eyes. \"See?\" He said, motioning to his shaky stance. \"I told you I was in... **PAIN**!!!!\" He raised the femur high above his head and brought it down hard on the horse's skull. Blood began to gush from its head and down Nickles' wrist as he struggled to dislodge the head of the femur from the horse as the large animal's legs began to buckle. It sank deep, all the way to the trochanteric fossa. \"Don't worry, Ma'am. I'll save you from this wretched dragon. It'll harm you no more.\""
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233 | 2019-06-20 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nThe voice that gave a reply was a woman's, and he raised a brow in confusion. A single mare stepped from behind the boulder it had been stationed behind, and he waited for the others to pull out as well. But they didn't, and he felt his brow furrow further in confusion as to what a woman was doing riding though the mountains alone. \n\nShe raised her hands, and he didn't take it as a sign of surrender. If it were him, he'd also send one man out to lure out any patrols. He kept his gaze flittering over the pass as he moved from his place on the ledge, carefully making his way down to just above the path she took. He looked down at her, but only by about two feet or so. His hand gripped the hilt of his blade, and he ran his eyes over her. \n\n\"You didn't cross _my_ lands.\" Tobias corrected her, and nodded to the horse she rode. \"Are you the only one with a mare, or are there others around the bend?\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nShe remained seated in her saddle as she kept her gaze on the man making his way towards her. She was impressed to say the least as he made his way down the ledge. If she had been in his position, Vanessa would have most likely fallen. However, she didn't appreciate the hostility when she noticed his hand resting by the hilt of his blade, but could she expect any less?\n\n\"I can assure you that I'm alone.\" She answered simply while keeping her hands raised. However, her eyes left his as she studied over his appearance, admiring his form before returning her eyes to him. \"I prefer to travel alone rather than a group. I simply wanted to enter Northwind without taking the route that gave me a higher chance of being raided. I lost my map however during a very rough night and have been using the sun as a guide. Which mind you, is a pain in the fucking behind.\"\n\nShe knew he would be suspicious about her truth but it was all she could provide him. \"If you could let me pass through, or better yet provide me shelter and food so we may rest and I'll give you coin in exchange.\" She was bold, she knew this herself as she kept her hopes low."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde outskirts\n\nAgain, he didn't quite believe her, but he also found it hard to deny a stranger shelter. If she'd been riding and facing the trials she claimed, it would bode well to have the Westbrook's be the first friendly face in the mountains. After all, they weren't cruel. \n\nBut some bandits were clever and without the rest of the patrol here to give a second opinion, it was solely his choice. \n\nHe took another moment, and with a stern look he nodded. With his arm her motioned her to the path that would guide her mare up to the patrol station. \n\n\"I've got food and shelter to spare, follow the path around the ledge. I'll-\" He paused, and sucked his teeth before muttering a _fuck it_. He shifted his weight, jumping down from where he stood to grip the loose reins of the mare she rode, easing it into a pace that wouldn't take ages to get there. \n\n\"You're both severely underdressed for a ride through Asairde.\" He noted, trying to gauge if she knew where she was."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\nHe wasn't wrong. Her lips had a blue tinge while her skin had become sickly pale from the frozen temperatures. When he didn't turn her away, Vanessa sighed in relief, not wanting to have to travel a further distance without rest. \"Thankyou.\" \n\nThe man brought many questions to her mind as he decided to guide them himself to the shelter he mentioned. Questions that she would eventually have answered before she continued her journey through Northwind. Her hands ached as she no longer held the reigns and had the chance to properly stretch her fingers, hoping the gloves were enough to prevent frostbite. She wouldn't know for sure until she took them off.\n\n\"Great observation.\" Vanessa couldn't help but role her eyes towards his comment. If she had dressed appropriately for the weather, she wouldn't be suffering the way she was currently. The mercenary forced herself to bite her tongue before making a snide remark that could possibly have her turned away. \"But unless you have something I could wear, there's no point in addressing my choice of attire.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde outskirts\n\nHer tone changed from cautious stranger to snark, and he raised a brow, unable to help the small smirk that graced his lips as he looked back at her. \n\n\"I do, but now I'm not inclined to provide it.\" He remarked simply, and paused, guiding the mare on the icy turn carefully that put them back in a straight path to the cabin that served as an outpost for the patrols that had to work during the night. \n\nIt wasn't fancy, but it provided all basic accommodations. There was a fire, two beds, a place to piss, and the basics of a kitchen. It was fitted with enough supplies to last two men a month if needed. But no one had been stranded out here in years. \n\nHe secured her horse, and offered his hand to help her dismount from it. There wasn't a full stable, but there was a storage place around the back for firewood and other bulky supplies. She'd be fine in there, at least it offered some protection from the winds and snow."
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180.857143 | 2019-06-21 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outposts\n\n\"How gracious of you.\" Sarcasm was a part of her nature, she couldn't help it no matter how hard she tried. She lifted one of her legs around so they were brought together, allowing her to slide off the Mare with ease while using his hand to her advantage so she wouldn't fall on her face. \n\nWhen she was safely on the ground, Vanessa released his hand and patted the back of her coat that had ridden itself up. The accomodation he provided was enough for her, even though it didn't look its best. It was most definitely better than remaining on horseback for a day or two. There were dark circles beneath her eyes from the night's of forcing herself to remain awake. It was too dangerous to fall asleep in the middle of the snowy terrain, especially when she was alone. \n\n\"So you mentioned we are in Asairde?\" She asked rhetorically. It annoyed her that her attempt to use the sun as a guide had failed her. She wished her mother hadn't gone and killed herself before she had the opportunity to learn how to follow the stars. \"I must have really fucked up.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nWhen she dismounted, he nodded, making quick work of unsaddling the mare and hefting the thin leather over his shoulder. The creature followed easily, obviously tired from the journey from Gods knows where, and moved into the make-shift stable without trouble. Tobias hung the saddle to let the remaining snow and wet drip from it, and dug through the crates for another set of furs. He found one, and draped it over the Mare's wet coat, patting her flank twice before heading back to it's rider. \n\n\"We are. Just on the edge of it, but yes.\" He confirmed, dusting his hands with a few claps before nodding his head towards the door of the cabin, leading her inside. The fire was going, he'd kept it lit for the men who were supposed to meet him hours ago. Soup boiled in a cauldron on the hearth, and it smelled of winter more than summer. The spring had started the thaw near his home, but the sun hadn't quite graced the northern part of their reach yet, and the summer was only just starting to try to catch up. \n\n\"Have a seat...\" He paused, and glanced over his shoulder at her. \"You never gave me a name.\" He added."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\nShe felt heat hit her cheeks almost instantly when she stepped inside the cabin. It was pure bliss. She brought herself in front of the fire and knelt down, having craved for its warmth more than the food above it. \"It is Vanessa.\" \n\nReaching to her shoulders, she took off her coat before laying it on the ground beside her. She gazed down, eyeing her gloved hands before peeling them to reveal uninjured flesh. *Oh thank the gods* She had been fearing for her fingers ever since she lost feeling in them. \"May I have the pleasure in knowing yours?\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nVanessa moved to the fire, shedding her coat as she started to pluck the fingers of her gloves off. He too hoped he wouldn't have to deal with black and blue frostbitten fingers under them, and when she curled her fingers he felt her relief. \"Tobias Westbrook.\" As he introduced himself, he lifted her heavy soaked coat from the floor, and hung it over the rack by the fire to dry. It was useless while it still held water and snow, and if she went to put it back on now she'd find it miserable. \n\nHe shed his own, though it wasn't that bad. The cabin had a clear line from it's place, the trees didn't block the sun, and the place he'd been lingering outside hadn't been too chilly under his own coat. \n\n\"You can stay here until the patrol comes through, then they'll need the space. Depending on how you're feeling for travel, we can work out other arrangements or you can be on your way.\" He explained."
},
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Lady Alianor\nThe Mountains of Northwind \n\nShock, disbelief and finally rage crossed over Alianor's face as she slid out of the saddle, caressing Khali's face. \"It's going to be ok-okay...\" He voice broke as tears began to stream down her cheeks. Not caring about the cold, she ripped the shawl from her neck and tried to stop the bleeding. Holding onto the cloth with one hand, she turned.\n\n\"Being despicable is fun for you I'm assuming. But that didn't fill your belly either. So, now what?\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\n*Westbrook* His family name sounded very familiar, a name she must have learnt during her studies of other houses. Unfortunately she couldn't remember much about it due to her lack of interest when it came to such. The feeling began to return to her fingers as the colour to her face and lips much to Vanessa's relief. She felt herself glued to the fire in front of her as Tobias began to speak, thankful that he had given her shelter even though it had been reserved for the Patrol. \n\n\"I appreciate it.\" It was probably the first non sarcastic appreciation she had shown him. She needed to work on her people skills as it wasn't often for her to come by someone with such generosity. Mostly due to her behaviour towards them, preferring to distance herself from befriending anyone that may bring her emotional harm. \n\n\"Do you do this often Tobias? Providing shelter for strangers? Not that I'm not grateful for it, but it doesn't necessarily seem like the smartest thing to do.\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"No, I don't.\" He said simply. \"But that's more that I don't usually have the opportunity to do so. My father and elder brother determine those kind of things back home.\" He explained, pulling another set of furs from the trunk beneath the small bed. He hefted them, checking for damage, then moved to her. \n\nWithout couth, he tossed them over her shoulder, and moved to make himself and her a bowl from the soup that boiled. \n\n\"Do you find yourself trying to travel without direction often?\" He countered."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\nVanessa nodded slowly as she listened to him explain, silently noting that he was the youngest of his family. Feeling the warmth provided by the fur, Vanessa finally found herself gaining enough strength to pull herself from the fire. Now that she wasn't so focused on the fire, her stomach began to tighten as it created a hungered growl. \n\nHis question led one of the corners of her lips to raise into a smirk, noticing they were now simply playing a game of questions. \"I don't. Usually I'm more prepared but lately I've been distracted.\" \n\nShe sat herself in the seat he'd suggested earlier, making herself comfortable while she could. She was grateful for anything that would bring her comfort after being on horseback for so long. \"Why aren't you with your family? Or better yet, why are *You* Patrolling?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias ladled a helping of soup into the bowl he held, shifting it a bit to accommodate the other he held as well. It wasn't slop, it was full of vegetables and game, and was hearty and steaming as he passed one to her. \n\n\"There was a meeting, something about a change in routes and clearance being granted to certain people,\" He waved his hand dismissively \"Politics, basically. I offered to cover, but those fuckers seem to have indulged in a bit too much ale to find their way back on time. \" He muttered, raising the bowl to his lips and taking a generous gulp of the broth before picking at a piece of meat with his fingers to test it's temperature. Deciding it was fine, he plucked it from the bowl and popped it into his mouth. \n\n\"Where'ya headed?\" He asked, still chewing."
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\n\"It sounds like your men are completely trustworthy with their tasks.\" She was amused, her father and brother would never drink enough to lose their senses if they had to work, especially when it came to patrolling. She mimicked Tobias with the soup though found herself choking as the temperature seared her throat. She was a princess when it came to heat, even though she had been savouring it on her skin earlier. \n\n\"Towards Terresol. I still have a fair way to ride but because of my apparent detour, it seems it will take me longer than planned. I was lucky enough to have come across you if I'm honest. Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to carry a map that I could use, would you?\" She wouldn't be upset if he didn't have one or refused. He had already done so much for her and she had put herself in this mess but it would bring her comfort in knowing she was travelling the *Correct* Route."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde outskirts\n\nHe chuckled, moving the back.Of his hand to.His lips to keep from exposing the mouthful of stew he had partially chewed. \n\n\"No, I don't have a map. I don't exactly need one in my homeland.\" He told her with a shrug. \n\nThere was a pause, and he let his eyes lift to her, looking over her for a moment. \n\n\"Maybe, Vanessa, if you ask nicely I'll personally escort you to Terresol.\" He offered, curious to see how she'd respond to the offer."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nHer gaze left the bowl of soup to meet Tobias's stare with her brows furrowed and a confused expression. At first, she assumed he was playing a joke and waited for some form of punchline or request of his own but when he remained silent, she allowed the offer to sink in. She took a slow and long sip while weighing out the pro's and cons in her head. \n\n\"And why would you escort me all the way to Terresol? That is quite the offer and not a simple one either.\" Would he not prefer to stay with his family? Then again, he was all the way out here patrolling when he most likely didn't need to. Fortunately, Vanessa knew better than to stick her nose into another's family life, especially when he was offering to guide her."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde outskirts\n\nThe man shrugged. \"I have no reason to. I certainly don't want to.\" He started, and sat up straighter. He rolled his shoulders, and hadn't realized how tense he was until he heard the ripple of his spine cracking. It felt like a relief though. \n\n\"But, if I take you back to my families home, get you warmed up and prepared to leave, then I'll hear from my sister about how lovely you were, and my father about how I should have been a better man and guided you safely, to assure the gods were pleased with my work and that you were taken care of properly.\" He paused, taking another mouthful of meat.\n\n\"And frankly, that sounds worse than a trip to Terresol.\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\n\"I would have to agree with you, that sounds dreadful.\" She chuckled, amused that his family would cause him so much trouble. \"Your sister however sounds lovely.\" \n\nThe soup tasted great, something she hadn't expected as she plopped a couple vegetables in her mouth. She preferred to leave the best for last, which was the Meat. \n\n\"But yes, could you please escort me to Terrasol? I would be very appreciative.\" She would have a greater chance of actually arriving in Terrasol. With her luck, she would arrive in Ibethiel without him or better yet, Taemar. \"Honest. And you won't have to worry about taking care of me if we happen to run into Bandits. As long as my fingers don't lose feeling, I can take care of myself.\" Seeing as they were travelling South, she wouldn't have to worry about such."
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241.5 | 2019-06-28 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nHe let his eyes hold her own as she spoke, seemingly trying to justify herself on a trip that she was going on regardless of his company or not. He chewed as he listened, and when she finished he inhaled deeply through his nose, setting his bowl aside and wiping his fingers on his pants. \n\n\"I'll escort you to the border, that seems like enough to fulfill the duty that my father's going to imply is mine just by having met you.\" He said, and cleared his throat. \"Once the patrol arrives we should stop by my home, for some supplies and a stallion for myself before we ride out. I can get you to the border in a few days time. \""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\n\"Perfect, that is all I will need.\" She nodded while continuing to pick at her food. As long as she reached the border, she would be perfectly fine on her own. However when he mentioned they would have to stop by his home, she could only hope he would be the only one to enter inside. Vanessa didn't enjoy being surrounded by a family, having just left her own dysfunctional family back at home. She brought the bowl to her lips and swallowed the left over liquid, feeling the heat rush down her throat. \n\n\"Even though you may feel forced to accompany me to the Border but it is still very generous of you.\" Vanessa placed the bowl aside and sat her hands on her lap with her fingers entwined. She felt bad for putting him through all this trouble but did her best to hide it, knowing she very much needed his help. \"When will the Patrol arrive?\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nHe ran his tongue over his teeth, giving a small smile. \"My apologizes, I don't mean to make you sound like a burden. The intention is more to remind myself of my duties so I don't find myself tempted to stray from a good path.\" He explained, and straightened, pressing his hand into his thigh to brace himself. At her question about when the Patrol was supposed to arrive, he looked to the window, noting the change in light that streamed through it. \n\n\"Two hours ago.\" He answered, clicking his tongue before moving to his feet. The warmth of the cabin had been welcome before, but now he was beginning to grow warm under his furs. \"I don't doubt they either got caught up with my father or brother, or that they detoured for a drink. Either way, it's-\" Just as he said that the door opened, and he found himself staring at a blushed Harrison. \n\n\"My apologies, my Lord, there was a surprise change in patrol routes, we were tasked with completing the new schedule before we were allowed to return to our posts.\" The man explained. He was about the same height and build as Tobias, most of the men in the Westbrooks service has the same light coloring and features that came with a life in the peaks. \n\n\"For what reason?\" Tobias asked, snapping his fingers when Harrison's gaze diverted to Vanessa behind him. \n\n\"Er, -Potential allocation of troops to assist in the fight for the Northwind throne, my Lord.\" Harrison answered, stuttering a bit at the first bit out of surprise to see a woman in the cabin with Tobias. Tobias pressed his lips into a tight line, and looked over his shoulder to Vanessa. \n\n\"Our detour might take a little longer. Would you prefer to stay here or come back to the home with me? You might find better riding clothes among my mother or sisters belongings there.\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\nTwo hours ago? She couldn't resist raising her brows in surprise yet remained from speaking her thoughts, knowing it was not any of her business. Once one of the men finally arrived, she sat in silence as the two men converse finding it quite amusing. She took her hands from her lap and raised out of her chair whilst taking the fur coat from her shoulders. She no longer felt a chill after the soup had warmed her insides and the fire along with the coat she had been wearing brought colour back to her skin. She didn't enjoy looking like a walking corpse . \n\n*Lord* She felt like palming her forehead as it made a lot more sense regarding the man in front of her, yet it made a lot of sense. It seemed to her that her journey from the Witherlands had numbed her brain. Well, that was Vanessa's reasoning even though it wasn't a logical one. \n\n\"If you say so, I will go back with you to your home.\" It was not an option she wanted to choose but knew it was worth running into his family in exchange for clothes that weren't as thin in material. As she spoke, she made sure to avoid gazing at Harrison, not caring much of him. \"How long will this detour take do you think?\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde outskirts\n\nThe man shrugged a shoulder. \"I'm not certain. We can still leave tonight if you wish. Or we can wait until dawn and set out then if you'd prefer a night in a bed over one on the ground.\" \n\nHe nodded to Harrison, and gathered his own things. \"Soup's hot, don't let it over boil.\" He told him, and headed for the door. It wasn't a long walk back to his father's house, and while dusk wasn't exactly far off, they would still have light to leave for at least another hour or two. \n\nHe moved to the makeshift stable he'd tucked her mare into, pleased to see the creature seemed grateful for a rest and a blanket, and guided her back out for Vanessa to mount."
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nThe options weighed in her mind. It would make her less anxious to leave immediately but she had to think about the pros of staying a night under shelter. Seeing as they were now leaving, Vanessa grabbed the Coat she had just taken off and placed it back over her shoulders. When she passed Harrison, she gave him a small smile out of politeness before following Tobias towards the stables. The sight of her Mare brought her to her final decision. \n\n\"I will stay a night. Not for me but because this poor darling needs a proper night's rest.\" Her hand stroked against the Mare's neck gently as she spoke, caring more for the horse than her own comfort. She had done so much for the Mercenary compared to anyone she had met. \"That way she would have the energy for our travel.\" \n\nVanessa raised her foot to slide into the stirrup and gripped her fingers around the cantal and pommel of the saddle, bringing her some stability as she pushed herself onto the mare's back. \n\n\"So the Northwind throne.\" She began with a slight smirk forming at the thought. \"What is your opinion on that?\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nIn fairness, he'd been the one to offer to spend the evening before heading out. He just hadn't expected her to agree to the option, it was more out of politeness than anything else. The longer she spent in the Westbrook house the more time she'd spend with Taedra, and Thierou. And by morning she'd be asking for a different escort because why have the Second Son when you could have the first. \n\nHe didn't let the thought color his features though, he didn't care for the women in any other way than as a traveler looking for shelter, but it would have been nice to be the one to do a good deed instead of that being his brothers position. Thierou was charming and radiated confidence, while he'd spent his time training, falling into the positions of 'Lord' and 'Head Knight' as closely as they existed in these parts of Northwind. \n\n\"She'll enjoy a night in a stable with more hay than she can think to eat. She will be well rested by the time she's called upon tomorrow.\" Tobias agreed, and started to walk on foot beside the beast, leading the way though the mountains back towards his home.\n\n\"My opinion is that it's remained vacant for so long, and the South of Northwind has been filled with nothing but ghosts. They're fighting over a title that doesn't really exist anymore, nor does it matter. They just want to claim the territory so they're not contested when they settle their people there.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\nHis explanation was her reason for why she was passing through Northwind rather than finding work whilst she was there. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in the middle of a war while attempting to hunt down a bounty. \"Touché.\" Was her simple reply. \n\nShe looked down towards Tobias and wondered what thoughts were occurring in his mind. He intrigued her with the way he spoke, he didn't ask any personal questions unlike herself and kept his answers simple. \"Anything I should know about you family before we arrive?\" \n\nShe kept one of her hands on the saddle to keep balance while petting the Mare with the other since Tobias was guiding them by the reigns. The petting was more for herself than the horse as it kept her calm."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nTobias cast a look over his shoulder to her, only to find her looking down, her hand stroking the mare beneath her. \"My father's name is Tredor, he's been the patriarch of our house for a little over two decades. My brother, Thierou is set to follow in his footsteps. My mother is long gone, so you don't need to worry on that one. My sister will most likely find you though, Taedra, just don't answer too many of her questions and you'll be fine.\" \n\nIt wasn't helpful, but he figured that was all she really needed to know for one night within the walls of his family home. It wasn't as if she had anyone there to impress, maybe his brother, if she took a liking to him. \n\nThe rest of the walk wasn't far, he hadn't been stationed at the furthest outpost, just the highest, and they came upon the home quickly. A few men at arms greeted them, but they were mostly stationed for predators rather than enemies. Tobias lead her and her mare to the stables, located on the left side of the home where the mountain's peaks plateau'd a bit and gave way to solid ground. The house had been built into the cliffs, and towered overhead with sunbleached stone walls flecked with gold to glint in the setting sun."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nInteresting. She felt less anxious about meeting his family after he informed her about his siblings and Father, keeping in mind to be cautious around his sister and the answers she provided her. She kept her gaze on Tobias as he spoke, considering she didn't need to direct the horse or worry herself about the dangers ahead. It was his family's land so she trusted him enough to guide her safely to his home.\n\nShe missed her home before her youngest brother's passing, when both her parents were mentally stable and there was no hidden darkness within their walls. Vanessa shook the thought from her head and made herself aware of the men and house in front of her. She refrained from asking further questions now they were not alone until the two reached the stables, doing her best to not look at her surroundings in awe. \n\nAs the horse was brought to a halt, Vanessa made her way off the mare's back with both of her feet landing safely on the ground. \"Are you sure your family will be alright with me staying?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nVanessa was quiet until they got to the stables, and he raised a brow at her question. \"Of course.\" He confirmed, taking the time to unsaddle the mare once more. He hung it from the hook just inside the stable for easy access tomorrow, and started to remove the bridle and reins. \"My father is a man of the gods, he'd see a woman wandering this far out as good fortune for grandchildren or something.\" He was joking, but it wouldn't surprise him if Tredor _did_ think that was why Vanessa had ended up in their lands and not just because of a missing map. \n\nHe finished with the mare, settling a blanket over her frame, and picked up the pitch that leaned by the pile of hay stored in the corners. The stable he'd put her in was recently emptied, so he set to work filling it, nodding his head to the trough and bucket. \"Use that to fill her own, it should hold two.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts \n\nIf she had been drinking or eating, Vanessa would have definitely choked to his reply. Finding a partner was far from what she planned for her future, hoping to gain more coin to settle without having to rely on a man to do so for her. To distract herself from such thoughts, Vanessa did as Tobias said and went for the bucket he indicated to. It didn't take long for her to fill the trough as Tobias worked on the stable so once she was finished, Vanessa walked towards her mare and cupped the bottom of its snout so she could keep the horse facing towards her. This allowed her to examine the exhaustion the mare suffered and decided she had made the right choice. \"You're such a strong girl, Mona. Make sure you get a good nights rest.\" \n\nShe cared for her Mare, finding herself growing a bond after she left her home with her. They had gone through quite a struggle together, travelling from north of Witherlands to the outskirts of Asairde. She was proud in a way of Mona, especially since she had the strength to push forward when they had been caught by a snow storm."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook \nAsairde Outskirts\n\nWhen they finished, he waited for her to finish sending the mare off, and lead her towards the house. He was hoping to get in, get her tucked into a spare bedroom, and go unnoticed for the rest of the evening, but no sooner did they cross the threshold into the home did he hear his sister. \n\n\"Toby, I was wondering when you'd get back.\" She called, turning her attention from the seamstress who had caught her. She was examining a piece of heavy cloth beneath a sconce on the wall, and approved it for the drapes that would replace the ones that had been sun-soaked and lost their color over the years. Taedra tilted her head to the side, looking towards the woman with him. \n\n\"You brought home a friend?\" She said simply, looking to Tobias with pointed eyes.\n\nTobias returned the look, and dipped his head a bit. \"I did, and she's _very_ tired. I'm escorting her to a guest chamber now, unless there's a reason you need me?\" He trailed the question off, and underneath their words there was a mutual understanding. A moment passed and Taedra shook her head, tossing her golden curls. \n\n\"No, brother. Not at the moment. I'll see you both at dinner.\" Taedra said, taking a few steps backwards. Tobias didn't move, holding his breath. Taedra backed out of the hall, turning quickly, and the moment she turned the corner her footfalls turned from a quickened pace to a full out sprint as she ran to find Thierou or their father to tell him of the news. \n\n\"Shit.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nVanessa watched the interaction between the two, understanding why he was worried about her meeting his sister. When Taedra left Tobias and herself, she cocked a brow towards him as he cursed. \"Your sister is quite energetic.\" \n\nShe had hoped to keep herself locked away in the room for the night so she could sleep undisturbed. Vanessa was quite exhausted still from travelling and the thought of having to eat with Tobias's family was the last thing she wanted. However, she was a guest and her mother taught her better than to complain and if food was offered, it was disrespectful to not eat. \n\nInhaling deeply, she felt her chest rise as she calmed herself after overthinking the possible outcome of dinner. She knew a conversation was most likely inevitable, hopefully Taedra wouldn't take that as a chance to bombard her with questions. However besides the deep breath, Vanessa refused to allow her nervousness to show. \"So I'm guessing we are having dinner with your family. Should I be worried?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Tobias Westbrook\nWestbrook Home\n\nTobias shook his head, and jutted his chin forward, indicating she needed to move and to keep up with him. \"No, I'll tell them you were tired and wanted to go to bed. I'll bring you something if you want it.\" He said simply, Taedra was no doubt bouncing in her heels to tell someone he'd brought a stranger into the home, but he wasn't going to let Vanessa be overwhelmed. He guided her up the stairs, towards the guest quarters. There were three bedrooms made up for guests, and he picked the one furthest from the stairs. \n\n\"You can stay here for the night.\" He said simply. The room wasn't to any standard of royalty, but it had a decently sized bed, vanity, and private bathing room so she wouldn't be disturbed during the night. \"I'll find a change of clothes for you so you don't have to worry about talking to anyone.\" He lingered, his hand on the door. \"We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning, ya?\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Vanessa Ward\nAsairde Outskirts\n\nShe felt relieved when Tobias explained she wouldn't have to eat with his family and offered to give them an excuse for her absence. She kept up with his steps as they made their way towards the Guest bedroom, taking in the view around her. It was a well decorated home and she felt envious as she compared it to her own. \n\nShe stepped into the guest room, studying the large room in front of her until her eyes landed on a bed. A glimmer of happiness could be seen as she raced towards the opposite of the room and threw herself onto the bed with a satisfied moan. It was like a slice of heaven compared to sleeping outside. Vanessa twisted her body so she was now facing the ceiling with her arms spread before turning her head to face Tobias, forgetting he was there for a minute. \"That's kind of you and yes, the sooner the better. Thankyou for this.\""
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"author": "grimyard",
"message": "Spiff, Prophet of Synthereon\nTown of Lewwyk, Northwind\n\nClouds overhead are swollen and fat, hanging low in the sky like a heavy quilt sinking over a passing of buildings some could lovingly refer to as a township. The air is thick, suffocating to breathe and filled with the stench of heatstroke deaths and vile, rotten illness. One could assume a storm were brewing by the humidity, the lingering *Cold*, the clinging *Wet*. The grass is *Green*, theoretically, though tinged and tainted with greys and browns, in no fault to the heavy rains but all to blame in old, sour soil which should no longer be supporting such dense areas of shrubbery. The path to town is worn down, but not near to the amount of the larger dwellings— it's *Gritty* And *Grey* And *Bumpy* And *Twisting*, and there's spittings of weeds dotting amongst the mounds of ground which have not been tamped down by the heavy wheels of a carriage. \n\nYet a nomad toddles along, nonplussed by the smell nor offput by the weeds. Not paying mind to the gloom, *Never*, nor turning a pampered nose up to a distinct *Lack* Of generally anything. The man is armoured, wearing a pack over his shoulder which rests upon his hip, and with the stature of a great warrior but the lively step of a merry bard. It's as though there's a tune hanging in the air, music dancing along with his cheer-filled steps; a bubble, a *Break* In the dreariness that is instead filled with the warm and loving embrace of the great yellow sun.\n\nSpiff has travelled long without break, and though his feet do ache and his shoulders are heavy, his spirit is stronger than any silly ache could ever aspire to be. How, pray tell, could someone feel miserable when there is such beauty and life in the world? How could a person allow something as silly as an acquired ache bog them down, when the light is battling just as hard in order to guide his way despite the clouds? Life is a gift, an extravagant miracle, a beauty, a wonder, an everything-good-and-sunshine-and-rainbows adventure. Here, within the wee town of Lewwyk, Spiff has already found home before he has even stepped proper foot within. \n\nThe Grey Rabbit is a known place of casual sanctuary. A place to rest and recuperate, to celebrate how far the journey has come so far, and prepare for further travels as soon as one may feel they are ready to. Spiff, for one, is thankful to have made it so far. He is lucky to be welcomed by the sun's grace, knowing many have not been so magnificently fortunate as he. With a gentle touch to the emblem on the cheek of his helmet, Spiff readies to take rest within the tavern."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharn Vheln\n'Town' Of Lewwyk, Northwind\n\nKharn was a Northern man, and a Northern man was Kharn. A sudden light jutted forth into the periphery of his blackened, tea-soaked eyes. The helmet glinted unlike any metal he had seen, it was a rare, one might say, once in a lifetime opportunity to see shined metal for a Northerner. It stole his attention away from the alleyway dog fight, and in turn, his nights dinner. Kharn was young, and standing seven and a half feet tall, naturally, he was the runt of his father's litter. || And litter a small Northern man was || Like any Northerner, he sported a full dark beard down to his neck, unbraided, unmanaged. His eyes moved independent of his body in the helmet's direction. Kharn stepped away from his wall, a carpenter's hammer in one hand, a woodsman axe in the other, his back cracked as it straightened, rising up to his full height before addressing the helmet.\n\n\"*Southerner*.\" Every one of his features were charcoal, his black eyes sunk for miles within their darkened sockets. There was no mistaking what attracted Kharn to said *Southerner*. \"Southerner, may I see your helmet more closely.\""
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"author": "grimyard",
"message": "Spiff, Prophet of Synthereon\nTown of Lewwyk, Northwind\n\nMany names has Spiff heard addressed to him in his years of life, and many, he knows, are still on the way. But as this newer name rolls out from the stranger's mouth and juts through the shuffled quietness of the solemn folk at the tavern, Spiff fails to recognise it as directed to him. It takes the specification, *Helmet*, for it to click that this kind fellow is most certainly referring to Spiff's own battle-scuffed, but dutifully cared for helm. \n\n\"Good, jolly, bright day to you, dear sir!\" He greets, voice filled to the brim with the sound of a smile and the feel of a familial hug, \"My helmet is, truthfully, covering the physical appearance of my cleansing. I prefer not to remove it in the company of good fellows, although you are most certainly welcome to draw closer.\" Not once, not in a word, not in a syllable, not in a breath does Spiff's jovial tone falter. He's standing, though his bag is pinned now between his leg and the bar. \"Are you a craftsman?\" The question follows effortlessly, and with earnest— though weary from travel, there is nothing that Spiff could value more than good company and conversation, whether perceived correctly or not."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharn Vheln\n'Town' of Lewwyk\n\nKharn peered deeply into Spiff.\n\n \"A drink?\" He stated flatly, he took no offense. \"I'd have to oblige your offer, damned if we hold some attention from the locals, wan'ning to tear down a southerner with a target shaved into his head\" Kharn peered off, away from the light of the bar, losing eye contact with Spliff. He could only assume the southerner smiled and began his trot into the Gray Rabbit, but other plans were made. \"But we're not going into that bar\" Kharn pulled him forcefully to his chest and flipped his periphery, jutting his hand out towards a blackened crag field. \"You'll buy me a drink at the bear pits\" Kharn then immediately took the opportunity to cut his sword and it's sheath from his belt and begin frisking him."
},
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"author": "grimyard",
"message": "Spiff, Prophet of Synthereon\nTown of Lewwyk\n\nIn a case as such, there's many opportunity to ask very feasible and understandable questions, some such as: why him? Why now? What's wrong with the bar ahead of them, seeming to be known for its tolerance? However, Spiff is a kind and forgiving soul, a man of patience who instead works to stay on his feet when being yanked around like he's none but a child's toy. \"Sir,\" He says, a little more firmly, \"I am very willing to go wherever it is you desire a drink from, but your actions now are beginning to weary me.\" A commanding hand pushes out against Kharn, Spiff kicks his sword back with one foot and turns himself more to the side. It's an idle warning, as his sunny nature does not mean he'll allow himself to be mistreated. \n\n\"Please, have decency. Have respect. There is nothing you can take from me which I will not willingly give to you, should circumstance allow me to. Please, fall back. Lead where you must!\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharn Vheln\n'Town' of Lewwyk\n\n\"I wasn't stealing your blade, you can have it once we arrive, but I don't know you and much less trust you\" Kharn motioned for the blade once again. \"I could hardly allow myself to travel with a man who could effortlessly kill me at any moment\" Kharn spoke genuinely of his fears."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleks stirred a bit, managing to open his eyes a touch.\n*My body is so heavy... Where am I?*\nHe attempted to move his arms, but he found that they were glued to the ground. Every muscle in his body ached, throbbing in sync, imprisoning him in the fetal position he'd been in. Casting a quick glance down at himself, he found that someone had dressed him in fine silks, a soft white to compliment his ghastly features; this person, the one who had taken him, obviously didn't want him to remember any of the transportation process. Guards shifted around, and as he took in his surroundings, he realized he was trapped in a cage. Usually, they were a bit more subtle with this, but not all lords had the same preferences. So dearly did he wish to speak, yet he feared repercussions for that very thing."
},
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\n\"Careful! Careful 'dare men. That's precious focking cargo right there that is\" Second Enforcer Marikstaed waved his crossbow at his men in a rather convincing matter. \"If so much as a scratch is left on this skinny fock's hairless focking testicle, Ill have your cocks on a string around me neck for it yeah!\" This was hardly a bluff, Vhekraul had very special commands from a bookmaster representing Mstr. K Whylder about this very specific cargo load. He had not a clue why he was worth so much coin, but he wanted to know less than he did.\n\n\"Seer\" One of the men handling Aleks addressed Marikstaed \"Seer, he's too weak, if we try carrying him, we could risk breaking his frail southern arms\"\n\nMarikstaed furled his brow in consideration \"Yes, Yes, let him wait on the caravan side for a while more, let the drugs let off\" Marikstaed never allowed himself any thought on matters like these, but any logic to what Kharlyle would want with this man eluded him. The men serving under his command just nodded after receiving the order.\n\n\"Seer, even when he's well, I think it'd be best not to touch the southerner... We could still hurt, *Just look at him*\" Marikstaed knew exactly why the men didn't want to handle this strange silk laden boy, they all held a mutual distrust, a deep off-putting feeling at the entire circumstance.\n\n\"Well, just put him up in the cage and have you six lot carry alright, and don't focking let it fall, Gods be fucked you right if you do\" Marikstaed lost his intimidation, his edge in this boy's presence. He wanted him away."
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleks quietly sat up, the buzz of conversation making his head spin; were men unable to keep their voices lowered? Or was that simply something only *He* Was capable of doing? The only words he could catch were ones along the lines of 'frail' and 'fragile'. They were talking about him, certainly. No other man in the room, as far as he could see, would be described with such words.\n\"Um... Sirs?,\" He quietly murmured, \"What would you like me to do?,\" Ever the servant, he bowed his head and awaited a command, a waterfall of pristine hair obscuring his effeminate features. It was like a veil placed on a bride; he was not to be married, of course, for nobody could marry such a miserable slave. No rational person would *Want* Such a boy, lord or not. Thoughts like that had always tormented him, but in the same vein, they allowed him to drift away from the matter at hand.\n\"I am... Aleksandr Skagerlly, gift of the Skagerlly house,\" He wearily began to recite, the drugs still clouding his thoughts."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed\nWhylderholm Desposit Centre\n\nVhekraul gritted his teeth and breathed deeply through his mouth and out his nose in repetition, holding back a sharp gag reflex. \"Yeah... Yeah you're a focking a gift alright\" He began to squint, and almost raised his crossbow on instinct. \"Now how badly are you knocked about from those drugs, can you stand?\" \n\nThe other men stood within a few foot's vicinity of Aleks, though not nearly enough to share his breathing air. They traded turns staring at him, looking away not to feign manners but out of their own cringe."
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\nAleks didn't look at any of the men around him, staring down at the ground beneath him. He didn't need to see them to feel their disgust, the tense air in the room told him everything he needed to know. The boy hated how hot their tentative stares were; he felt like an animal, trapped and placed on display for public shock and awe. \n\"I believe I can stand. If you would like me to, I will do so. You are in control, sir, and may do as you wish. Thank you for having me,\" These words were not his own, they were fragments of things he'd been commanded to say before. He was... Afraid, to say the least, of what was in store. Never had he been met with such disgust."
},
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed \nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\nVhekraul had seen a lot, he had participated in many illegal, one might say immoral things. And this was not that. He had transferred a person, there was nothing wrong about this at all, but he could feel tension crawling under his skin.\n\"Well, we'll need you to load up on in this cage- er a transfer cell if you will\" Vhekraul scratched his neck. \"Well need to put you through inspection, and then after that, we'll put you into rest, so climb on up if you would\" Vhekraul commanded his men to lower the transport cage."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\nAleks bowed his head deeply, even further than it had already been hung, as a show of his gratitude. Not that it was necessary, as his thanks were soon given.\n\"Of course. Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate how gentle your men are, sir,\" Truly, he was quite glad; he had been bent and broken before, evidenced by the myriad of scars that dotted his back, so this sudden caution was welcomed. Deep inside, in his heart of hearts, he knew it was only because someone had paid a lot of money to have him. Or perhaps given his father troops? No, it had to be money, if it were manpower they would not be so delicate. Money was at sake.\nComplacently, he ducked into the cage, gathering himself into a pale bundle in one of its corners."
},
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed \nWhylderholm Deposit Centre \n\nMarikstaed ordered his men into place, the cage moving slowly but steadily, each men checking their footing, they couldn't risk tripping. One thousand other crates were being loaded and deposited around them, most containing large amounts of coin, but many contained raw materials, narcotics, stolen fine goods, even live people. It was a controlled kind of chaotic.\n\nMarikstaed felt further at peace when Aleks was out of his direct view. He paused before contemplating the first of his many questions. \"Do you have a name?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksander Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\nAleks shivered beneath his thin silks, drawing his knees to his chest and tightening into a tense ball. He felt lightheaded; the drugs still crept in the corners of his mind, but he was grateful that he wasn't in some comatose state. The lively nature of such a building made him sick, for he was rather secluded most of the time. He would've preferred to be stowed away in his study, rather than in some stranger's bird cage, housed in a massive zoo. The question drew him from his uncomfortable thoughts.\n\"My name is Aleksandr Skagerlly, though most just call me Aleks. You may have heard the title 'boy lordling', for that is my most common label,\" His voice was just loud enough to be heard, but among the racket of sound, it was like an angel's whisper."
},
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed \nWhylderholm Deposit Centre \n\nMarikstaed truly thought of if he had heard he name before. He had never. Why would he? People like this were way out of his pay range and even further out of his view of *Entertainment*. And then the words *Boy lordling* Were said.\n\n\"Ah, a boy is it? Strange.\" Vhekraul lost his conversational tone. \"So would that be House Skagerlly then, House Skaggerly of where?\" The group had made it about halfway to their destination."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\nAleks hadn't expected his few titles to jog any memories. These didn't seem like the sorts if men to dabble in his work, and if they were, they certainly wouldn't soon be telling others. His existence itself was an open secret, shared among whispering voices in private spaces with no prying ears. Such a title drove great shame onto his shoulders. \n\"I believe the 'boy' bit refers to my... Looks. Obviously, I'm not the most masculine, which is precisely why my line of work is that of a slave. House Skagerlly of the Witherlands is where I come from, known for their brutality and cruelty. Certainly, one wouldn't be able to see such malice in me. My father doesn't even consider me to be of his blood,\" He admitted with a sigh, \"Maybe I run with some other blood. His sons are all brutes, barbarians, and yet I'm... Not.\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed \nWhylderholm Deposit Centre \n\n\"What.\" Marikstaed halted in his tracks and his men followed suit. They desperately wanted to know if an overseer heard Aleks talking, almost certainly. They knew better to careen their necks around to check their supervisors, stopping was call for attention enough, they didn't need anything else to call men's gaze to them.\n\nCold sweat rolled down Marikstaed's back. \n\"You cannot say that\" Vhekraul remained visibly calm though his voice haltered. \"We do not transport those nor would we wish to. You are being paid, clothed, housed and fed, you are not what you are referring to yourself as. You may be when you leave and you may be under the same circumstances in a residence not here\" Marikstaed stated as if he had memorized a speech. \"Do you completely understand what I am saying?\" Marikstaed took deep breaths, he had crossed a genuine mental boundary line. \"You will not ever state that word again here, do you understand?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\nAleks seemed taken aback by his aversion to the word, but knew better than to question those who so kindly hosted him. He found it ironic that he was being lectured on the use of the word slave while enclosed in a thick cage, surrounded by guards, but those thoughts never surfaced.\n\"I... I apologize. I should never have spoken that word, and I should've known not to use such foul language. You may punish me, if you wish, for I am deserving of it. It is deeply shameful that I have so offended someone kind enough to host me,\" He recited, cowering further into the corner. \nThough he had indeed presented punishment as an option, he wanted anything *But* That. His old scars ached as the painful memories welled like beads of blood; he felt like a child, scolded for breaking something. There was certainly no way he could've known, and yet he felt responsible."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed \nWhylderholm Inspection Centre\n\nVhekraul felt bad for the strange caged up man above his head, he really did. More than that, he felt confused and disturbed but sympathy was not far behind. \n\n\"It probably won't take more than 10-20 minutes, a half an hour. Some time around there, yeah.\" Vhekraul tried to reassure Aleks, but was frankly not used to handing out sympathy. It was in his job, he was told to treat Aleks above himself, Aleks was precious cargo after all. \"Hell, it might take your entire lifetime, the inspection, if you aren't who you say you are\" Vhekraul laughed at himself. He tried to cut the tension with a joke, though maybe he should have chosen one implying Aleks might die in inspection."
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\nAleks drew himself inward, bundled into the tightest ball he could possibly be in. Above all else, he was afraid, overwhelmed by the rush of the Deposit Center. His ominous joke only served to further Aleks' unease. The boy nervously placed one of his knuckles between his teeth, a habit he'd picked up to ease his nerves; he nipped at the thin skin anxiously. His gnawing ceased as pain pricked in the area, reminding him of his humanity, but also that he had to respond to the conversation.\n\"I don't see why anybody would want to be in my position, anyway. Spending a lifetime here would be better than any time I spend at home,\" Though he said it jokingly, he did not smile. It was all too true."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed \nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\nMarikstaed thought about what could have possibly gone on back at his home and immediately stopped, he knew quite enough, and didn't want to make any connections.\n\n\"Well, Id certainly have to agree with you there, man, I don't think anyone would want to be in your position.\" Aleks was almost loaded for inspection. Surrounding them were countless crates being opened and checked, men screaming, workers with bricks of charcoal used to mark shipping containers, similarly to the Deposit Centre, it was a deeply thought out controlled chaos. \"Aleks, *Why* Exactly would you prefer Northwind to your home, have you ever been to Northwind before?\" Marikstaed said almost in accusation."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\nThe introduction of this sudden chaos made him want to crawl into himself and vanish. Never a fan of loud noises, he especially abhorred the sound of screaming, suffering, and pain. He'd had his fill of everything of the sort, and then some. It almost seemed ridiculous to him that Marikstaed had to inquire as to why he would want to be in Northwind.\n\"Well, have you ever visited the Weeping Pits? Any place would be better than the Gran Stead. At least, when I'm in your custody, you're not lashing me half to death for petty mistakes,\" He felt as if he was overstepping boundaries, but he continued nonetheless, \"I have royal blood in my veins, but my treatment is even worse than the slaves that run about these places. They don't wear the shame of their scars, they only wear them cosmetically.\"\nHe frowned, crossing his arms bitterly.\n\"Nothing, not anything, could be worse than the treatment I get from my brothers and father. Thieves have treated me better.\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Vhekraul Marikstaed\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\nMarikstaed went white instantly, he couldn't hear what Aleks was saying, it all became irrelevant. He said the word again. He may not have noticed, maybe he did it out of retaliation, he could care much less. \n\nHe acted instantly.\n\nHe stood up straight and called over the nearest enforcer, a man he'd known for years, had a serious connection with as they'd both been shipped to Whylderholm together. \n\n\"Enforcer Wilkemmet Ser, we were transferring precious *Living* Cargo in our cage here, and unfortunately the welding strip on the bottom split and now were in a bit of a rough situation\" Vhekraul stated in his most official of tones.\n\n\"Well Marikstaed, we certainly can't have this\" The two seemed to share a close understanding.\n\n\"No Ser, I'd like to suggest that we move Aleks 'ere to a more secluded place\"\n\nWilkemmen peered up to see the perfectly unbroken cage and without visibly changing his expression, caught on to Marikstaed immediately. \"Ah, Marikstaed I know just exactly the place, you can perform you duty in much more desolate silence\"\n\nAfter a turn of handshakes and agreements, Marikstaed leaned into Wilkemmen to whisper into his ear. \n\n\"*Red Poppy*\" Wilkemmen eyes widened, though he caught himself and withdrew his expression.\n\n\"Yes Marikstaed, and Id have to escort you on this cage repair\"\n\n\"Yes Ser of course, bring our best *Smith*\" The two were almost exclusively speaking in code at this point. Marikstaed signaled to bring the cage forth and follow his enforcer, he had other plans than a traditional inspection."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Centre\n\nAs soon as the man's tone shifted, he knew he'd let his mouth leap ahead of his rationale. The boldness he'd held only a few moments prior melted into the same trembling, naked fear he'd held before. Even after years of serving others, he still let his tongue loose; his thoughts filled with the cruel words he'd been told throughout his entire life. The one thing he'd been charged to do, he failed at, and he did it spectacularly. Even without conflict, everything in the men's exchange read as ominous to him, a warning of what was to come. Surely, the cage wasn't damaged; he couldn't tell exactly, but it would've sooner been a problem had that been the case. He wanted to murmur an apology, but he hadn't yet sorted out what type of man he was riding on the back of. Would he have the apology, just to boost his own ego? Or would he bring a cruel fist down and silence Aleks? Only time could tell. His pale eyes fluttered shut, and he took in the dull roar of the room and the frenzied beating of his own heart."
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nUnknown Location: Whylderholm\n\n\"When should he be awake\" An unblinkingly Kharlyle Whylder stared at the Skagerlly boy, chained up on every limb.\n\n\"Approximately 2 minutes sir, we just let the rejuvenation oils sink into his skin\" An armed crossbow guard behind Kharlyle spoke.\n\n\"His looks did little to disappoint, he looks like southern *Propaganda*\" Kharlyle scoffed silently. \"Merc, what does he look like?\" Kharlyle sat, still staring adjacent to Aleks. \n\n\"He kind of looks like our father Kharlyle\" \n\n\"Merc...\" Kharlyle exhaled sharply. \"Merc he looks nothing like our father-\" Kharlyle was cut off.\n\n\"Keep in mind, we had different fathers\" This point did nothing to further Merc's claim. \n\n\"It's mental gymastics talking with you Mercurio Whylder, it's a chore\" Kharlyle's gaze didn't escape Aleks, his anticipation was too great. \n\n\"Say, Lyle, what plans do you have in mind for the little Skagerlly boy?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nSomewhere in Whylderholm\n\nAleks began to stir, lightly groaning as his nerves began to awaken. The first thing that drew his attention were the thick chains that trapped him, and to his growing hysteria, he found that he was completely unable to move. Was it his bindings, or the dull throb that coursed through his small frame? He couldn't be so sure. His chest filled with an empty dread; he hadn't yet opened his eyes. His body wouldn't listen to him, it simply refused to respond to his desperate commands, so he allowed his mouth to do the work.\n\"Where am I?\" Came his voice, trembling and soft, like the purr of a kitten, \"Are you going to h-hurt me?\" \nFinally, those sunken eyes fluttered open, but he squinted as light flooded his vision. He felt so pathetic.\n\"Ah.. Sorry.. I let my tongue get ahead of me..\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nWhylderholm \n\nKharlyle gagged at Aleks purr, went to address him, and gagged a second time. He held up his index finger in indication that he needed a moment to recover. Merc exhaled deeply, not look at the Skagerlly boy.\n\n\" *I* Am not going to hurt you\" Kharlyle swallowed and gritted his teeth. \"I don't want to do much of anything to you\" \n\n\"Ah, he's a pipe-fitter, a plumber of sorts, I can tell\" Mercurio spoke confidently.\n\nKharlyle turned around completely. \"What. Merc what about this what would indicate anything like that? Why would I be talking to a pipe-fitter directly?\"\n\n\"Lyle, whether you have come to realize it or not, my instinct overpowers your intellect, a pipe-fitter he is and that's exactly the job he will perform\" Merc stood with his hands crossed, confidently.\n\n\"Merc, he's a sex worker, I bought him, he could literally do anything I asked\" Kharlyle looked into an unphased Mercurio.\n\n\"And you'd be cheating yourself if you gave him any job not involving pipe-fitting\" \n\n\"Merc...\"\n\n\"And I'll be honest, I've never even seen a pipe-fitter before\" Mercurio's response prompted Kharlyle to turn around again.\n\n\"And that's exactly what you'll be doing. Sex work. Can you give me an idea of jobs you have performed in the past?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWonderland, Whylderholm\n\nHe winced at the insults, repeated like lashes into a weeping wound, but he swallowed his pride and lowered his head. His hair fell down like a waterfall, hiding his features; he wore a mask of pleasantries, but moments like this reminded him of the face that was beneath his carefully constructed visage. It hurt. Spoken words rarely slipped beneath his skin nowadays, and yet here he was.\n\"I'm... I'm not that...\" He insisted weakly, \"I serve the Skagerlly family... This is what they want for me, and I am happy to deliver. I haven't ever been prepared to do any other job. Not even pipe-fitting. But I am always happy to serve, if it is what you would prefer,\" He felt like he was forcing bile from his throat. His own words stung like a forceful slap. The scars on his body itched and ached, pulled by the restraints. But he wasn't one to complain. At least they weren't beating him senseless.\n\"Sorry for being so.. Offensive to the eyes...\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nWhylderholm\n\n\"You're not a sex-worker? Are you not good with sex? What do you do?\" Kharlyle was talking far out of his own realm of expertise.\n\n\"Lyle, I can't help but notice he did offer to pipe-fit\" Merc had no idea where he was going with this pipe-fitting thing.\n\n\"What I'm trying to ask is, what are you willing to have sex with?\" Kharlyle deflected Merc's comment and asked Aleks flatly."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm\n\n\"Ah, no I-I am that,\" He choked out. He knew he would have to swallow the remaining shards of his dignity. It wasn't hard for him, usually, but the fact that he was chained to a wall and splayed out before these men was rather humiliating. His father would've called it a humbling experience. This topic, even though it was his life, still made him squirm in his skin. Aleks' face was rather rosy.\n\"I will do anything that I am tasked with. Sex work isn't.. What people usually call it in my presence. Servitude. I am a servant,\" He paused for a moment before adding a few words under his breath, \"A whore with a pretty title.\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nWhylderholm\n\n\"*A whore with a pretty title*\" Kharlyle laughed. \"Well at least you have a sense of humor\" Kharlyle laughed again. \"Well dignified whore, you are privy to having sex with men, no?\" \n\n\"Wait Lyle, I have a more prevalent question\" Kharlyle squinted his eyes in confusion at Mercurio. \"I think we have a problem, something of an attitude problem with our Skagerlly pal here\"\n\n\"What exactly do you mean Merc, he seems... Fine\" \n\n\"No no no, someone seems a bit down in the dumps, a little under the weather, no?\" Merc pouted his lip.\n\n\"I think he'll do fine, Merc, we can talk about this some other time\" Kharlyle straightened his back. \"So sex with men right?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm\n\nHe let his head hang, already ashamed of himself. The boy wasn't even sure what had led him to be bound to this wall, which drove him to further embarrassment; was he really so whorish? His rationale told him that this wasn't his fault, that he had been thrust into this position, but his brothers' voices echoed louder than his own.\n*Come on, Aleks, are you too weak to stand? Or is it all the men that leave you weak?*\nHis teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he recalled the painful memories. Still, he would have to speak at some point, so he forced himself to do so.\n\"I have only ever done that with men. Women aren't as interested in the Skagerlly gift,\" He admitted, \"And I feel quite fine. Thank you for your concern, but someone above me needn't be troubled about my wellbeing.\"\nThe cruel whispers at the edges of his mind continued to torment him, drawing a wince from him physically.\n*Get up, Aleks!*\n*Come on, you whore, don't be a bitch!*\n*Swing at me! Hit me! Come on!*"
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nWhylderholm\n\n\"The Skagerlly gift! You're a riot, guy\" Kharlyle slapped his knee. \"But kid, don't get too down on yourself, if this works out you'll be proud to call yourself a whore\" Kharlyle licked his teeth in comical greed. \"If we become partners, you get Whylder protection, there isn't a man on this Earth that could hurt you\" \n\n\"We'll have you performing shows, pleasing southern men, fitting pipes, the works!\" Merc was overjoyed.\n\n\"I'll have some guards escort you to your cel- room. You'll be treated to any amenities you ask for, within reason. And hey, one more question, how much does your family mean to you?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm\n\nAleks raised his head somewhat, drawing a slight sound from his chains as they scraped against one another. A polite smile framed his features, but he did not feel quite so overjoyed; really, he harbored a strong distaste for these men. He assumed they were the ones to string him up against this wall, and the ones that drugged him. At least, they orchestrated it, or at the *Very* Least, they were compliant. It made him want to spit in their avaricious features. Aleksandr knew better than to directly insult them, though, and he opted to mask his already repressed feelings.\n\"I.. I'm not sure.. My father wouldn't be too eager to trade me off so quickly. The talking isn't my strong suit, I only do as I am instructed. You'll have to consult my superiors and masters, who won't be happy.\"\nThis was a bold lie. Truly, he wanted nothing more than to fly back into the arms of Jax, his knight and his mentor. He missed him terribly. Jax treated him like an equal... A human being. Not like a coin.\n\"My tie to my family is in title alone. Although I am happy to be among them, and could not wish for any more, they do not treat me well.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe warmth of the day was fading as it passes it's highest point. The winds coming off the coast blew over the dunes, up through the sea grass and around the ankles of the Westbrook children. Taedra and Thierou were together, as it seemed they always were. Tobias had taken to Terresol to help a stranger through the mountains is their ancestral homes, the ones they knew like the back of their hands. And yet, he'd been gone for over a month now on a journey that should have only taken two weeks at most. Her letter hadn't been answered, but it wasn't as if he had given them much information on where they were headed anyway. She could only hope he'd fallen into the arms of the woman and not into a shallow grave somewhere. \n\nThierou sad on the crest of the dune, his boots kicked down into the soft slope of the sand as he watched the waves. With each gust that carried seasalt laden air over them he inhaled deeply, and finally spoke after a long moment. \n\n\"The air really is thicker down here, Hm?\" He asked. Taedra pulled her gaze from the shimmering waters, down to her brother. He wasn't wrong, she could feel the weight of every breath, heavy with moisture in her lungs. \n\n\"What are we here for, Thierou?\" She questioned, the toe of her boot pressing into the sand briefly before it's surface slipped, tumbling away down the bank. \n.\n\n\"I just wanted to see the sand one more time before the winter hits. We're not far out from it now.\" He mused, his chin tilting upwards towards the sky. \n\n\"You wanted to swim?\" She questioned, it was never something she had cared for. She was at home in the mountains and snow, and didn't trust the sea for anything. \n\n\"I wanted to drown, Tae.\" He corrected, and when her brow raised at the comment, concern coloring her features, he nodded to the small town towards the banks. Laughter could be heard, and she relaxed a bit. \n\n\"Women and wine.\" She breathed, relieved as he pushed himself to his feet, sensing sand tumbling the same way she had. \n\n\"One more run before the season changes.\" He confirmed, and nodded his head. \"Want to come with, share a drink?\" The blonde woman scrunched her nose and shook her head. \n\n\"I'd rather wait here in the dunes.\"\n\n\"It might be a while.\"\n\n\"You're a pig.\" She smiled, waving him off"
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nAs the sunset, the water sparkled with hues of pink and gold, even lavender, as the ocean same against the sandy coast.\n\n*Hush... Hush...* It seemed to whisper as the evening tide rolled in, slowly edging up the beachfront. The white sand seemed to reflect ash as the sun fell behind the wall of blue, the warmth of it leaving an imprint on everything it touched, everything it claimed.\n\nNot too long afterward, there seemed to be a sudden shift in all that was once clear. The mists rolled and tumbled in, slowly enough that it wouldn't seem sudden at all until the realization of it would come across as the land seemed to completely change. The waves could still be heard lapping at the shore, the haze surrounding it hiding them from sight so only the sound could arouse the sense of ebbs and flows.\n\nStill peaceful, the mist seemed to part on the waters, and directly in front of Taedra, a figure seemed to walk calmly out of the ocean. So calmly it almost seemed that he belonged there. He walked out of the water as if it were a door to the outside, his clothing dripping with ocean water. The small drips and splashes broke the monotonous and hypnotizing sound of the waves, but *He* Was hypnotizing all his own, as his eyes, once opened, seemed to glow like two glimmering golden coins in the evening."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nShe'd settled down into the dunes where her brother had previously occupied. From the small pack they'd brought with them from the carriage she produced a blanket, laying it along the sand where she intended to stay for the time being. A book had come with her, one that she wasn't quiet engrossed in yet, but had been gifted by their previous host. It was some tale of romance, and so far, she didn't see the appeal of the woman in it's pages. \n\nShe'd been assured, however, that it got better the longer you read. \n\nSo she turned the pages, letting the last of the days warmth soak into her skin as the sun faded. She'd eventually pull herself from the sands and return to wait in the carriage for her brother, and if he took too much longer she'd most likely leave without him. If he was allowed to leave her unattended for the sake of women, she was allowed to let him find his own way home. \n\nThe gold and purple of the setting sun colored the paged until she could no longer concentrate on the words, and she set the book aside, content to watch the waves until the sun had sunken fully beneath them. Taedra's gaze turned glossy as she watched, hypnotized by the movement of the water and the mist that seemed to rise from it as the gold and glitter were replaced. It took a while to notice, but the water was broken before her by the rise of a man from the deep, and she inhaled, the heavy air keeping her mesmerized by the sight. Surely she'd drifted off. It wasn't until his eyes opened, a shining gold like the sunrise that the trance broke, and she gasped, fingers curling over the surface of the blanket and into the sand by her hip."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe man, in all his hurry to get to where he needed to be, seemed to make a simple mistake. He didn't make sure the beach was empty. He paused for a moment as they locked eyes, he squinted a little as he took in the sight. At any other time in his life, he would probably fall all over the beauty as if he were a dog. He looked left and right, making sure no other had seen his grand entrance as the mists swirled around his knees like cats purring for attention.\n\nHe stepped forward slowly but didn't approach her too quickly. He had his hands out, the loose clothing stuck to his body made sure that even in the growing darkness she could see he hid nothing from her. As he moved, the mist followed.\n\nHe held a finger to his lips, imploring for her to be quiet as he crouched down, perhaps six paces in front of her. Obviously, she was noble. He knew this by her stature, clothing, and the accompanying story and luxurious blanket on the sand. \n\n\"How do you do?\" His voice left his throat, mirroring the way the waves could be smooth and rough at the same time. He seemed very calm, albeit slightly worried. As he grew closer, she would be able to see his glimmering eyes seemed like that of a cat's. \"I'm sure you weren't expecting that. Allow me to apologize... And beg you to keep this our little secret.\"\n\nHe knew this could go one way or the other. She could be very kind and nice and agree that this was simply a secret that must be kept, or, she could do the *Rational* Thing and scream for help from a demon of the deep. If that were the case, he would backtrack and leap back into the ocean, and find another port side town with what he needed. After all, who would believe that a man came from the water out of nowhere?"
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe man with the golden glowing eyes stepped forward, and for some reason instead of her feet moving to help her stand, her fingers just dug more firmly into the blanket and the sand beneath it. It hardened in her fists with the pressure, but she couldn't control her fingers enough to make them _stop_ the useless reaction. \n\nHe moved a finger to his lips, the mist that had enshrouded him traveling up the length of his arm with the motion to make his eyes flicker behind it's tendrils like a full moon, and she swallowed thickly at the sound of his voice. \n\nHer mind was racing through fairy tales, trying to pin point exactly _what_ she was seeing and the best way to handle it. The mountains were home to many creatures, but her lore didn't involve many water folks. She could think of a few, the Terresol king who loved a mermaid, and creatures who were part creature part human, shedding their skin once they reached land and returning to it when they took back to the deep. He certainly didn't seem like a mer-creature, but she'd never had the horror of meeting one. \n\nWhen he spoke, the fear replaced itself with confusion. How could a monster speak her tongue so easily? How could he smile like that, with glittering eyes, and ask her to keep a secret for him. \n\n\"You can speak.\" She breathed, and her brow furrowed as she found herself abandoning the book to push herself forward and onto her knees, her eyes looking to his in confusion. \"You know the common tongue?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind coast\n\nWell, what a surprise. There was a third option and that was to have a conversation. He couldn't help but smile gently at her curious confusion, watching her lean forward instead of away.\n\n\"Well... Of course, I can speak. It'd be odd if I couldn't. I never got the hang of any *Exotic* Languages so hopefully common is acceptable for you... My lady.\" He spoke softly, the mist crawling up the dune slowly but stopping about three feet from her. The title he called her was simply out of respect for a noble, although his deep voice seemed to tickle at every word that left his tongue.\n\nThe man blinked slowly, his cat-like pupils narrowing and widening as they adjusted. He could see quite well in the dark, as his eyes suggested. He wondered for a moment why she would ask such a question before it dawned on him that he did, in fact, rise from the ocean, and everything was on the table for what he could be. He sighed, looking down and clasping his hands together before looking back up. He didn't think he'd ever have to explain himself. To anyone. But here he was.\n\n\"I... Am not usually seen. But I suppose now that you have, I'll have to do something I haven't done in a very long time, \" He began, looking her directly in the eyes before placing his knees down to get comfortable. \"Explain myself. As long as you swear this is a secret, aye?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nNot only could the creature speak but he could form complete sentences. He spoke as if he hadn't just walked from the sea onto land, and her mind was racing with possibilities. She swallowed once more as he called her by her title, surprised that he'd abide by them. The knit in her brow deepened, and she scrunched her nose, tilting her head a bit to look along the drinking dark locks of his hair that settled around his neck, inspecting for the familiar gills of a fish or something. \n\n\"This is a dream. Even _if_ a creature from the ocean could speak, there's no reason one would abide by the titles of our nobility.\" She murmured, and instinctively her hand reached out to grip his chin, wanting to double check that his form was human. But as soon as she touched his skin she recoiled, out of surprise that she'd reached out and forgotten herself mora than the chill of wet skin. \n\nHe clasped his hands together, and she mimicked his motion, placing her own laced fingers firmly in the dip of her dresses fabric over her thighs. \n\n\"I can't know if I can keep it a secret until you explain.\" She murmured, then, for the first time, she straightened her back, squaring her shoulders a bit. \"Are you going to hurt me?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe raised an eyebrow at the announcement of a dream, and then raised the other eyebrow at the 'creature' comment. He closed an eye as she grabbed his chin, scratching his whiskers gently after her hand left it. He gave her a small smile, mist seeming to settle and become unmoving as he did.\n\n\"No, no I won't hurt you, My Lady. After all, if this is a dream, you're in charge, aren't you? I wouldn't be able to.\" He responded cheekily, watching her curious manner. \"I'm as harmless as any other man or woman.\" He said it rather poignantly before continuing on, looking at her hands mirroring his.\n\n\"Aye, you see, I'd be happy to tell you but *Secrecy* Is something that is *Necessary*. Given I would probably be in a mighty deal of trouble if this ever got out to the wrong people.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast \n\nThat was a fair point, and she held his gaze for a long moment before she nodded. \"I'll keep your secret if you stop patronizing my curiosity.\" She said firmly, her grip on her own fingers tightening a bit to help put some strength behind her voice. If a creature was going to rise out of the ocean and swear her to secrecy, she was at least not going to be the one getting the short end of the stick. \n\nAnd, if this _was_ a dream, and she was really, _truly_ resting peacefully in the warm sand instead of sitting across from a golden eyed -admittedly handsome- man; then he was right she was in control. And if she _was_ in control , then the authority in her voice wouldn't displease him enough to spark any threat. \n\n\"So, you just rose from the ocean. Start with that.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind coast\n\n\"Well, I couldn't go *Deeper*.\" He said with a smile before remembering that this was a serious conversation and that joking matters could wait. He couldn't help it a little bit, though. \"I... Rose from the ocean. Yes. I did. That's where I spend most of my time, you see. And it's how I travel, be it swimming, sailing, or walking on the seafloor.\" He shrugged. As if it was a normal thing. In his life, it was. \"Is that a good start? Or would you like to... Elaborate your question, eh?\"\n\nHe scooted closer, so he wasn't down a dune to her. He didn't sit on the blanket. Instead, he sat cross-legged on its border, watching her curiously himself. He was wondering how she was containing herself. He honestly thought she would cry by now."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe cracked a joke, and her eyes almost rolled in the same way they would with Thierou or Tobias making a smart remark. \"So you're..\" She trailed off as he moved closer to the edge of her blanket, and once more her body tensed. She hoped he couldn't see it in the dimming light of the sunset that backlit him, but for all she knew he could see perfectly well in the dark. \n\n\"A sailor?\" She finished, her gaze on his knees just barely at the edge of her blanket before moving up to those glowing eyes. \"Who can breath underwater. So sailor would be a profession instead of a... Race?\" She questioned, and her head cocked to the side, her golden waves tumbling over her shoulder with the movement. \n\n\"Is that offensive? I'm sorry I don't think I've ever knowingly met anyone who wasn't... Human. I-\" She paused and corrected herself. \"I assume that you're not, considering your..\" _ability to breath underwater and cultivate mist like an aura and walk on the seafloor_ \"Talents?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nAlright, he couldn't help but give a chuckle at the very big pause before 'sailor'. He looked down, shaking his head as she backtracked and tried to explain herself a little better. His smile was a charming one, his teeth were *Almost* Perfect, besides one of his canine teeth is completely golden. He shook his head.\n\n\"Well... I *Used* To be a *Nasty* Sailor. You know, they're usually called *Pirates*. Aye, but not longer. I'm not a sailor nor do I pillage the shores.\" He said, looking toward the ocean as his soaking wetness began to dry, now he was merely damp. \"I am human.\" He answered thoughtfully, looking back at her and nodding. \"I'm a human who's been through a lot. Ah... Do you know... Well, there's a *Legend* Of sorts surrounding... What most people refer to as The *Sea Scribes*.\" \n\nHe looks back at her to make sure she was following. He stopped for questions at this or perhaps he gave her a chance to think for herself. He knew she was tense, so giving her as much control of the situation was important."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe man smiled, and it made it very easy to believe the stories of people drowning at the sight of sirens and mermaids. She had to remind herself to inhale again, and she laughed at the word 'pirate'. The fear of pirates that had once sailed had been dampened in the reign of the Pirate King Bradai Maith. Now, when she heard the word, trading ships came to mind instead of swashbuckling terrorists. \n\nHe turned to look to the sea, and when he confessed to being human the surprise on her face was notable. \"I'm not familiar, no.\" She said finally, he had paused, and she realized now it was to gift her the opportunity to speak what she knew on the matter. \n\n\"My family and home hail from the mountains, I'm hardly familiar with the logistics of sailing in any sense but economical. I'm not versed in legends of the deep.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwinds Coast\n\nHe looked at the Lady and nodded. \"Plenty of people haven't heard of them, although they're mostly something you tell children to have them wonder. Some old sailors say the Sea Scribes sacrifice children, or they're half fish monsters... I assure you, they... *We* Are not.\"\n\nHe looked at the ocean again, the mist slowly, finally, dissipating slightly as he kept himself still. \"The Sea Scribes are simply people who have given all they are and all they have to the sea. Every nook, cranny, crevice of their physical body and *Soul* Belong to what they have always known was their calling.\" He nodded toward the ocean. \"And in turn, our devotion grants us gifts that no other can obtain. Be it the ocean itself or the God slumbering beneath it, we serve it faithfully. The gifts you see... They vary. But all of us get the ocean's sight, which allows us to see in the dark and murky depths... Increased hearing, and of course, we all have the ability to breathe water as we would air.\"\n\nHe looked at her, hoping the explanation was good enough for her. He dragged his tongue over his teeth while he thought for a moment. Knowing he just opened a billion more doors for her to walk down. \"But... We all begin as regular old mortals.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe transition between 'they' and 'we' was a bit unnerving, and Taedra straightened once more, pushing her shoulders back to try and make herself seem stone faced despite her surprise.\n\nHe continued, and she couldn't help the slump in mystification. His eyes glowed, and the mist that seemed to come from himself entranced her with her story. \n\n\"So, it's like a religion?\" She asked. \"Like the Drowned Gods of Math or the Sun Gods in Terresol?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver paused, thinking. A religion? Well... \"I suppose, yeah. Most... Well all of them usually choose to be hermitted away on a little island. They collect treasures to sew unto their robes. I could say we have a book to follow or a big nasty priest to butt his way into our lives... I guess the special thing is we all chose this life. We can't force anything, we choose it to happen. I guess...\"\n\nHe took a sigh and brought his hand up to curl his mustache. \"You know, I haven't had to explain it before. Forgive me, My lady.\" He chuckled nervously, cocking his head to the side as he thought of a better way to explain everything.\n\n\"I suppose you'll just have to deal with me, eh?\" He smiled slightly, giving her a clever wink. \"I suppose you've got more questions than answers still, so please continue.\" He turned his head back to the ocean. Breathing in a gulp of salty moist air."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe trance broke when he reached for his mustache, and she blinked. She shook her head, turning her attention from him to the waters he'd just risen from. \n\n\"It's, a lot to take in.\" She agreed, and while they stared into the waters she tried to being her thoughts and questions to the surface. \n\n\"I-\" She paused, her brow furrowing. \"Why tell me, why allow me to know about this?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I hist appreciate a curious mind, no?\" He jested, leaning back slightly on his elbows. He looked her up and down and sighed, nodding slowly.\n\n\"First thing... I've never been caught before. At first, I didn't know what to do. But... Secondly. Seeing it from your perspective... You just watched a *Strikingly handsome* Man walk out of the ocean and tell you to be quiet. What would you have thought of me? Probably what you kept in your mind at first. Like I was some unintelligent monster come to prey on the townsfolk. It makes me look bad. No, no I'm sure if I saw an odd fellow storm out of God knows where I'd have plenty of good questions.\"\n\nThe mist traveled up his body as he leaned back, caressing his neck as his clothing dried, the fine sand clinging to his hands as he brushed it through the little granules. He looked back at her with a smug look. \"I'm also quite lonely whilst traversing the ocean floor and enjoy the company if that counts for anything.\" He said a little quieter, looking back at the murky depths. \"Fish are no fun to talk to, believe it or not. Boring fellows.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHis jest made her smile, the grin curling her lips upwards as she tilted her head back to look over her shoulder at him. He leaned back onto his elbows, and she was suddenly all too aware that his eyes moved over her as he nodded. \n\n\"Oh, _'Strikingly handsome _'? And humble too, I see.\" She teased, but wanted to squirm in her seat that he could read her expressions so well. The mist returned with his smug smile. \n\n\"Ah, so you're looking for something to keep away the cold, lonely nights, hm?\" She commented, trying to channel her brothers energy when he flirted, though it felt silly to her."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe raised an eyebrow at her flirtatious attempt, it was... Attractive, but not in the way she was trying to convey. Cute. Iver shrugged, looking up at the stars. \"The ocean is very large. And I'm probably the only chap roaming it. Haven't met anyone else so far.\" *Minus the shipwrecked skeletons*. He wasn't sure to mention that, it wasn't the mood for it. He cocked his head to the side. \"I don't make the journey to the mainland often, it feels so relaxing to be able to speak with someone again, especially someone so curious and expressive as you, My Lady.\"\n\nHis hypnotizing eyes closed for a moment before looking up at her in a daring glare, a charming gaze that he knew for a fact worked well no matter what color of eyes he held in his skull. He smirked, sitting up and brushing his hair that had begun drying in salty waves, looking out toward the ocean and breaking his trance. He couldn't help but look at her, maybe it was the years of lonesome travel that made it so trying. His smile dropped slightly, while he sighed once more.\n\n\"And why are you so alone, as well? I admit it's odd for a flower such as yourself to be left on the coast alone.\" He decided to ask a question back for once, perhaps if time permitted he would even ask her *Name* Finally."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHis head cocked to the side once more, and she was given the opportunity to look over his features without fear of him being aware she was doing it. For a man who had claimed to just be walking beneath the waves as opposed to pulling some elaborate ruse, his skin was surprised dry. He had some color too, and not a single pruney finger in sight. \n\n\"How often do you surface? And why did you now, out of boredom, or were you really looking for companionship?\" As she asked, he gave her a daring smirk and something in her chest ricocheted so hard she worried she would be knocked forward. \n\n\"I was returning home, my brother wanted to see the coast once more before the cold sets in.\" She explained, and nodded to the lights from the tavern a little way down the shore. \"He's somewhere out there, drinking and flirting and doing things I couldn't imagine, I'm sure.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe listened to her questions, the sound of her melodic and poised voice was better than any sea shanty he had the time to learn in his years. He paused before he finally responded.\n\n\"I don't necessarily spend my entire life underwater, believe it or not. I spend quite a lot of time under waves, yes, but my *Home* Is above water, on an Island with the rest The Scribes. Very hard to find unless you live there. If i'm in the middle of the sea floor I tend to stay beneath, there's no point in surfacing in the middle of nowhere, especially when you don't need to. And *Especially* When a ship is above you. I avoid those lest they harpoon me thinking I'm actually *Worth* Something.\" He replied, only *Half* Joking. \"I travel faster underwater anyway.\n\n\"I actually have to go to the local apothecary here, Mother needs her herbs and spices.\" He rolled his eyes as a son with chores would. \"I have time, though, so why not spend it with a lovely lady on the shores, eh?\" He winked at her charmingly before looking toward the illuminated windows of the ever buoyant tavern. \"It's getting late for your dear brother, I hope no wench has served him one too many. I would like for you and yours to be safe.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nFor some reason, the man implying he lived on an island made the whole ordeal even more absurd. Her suspension of disbelief faded, and her eyes rolled away from him and back towards the waves. The undertow was stronger now, the light of the moon starting to charm the waves in the same way the man had charmed a conversation out of her. \n\n\"The more you talk the more fantastical your story gets, I think I am content to truly believing this is a dream.\" She mused aloud, and mimicked the way he was leaning back on his elbows. The motion allowed for her to tilt her chin upwards, her golden waves bunching on the blanket beneath her as she leaned her head back. \"Some fairy tale I must have read somewhere, set to life by a handsome man I must have seen earlier today.\" She continued, but looked towards him as he added that he wanted for her and hers to be safe. \n\nA warm smile crept over her lips, and she shifted her weight onto her other elbow so she could easily lift her hand to move towards his chin once more, just as she had previously. \n\n\"I wonder what it says about me, that I dream up a beautiful soul who worries about my safety, even after only a brief encounter?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe chuckled slightly at her decision that this was, in fact, a dream, letting her reach to grab his face once more. He watched her with golden eyes, allowing her to say whatever she wanted. Beautiful soul? Hm, never heard that one before. He closed his eyes briefly, just embracing another creature's touch for a moment.\n\n\"Maybe you're just as lonely as I am, my dear.\" He said with a raised eyebrow. He opened his eyes again, reaching up and taking her hand in his. It was rough, worn, from his younger days of hoisting sails and climbing to crow's nests. Upon closer inspection, she could see that they were slightly webbed at the base of the fingers. \"I won't convince you this isn't your dream, although I'm quite certain I'm very much a part of reality, I quite enjoy it when the Lady of the shores is bold in what she says... And I don't mind being the handsome stranger in a pretty woman's dream. Quite flattering, actually.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Lady of the shores?\" The blonde questioned the title, her eyes dipping to where he had taken her hand and now held it in the space between them. She'd never been called that before, and doubted she ever would again. It was a gross misnomer for who she was. \"Hardly. Actually, not at all. I'm a Lady of the Peaks, if anything. And that's only until a proposal sweeps me to some new land.\" She mused, though there was no harshness in her tone. Taedra wasn't bothered by the idea of a marriage for her family, she liked knowing that she may never raise a sword for House Westbrook, but she could raise a generation for them. \n\n\"I don't think I'm lonely.\" She countered, having had to think on that for a long moment. \"People are always around, I'm rarely allowed a moment alone, actually.\" It was true, she had been raised pretty much under her father's wing. He'd told her she was the closest image of her mother of all the Westbrook children, and she had learned that it helped ease some of the hurt if she stayed close. \n\nIt was a naive answer though, and not at all what he had meant. She knew it, but the flirtatious attempt she'd tried earlier didn't feel right on her skin. She'd never flirted with a man, and one she was trying to convince herself was an illusion wasn't a good place to start. \"How many Scribes are there? Certainly you're not alone.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "\"I am lucky number thirteen of all the scribes. A few after me makes us 19 in all.\" He replied matter of fact, his thumb sweeping across the smooth skin of her hand in a circular motion. \"You're a lady, and you're on the shores. This is the only place I've known you, therefore...\" He gestured with his hand to have her complete the sentence in her own head. He then scooted a little closer, taking advantage of her disregard of reality. He really did like this time, and truly he hoped she didn't loathe it at least.\n\n\"Perhaps then if you're *Never* Alone... The one time you are you dream something up, eh? A *Dashing* Individual with *Incredible* Charm? *Mystery* About him as well, Ooh, bonus.\" He jested, acting a bit dramatic and running his tongue across his teeth animatedly. \n\nHe looked out to the sea, and it could be seen that he dropped his joking act for a small window of clarity, thoughtfulness as he looked out to it. Hand still with hers, his grip softened ever so gently before letting go completely. \"Have you dreamt up a name for me or shall I tell you it myself? Well, I suppose that would be the same thing.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Nineteen scribes scattered over the seas doesn't sound like enough, you're right.\" She mused, her eyes closing as his thumb smoothed over the back of her hand. It was soothing, and paired with the sound of the waves it was easy to believe he was a part of the ocean itself. His voice, the motion of his thumb, and the warmth of the night provided a type of intimacy she'd never experienced before. \n\nAt his prompt to finish the sentence she smiled, lazily turning her head to direct it towards him, only to find he'd moved closer towards her. What she was about to say disappeared from her mind, her eyes looking over the golden glow that illuminated his cheeks and the length of his nose. \n\n\"It's a compliment to my imagination that I'd dream of someone so confident in himself and so wonderfully in tune with the element he claimed to embody.\" She mused, and her eyes flickered down to where his thumb still circled. \"I like that.\" She told him truthfully. \"And the way your tongue just crossed your teeth, I didn't expect something like that to make my breath catch a bit.\" \n\nHe melted a bit, returning his gaze to the sea and asked her if she'd considered a name for him. She hadn't, and in the same way he hadn't asked for hers she hadn't intended to ask for his. \n\n\"Does my ocean man need a name?\" She asked, then amended. \"If you have one, wouldn't that make you real?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Very good imagination indeed...\" He murmured, a small smile on his lips. \"My name... Say perhaps I'm not a dream— in the literal sense— And say I had a name. Maybe several. One from when I was born and a few from when I was born again... Would it matter? If I was real, would you come to see me again?\" He asked quietly, skimming over to her, and leaning in. \"Would I be able to make your heart skip and have conversations long into the night?\"\n\nHe was quite bold as well, as he always was. He squeezed her hand slightly before letting go. \"If that's the case, aye, I'd like for Ocean Man to have another name... And I'd like My Lady of the Shores and Peaks to have one as well.\"\n\nThe tide was at its highest, a few feet below the dune. The ocean seemed to push itself toward Iver, pulling for him to come back, reaching for their son as he laid on the shore with Taedra. The moon had begun to rise and the sun escaped from view, and all was quiet as the tavern began to settle and patrons began leaving with laughter and shanties on their tongues. Their time was running short, slowly."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe cadence in his voice changed from scholar to poetry, and as if he could hear her heart pounding, or maybe feel it in the pulse of her veins in the hand he held he mentioned making her heart skip. Taedra flushed, but didn't pull her gaze away to hide it. The moon was rising but not high enough to betray the pink in her cheeks, at least not to any normal eyes. Maybe the man with glowing golden eyes could see it color rising on her cheeks, and maybe that was what had prompted his mention of it anyway. \n\nHe leaned in, and once more called her by that strange title that she was starting to wish actually belonged to her. It was not partially true, and for the briefest of moments, her mind played out a scenario where she took the mantle with him at her side. It only deepened the flush, and she realized that her mind wouldn't have cast two illusions at once. \n\nThis man, leaning into her with the tide threatening to lick the heels of her boots, was entirely real. \n\n\"Taedra Westbrook.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nWith the sound of her name in his ears, he took a deep and heavy breath, nodding slowly. He saw the pink blooming in her cheeks and smiled, nodding slowly.\n\n\"Iver Trok, Son of Oceans.\" He responded lowly, the roughness in his voice highlighted by the tone in which he said it. He showed her his teeth again, the golden tooth glinting like his eyes as he came to be a little happier.\n\n\"Taedra... It's a pleasure to meet you.\" He finally said after a long pause, his eyes locked on her delicate features. \"As a mysterious stranger on the cusp of a dream, it is an *Honor*.\" He took her hand and gave her a small kiss on her fingers, commonplace among nobles, completely normal, although his whiskers tickled a little. He sat up, watching as more and more people left the Tavern. He looked over at Taedra and sighed, his glowing gaze fixated on taking in her every detail.\n\n\"My lady Taedra. What a perfect name.\" He confessed. He imagined pulling her by the waist and holding her closer, but the ocean called for him and soon her brother would call for her. He pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them. Oh, how he wished he could control time as well as he could control the waters and mists."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver gifted his name in exchange for hers, and she felt her lips move to say it without sound, wanting to commit it to memory should she ever see him again. His lips grazed her fingers, the coarse hair of his beard meeting soft skin in a way that felt like a finger prick. It was the equivalent of pinching herself to assure she was awake, and as the sound of laughter started to pour from the tavern, she became all too aware she wasn't dreaming. \n\n\"The pleasure is all mine.\" She insisted, and when he sat up a fear plucked at her chest that he was going to vanish. \"Can we offer you a ride into town? Must you leave so soon?\" She asked, though her darting glances from him to the tavern told her that even she was worried what would happen should Thierou find her laid out in the sand with a stranger so close. He wasn't the kind to jump to conclusions, but Taedra was coddled by her brothers, she didn't think the conversation would start of pleasantly. And yet, she hoped."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok \nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe laid back again beside her and sighed, looking up at the stars. He knew perfectly well that he was capable of traversing the port side town, but perhaps he would take her up on that offer. And then... He thought about her brother. Yikes.\n\n\"As much as I long to spend more time with you, I'm not sure that your company would appreciate it, especially after he's had a few drinks. I want you and him to be home safely, as soon as possible. The night holds mysteries. And not all of them are as handsome as I.\" *He winked once more, giving her hand a pat as he looked back at the stars.*"
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe laid back, and her instincts told her to lie down beside him. She started to, then in the distance,.Over the dunes she heard Thierou shouting her name. \n\n\"_Taedra! Where are you?!_\" His voice she had expected to be laced with alcohol was instead laced with fear. It had gotten dark, and she had told him she'd be waiting in the carriage. It was probably concerning to find she _wasn't_ there, tipsy or otherwise. \n\n\"My company isn't cruel, he'd appreciate someone who took the time to watch out for me.\" She offered, and glanced to the dunes. She heard the sound of boots kicking through loose sand, and she knew they didn't have long to talk in private. \n\n\"_Taedra!_\" Her brother called her name again, and his voice cracked. She straightened fully, and looked to Iver. \n\n\"If you want to avoid him you'll have to go now.\" She whispered, reaching out to squeeze his hand."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok \nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver heard his voice and stood slowly as she spoke. He stayed crouched for a moment as she grabbed his hand and he smiled, leaning forward for half a second to be close to her ear.\n\n\"Until we meet again, Taedra, My Lady of the Shores and Peaks.\" He whispered softly and standing up in time to see her brother running towards them. Avoiding was still in the books but her brother would surely notice his eyes and think of a predator instead of a man. \n\nHe looked down and pulled something out of his pocket, placing it in her hand, and then turning and splashing back into the ocean, the mists cloaking his exit as be pushed off the shore and into the deeps once more.\n\nHe had left in her hand a small lavender piece of sea glass, worn smooth and matte by the ocean's salty waves. A small token from him to her, a sweet and gentle object just like her. The mists almost immediately cleared from around her, his presence lost once more to the ocean's waves."
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"message": "Iver Trok\nUpper Northwind Coast\n\nTaking another leap through the cold liquid, Iver inhaled deeply, tasting the salt and sea on his tongue and down into his lungs. It had been a week since he had last seen Taedra, and her memory refused to fall away from the front of his mind. He was still a little frustrated with one of his brothers commenting on it, the last thing he wanted to be was teased, curse the Scribe Intuition. He rolled his eyes as he thought about it. \n\nHe finally had time to come back. He knew she most likely wouldn't be there... But that wouldn't stop him from returning to the coast. At least to watch the ocean from the same, imagining her heart beating next to his.\n\nThe mist began to form as he jumped from the seafloor, surfacing to peak through the fog for any strangers on the coast. He learned his lesson, although he knew that that simple mistake was not regrettable in the slightest. He smiled at the thought, staring up at the coast. It was slightly south of the last time, he had decided to walk there instead, having to be in a more rural spot, there would be much less of a chance for him to be seen hopping in or out of the big puddle."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHer duties on the coast were over, she'd finished her business and returned home to the Peaks of Asairde with Thierou. But she couldn't stop thinking about the sea. It's song had never called to her before, and she'd certainly never thought twice about the blue expanse that battered the coast of their nation. \n\nBut now, it seemed she couldn't get the song from her mind. Every crisp gust of air carried the smell of snow, and her mind replaced it with salt, wondering if the golden hue she was seeing was the sunrise through the peaks or the sea scribe's glowing eyes. \n\nIt took a little convincing, but she managed to tag along with an advisor who was going back to the sea port town to report on the fur sales with a ship that had just docked. She insisted that she would need to understand how the trade ports worked if she was ever going to be able to advise her brothers in the future, and before she knew it she was riding back down the coast. They were staying closer to the docks and the center of the township, so she worried she wouldn't get the chance to sneak away again. \n\nOn her second night there, almost a week since she'd seen Iver emerge from the undertow, she managed to get away. Not fully, but enough that she lingered on the farthest part of town, the tavern that her brother had been visiting while she waited in the dunes. She waited outside of it, a drink before her on the table that was intended only for summer use. The others were all empty, the patrons lingering inside with the fire and closer access to alcohol, but she didn't mind the quiet. It made it easier to watch the waves for the mist, if she wasn't distracted by conversation. She wasn't exactly foolish enough to believe he'd return, but she was allowed to hope for the duration of a drink."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe stepped slowly through the shallows, his feet still sinking into the sand and water the clung to his ankles. The mist was fading quickly this time, it was cooler out than before. He took a deep breath of air and continued forward, watching the sunset slowly.\n\nThe Sea that loved him sparkled with hues of yellow and pink. Even a blushing red. *Red at night, Sailor's delight* He thought to himself. An old saying that stuck with him as the years passed him by. Time passed by so slowly now, looking in the mirror he had hardly aged a day from when he was reborn, seven years past. He smirked at the thought. At least he wouldn't have to worry too much, he told himself he'd likely die by a stray harpoon before the age of sixty. He closed his eyes before looking forward, walking past the town and even walking along the boardwalk and past the docks, keep his head held low and his eyes half-closed to reduce the dull glow that emanated from them. After being alone again he looked back up, eyeing the tavern that he had seen time and time before.\n\nAnd her.\n\nHe slowed to a stop, standing as other people walked passed him. The glass sitting on the table in front of her and her long-lashed stare towards the ocean. Well, what a surprise this would be. He smiled a bit, stepping down toward the water again as the dock ended and the shore resumed. He stopped for a moment, once more, thinking about what he would do or say. Usually it was all in the moment but for some reason his mind was going blank. So, instead of thinking too hard, he hopped up the shore and walked right up to her from her right, sitting down in the chair across from her.\n\n\"Is this seat reserved, My Lady?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe woman had been lost in her thoughts, eyes vaguely trained towards the sea. She felt like she was in a haze, though whether that could be attributed to the booze or the sea she wasn't sure yet. \n\nHer fingers rested on the glass before her, nails drumming to click against it with a soft sound that sounded like her mother's old wind chimes. It was soothing, and her eyes drifted closed for a moment. \n\nThat was, until a voice asked if her seat was reserved. The sound of the chair legs scraping against the deck of the tavern made her pull her eyes open, and she went from surprised but annoyed to pleasantly surprised. \n\n\"It's you.\" She murmured, her voice whisper- thick as she spoke, a genuine smile gracing her lips. \n\n\"What are you doing here? I thought we'd used all of our coincidental luck on our last encounter.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Perhaps you fell asleep again and dreamt of a mysterious stranger again, eh?\" He teased, a smile spreading on his face as he set his hand down over hers. The smile was a happy one. He didn't expect this, either, and the sheer luck was quite incredible. \n\nHe leaned forward slightly. \"Or... Perhaps it's tides of fate coming to fruition... Taedra. I'm very glad to see you again.\" He said. His rough voice was low, husky, his smile curling his words gently.\n\nHe looked around the joint. \"It's too cold for a lady such as yourself to be out here, you know...\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver's hand placed itself over hers, and she let her eyes drop to it briefly. He was warm, and his skin only a little damp like before, but he seemed like he'd been on shore for a little bit. \"I didn't see you..\" She nodded to the waves that lapped happily at the shore. \n\n\"I was hoping if I waited a little while longer tonight that I'd see you again, the cold isn't too bothersome to give up that chance.\" She explained, though now that he mentioned it she did notice the chill. \n\n\"Where would you suggest I be instead? Rent a room at the inn above the tavern and wait on the balcony to see the man of my dreams rise from the ocean?\" She teased, though it actually sounded like it would have been a smarter idea."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Well... Given that *Someone* Saw me last time, I decided to surface in a more remote stop. South of here. And as for *You*... You could have at least worn a thicker jacket, it's getting colder and colder. Snow isn't that far off.\" He said a *Little* Worried, patting her hand gently. \"You couldn't have found a *Window* For the man of your dreams, eh?\" He looked toward he door of the tavern. \"I suppose you've waited here for long, and I don't know if my jacket would do you much good as it's a but chilly from, well, you know. Being in the ocean.\" He shrugged, leaning forward. \n\n\"I can't imagine you're comfortable... To be completely honest I'd have thought my Lady would be back up in her mountains.\"\nHe gruffed, placing his head on his other hand. Even now his eyes were captivating her. He could feel her tiredness in her voice and he pursed his lips.\n\n\"I honestly didn't expect you to do this, My lady. You can't be comfortable with the cold and the night baring down on you...\" He said with a frown before standing up and walking over, setting a coin out of his pocket next to her drink and holding a hand out to her.\n\n\"Walk the shores with me, My lady. Where I won't be ogled at.\" He gestured toward his face. He was quite unique in that aspect."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nDid his voice sound like that last time? Laced with joy and concern at once? She gave a sheepish smile and dipped her head, not used to people who weren't her family fretting over her. \n\n\"I didn't expect to be out so late.\" Taedra acknowledged, lifting her free hand to tuck a wave behind her ear. \"But the hest inside fogged the windows and I worried it would be hard to watch for a silhouette in the night from the other side of a misted window.\" She explained, but moved on to his next point. \n\n\"She was, I- I mean I was. I went home, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, about the sea, about this.\" She pulled from her pocket the small piece of lavender glass and laid it before them. \n\n\"I wanted to see if I could conjure you back. \" He rose, offering his hand, and she stood as well when she took it. Before they moved from the table, she swiped the sea glass he'd given her last time back, holding it firmly in her other palm."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver laughed, softly, as he held her hand and walked down to the coastline. He looked back at her with absolute adoration for half a moment before letting go of her hand and placing it around her waist as they walked.\n\n\"*Conjure* Me... Ah, no, sorry but sea-glass doesn't *Conjure*. And... I'm not conjurable, apologies for that. That was just so you knew it wasn't a dream... We scribes treasure little things like that. Sew them into robes. I've got mine at home, I don't wear it out given the fact that it's... Very unique looking, heh.\"\n\nHe smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cream-colored pearl. It was small, and slightly oval. He held it out in his open palm. \"This pearl was from a little clam at the bottom of the ocean. It took a while to form that little thing. The ocean does tend to take it's time with things.\" He looked at it, suddenly changing the subject, it seemed. \"Aye... The ocean takes it's time. Everything is eventual, if it were meant to happen at all. I have faith that our luck *Won't* Run out, My lady. Eventually, I'll find my way back to you.\" He said with a nod."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe guided her, a few steps ahead and their arms at full length for a while until she gave a half skip to catch up with him. They fell into synchronized steps, and his hand dropped from hers. She would have taken offense had his arm now snaked around her waist to pull her close. \n\nShe flushed just as she had done the last time, and she wondered briefly if the heat radiating from her cheeks would be enough to dry them both out. \n\n\"Is that what this is? A pre-destined meeting by the gods?\" She asked, her mind taking her back to all the times her father held her cheeks in his hands and told her the gods had wonderful things planned for her. It never occurred to her that _wonderful_ didn't have to be a synonym for _useful_. Maybe they had just planned for nice things, like a handsome man walking at her side with his arm around her waist.\n\n\"How have you spent the week, what happens at the bottom of the ocean in the time between pearls forming and pearls being collected?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind coast\n\n\"Well, I brought some collections back home, took care of a few things for some of the old scribes. Fixing up things, as a good little scribe does... Then I spent a few days in meditation in a trench, my mind was... Very distracted, So it was time for that... And right before leaving the island again, I fought with my Brother.\" He added the last part with a salty stare toward the horizon, honestly. He was still a little pissed, but not enough to dwell on it too long. After a brief moment, he turned back to her with a small smile.\n\n\"Maybe I should have meditated longer, but I was more focused on finding you again.\" Speaking of meditations and rituals was normal for such a spiritual life such as his, but thinking back he realized a lot of people didn't see the importance of meditation. He hoped that it didn't sound like he was being useless."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIt sounded so calm compared to her own life. Certainly less stressful. She'd reached an age where she was being courted, trained on her families affairs, expected to present herself into the lives of the adults around her. It was a lot to hold on her mind, and a few days meditating sounded like a concept she couldn't grasp. \n\n\"How does meditation work? Is it like prayer?\" She asked, wanting to broach the subject of his fight but knowing that was risky. \"You say that as if you would have sought me out, would you have gone into the peaks.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\"Perhaps I would have, but I didn't have to...\" He commented. \"Meditation... I could show you. You don't have to be in an ocean cave to do that. You find a quiet place... And you lay down. I mean, in the ocean it's just letting go and floating, but finding a comfortable spot is important. You don't want to think about your body or physical being at all. And you close your eyes and focus on... Nothing. And if you can't focus on nothing, you choose one thing to think of. Honestly... It's like... Pulling the burden from your head and heart and you feel lighter and more peaceful. It's *Really* Hard to do for a lot of people, but I've had a while to practice it.\"\n\nHe rolled his shoulders and pulled her closer, his hand moving over her arm and rubbing gently. To warm her. He closed his mouth, he was rambling about something she probably wasn't even interested in. He smiled a little. \"There isn't a lot to do when youre distracted... So meditation is the way we take care of that...\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIt sounded nice, and the offer to teach her how implied that he might come back to teach her again should she fail as a student this time. \n\n\"I'd like that.\" She told him truthfully, and when his hand started to rub the length of her arm she suddenly felt very aware of the heat that came from where her other arm and hip pressed against him and how cold the rest of her was. \n\n\"It's quiet enough here, would this work? Or should we go further down the beach, see if we can find a cavern?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe slowed down and faced the ocean, and dropped his hand from her and turned to face her. \"If you'd like to learn now, sure.\" He looked to the ocean as the moon was rising and he smiled a little. \"As long as you aren't too cold. Here.\" He pulled off his jacket and threw it over her shoulders. He wore a loose linen tunic underneath, a cool grey color, the same color as a cold and stormy ocean. He also, surprisingly, had a few tattoos on his forearms from his pirate days, one of a skull, and one of a compass star. Matching placements on each forearm, the skull on his left and the compass on his right. \n\n\"Find a spot you'd like to lie down, anywhere you'd like.\"It was an odd request for her to make but he felt like anything she wanted was important to give her. Hell she was a noble, she probably had all that she wanted anyway. Best not to think to hard about it."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nOnce more he commented on her potential discomfort, and before she could shrug it off and insist otherwise he was pulling his jacket off. Her brow rose, but she accepted it, knowing she would probably want some protection from the sand on her shoulders. \n\nShe looked at the sand, and gave a small turn in place to see if there was a better spot. A little further down the dune rose higher, and they would be better shielded from wind and wandering eyes. \"There.\" She murmured, lifting her arm to point before heading over. Once they had both cleared the bank, she took a look at him over her shoulder, unable to hide her smile before taking a seat and laying back. \n\n\"Are you going to stand over me or will you lay with me while we do this?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"I'll sit with you, as strange as I am I don't take pleasure in standing menacingly over young women.\" He joked, walking toward the dune and sitting down beside her, placing one hand on his knee. He took a deep breath, placing his other hand in the sand next to her. \n\nStaring down he felt as if he looked upon a work of art. He loved the way the moonlight glinted from her hair and tangled in her lashes, her nose small and sloped perfectly, her lips as perfect as a rose. He was in awe of her, and he lost himself for a moment in her grace. Snapping out of it, it was perhaps the first time he had the struggle to push the thought away.\n\nMaybe he shouldn't. It was obvious, wasn't it? Both of them here in the moonlight with only the sky and sea to bear witness to their gentle words and unseen touches. The taste of salt from the air and the taste of honey from the experience... This could be the only time he had alone with her when they stole the night and relaxed with the water surging at their side. \n\nHe finally spoke, his voice soft in the night. \"Close your eyes, Taedra... And think of nothing in the past or future. Don't think of worries or tasks. Think of where you are here and now, beside me. Beside the ocean. Focus on breathing it all in.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHis remarks made her smirk, and she positioned herself to sit in the sand, her fingers careful to lay on the fabric of her drrss instead of the sand. It would be chilly, between the moisture and the wind, and she didn't want cold sand sticking to cold skin. \n\nShe laid back, pulling her hair over her shoulder as she settled back. His coat was bulky on her frame, but it felt like an embrace and made the slope of the sand less concerning. \n\nHe was quiet for a koment when she laid down, and she didn't know why she had expected him to speak. Suddenly self conscious, she opened one eye to peak up at him. She caught his gaze upon her, and she tried to fight the smile that rose. \n\n\"Do I look foolish?\" She asked, the hint of a laugh on her voice as she smoothed her hands over her torso before letting them rest over her belly. \n\nWhen instructed to close her eyes she did so again, and her brow knitted just a fraction. \"How am I supposed to not think of anything?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"You don't look like anything but a work of art, My lady.\" He replied, his hand reaching up and scratching his brow. He looked toward the ocean then, taking a deep breath himself.\n\n\"Focus on now. Listen to the ocean. The washing sounds of the water hitting the sand. Let it wash over you like the waves themselves. Bury your soul in the sand and feel warmth in its embrace... The waves are its heartbeat. It's mine.\" \n\nHe took her hand and placed it on his chest, closing his eyes slowly. \n\n*Tha-thump... The-thamp...* \n\nSure enough, his heartbeat was slow and matched the rhythm of the waves tumbling over the shore. His hands were warm, as was his chest, even through the fabric of his tunic.\n\n\"Focus on nothing more, and soon, nothing at all. Let the sounds and feelings fade away... Until there's nothing... Left.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe made it sound easier than it was, but she remained quiet as she tried to follow his instructions. He told her to focus on the water, so she started to strip away the rest of the sounds of the world from her mind. She tuned out the laughter of the tavern he'd found her lingering outside; the sound of patrons enjoying their bitter drinks and fellow man. Next was the sound of crickets and other creatures that passed in the seagrass of the dunes before it dropped into smooth sand. \n\nWith them gone, she heard him and the water and the wind. They were hard to distinguish, as the crashing of waves so often sounded just like the rush of wind that breezed over them. She felt it on her cheeks, stinging them a pink with the cold wind. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the distinct and rhythmic beat of the man's heart as he spoke. \n\nBehind her eyes she could still see him, smiling down at her with the waves and the moonlight and that golden glow of his eyes. It was hard to stop thinking of it, and to focus on the vagueness of _nothing_, and it felt the harder she tried the more firmly he remained in her vision. \n\n\"It's not working.\" She murmured, trying to keep her voice low enough to not pull them completely out of the trance they were trying to build."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "*You said Taedra Trok lol*\n\nIver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver smiled. He was glad she was at least focussing. He placed his hand on her hair, brushing it back. \"You're thinking too hard about not thinking of anything, Taedra. Do the opposite... Listen to the shores until it melts with everything else. Let it blend with the wind... Rise above it. They aren't important. Nothing is important. Nothing right now and right here matters. A man doesn't focus on what an ant is up to. Nor does a goddess focus on the world of man. Let it go, My lady of the shores and peaks.\"\n\nHe encouraged softly, his voice a constant rumble as time went on. He wasn't so much speaking to her as he was thinking out loud, letting his mouth run whilst his mind wandered. He reflected upon his own times meditating. How everything fell away and his emotions were washed clean. Peace. \n\nHe thought of wandering the empty stretches of the ocean floor with nothing in every direction, how it seemed so easy now to be like that emptiness. He looked down at her again, her focus was adorable, but the opposite of what meditation was. It was alright, though. He didn't mind, he definitely didn't get it for a while."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "_how the fuck did I do that_\n\nRoss do you _read_ everyhting?\n\nTaedra _Westbrook_\nNorthwind Coast\n\nTaedra hadn't been expecting a hand to touch her hair, and when it did she jumped a bit, startled at the sudden sensation of fingers in her hair. He explained that she was thinking too hard, and her brow knitted once more. _How are you supposed to_ not _have thoughts?_ She wanted to complain, but she bit her tongue, knowing that was hardly helpful. \n\nHe kept talking, his hand playing with her hair in a way that made her feel both wide awake and drowsy at the same time. His voice blended with the waves once more, and she let out a long breath as she tried to physically sink further into the sand, hoping the sands snug contour of her figure would help ease her mind. \n\nEventually her brow smoothed, and the intentionally paced breathing turned natural. Her hand laid over her stomach, the other that he'd taken to press to his chest now laid palm up in the sand where it had slipped after he'd sat up to help ease her worry."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Northwind Coast\n\nIver smiled, looking down at her as her confusion and worry gave way to peace. The breathing became natural and in tune with her surroundings. The darkness that engulfed them was almost like a thick blanket of stillness on the shore. He was getting tired himself, almost, and he laid back next to her and then turned his head to watch as everything faded away.\n\n\"There is nothing in this world more peaceful...\" He whispered. \"Than letting the ocean wash away everything. Letting it shape you... And bringing you closer...\" He leaned over, his eyes half-closed as the dim glow kissed the tops of his cheekbones. He couldn't help but be drawn to her. The surf sang for them to be *Closer*. He hadn't felt this spiritual than the day he fell out of that damned boat. \n\nHe was so close his breath could brush her stray hair away, as he leaned over her, bring his mouth to hers. It was a gentle kiss, it felt like right. The contact brought them together completely, calmly, in the oceanic bliss of a cold autumn night. His hand still in her hair brushed it gently as he pulled away, looking down at her. He wouldn't let the panic if what he'd just committed surface."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra **Westbrook**\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHer mind had started to wander, swirling jewel tones that lingered just beneath her eyelids. The moon gave enough light to let the colors glint occasionally, swirling with the sound of the water and winds that he insisted weren't important. She'd almost fallen into a haze when she felt the sand shift a bit around her. He'd laid back down, she assumed, but it felt closer. She could feel that warmth from him close by, and she twitched her index finger of her upturned hand to gauge how close he was. It made contact with his tunic, but she didn't comment on the proximity.\n \nThat was, until she felt the man's presence leaning over her. She kept her eyes closed, sure that opening them to see those glowing golden eyes over her would trigger some primal fight or flight response- or maybe something worse. His breath was warm and reminded her of the ocean air and the mist that he had rolled in on, and the hand of his that toyed with her hair paused just long enough to emphasize the fact he'd kissed her. \n\nTaedra tensed, not uncomfortably so, but the way one did when their breath was caught and they needed to remember how to breath. She felt herself smile before she could control it, the wind no longer the reason for her pink cheeks as she pressed her lips into a tight line. Once more the gesture faded into a smile, and she gave a soft hum of a laugh, eyes still closed. \n\n\"I can see how that would wake a sleeping princess.\" She mused, and gave a full, blushing laugh as her hand moved to hide her face and the furious blush that threatened to turn her red."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver froze for a second and then relaxed completely, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as well. He sighed, watching her turn almost giddy in what could be assumed was 'ohmygawdijustkissedaguy' excitement. All he felt for a brief moment was a relief. And then the excitement touched his heart as well. The sounds came flooding back as he placed a hand on her waist, making sure she wouldn't just roll down the dune and into the drink completely.\n\n\"I'm sorry, my lady, but I was compelled to... I couldn't think of any other way to worship such a work of art. Blame it on the odd sea-scribe way...\" He took her hand so she couldn't hide her face and they locked eyes, his full of excitement and relief as his kiss was well received.\n\n\"My sea pulled me like it's currents back to this shore, and it pulled me here to you, My Lady Taedra... And I won't find any other purpose than this. To be here with you...\" He sighed, before letting go slowly and laying back to look up at the sky. \"Oliver is going to have fun with these ones...\" He commented, referring to the emotions that made his heart skip."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast \n \n\"No, don't apologize, truly it's alright.\" She insisted, trying to cut off any apology that might come, but he went on to continue to call her a work of art. She stopped talking, letting him pull her hand away as his other found her waist to keep her from sliding down the dune now that she was distracted. \n\nShe found herself parting her lips, wanting to say something just as poetic, but failing to find the words. He laid back down beside her, his hand sliding over her waist before returning back to him, and she reached blindly for it. She laced their fingers together, and kept her eyes trained upwards as he commented about someone having fun. \n\n\"Does that mean you'll return again? That I can continue to see you if I keep coming back to the shore?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nHe let her cling onto him and it felt... Right. He reached over and pulled her close again, pulling them together as the cold wind brushed over them. He didn't seem affected but it would probably feel nice, feeling the warmth of his chest radiating toward her.\n\n\"With every chance I get, I'll find myself on this shore, waiting for you...\" He said confidently, letting the feeling of closeness settle in his stomach. \"Every thought I've had for the past *Week* Led to the woman with sunbeams as hair and a voice as melodic as the mountain wind itself. Like an angel descending from the heavens, you came from your home and blessed me with your time on a cold and lonely night. We kept our secrets and now it's bloomed into so much more than chance. I wouldn't trade this moment for the world and I will do anything in my power to keep them happening.\"\n\nHe pulled out all the vocabulary taught in his scribing and really focused on articulating his *Exact* Emotions. He wanted to tell her how much she was, how much this affected him. He always seemed so clever and calm but at this moment he was quite the opposite. For once he felt fear, fear of losing this connection he had made."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nThe chill no longer concerned her, as she was now radiating enough heat from her cheeks to start a fire. He said that he would be waiting, and her arm that had wrapped around him when he pulled her close moved towards her cheek to rest between it and his chest so he wouldn't notice. \n\n\"I would love that.\" She told him truthfully. \"We should plan for certain days, so we don't leave the other waiting and I can schedule home events around the trip to the coast to see you.\" She lifted her gaze to him, ligering on the gold on his cheeks. \n\n\"It took a bit of manoeuvering to get back here so quickly. I don't want you to ever think I didn't want to see you.\""
},
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver smiled and hugged her closer, just for a moment. \"Whenever my lady wishes to see me, I am there. What days?\" He asked simply, a smile on his face. He didn't know what could have caused all this besides mistake, but this was fate in his eyes.\n\n\"You are so kind to find time at all, but do you really need an excuse to travel your own shores? This is your land, is it not? Take what's yours, even if that's trips to the coast.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"It's not my land, my families reach ends at the base of Asairde. This land and the coast belongs to a different family. We have kind relations, but it's not as if I'm traveling in my own back yard.\" She explained. \"My trips aren't malicious and won't be seen as such, but it's still going to seem to my father and brothers as suspicious.\" \n\nHe had pulled her close briefly, and her head rested o his chest, fingers drumming against his tunic softly as she tried to remember future obligations over the sweet kiss he'd given her. \n\n\"Would two weeks be alright? You asked me to keep your secret, I fear anything closer would spark an inquiry.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Aye... Two week's time. I'll be at the edge of town at Sunset. Before the tide is high, My dear. I'm sure in our days apart I won't think of anything but your kiss.\" He said smoothly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He looked out to the sea for a moment and nodded. He was meant to be here. The sea called for him, but his heart called for her just as strongly.\n\n\"*Dry Land* Is your land, Taedra, I suppose I just think differently when it comes to ownership..\" He explained before sitting up, having her still laying her head on his lap. \"It's getting much too cold for a lady such as yourself to be out here...\" He said worriedly, placing his arm over hers for a second to warm her slightly."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nShe made a mental note to mark the date, and turned her head to press her forehead against his chest to hide the laugh that escaped her. \n\nIt made sense what he said, how a man who walked beneath the waves thought differently of people would divide territory above it. \"I can make it, I _want_ to make it. I just have to find a way to explain it without telling my father explicitly that I'm escaping to the coast to kiss a man.\" She teased, and when he worried over her arm she just moved closer to him. \n\n\"Is this where you send me away and disappear back into the ocean?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Well, I can't take you into it with me, my lady... I just fear you'll become unwell from all this cold.\" As she snuggled closer he smiled, bring his arm around her completely so she wasn't so chilly.\n\n\"My body sings...\" He said quietly, thinking of a poem the Mother Scribe taught him when he was learning to write. \"My body sings like the current flows, and where it runs, there my heart goes.\" He repeated slowly, watching the water rush against the shore. The almost black pitch of the sea seemed to try to swallow the land, still reaching for him as the night carried on. He knew he would have to let her go back to the warmth some time but his arms didn't move from their hug.\n\n\"I never thought this would happen to me... Truly. I was fine with just living life at the bottom of the surf and breathing in the taste of salt. But now I find myself crawling onto land for sunlight and mountains in the form of a lady.\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\nOliver was lazily drifting, bathed in the frigid waters of the northern ocean. His hands were comfortably placed on the back of his head, embedded into the wild mane of his honeyed hair; nights like this had always been a particular weakness of his. The way the moon kissed him, almost as if it was greeting his tan skin, sent him reeling back into pleasant memories of being surrounded by friends and women. Of course, he didn't bid farewell to those memories, but now he kept kinder souls close to his own. \nIn regards to those he had brought into his walls, Iver was the most treasured of the stragglers. Oliver found himself sinking beneath the waves, like the burden of his worry dragged him down; really, it was the gentle embrace of the ocean pulling him in. He still found himself stewing in stress. Would his brother come back this evening?"
},
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Sea\n\nAnd soon, in the deep, he would. Oliver would first feel the heartbeat of said brother echoing through the water, syncing with his own. And then, his voice, like a deep echo would cast through the waters as Iver felt his brother as well.\n\n\"*Gnaiigof'n*...\" His deep voice cut through the water like a blade. Of course, he was still pissed at him for his endless teasing and insensitivity to how much this mattered."
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\nWith a resigned sigh, Oliver dipped his torso into the water and drifted downward, towards the source of the rumble. His eyes pierced the inky depths, glittering gold that shone through that murky dark. Oliver's own thumping heart intertwined with Iver's, creating a frenzied skirmish between the opposing tempos.\n\n\"*Gn'th*,\" He mused in turn, \"I never thought you would come back.\"\n\nThe Scribe's voice rang like an amused, silky purr; it paired well with his elegant features, a sort of ethereal grace that most Scribes had the ocean to thank for. Eventually, his keen vision caught sight of his brother, to his smothered relief.\n\n\"Have you caught something? I can feel it, the little dance of your pittering heart. You've found yourself with a catch far too big for that pole of yours,\" Oliver teased him, though it was light and clearly playful, \"Really, I'm glad you've returned. I thought the ocean had swallowed you, but no.. It was only that woman.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind deep\n\nIver rolled his eyes as he swam close to Oliver, his eyebrows still twitching with annoyance. \"Ah, missed me, have you? Truly, your jealousy is blinding. Aye, I left, but I'm a part of the sea. Forever and always. And *Sadly* That means I can't get rid of *You*.\" \n\nHe face him, reaching over and flicking the center of Oliver's forehead. He then looked up toward the moon shimmering through and dancing across their faces. \"That woman is quite something, I wouldn't hide it from you even if I could, you know. And the *Size* Of my *Pole* Ain't 'ave nothing to do with it... Go ahead and keep bringing it up. Your insults don't make *Yours* Any larger.\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\nHe smirked, reaching up to grab Iver's wrist with a soft laugh that almost resembled a gentle rain. \n\n\"Oh, you bastard. We both know that I don't needta try to show off the size of mine. Not that it matters, 'cause I don't grab up any little lady I find on th' beach. I could if I wanted, but you... Well...\" Oliver slapped him on the back, at least, as well as he could beneath the water. \n\"Good to see you, bro. You and your little itty bitty self. There's no other Iver after my heart. As much as you can't get me off ya back, you just won't hop off'a my tail, either. I think we would both prefer to keep it that way.\"\nOliver let himself sink onto his back, descending toward the bottom of the deep blue. He didn't say anything to Iver, but assumed that his brother would just follow him; if not, his voice carried well enough."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver rolled his eyes, sinking down with him. He preferred the ocean floor, anyway. What Oliver said troubled him, though.\n\n\"Ollie, She isn't just *Any* Little lady drunk outside the tavern, like the ones I'm sure you've... *Had tales* With. She's a proper noble. This isn't a fuck and sail off kind of thing, trust me, it surprised me too.\" He explained, pulling off the blue tunic he had and tying it about his waist as his feet landed on the ocean floor.\n\nHe preferred the water touching his skin directly, he only ever did this below the waves and with close company. Scribes didn't feel the cold as they were a part of it, and Iver preferred to have it connect with him directly.\n\n\"Of course it's good to see me, I'm fucking great. Do ya even *Know* Another Iver?\" He responded, flashing him a gold-toothed smile. \"I wouldn't change it, no, Ollie. Even though you're a son of a two-piece whore and as dramatic as a virgin who's seen a cock, I find it deep in my heart to still love you. You're welcome.\""
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\n\"As much of a drama king as I am, there just isn't another Oliver. You're stuck with me, brother.\"\nHe hit the floor of the ocean, and a bit of sand stirred as his body hit it. Otherwise, Oliver was comfortable embedded into the soft sand as if he were another shell among the display of the ocean's treasures. The only thing that he wore was a tightly bound skirt, weaved by the Mother and threaded with her love. He adjusted the thick band that fastened it to his waist.\n\n\"You know, I'll haveta see this *Lady* For myself. I think... Ah! Yes, you've said that all 'fore, probably about some other poke that'cha eyed on the beach. I'm sure she's different though,\" His gilded eyes wandered towards Iver's, and his final statement lowered to an antagonistic, playful purr.\n\"...*Riiiiight?*\""
},
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nAnd suddenly, Iver wished that gunpowder lit underwater and a gun to prove the point. He rolled his eyes, stepping over the top of Ollie and crouching down to put his own face close to Oliver's. \"You and I both know I not gotten any *Underskirt playtime* For 7 years, as I've been busy having to deal with *Your* Fuck-ups you have on the shore. Fancyin' a lady ain't against the rules *And this is more than fancy.* The sea's called me, Gnaiigof'n. Unlike you, my choices don't change with the tides. I'm sure about this one.\"\n\nTake away the sass and the annoyance and focussing on the Scribe's spiritual nature, to say that the sea's called him is the most high way of sureness. Iver was a very spiritual man, with his connection to the ocean strong. Oliver knew this.\n\n\"Aye, *Little* Brother, She's different. She really is...\" He said with a small nod. \"But I'm sure a *Bilge rat* Like you would want ta ruin the good things because that's 'ow you *Get off*, innit? Or maybe you just want all of this man to *Yourself* Eh?\" He gave him another wink before ruffling his mop of hair."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\nThe fiery Scribe knew exactly which buttons to press when dealing with his dearest brother, and to his amusement, a bout of emotional playtime had resulted in the exact reaction he'd been vying for.\n\n\"I don't know what you mean. Seems like I can't get 'em off of me when it's time to come back. But, ah, ah, I never said there was anything wrong with a bit of lady lovin',\" He wagged his finger, \"It's one of m' favorite ways to pass the time. Maybe the ocean's given you a lucky lady, but she gave me a whole harem! Son of tides, slayer of women, and definitely the prettyboy of the ocean's sons.\"\n\nOliver placed his hands beneath his chin, almost giving himself a cherubic appearance, tacking on a couple dainty eyelash flutters. \n\n\"Really, I'm proud of my dearest Gn'th for getting himself his own, brand new lil' woman. Cheers to that. And I s'pose I can't say that I don't want that shitstack of a brother all to myself,\" He smirked up at Iver."
},
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Seas\n\nIver rolled his eyes, pushing off of the seafloor and looking up toward the surface as a whales song could be heard in the distance. \"Never thought it'd be me, frankly. I know I ain't the nicest boy of the waters, believe you me, but... Even in meditation, it was impossible to get 'er out of my mind. I think... Well, Mother said when the sea calls you, it won't be silenced. I thought maybe that was it.\" He said a little quieter, sinking back down slowly as he just thought to himself about everything.\n\n\"I don't change, and a woman certainly wouldn't sway me. But here I am. I'm even confidin' in the *Tide* For the love of...\" He shook his head and looked down at Oliver, slowly settling in a seated position beside him. \"Lady in my life or not, I'll always be your *Big* Brother. And I'll always be Gn'th, Son of Oceans. You'll always have me, Ollie. Even when you don't want to.\" He sighed, placing a hand on Ollie's chest and patting lightly as you would with a pet.\n\nThe Whale's song drew closer and Iver laid back next to Oliver, watching as a great blue whale swam overhead, it's gigantic majesty blotting out the moon and casting a large shadow across them. \"Mayhap you've got it in ya to go with me next trip to the coast, eh?\""
},
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\nOliver took Iver's hand in his own, a ghost of a touch, and held it there lightly. His gaze ran over the massive figure of the whale, vision impressive enough to expose the tiniest ruts and tears in its hardy blubber. He sighed.\n\n\"I think the ocean has selected someone for you, Gn'th. I think it also probably has a hand in makin' you confide in the tides, too, since I'm just another part of the big works,\" He rolled his head toward Iver, disturbing a bit of sand, \"I wouldn't pick another Iver for the life of me. And I swear on the ocean 'erself that I wouldn't grab another one of those damn Scribes to be my closest brother. Nope! Only one man for me.\"\n\nOliver's face, which had just housed a pleasant smile, faded into a dull, neutral visage. It was always obvious when he had a sobering thought, or when he simply wasn't in a sweet mood.\n\n\"I wonder if the ocean will ever pick a lady for me,\" He said sourly, \"As many women as I've seen and had my fun with, I haven't ever found that one special lady. The one that makes m'heart beat right out of my ribs. Even when I was a wee lil' fisherman, I never found a woman that made me feel special, just the ones that get me drunk without any drink.\""
},
{
"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Seas\n\n\"Oh, Ollie, don't get sappy on me. Be strong in the mind that we the ocean are provided everything we'll ever need. We'll be satisfied with even the smallest of things because our blessed creator gives us what we truly need.\" He said, practically quoting verbatim what their Mother always told them. He laid there with his hand on Olivers and looked up as he whale's song vibrated in his chest.\n\n\"We're different than the other ones... We didn't seek out the scribes and train for years and write till our hands hurt before we completed the ritual to become what we are. We were chosen by the ocean itself to be a part of it. Hell, I'm a scribe an' I didn't even know how to *Read* When I fell into the drink.\" He chuckled a little, remembering Mother and Oliver trying to teach him how to write and read and speak properly. \"We cast ourselves ashore to bring back treasures to our family and we go together, a wave propelling itself on land...\" \n\nHe sighed, bringing his hand up to cast a silhouette across the moon. \"Maybe you're just being sour cause the full moon makes the tide high. But I know the icean has a plan for all of us, even a prick like you. My Ollie.\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\n\"That's true, we are almost like... The chosen ones. Sometimes I wonder why she picked me as her charge, seeing that I was only a boy when I was reborn. I knew how to read, and write, and count, but I couldn't tell you north from south. At that time, I was just a stupid guy that felt like he was special to the ocean. And I s'pose I was.\"\n\nOliver's mind wandered on the topic of his death, which became the beginning of a new life; he found himself turning his early demise over in his head. He never really felt doubt in himself, but it began to germinate somewhere in his chest, and he couldn't quite reach into his ribs and extract it.\n\n\"The full moon does make me sour on occasion. This feels a bit different, though. I'm just bitter this evenin' and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's my teenage girl who's mad at you for grabbing some else's attention,\" He became more verbose when he was deep in the labriynth of his own self."
},
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Sea\n\nIver nodded slowly. Seven long years of only him and Oliver causing trouble and all of a sudden he's fallen in love... He could almost be mad at himself. \"You're my brother, Ollie, no woman is ever going to take that away... I'll still cause mayhem with you 'til the day I die. After all, I'm going to live much longer anyway.\" He said casually, although what he said was quite sad. \"Me an' you till the end of time. We'll be the best the scribes 'ave to offer, although you know neither of us can be Mother... We'll still have as much authority as the rest of them.\"\n\nHe nodded, squeezing Oliver's hand before letting go and sitting up, the sand curling around them. \"Two weeks. I'll see her at sunset in two weeks. Would you like to come with me, Ollie? Meet her for yourself? Ask if she has a sister, mayhaps?\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Sea\n\n\"Ah, I know. There isn't another man, nor brother, and especially no other woman that will hold my heart as you do. And as much as I would like to have a woman of my own...\" His voice trailed off for a fleeting moment, and he almost seemed to struggle with his words, \"What about when she... Y'know... Passes away? Could I bear the death of my beloved? If I'm still alive when you die, I don't know what I'll do with myself.\"\n\nHis previous position, back against the sea floor, became uncomfortable. The subject he'd voiced made him uncomfortable, in part due to the fact that it was an indescribably horrible fear of his; in his languid aging, a terrible phobia surrounding mortality had formed in Oliver. Though he has many reasons about him, it was the main villain that spurred him to push others away. As he floated through the blackness of the depths, he carefully spun so he was upright. His troubling thoughts tore at his edges while he remained silent, and he found his lips moving before his brain.\n\n\"I would like to see the woman that has stolen your heart. It's not often that someone is breathtaking enough to strike Iver, Gn'th, son of the sea.\""
},
{
"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nWhylderholm\n\nKharlyle forgot the question that he had asked that prompted the Skagerlly boy to speak.\n\n\"Can you have sex with animals?\" Kharlyle has quickly grown bored and his time was ever precious. \"In front of a crowd preferably?\"\n\nMercurio stared to the ceiling, the gods only knew what he could have possibly been thinking."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit\n\nAleksandr brought an index to his lip, pondering the request. Would he? Such a filthy request was something he wasn't sure if he could comply with, and ever fiber of his being prayed that this was a curious inquiry rather than a genuine view of what they were going to be asking of him.\n\n\"I... Um... Preferably not, but... If I have to. If you could pay me? Such a request might hurt m-me, I hope you understand my hesitation,\" Aleks managed, anxiety gripping his throat, \"Certainly I won't be performing such.. Erm.. Duties, right?\""
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"author": "_very_",
"message": "Kharlyle Whylder\nWhylderholm\n\n\"I didn't begin this transaction to ponder sexual fantasies with a pipe fitter\" Kharlyle became fairly inconsiderate. \"So yes, you will have to, almost certainly. About the entire being paid thing, you will be paid, handsomely.\" *In food and shelter Kharlyle thought to himself* Kharlyle stood up, his rickety knees cracked loudly. \"But if I may say one thing of comfort, we will have an entire team working with you to do exactly what you need to. Think about it from my point of view, if you were me, would you hurt you? No, no certainly not. I have no business in torture... *Its beyond impractical*\""
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm\n\n\"That sounds acceptable, not that I have a word in the matter. I don't have a choice, anyway, considering the fact that during my time in your gracious care, I must do whatever you request, as per the standards you're given. That includes my personal safety,\" He droned, repeating the sentiment of his father.\n\nHe wasn't comforted by the words, and in fact, they had quite the opposite effect on him. It reminded him of how weak he was. Aleksandr, the frail little servant, needed their highest attention to succeed in the most broad and basic vein of his work. Indeed, animals were rather far for him, but he knew that he'd certainly done worse; comparatively, some things he'd been tasked with by nobles were certainly worse. \n\n*Will anything tear? An animal... That could kill me, right?*"
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nLady Corndana's House of Extra Delight, Iron Gate \n\nPrince Nickles blinked his infected eyes, savoring the deep burn that slowly spread to the back of his skull. \"WHO'S READY TO GET ABSOLUTELY BAUBLED?!\" The boy shrieked to the empty, fire lit room. He proceeded to pour of a pitcher of sour milk onto the rat that had the misfortune of passing under his stool. The rat scurried away, sopping wet and trailing milk behind it. \"A mess. You've made a mess. You will clean it up before our customers arrive, Benlinsa. We will not be sloppy, we will not be sludgy. I would rather die than be viewed as slipshod and bedraggled due to your bungling,\" Nickles chided gently. He slipped off of his stool and walked over to the rat that had resorted to cowering in the corner. Nickles approached slowly. The rat took off toward the adjacent corner. \n\"Well, there's no need to have the runs, I am peaceful and— NO, YOU DO NOT DO THAT! BENLINSA!\" Nickles screamed in agony as the rat walked into the crackling fireplace. \n\nWith a high shriek and a puff of smoke, Benlinsa was gone for good."
},
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nIron Gate\n\nArin shivered. \"Why the fuck Cap got me all the way out here? It's so fuckin cold.\" Arin said to himself, blowing his breath into his fingers trying desperately to feel his fingers again. Captain had sent him to meet with some bandit group who had sent word of a score waiting somewhere in Northwind, and of course Arin had to be the one to check it out. Arin shivered again as he walked through the streets. He was told to keep walking, that he would eventually find the guy, but Arin was well and truly lost. \n\n\"Oi sonny. If yer lookin' fer a good time head on down ta Lady Corndana's! A fine man like yerself wud enjoy it. There's a weird fuckin' boy up in der but he don't hurt nobody.\" An old drunk man yelled at him, but it piqued Arin's curiosity. He followed the man's directions until he arrived at the location the man had told him about. The door was unlocked, and Arin stepped inside, and was hit with a wave of refreshing warmth. \"Goddamn that feels nice. But what would feel better would be a place for a man to take a piss instead of the cold.\" Arin said softly to himself."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles' attention was diverted from Benlinsa's roasting corpse to the beautiful man who entered his establishment. His eyes glittered and his body was sculpted to perfection. His skin was the most beautiful hue of blue. Nickles clutched his heart and smiled his most dazzling smile. \"Prompted by the gods, were you?\" Nickles whispered. \"Heaven sent. Oh, I have been rewarded smartly for my good behavior.\" It was fate that brought him the man. Fate, luck, and sheer willing. Nickles picked up the milk pitcher and handed it to the man with quavering hands. His hand brushed against his and sent a shock of thrill down his crooked spine. \"Use this for your little piss, my dear. I am quite afraid that we've repurposed the chamber pot into a play pen for Sister Agatha's infants.\" \n\nHe waited and watched eagerly."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin shook his head. \"No gods sent me here, unless the old drunk was a god, and I am very sure he wasn't. What god would smell like piss?\" Arin said, before reaching and taking the pitcher from the child, and the smell of rotten milk hit his nose. He noticed the burning rat and opened his mouth to say something before changing his mind. He managed a smile and grimaced. \"Thank you.\" He said, before turning and relieving himself. He went and poured it out outside and looked at the boy as he scrubbed his hands with snow and a rag from his pocket. \"Interesting. Your speech so.. Refined for a child. How old are you, anyways?\" He said, having a seat nearby. His skin was turning back into its olive tone, and Arin shivered one final time. \"I'm Arin, by the way.\" He said, lifting his hand to shake. Arin wasn't perturbed by the child's look, he was used to much worse. Every warning sign was ignored, and Arin stayed where he was."
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles snatched back the milk pitcher and walked to the other side of the bar as the man sat down. \"What god doesn't smell like piss?\" He asked, refilling the milk pitcher and pouring a tall glass for the man. He began to prepare a tray of tarts and jams. \"I suppose one could say that I am just over four years of age,\" Nickles answered as he spread black jam on a piece of burnt bread. He held it out. \"Take it. Nourish those strong bones.\"\nA steady knocking could be heard up from the second floor, followed by a heavy thud. Dust sprinkled down from the ceiling. Nickles, however, ignored the sound and merely stared at the man. \"Tell me your name and tell me the worst thing that has ever happened to you,\" Nickles leaned in and whispered. \"Tell me the worst thing and I guarantee that I can make it go away. Forever.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin frowned, but took the glass and left it sitting. \"I guess I see things differently. I would hope the gods I serve smell better than I do, otherwise why are they considered better than me?\" Arin asked, leaning and taking the bread. \"Unfortunately, I am cursed. I do not remember my past. Nor do I care to uncover it. I have no regrets, no mistakes, and most importantly, I want to change nothing. I am content with my life. But what about you? What sort of secrets does a four year old who speaks with such wisdom hold? Or would I do best not to know...\" Arin said, a grin sliding across his face like the sun rising in the morning. \"I guess you could say the worst thing that has happened to me would be my memory loss. But it has turned into the best of things. I am not burdened by memories of home like the other men aboard the ships I sail on.\" Arin said, leaning back into his chair."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nTwo weeks had passed excruciatingly slow. Her father had sent out letters to Tobias again, though he'd yet to respond. Word of John De Burgh's success travelled, and the meetings with neighboring families grew more stern in tone as families started to take a side in the fight for the Northwind throne. \n\nTaedra had non of this on her mind however when she returned to the coast. Leaving in a carriage went unnoticed, Thierou and her father had been deep on discussion about the likelihood that they would see a new King crowned in the upcoming months. \n\nThe coast welcomed her back with cold whispers of seawater. It was getting deeper into the frost season, and while she was used to the chill, she was also used to the clear skies of Asairde that helped fight the briskness of true winter. She pulled her furs more tightly around her shoulders, heading to the waters where she promised Iver she would be waiting"
},
{
"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind coast\n\nIt was also slow for Iver but in a different way. It was a constant debate with the other scribes if it was even allowed that he had a date. Oliver himself tried to defend Iver's choice to move forward in the relationship, but more than a few of their family were against it. Now, walking across the ocean floor, Iver felt nervous. He hoped she still felt the same way. \n\nHe hoped she would be there. The way they described her leaving, the mental images they would project in his head about being torn away from the sea... It was difficult, to say the least. He had spent a lot of time deep in the trenches. Or hidden in the hulls of ancient shipwrecks to get away from them."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Coast\n\nOliver was laying alone at the bottom of the ocean, not far from his brother; he could feel his heartbeat as if it were his own, alive and throbbing. His bed was one of sand, and seaweed wrapped itself around his leg occasionally to remind him that he wasn't a part of the scenery. He figured Iver would want to head out soon, though not too soon, seeing that he was trudging on the ocean floor. Oliver let out a bored groan; Iver was always so melodramatic at the worst times. He rolled onto his stomach and called to his brother, who drew nearer by the minute.\n\"Iver,\" He purred, \"Are you ever gonna getchur feet out'a the fuckin' sand n' get a move on, ya lazy bum?\"\n\nTruly, he understood his hesitation, but that didn't mean that he wasn't absolutely tired of it. Oliver wanted to shoot off to the shore and meet this mystery woman, both to humor his brother and to observe her himself. Surely, if she'd caught his prudish eye, she was probably a keeper.\n\"Let's getta move on, then. B' the time you've gotten there, she's gonna be a damn hag.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nAn hour had passed since she had arrived to the shore. The sun had finished it's journey across the sky and sunken into the waves in the time she had waited. No sign of the mist appeared, and the fear that Iver might not be coming suddenly started to creep up through her feet. The sand shifted beneath her feet as she stood, so eventually she moved to take a seat in the sand, digging her heels into the softness of it as her fingers duh deeper into her furs."
},
{
"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver had since launched himself from the ocean floor, allowing Oliver to play catch up all he wanted as he does toward the shore. He was nervous, but Oliver was right. Taedra could be waiting for him. He didn't want to disappoint her.\n\nHe had left his jacket with her last time, and he smiled at the thought. He had his shirt tied around his waist now, feeling the currents pull at him directly as he swam toward the surface now, the water getting shallower. He turned his head back to Oliver.\n\n\"Cannae do this? Ollie, I don't think I've ever been this nervous before. I can hear a heartbeat out there. Is that her, Ya think? Ollie, I've not the words to say to her.\" He panicked, letting his older brother catch up with him."
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{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Coast\n\n\"Hmm... What do you tell a pretty pretty lady? I usually don't have t'say much, it's just me charm,\" He pushed off of the seafloor, languidly drifting through the water like a stray piece of seaweed. \n\"I can hear that heartbeat louder than m'own. She's just as nervous as you, so just go for 't! I'll show you,\" He snickered.\nAs the son of tides, they often shifted in beneficial ways; he chalked it up to sheer luck, though it was more than likely something related to the ocean's call.\n\nEither way, they recoiled for him now, exposing him to the frigid air of the night. Even in the darkness of the late sun, his eyes glimmered like molten gold. His body was covered only by a thick robe at his waist. His eyes met Taedra's, and for a moment he knew not what to say, as he was too taken by her appearance.\n*This is what fucking Iver, of all men, got?*\n\"Oi, I've some dumbass stuck in the waves back there. He wants to see ya. I'm Oliver, but he calls me Gnaigoff'n. Y'don't really gotta say the whole thing, though. It's honorary.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nJust as she had started to fear he'd forgotten about her, the surface of the water started to mist. She didn't notice, as her eyes had dipped to get upturned palms, carefully tapping her fingertips to her palm as she tried to recount the days back. Maybe she'd come too early or too late. \n\nA voice pulled her from her thoughts, and the blonde woman lifted her head in surprise. The voice wasn't Iver's, but still came from the direction of the waves. Another man stood within the ride, golden glowing eyes on her as he spoke, and she blinked for a moment, trying to make her mind catch up with what she was seeing. \n\n\"There's more of you?\" She murmured, mostly to herself. He'd mentioned that, but she never imagined she'd meet them. Finally she moved to her feet, clutching the furs tightly, more nerves than chill related and asked \"Where's Iver?\""
},
{
"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver cussed, yanking at Oliver's ankles and tugging him below the waves violently, before pushing him into the sand.\n\"You fiend! Leave her alone!\" He seethed, before standing up and poking out of the water rather suddenly. He made eye contact with Taedra and seemed almost surprised, and he began walking out of the water quickly so Oliver couldn't get him back.\n\n\"Taedra... I'm sorry about him. I really am. I'm here, though... I thought I would bring my closest brother for *Support*, but *Obviously* He likes to embarrass me more than actually help.\" He turned toward the water and flipped it off, shaking his head toward Oliver."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Coast\n\nOliver fell into the sand, crashing with a fiendish cackle. Bothering Iver was absolutely his favorite sport, *Especially* When it was in front of an attractive woman Iver wished to woo. He rubbed his cheek, and to his surprise, he found that there were grains of sand embedded into the soft skin, accompanied by a nasty rash. It wasn't of much concern to him, but the momentary throb of pain was still rather obnoxious. He pushed himself off of the sea floor. The tide shifted him upright, and he rode the incoming waves onto the shore. He brushed himself off and grinned.\n\"Switching to fancy speak now that you've got a lady to impress? Sounds like my Iver,\" He scoffed sarcastically, \"You know it's my duty as your brother to humiliate you.\"\n\nOliver stood by the water's edge, the waves occasionally licking at his ankles; he was devising a plan to get Iver back for the rather irritating injury. Of course, by now it had faded into nothing, and his skin returned to its fair, nearly flawless condition.\n\"It's not very courteous to push your favorite brother into the waves, you know. I'm sure your lady here isn't about violence,\" He glanced up at her, \"Are you?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nWhen Iver emerged from the waves she felt the fear evaporate. She hadn't gotten the date wrong, he was just running late, and seeing the other man who introduced himself as Oliver explained that. They were bickering like her brothers did, shooting jabs back and forth at each other in attempt to ... Well she didn't know what the point of it was. \n\nShe gave Iver a warm smile, though her head tilted a bit. \"You need support to see me?\" She questioned, and thought to herself that if she had known that was allowed she might have brought Thierou. \n\n\"It seems no actual harm was done, Oliver.\" She reminded him, and turned her smile to him. \n\n\"Taedra Westbrook, a pleasure to meet you.\""
},
{
"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver narrowed his eyes at Oliver before turning to Taedra again. Now his worry was of something else entirely.\n\n\"Wait, it's not like I *Needed* The support to see you. In fact, I enjoy our alone time. It's just *Ollie* Was being a whiney little p-... Boy. And so I decided to introduce you so he can see where all my time goes to when I'm not babysitting his sorry rear.\"\n\nHe said in his husky voice, walking up and taking her hand in his. \"Forgive him, he has been stuck all alone in the wishy wash for absolute years.\" He winked, kissing her hand and looking back at Oliver with a 'you better not be a cock-wobbler' kind of look."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Oliver\nNorthwind Coast\n\nOliver flashed a dangerous grin to Taedra as Iver spoke, and the words that passed his brother's lips declared war of the verbal sort. It wasn't often that he weaponized his words, but such a situation called for it. He wasn't keen to be lashed by his sharp tongue, and despite the glare shot his direction, Oliver lifted his chin and began to purr in his honey voice.\n\n\"Babysitting me? I didn't know that babysitting counted as getting yelled at by your mother. And if I'm not mistaken... No, that's right, this is the first lady you've had in *Years*, my washed-up brother. There's no need to apologize in my stead,\" He flicked his gilded stare towards his brother, \"Not when the offending party feels no regret.\"\nOliver was dancing with his words now, as he often did, simply toying with Iver. \n\"Taedra is a lovely name, I think. It's my pleasure to be meeting you, my lady, even when my brother here is being quite the cock.\"\nHe gave a deep, mock bow, straightening up after a few seconds. The message in his expression was clear: 'Try me.'"
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Taedra Westbrook\nNorthwind Coast\n\nShe was wrong, they were worse than her brothers. She understood the embarrassment was supposed to be for each other, but she couldn't help the flush to her cheeks and the rise of heat in her belly as they bantered back and forth. \n\nIver pressed a kiss to her hand, and the heat rose fully to her cheeks. It wasn't a particularly _intimate_ gesture, but before a stranger it felt as if it were. \n\nShe almost told them to be nice to each other, that embarrassing Iver wouldn't make her think better of Oliver, and belittling Oliver wouldn't help in Iver's favor either. But before she could Oliver spoke again, and she cleared her throat. \n\n\"I don't think the theatrics of brotherhood are necessary for an introduction.\" She breathed, and started to gesture towards the dunes before thinking better of it. Instead, she nodded towards the tavern with its tables and chair lined deck that overlooked the water. \n\n\"Why don't you both accompany me for drinks? We can catch up,\" This she said to Iver, then to Oliver \"And get better acquainted without standing on the sands."
},
{
"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Iver Trok\nNorthwind Coast\n\nIver found himself absolutely livid, and wished for the ocean to wrap around Ollie's ankles and drag him back. But sadly, Mother scribe wasn't here. He took Taedra's hand gently again and placed it on his arm like a gentleman, before walking with her toward the tavern. \n\nHe glanced back at Oliver. *This was NOT over. When they got back in the ocean, they would cause a storm.* \"Drinks sound absolutely lovely, my dear. A strong one perhaps would loosen my nerves. To be honest, I didn't have any plan on what to say to you. I thought and thought and still I've lost the words in the waves somewhere.\""
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{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\nPrince Nickles poured himself his own glass and lapped at the milk. He considered Arin for a moment, shaking his head slightly at how naive the beautiful man truly was. \"All beauty, no brains. I met a god once. He smelled of pine nuts and swamp water. He bestowed upon me a sense like no other; one that allows me to procure the wants and needs of the downtrodden,\" Nickles said. He reached over and set his hand on the man's thigh. \"What you want is unlike anything I've ever heard before. You are special. You are special to me,\" He whispered, allowing his hand to linger. \n\nThe fire burnt out, sending one last ribbon of smoke up with a crack. \"My friend died today. I miss him dearly but he really did not deserve to live any longer than he did,\" Nickles lamented. He blinked away a single tear. \"May I show you his old bedroom? I would like some recommendations regarding the repurposing of the space.\""
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin retreated from the child's touch, confused. \"Special? I'm not special at all. Just a worthless pirate sent to do the deeds of others.\" Arin said, hanging his head. \"Why do you care about me? We just met.. And you want my help repurposing a room that your deceased friend lived in? What sense does that make?\"\n\n\"However yes. I can help you. Constant sailing taught me how to make one space feel like many.\" Arin said, going against every urge in his body to leave. He knew something was different about this kid. He wanted to know."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nNorthwind\n\n\"We just met? Who told you that?\" Nickles asked, grabbing hold of the man's hand and leading him up the creaking staircase made of boards so old that they folded under the weight of their footfalls. \"My friend was more of a fiend, in the end. He sacrificed himself and his fleas in one last cowardly act of milk soaked hysteria. Imagine living a life so grand,\" Nickles said as they ascended. The upper level of the brothel looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in a near century. A thick layer of dust coated the floor and cobwebs adorned every doorframe. Nickles sneezed violently in the man's hand. He wiped the bits of spittle from his chin before opening the nearest door, revealing a dark room. He nudged the beautiful man inside. \n\n\"Allow me to light a candle. It's oh so dark in here,\" Nickles chuckled. He crouched down and vigorously rubbed two sticks together for twenty minutes. To no avail. \n\"Allow me to retrieve my tinderbox,\" Nickles said, chucking the sticks at the wall in anger. He reached into this pocket and held out a diamond encrusted box. \"If you touch this, I will bite you as hard as I can.\" He carefully opened the box and fumbled around until a flame was lit. The room was immediately illuminated in a warm orange glow. Nearly forty oil paintings were revealed. Some were hung crookedly on the walls, some laid flat on the floor, one dangled from the ceiling on a string, and the rest were propped up against the four walls. However, they all had a glaring commonality. Each and every painting depicted Arin Cragton, with Prince Nickles looming in the background. \"Beautiful paintings for a beautiful man,\" Nickles breathed, blowing out the candle and plunging them back into the darkness."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin looked at the beautiful box, and kept his itching fingers from reaching out. \n\n\"It's beautiful.\" He said, as the flame was lit. \n\n\"What the fu...\" He said, his mind completely blanking. An image flickered into existence of a man painting, then vanished into smoke. Several thoughts, all exactly the same, went flying through his brain with the intensity of a thousand knives being plunged into his skull. All he could muster was a single breath as his face stared down at him from every angle, all painted with breathtaking clarity. \n\n\"What is this supposed to mean?\" He asked after a few moments, when his head finally stopped spinning. \"I... I.. I don't know you. I ju.. Just met you... Right? I'm not crazy. I swear I'm not. I might be. I can't be. What the fuck..\" Arin said, each syllable becoming sharper and angrier. \"I might be fucking crazy.\" Arin said, in his knees, with every painting staring holes through his being. \"This has to be a joke. I swear to every fucking god there is if you are playing a cruel game I will kill you myself.\" Arin said, his mind officially broken, tears pooling at the edges of his eyes."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\n\"My muse, do not be afraid,\" Nickles said, reaching up to stroke his chin. \"If you kill me, you will never get your answer. You know that and I know that, so enough of that talk.\" Nickles sighed and led Arin from the room. He closed the door gently behind them, breathing in the dust of the hallway. \n\n\"I know this is a great deal for you to process. But, I have the answers you seek. As you have inspired the portraits, I am willing to give you a fair price on them. 990 gold coins per portrait. Not a coin less. It pains me to have to part with even a single piece but you look like a man of impeccable taste and I trust you will treat them well.\" Nickles held out his hand expectantly."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind \n\nHe looked up from his pitiful position on the floor. \"What answers? What do you mean?\" He asked, looking at the kid's outstretched hand. He shook his head in disbelief. \"Of all the slimy shit you could pull.\"\n\n\"I'm not paying that for a painting I can go get done for far less. I want to know the truth goddamnit. Why do you have PAINTINGS OF ME?\" Arin screamed, his voice echoing throughout the house. \"Why why why?!\" He asked, clenching his fists. His Breaths became slower and steadier, his head finally cooling. \"What is the meaning of all of this?\" He asked calmly, slowly regaining composure."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\nThe boy shrieked in unrestrained terror as the man shouted at him. He ran. His screams echoed through the brothel, summoning his Knight Rider. A rat of rare breed, golden as the sun, emerged from the corner of the hall. It stared at Arin with beady red eyes. \n\n\"Rodrigo, MURDER HIM!\" Nickles shouted from the bottom of the stairs. The rat began to approach Arin, maintaining eye contact. Its whiskers twitched, menacingly."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton \nNorthwind\n\nArin's eyes went wide, and the only thought in his head was self preservation. \"We can talk this out. I'm sorry for yelling. Please call this Rodrigo off of me.\" Arin said, backing up slowly, matching the pace of the rat. He was backing up out of confusion more than fear. \n\nHe reached behind his back and pulled out a beautiful golden necklace he had stolen from a young woman. \"Here. I'm sorry can we please just talk. I just want answers.\" Arin said, holding it out in front of him."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\n\"Rodrigo, *Rodrigo*— stand down!\" Nickles called. The rat stepped back two paces. Nickles came back up the stairs, approaching cautiously. \"You couldn't take your punishment like a man? Hm?\" He said, crossing his spindly arms and sneering at Arin. \"*Shouters* Do not survive long around these parts.\"\n\nRodrigo stomped his four feet vigorously on the wooden floor. His tip-tapping echoed through the halls; a song of blood and terror. Nickles raised his hand and Rodrigo ceased. \n\n\"You see? Do you see what you're dealing with?\" Nickles hissed. He reached up and snatched the gold necklace from Arin. \"This will pay for a single portrait. The small nude.\" He pocketed the necklace and motioned for Rodrigo to fetch the painting."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\n\"Nude?\" Arin asked, before the rat somehow dragged a small portrait from the corner of the room. \"How.. What.. How did you get me to pose nude? Can I get a straight answer around here?\" Arin asked, shaking his head. The portrait was nice. It looked like Arin, with shorter hair and cleaner nails, but it still looked like him. \n\n\"I just realized I never got your name. However, I have more pressing issues on my mind. What is it exactly that I want? You say you know but I have heard nothing. But who cares. It isn't important.\" Arin said, scratching the back of his neck in confusion."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\n\"You did so willingly, I assure you. See, your eyes are open,\" Nickles said, pointing to the exaggerated bug eyes that the portrait version of Arin possessed. \"My name is Cardwell Constantina De Busediri. And let me tell you, Cardwell Constantina De Busediri knows your heart's desires. I have had close relations with your soul and it revealed to me the purpose of your entire existence. Do you even know what you want, Arin Cragton? You don't even know who you are. Not truly. You don't know what you've done.\" \n\nRodrigo snickered."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin took a closer look. He paused like he was going to say something but didn't. \"I know what I am today. In this moment. I know what I have done for the good of all, and the bad. I do not know, however, why any of this matters. This whole soul business. Why should there be a purpose to my existence, Cardwell? Why is there a need. Why can I not just exist, be alive for the sole purpose of living? Why must there be a higher meaning to it all?\" Arin asked softly, staring at the painting. Every second he stared at it, it seemed more and more realistic. The hands and feet seemed to twitch slightly, the skin seemed almost, living. He blinked and the image went away. \n\n\"You said your name was... Cardwell.. Right? I'm sorry about that. I lost track of time there for a moment.\" Arin said, his mind clearing up slightly. \"I love this painting though.\" He said, being nice."
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Center\n\nAleks was laid out in an isolated room that he didn't recognize, arms crossed over his chest, gaze fixated on the ceiling above him. It had been an uncomfortable amount of time since his last interaction with any of the strange men at Whylderholm, though he didn't mind; it was less time spent considering the thought of romancing a beast. He wondered if he had been forgotten, or perhaps abandoned, or most likely placed on a long hold. Truth be told, the boy had no idea what the center was for, or why he'd been placed here. He knew it was a deposit center, but what that entailed was a mystery. He rolled onto his right side with a heavy exhale. \n*I miss Jax. Is he coming? He must've forgotten about me, I don't blame him. I just want to see him. I miss my study too. I wonder how the garden is? Dead, probably.*\nWith that, he closed his eyes, bundled his robes, and tried to catch a quick rest."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater & Erik Sucher\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\n\"It's fucking *Cold*!\" The massive brute grumbled to himself, shifting the cloth package on his back, on of the straps around his shoulders dropping to hang loosely.\n\n\"I think you'll manage shortly.\" Jax retorted, pulling the scarf around his neck up over his nose. \"I trust you two can handle yourselves? I don't want to have to make this two rescue missions.\" The Eclipse Captain didn't like the idea of pulling mercenaries out of jail in the first place, and Jax had been worried Erik was going to seek revenge, but whatever the sister had done to ease him seemed to have worked, so Jax wanted to keep the two on his good side for now.\n\nThe male twin only chuckled.\n\nJax could only hope they stuck to the plan, and that this worked. He looked to his left, at the other Skagerlly, another small framed human, making Jax wonder if the line had dwarf or gnome in it some generations go.\n\n\"What about you, Kels? Think you're ready?\" Jax wasn't sure who he was asking more. They were going in blind, and this was Jax's first operation in years."
},
{
"author": "minihedgie",
"message": "Kelsafyr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Market Center, Northwind\n\nKelsafyr shivered silently in agreement with the large man, her own body trembling in the weather that she was so rarely exposed to. She gently tucked her hands under her arms and for the millionth time questioned what had brought her outside the warmth of her home. The sudden sound of her name stirred her from her thoughts and she glanced over through thick lashes at the man next to her before smiling slightly to almost perfectly conceal her nerves. Her voice sounded even huskier than usual in the frigid breeze, \n\"I believe so.\" Her head tilted, \"Are you?\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Sophia Sucher\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nSophia couldn't help herself as her eyes rolled towards Jax's comment about needing rescue. She was sure he was speaking about her twin considering she wasn't the one who had been rotting in a prison cell for god knows how long. It was bloody luck that the one who imprisoned him needed his help and that she had been fortunate enough to reach her brother before they had left for this mission. \n\nInching closer towards Erik, Sophia used her elbow and nudged it lightly into his side to catch his attention. \"Who are we saving again? And why haven't we ditched them yet?\" \n\nIt was no secret that Sophia hated group activities and seeing how they were in a group about to do an activity which involved rescuing a person, she wasn't in the best of moods."
},
{
"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Aleksandr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Deposit Center\n\nAleks couldn't find rest, nor could he find simple peace; his mind was too occupied turning the prospect that the world had forgotten him into a reality. Was his new reality lived between cages and sculpted by the will of his captors? Aleks really wasn't sure if that's what he desired. The room housing him was comfortable, and it was minimalistic enough for his tastes, yet it made his skin crawl. Even as his frail body was pressed against the plush carpet floor, he felt thousands of bugs crawling across his skin like a plague. All the lordling could do was pull himself into a ball and lightly weep. \nWas he to be abandoned here? \nAfter all he had endured, was his story closing now? In the hands of avaricious brother-kings? Just as a regal light revealed itself to him, he was being cast into an impenetrable ocean."
},
{
"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater & Erik Sucher\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\n\"You haven't ditched because you haven't been paid yet.\" Jax said, bluntly. He didn't agree to pay them an upfront fee, not fully trusting these siblings.\n\nErik grunted pulling his hammer from the cloth on his back, and hefting the weapon onto his shoulder.\n\n\"You just be sure to come through on that money. I'd hate to bring you into a rematch so soon after your promotion.\" Erik looked to his sister and raised an eyebrow, \"You sure you're good with this?\""
},
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Sophia Sucher\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\n\"I wasn't asking you, now was I?\" Sophia muttered through her teeth as she glared towards the back of Jax's head. She imagined how it would feel to impale his head onto a stick. She had never attempted such on a person before, especially while they were still breathing. Was it possible? Perhaps if she managed to strike him through the mouth and decapitate him before he passed from the impaling. Highly unlikely. The fantasy was still there though. \n\nWhen Erik's question tore Sophia from her thoughts, she shrugged her shoulders in response. \"Considering I haven't planned any of this and we are walking in blindly? Do you really think I would be ok with any of this in the slightest??\"\n\nShe didn't bother to keep her voice low enough for just the two of them to hear, she didn't care. It was no surprise that Sophia hated working with others besides her twin. Now she was forced to help some female who was a stranger to her and the man who held her brother captive. If she got fatally injured, she was going to be majorly pissed off."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax & Erik\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nErik snorted, his thumb instinctively reaching up to rub at his nose.\n\n\"It might just be me but I hardly remember a time when we did plan something through.\" The idiot brute of a Sucher muttered. \"But we get to rampage through a castle? Hard to pass that opportunity up.\"\n\nErik was an idiot, but he was strong and was viewing the approaching fight as his own sort of warm up.\n\nJax shook his head at the twins before acknowledging Kelsafyr.\n\n\"I'm ready to rescue the boy, I'll let you know once I'm sure I'm ready to storm a castle or not.\" He feigned a laugh, trying so hard to look on a bright side."
},
{
"author": "minihedgie",
"message": "Kelsafyr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nKelsafyr decidedly ignored the twins conversation, instead busying herself by burrowing further into the warm furs that were sewn into the neck of her outfit. Her teeth gently teased her lip as her anxiety heightened-they were far too unprepared. She took a deep breath, willing her concern to disappear as she finally turned her attention to the others. She chuckled quietly at Jax's reply before teasing, \"Surely you can't be too apprehensive. Isn't storming castles a regular feat for knights in shining armor?\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Sophia Sucher\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nOf Course he couldn't resist to pass up this opportunity, it came as no surprise to Sophia. She on the other hand didn't enjoy the thought of storming a castle. She would rather bait their bounty so they would have the upper hand, brute force was more Erik's forte. \n\n\"Fine but you can not leave me again like you did last time you idiot. I'm still fuming about that.\" \n\nNot that she would admit it, but Sophia hated being without her brother. It was a lot harder to go for a drink without someone attempting to talk to her."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax & Erik\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nJax chuckled at the young Skagerlly. \n\n\"I haven't had a shining suit of armor in years.\" And he was barely a knight, but let's not get into that. Jax pulled his hood over his head, thinking of turning back to bid farewell to the twins, however they seemed preoccupied with each other. \"Shall we, Lady Skagerlly?\"\n\nJax was nervous, but he was good at hiding it.\n\nErik raised another eyebrow at his sister.\n\n\"You just need to keep up with me, Little Sister.\" A moniker of size only, Sophia happened to be the twin who was a few minutes older."
},
{
"author": "minihedgie",
"message": "Kelsafyr Skagerlly\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nKelsafyr grinned at the man beside her before glancing back over to market center with growing concern. *Was she ready?* Her mind found solace in the knowledge that she had very little worth living for, so her inevitable death would be met with some acceptance.\n\n Her fingers found the knife secured to her side and she let out a sigh before pulling the hood of her cloak forward. She smiled at Jax and nodded, \"After you\""
},
{
"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Sophia Sucher\nWhylderholm Market Center\n\nShe couldn't help but roll her eyes towards his little comment before flipping him her middle finger. Her gaze fell towards the two as they readied themselves before turning back towards Erik. \n\n\"After this 'rescue mission.' We are going straight back to bounties. Deal?\"\n\nWas this man even worth the trouble they were about to place themselves in? She Highly doubted it."
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{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\n\"If you haven't the burning desire to know the answers to your existence, your past, then I shan't waste any time explaining it to you. In fact,\" He said, beginning to frantically wipe at his forehead, \"I SHAN'T WASTE ANY MORE SPACE IN MY SKULL WITH YOUR PATHETIC LIFE'S STORY!\" He shrieked. He wiped more vigorously, his forehead blooming a bright red. Rodrigo skittered around Arin's feet, breathing roughly. The air seemed to chill. Rodrigo's breathing became visible, puffing out in front of him. The rat's eyes were wide in terror. It was as if he knew, and knew he did, that something wicked was in their midst. Nickles' hands finally dropped to his sides with his chest heaving and forehead raw. The sutures of his skull seemed to align more correctly now that he had cleansed his bean. He stared hard at Arin. A slow, lopsided smile cut across his meaty face.\n\n\"Hello, my name is Prince Nickles. Pleased to meet you, as you are pleased to meet me,\" He said, kicking a foot out gracefully and pointing it out in front of him. He was an exquisite dancer and would take any chance he had to demonstrate his skillset. Rodrigo weeped silently at Arin's feet."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin thought for a moment. \"*Prince*.. Living here of all places? That's absurd.\" Arin muttered to himself. \"Sorry, it's just odd.\" Arin said, quickly realizing his mistake. He looked over the boy, noticing he looked better. \"You said Nickles, but I've never heard that name. And yes, I am pleased to... Know your real name I guess.\" Arin said, choosing his words carefully as to not piss the kid off more. \"I've never really known my past, nor cared to. It's easier that way.\" Arin said softly."
},
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\n\"Well, I was ousted by my sister, the Gimp Queen Elizouise Ramsalot. She drove my nation into the ground. Yes, Feyshore is but a mound of ash now. Seeing my home ablaze sent me into a turmoil that I don't believe I ever truly recovered from. If I ever see her again, I will peel her eyeballs while they are still in her lumpy, underdeveloped head,\" Nickles said, balling his fists tightly at his sides. \"I believe that living in the past is the only way to survive. Our future is bleak. Peasants are dying in the streets, wracked with boils and rashes. If I did not know any better, I would assume that there was another plague upon us,\" He chuckled. Rodrigo began sweating profusely. Nickles glanced in his direction and narrowed his eyes. \"A plague would be most unfortunate indeed... Brought on by rats no doubt.\""
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind \n\n\"I've seen the worst sides of humanity. I choose to believe that the future can be bright, if we make it that way. If enough people tried to have a more positive outlook and started helping each other, then a lot of the problems could end. I don't know how to heal the sick, but I know my mo... Mo.. I remember my mother.. Barely but I do. She was a healer, a very beautiful one. Her hair was as fair as golden silk, and her smile was as bright as snow. She used to tell me to never... Never.. Shit. I forgot. Goddamnit why can't I keep memories from slipping?!\" Arin said, before looking over at Nickles. \n\n\"Yeah, things are bad. Yes people are dying. But there must be a way to change it. There has to be.. A cure of some sorts. If we can prevent infection by wrapping a wound well enough then a lot more has to be poss...\" The thought slipped his mind and he sat still for a moment. \"I'm sorry. I'm not usually *This* Forgetful. Plague? I hope not. But if it's brought on by rats then that is indeed unfortunate. Seems to me people need to watch themselves closely. Keep any wound clean and wrapped up, and prevent contact with possible sources.\" Arin said, his voice naturally becoming softer."
},
{
"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles\nNorthwind\n\nNickles paused as Arin stuttered through his sentences. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his tiny nose. \"Did a gnome hit you in the head with a log?\" He asked in exasperation. \"Perhaps a gnome hit you in the head with a log until your brain began to bleed. *Perhaps* That is why you cannot remember how to speak properly like a gentleman.\" \nHe grabbed Arin's hand. \n\"Allow me to be your teacher. I am eloquent. You deserve the best. I will have you speaking full sentences within a year,\" He whispered."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\n\"I speak well enough.. Thank you. It's just that sometimes my brain forgets where it's going, like I blank and I cannot remember what I was talking about. Have you ever been doing something without thinking about it, but then realize you are doing it? I don't know how to explain it. Like you are cooking but you lose yourself as you are cooking, and you realize you've been cooking for a long time all of a sudden. Or you are at the wheel of a great ship and you just relax and get lost in your own head. That happens to me sometimes in a conversation.\" Arin said, trying to think of good analogies to try to explain his condition. \n\nDoctors say nothing is wrong with me, or that a spell has been cast on me, but that doesn't seem right. Why would someone block someone else's memory and function? Makes no sense.\" Arin said, rubbing the scar on his thumb. \"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk about myself for so long. It is rude.\" Arin said."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Lord John De Burgh\nSwinford\n\nA week it had been since Lord John had assumed the town of Swinford as his southern post of command, leaving a defensive garrison at posted in the northern outpost, some 15 leagues away. His time was most spent in counsel with his southern campaign commanders, creating a grand strategy for the remainder of the war. With Duke Zacharov in his custody, John would ploy to add him to his growing list of allies. On this day, though, John had a monumental decision to make. After the battle of Swinford, the victorious regency captured shy of one-hundred barbarian prisoners of war, who for the past week have been a logistical horror to maintain. His counselors of war had most seen war far more than Lord John, so he often gave their words respect. In this particular instance, his marshalls had unanimously agreed that the prisoners should be killed, to varying degrees of brutality. One went as far as to suggest they should be crucified on a road leading back to Iron Gate, to mockingly \"Lead the way\" To the city. \n\n Stepping out of the custom-house of Swinford revealed a much more pleasing image than how he had entered it. On the center fountain no longer lay the corpse of a young boy, impaled through the chest with a spike and bodies had no longer ridden the streets. A day after his forces had made camp, they had taken to the streets assisting the common people to rebuild their town. Lord John himself took the streets bare-chested, helping the soldiers and citizens rebuild damaged infrastructure. However, John's conscious was plagued by fear as he worked. How the common people felt for the Lord was beginning to look up, but if he was overtly cruel on prisoners of war, he may make martyrs of them. John had deferred his responsibility to the later hours of the day, and in the afternoon he continued to work in the wheat-fields with the citizenry.\n\nA man near fifty, John wasn't much inclined for hard labor. Rather than assisting the soldiers in the repairing of infrastructure, John loaded the town's harvest onto wagons to where they'd be sold to the common people. He used this opportunity to tan himself before the winter had set in. Fortunately for the citizens of Swinford, the autumn harvest had appeared to be strong enough to last them the coming Winter and longer. For this reason, the citizens were most grateful that the Regency armies had liberated the city before the Barbarian armies could steal their grain and poison the rest. Unlike most others of Northwind's noble status, John did not mind work. In fact, he thought it to be a stress-relieving pastime to take his mind away from the endless bloodshed that had preceded him to his current state. Calluses dotted the bases of his fingers, and sweat dripped down his back. The citizenry made conservation with John as he worked, but the difference in dialect and education made it quite difficult. The northerners of Iron Gate have a bit less colloquial diction than the lower cities, and most of the wheat-tenders hadn't spent longer than a week in school.\n\n John's conversations were interrupted when his Steward came bearing important news. \"My Lord..\" He said rather nervously. \"There appears to be a host forming ranks in front of the City gates.\" John stared at the man wide-eyed, waiting for him to continue. \"However, they do not have siege equipment, and haven't attacked our walls... They're simply standing there.\" John stood in silence, laying his equipment to rest. \"Perhaps they wish for an audience, get me my coat.\" He commanded, trudging his boots through the dirt pathways towards the stables. \"As you wish, My Lord. I shall also assemble your guard to escort you.\" They exchanged nods, as the Steward disappeared from sight.\n\nMounting his snow-white stallion had been the greatest feeling he had experienced since he occupied the city, and he had been searching far and wide for an excuse to ride once more. His guard joined him as he left the stables, his steward finally delivering to him his wolf's-pelt coat once they were well past ready to make way for the exit. Seeing their liege shirtless on horseback in nothing except for muddied pants and boots must have been quite a sight for the townsfolk to see. As he donned his coat, they rode off into the streets. Twenty men followed close behind and just in front of the Lord as they made their way to the city entrance, which John had made a note of renovating first in his stay. He had not exactly known why, but the decrepit gate had bode an ill omen when he had first laid claim to the city. Just before they had reached the portcullis, John noticed a large envoy of guards approaching him.\n\n As the ranking officers of both escorts met, they briefly exchanged words. Wishing to be ahead of the curve, John disembarked his stead and approached the guard. His annoyed mood suddenly appeared to change when he had seen the escortee. Prince, now Lord, Albert Rhoderick had apparently saw it fit to return to Lord John's graces. John walked hastily toward the young man, embracing him before Albert could even say a word. \"Albert, how happy I am to see you! I feared for your life after not hearing back from your... Travels.\" Truthfully, John had known that Albert's will was not in his favor but a mix of emotion and theatrics had compelled the Lord to neglect Albert's move against him. \"I truly am sorry, my poor boy. I put you through a dilemma I couldn't hope for you to be able to resolve.\" He let go of his embrace, and faced his guard. \"Get the boy some food and water, and have some servants tend to his bath. He's marched a long while to get here.\" With that, he embarked his stead and smiled to Albert as he continued to make for the gate.\n\nAs the gate opened, John was revealed to what his Stewart had suggested. Just past his military camp, a band of freelancers had made themselves known. He trolled through the military camp, making way through the many soldiers who had stopped their work to see their Lord pass. The black and golden tents, Johns colors, held firm in the packed dirt, and heavily contrasted to the colors flown by the unknown army who stood before him. Once Lord John had reached a comfortable distance from the unknown host, he held up two fingers. \"Halt!\" The guard commander roared to his subordinates. Just like that, the escort stood in its tracks as John pressed forward to personally have conversation with the other army's commander. It was customary that two commanders, acting in good faith, would meet if their armies were at odds. As the Commander made himself known, John held up a single hand, waving to him. \"For what purposes have you gathered this mighty host? Do you wish to make war?\" John asked, narrowing his gaze."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi stood tall, his black armor standing out amongst his men's rather lackluster gear. His face was covered by a hood matching the rest of his armor, and no skin was showing. He was silent as the men approached his camp, and when the other leader showed himself Levi stepped forward. \n\n\"John De Burgh, I presume. I am Leviticus Eradius Cortezial, leader of this group. I am here on behalf of the now deceased Sir Quatlebaum, Lord of Breckinaire. Unfortunately he was slain by a rather deplorable creature who was taken care of quickly.\" Levi said, removing the hood and taking the letter out of his pocket. \n\n\"This is a peace offering, and a show of loyalty to a hopefully prosperous future.\" Levi said, gesturing to some of his men to get the chest containing a portion of the gear they had collected on the way. \"I am sure that you can find a use for some of this.\" Levi said, tipping the chest so the contents could be seen. Some gold pieces fell out, and a few eyes began hungrily staring at them. Roryk stood up from his seat and stood beside Levi, dwarfing Levi in comparison. He whispered something into Levi's ear before handing Levi a bow, and Levi spun around and shot an arrow into a bandit that had been hoarding gear, stealing food and other necessities. \n\n\"Everyone knows the rules. He received his punishment, an arrow through the hand for thievery! Anyone else dare to test me?\" Levi said, before turning and looking at John. \"I really do apologize for the interruption. Where were we?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nSwinford\n\nRhoderick blinked for a moment, then stood there awkwardly, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he struggled the greeting he had just received from John. It was disturbingly warm, and Albert found himself both baffled, confused, and most importantly, suspicious. There was no reason for John to be so warm with him; something was afoot. There had to be some catch or some trap lurking! More importantly what dilemma had John given him? What impossible task had John put before him? He hadn't been on the orders of John when he had sought out the Whylders. He had intercepted that letter... \n\nHis mind was racing and he must have looked like one in shock, for the guard stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder before leading the dumb-struck young man away. The young man felt as if he were in the midst of some bizarre dream that, at any moment, might turn into a nightmare, but he tried not to dwell on it too much. His mind was so preoccupied, however, that he was grateful for the guiding hand on his shoulder. Soon, they came to a large mess tent where meals were being prepared, and the guard saw to it that Albert was given a hearty stew, fresh bread, and a few other things for his meal. It was not quite the fine dining that Albert was used to, but after several days on the road, he found that he was grateful for it and dug in. After scarfing the meal down, it was off for a bath and, to his surprise, new clothes."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Erik Sucher & Jax Brightwater\n\nErik nodded with a chuckle. Reaching out to pat his sister on the head like you would a child.\n\n\"As long as I get to fight, sister, I'm happy doing whatever jobs we can.\" Erik always loved proving he was stronger than everyone, even if he already looked it. The giant man that pushed past 7 feet tall and used a hammer half that size was the typical sign of brawn you'd hear about in legends, almost as if the man's creator was super into Greek Mythology at one point.\n\nMeanwhile, Jax was moving. He had his hood up, attempting to blend into the crowd, and his eyes were down, focusing on the feet in front of him to avoid any unwanted collisions that would draw attention.\n\nThe Eclipse Captain had spent two days staring at this fortress before coming up with a feasible strategy. It was dangerous, bold, and completely idiotic. That's why Jax had reached out to the twins, the first person coming to mind when he thought \"Idiotic,\" Was the massive bull who broke out of his chains just to fight his guard, and his sister was an added bonus.\n\nThe two he designated \"B Squad\" Consisted of Jax and the Lady Skagerlly. They were to make there way to a side entrance reserved for delivery, that being the least guarded doorway, and once inside they were to work their way up until they found Aleksandr. Meanwhile the twins and their henchmen were the distraction. Jax didn't know how exactly but the two were essential to creating a distraction big enough to get the garrison from the castle as involved as they can. The less guards inside was less interference for B Squad. In a perfect world the distraction would go off just as they got to the door, and the castle would be empty, with giant arrows pointing to their goal.\n\nJax tightened the scarf around his mouth and sighed as the delivery entrance came into view. He was nervous, excited, and worried, because Jax knew more than anyone that this was not a perfect world."
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"author": "minihedgie",
"message": "Northwind\nKelsafyr Skagerlly \n\nEver observant eyes were quick to spot out the delivery entrance and briefly Kelsafyr wondered if she was capable of this task. Though plenty spirited, action was a relatively new concept to her, would she be prepared for whatever was about to happen? With every passing second, the far from strategic plan, seemed to disintegrate before her as she quickly considered all that could go wrong. The list was extensive.\n\nTaking a deep breath, the Skagerlly woman closed her eyes for a brief second, inwardly checking herself for any symptoms of anxiety and eradicating them. Her thoughts were resolved, fear would do them no good now. Her eyes opened once again and a ghost of a smile passed her lips, *She was ready*"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham \nNorthwind\n\nRoryk arrived at the dock the letter had told him to be at, and he looked around. His head was over most of the men around him, and his watchful eyes searched the crowd for signs of the Merchant's men. He had men posted around the perimeter searching for any signs of movement or trouble. \n\nA strange man bumped into him, and Roryk felt the man's hand enter the pocket where his money was located. Roryk grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him, frowning and slamming him down, before taking his own money pouch and the other man's and walking towards the ship he had noticed. He gave the signal for the men to aim at the ship just in case, and he approached with his hand on his blade."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\nEan gets out of the ship, the handsomely charming elf wearing the usual slave clothing makes is apparent that he is newly taken. He would do whatever that fits, which is waiting. After all, he was a slave now and he didn't have an option to take the initiative unless he could get away with it. Which is... Not the case in a crowded area."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nRoryk approached the elf, noting the stature and appearance of it. It appeared as if he wasn't used to being a slave, and it was painfully obvious. \"Oi! I am Roryk Strongham, here on behalf of Leviticus Cortezial. He sends his regards, and he will meet you soon. Unfortunately he is predisposed at the moment, so he could not be here to meet you face to face. He regrets not being able to be here today.\" Roryk said, nodding at the other men as they walked away. He took the elf's lead that all slaves wore, and led the elf through the streets until the reached a small clearing without many people. \n\nA few men dropped from the rooftops, and Roryk grabbed a small parcel off of one of the men's backs. \"Put this on boy.\" He said, tossing the elf the sack."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\nEan follows Roryk to where he led him, listening what he says to its finest detail. When given clothes, he chooses the clothes that are mostly blue and white, anything he can do helped. He chose to complement his blue eyes, as his fashion sense was one of the few things he was allowed to have. \"Thank you.\" *He would say as he replaces his usual slave attire with the new clothing. Mostly commoner stuff, though it was alright. He couldn't cast magic to conceal his ears, as he didn't know how others reacted but at least with some commoner clothing he could blend in.*"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nRoryk noticed the ears and grinned as he began walking, dropping the lead. \"Be proud of what makes you different. Many do not have anything that sets them apart from anyone else.\" He said, reaching the horses he had prepared. \n\n\"Do you know how to ride? If not you must ride with one of us, or learn on the way.\" Roryk said, riding the horse at the front of the group."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\n*Ean would still not speak but he nods, he knew a little about riding. He could not take maneuvers in a chase but he knew the basics of transportation thanks to his status as the son of a bourgeois, well known family of traders. Anyway, he took one of the horses, picked one with the color that resembles white.*\n\n\"Let's go.\" *He would say, waiting for Roryk to lead the way with the intention of following him.*"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\n\"So he speaks? Good.\" The man said, kicking off and leading his horse to a fast trot. \"I feel as though if one man is going to tell another what to do, they should be acquainted. So, as I said, I am Roryk. Strongham is not my family name, but it is the name I chose. I have no family name. I am the son of two slaves, and was raised as a slave for many years. Levi is the man who pulled me out of slavery, so I owe him my life. And I run his group while he is away.\" Roryk said, the group arriving at a break in the forest, cleared trees all around and a few lot homes being built. There was the makings of a permanent settlement being built here, around 4 miles from Swinford. Roryk led the elf through the camp into the makeshift mess hall they had built. \"Are you hungry or ready to begin your tests?\" He asked."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\n*Ean would answer back* \"Ean. Guess I will have to pick my surname sooner of later.\" *As he follows him as he leads the horse for a fast trot too. He always had a good photographic memory -mostly from the times when he studied magick where it is a golden skill to success- and listens to him with ease. He was interested to know a former slave, maybe there was hope for the Elves and the other slaves.*\n\n*He would get to the camp with Roryk, and when asked the question he would answer it.* \"I am not hungry, but I am definitely ready.\" *He would say, as eating could wait. He wasn't that hungry anyway, he ate in case he would need his strength. He didn't know what to expect after all. The dreaded Merchant could at least say they were friendly, but oh well. He knew it was the Merchant's knack of leaving people to learn by themselves or at least he thought so.*"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham \nNorthwind\n\nRoryk led the elf to the training grounds, and clearing with many men fighting, shooting arrows at targets, and rings where men sparred. Stands of swords, all of various makes and models, hung on racks all around the field, which was around 100 yards square. The two blacksmiths and the healer both stood ready to mend or treat any problem that could occur. Well made bows and arrows were also present. \n\n\"Are you proficient in any style of weaponry or magic? If not then you will have to learn, though no one here knows any magic of intense power. The most anyone can do is light a match or create a few sparks. The healer knows a few spells of healing but it is nothing too powerful. He can mainly heal a few scratches and partially reattach fingers.\" Roryk said, greeting some of the men present."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\n\"No, but I will try...\" *Ean would say, still reluctant to show off his skills as a mage. However, it goes nothing. Ean makes a weird motion, one of his hand open in a grasping motion -as if he is grasping a sphere- near his mouth and his other hand -also doing the same motion- targeting a dummy.* \"**Ignitos Sol Tonitrum.**\" *He would chant as small sparks in the air get attracted to a specific point, which makes a small fireball slowly begin to gather.*\n\n*He makes motions of pulling and pushing, seemingly redirecting the sparks to make it as big as a tennis ball, then a football, and then something twice its size. It is clear that he is a magical adept -based on how fluently and gracefully he makes the moves and chants the words, each of his moves having a perfect flow with the next- who knows magic well.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\n\"I am actually interested in the style of that kid. It is not direct, but it gets results. That is what it matters, right?\" He would say, picking two daggers, as his weapon of choice. He didn't talk about any spells that do not require a long cast time, so maybe it could also be useful in the future. But anyway, he swirls the daggers as he asks. \"Before I face him, how do I use them? Do I just... Stab people with them?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nRoryk shook his head, and picked up a dagger off the rack. \"Daggers are much more tricky to use than a normal blade, but can also be much more effective in certain situations. They require an agile body and a sharp mind to wield efficiently. Roryk flipped the dagger and held it with a reverse grip, the blade lying flat on his arm. \"There are many ways to wield them, though my personal way is a bit difficult to master. Frederick is much more skilled than me, however. His way is to hide one of them like this, sliding it into a holster on his arm before flipping it out like he did out in the field.\" Roryk said, as the kid showed Ean the way to hold the blade. \n\n\"You do not just \"Stab people.\" You want to protect yourself, and deal as much damage as quickly as possible in the meantime. With blades this small, dodge attacks are your best bet, so when the other man commits to his attack slide out of the way and perform your counter attack.\" Roryk said, performing the move as Frederick slowly swung at him."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Ean\nNorthwind\n\n\"Got it.\" *Ean says as he goes for a dodging maneuver to the left, as he is right handed and it would be better if he could retaliate from the right. He lacks in experience when it comes to combat, but his athletic physique and agile posture seems natural for him. Also, it is clear that his spy training worked well enough for him, as he had some training about how to hide himself which sllightly helps in the field of avoidance. He looks for an opening which he can take, attempting to catch his opponent off guard.*"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nFrederick nodded at Roryk, signaling he knew what to do. He dropped his sword and pulled out the smaller sword from earlier. He spun it, keeping the weight in motion, approaching Ean."
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"author": "misterbister",
"message": "Duke Darin\nNorthwind, Grey Hills Duchy, Darin's Chambers\n\nThere was a distinct whining in the Duke's Room. A whole flock of servants had all gathered around the outside of the door, some of them pressing their ears against it and trying to snap up on what the warlord was mumbling about inside. Oh, had he recovered from the grevious wounds he recieved when fighting the Wolf-Lord a month back? Or perhaps those arrows that nailed him when he was escaping from the whole De Burgh battle fiasco? Or maybe the Foot Ulcers he had gotten when he alone marched the entire way back to the Grey Hills, kept alive only by some dirty rags-made-bandages, endurance, and a steady diet of hand-caught small woodland animals? Perhaps that nasty plague had gotten to him, the one that sent murmuring waves through all of Marin, leaving no high-or-low blood safe from the pestulent hand of fate.. Whatever had gotten to the secluded Duke had left him isolated, cut off from the rest of the world, and crammed in his bedchambers for the last month, only being seen to the world outside his door when he ocasionally snuck around the keep covered in cushy robes and blankets. Indeed, the servants mumbled, guessed and gossiped- whatever could have reduced the great warrior-duke to this shadow of his former self?\n\nThe answer was apathy.\n\n\"But sir, there is no reason to abandon your cause! The capital could very well be ours, and the estimations of our forces still point towards a high readiness for whatever our opponents could hope to throw at u-\" His advisor (the third one this month, the other two still hung in gibbets near the keep gates) mused on and on, only to be interrupted by an exhasperated \"No, let me ***BE!*** I don't, I don't WANT to go and conquer that stinking pile of refuse they call a capital anymore.. I don't, I really, do not. I don't give a **Rat's ass** About De Blorgh or his **Missbegotten gang of cronies**..\" There was a quiet sniffle, just to punctuate his tone. \".. Just, get another servant up here.. I want, another cup of wine, and, some more of those honey sweets..\" The Duke whined, turning over in his bed to face away from the advisor interrupting his moping, and pulling the fuzzy furs that covered his bed closer. \"But sir! All you need to do is, get up, and get out there! The world is yours for the taking, oh great Darin, you just haven't seized it yet! You just need to get MOTIVATED!\" The advisor blurted out, only to be met by the tired looking visage of Darin. His eyes were red and slightly swollen, the bags under his eyes had amplified quite a bit, he looked like he hadn't had a shave in a few weeks, and like his otherwise warrior-like physique had gained a few pounds. \".. But I don't want to be motivated, I want to lie here and be sad.\" The duke rebutted, before returning to his musings.\n\nAlas, life was not easy. Having such high views of yourself, while at times justified, also lead to a little bit of cognitive dissonance. Throughout life Darin had enjoyed a dance on roses. During the little civil war to take the throne he had personally claimed several skulls (some of which by now were cups, and some even candle-holders), made brilliant tactical decisions, and been praised as an orator without equal in Northwind- riling the masses into a furious mob when needed. But as of late, with the whole struggle for the throne, he had been pulled through flop after flop. Getting trashed by a wolfman, captured by De Burgh, outmanouvered by sneaky tacticians, and getting lost in swamps. It was if the roses had withered, and left Darin in a sorry and gray state, almost as gloomy as his fertile home region. What, or who, could possibly rouse the heavy hearted lordling from this miserable state? His advisors didn't know, but they would sure love to find out."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "John De Burgh\nSwinford\n\nJohn wished to waste no time between his meeting with Leviticus and returning to the safety of the town afoot the peak of Swinford Keep's highest hill. The guards were unlike all others in De Burgh's Army. John's light infantry wore light grey chainmail with a heavy plated torso. They appeared to the onlooker as a relatively standard infantry unit. However, the elite guards were of an entirely different breed. Their armor was colored heavy black with purple capes, and wore helmets with faces engraved into their masks. Lord John spared no expense in crafting one of the most feared and respected guard battalions in all of Marin.\n\nAs the guard rode forth and received Levi's weapon, John motioned him to halt. \"That won't be necessary. I have no intention of stripping the man of his right to defend himself.\" The guard shrugged and handed Levi back his bow and returned to John's side. The Lord gripped the reigns on his horse then spun about, looking over his shoulder at Levi and beckoned him to follow."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nSwinford, Northwind\n\nLevi's hands tightened instinctively around the bow, and he strapped it back into his back. He slid his dagger back into its sheath, and silently thanked his gods. \"You are a respectable man. That much is obvious. I can see why your men follow you.\" Levi said, tightening the bow so it wouldn't get in the way of his movement. \n\nHe walked and met John, and matched his speed. \"I know this is strange, but I wanted to extend my gratitudes for the welcome. Some would rather kill than ask questions.\" Levi said, popping his neck as they walked."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "As Levi rode abreast the Lord, the Royal Guard attempted to intercept them. John simply waved them off. \"Let us ride ahead.\" John commanded, as he gripped the reigns of his pale white horse, who's beautiful skin had been rusted by blood. \"Just a fortnight had passed since this plain was a battlefield. The sun still rises, the grass is still green, but the birds no longer sing in Swinford. The morning Larks have abandoned the town long ago.\" John said, motioning to the miles of burned woods that surrounded the field. The smell of burnt oak was still prevalent in the Spring wind.\n\n\"These trees will forever scar this land, my friend. From now, history will make famous the fields of Swinford for the battle that occurred here... A battle in which flames surrounded the warriors like a gladiator's cage.\"\n\nIn less than an hour, the pair had reached the foot of the hill. Just atop was a massive military encampment set up by John's forces immediately following the seizure of the city. A forward assault on Swinford would be near impossible from an attacker's position with this defense mounted."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nSwinford\n\nAs they reached the city, Levi studied the surrounding carnage. \"The problem is you must maintain the way history sees you. Unfortunately you are in a very precarious state at the moment. You now hold a major military hold here in Swinford. You won this land in a monstrous battle. Will you be a benevolent master? That is the question History will ask of you, just as it has asked every other man who has claimed power.\" Levi said as they rode. \n\nLevi's eyes flickered over the encampment, and looked amused. \"You have lucked out. It would be very difficult for an army to infiltrate this place. But you have one weakness, and it always comes with having these large groups of people in one spot. You must watch for individuals.\" Levi said, picking up the reins again. \"I am not implying anything, only saying that an assault would be difficult, but unfortunately with that much defense comes the issue of infiltration. Watch your men, John de Burgh.\" Levi said, squinting as the sun hit his eyes."
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"author": "skullcupboard",
"message": "Len Kharisne\nWhylderhome, Market District\n\nLen had been awfully thoughtful in his choices for the initial meeting, making an earnest effort to pick out a reasonably reputable establishment, impossible as they were to find in Whylderhome, for an initial drink. The 'Seven Drunken Knights' hardly would qualify in any other civilized place, but it sufficed here. It was a common haunt for the Brothers' Whylder's pet nobles and associates, furnished well enough it could seem like a uper-crust salon if you squinted hard enough. The interior was decorated with scraps taken from the arena a few blocks away, shot armor, tattered tabards, and blunted, scraped weapons arrayed in a mockery of their former owners for as long as the pub could get away with it before the mourning period subsided and some pissed-off next of kin demanded some respect for the dead.\nLen's eyes darted as he leaned back, shuffling. He rolled his shoulders, popping his neck to either side and barking out a cough. He'd picked a seat prominently visible from the door, and made a point of arranging the seats so that no party would feel totally obligated to face opposite of the entrance and be blind to their surroundings. He lazily adjusted a decanter of as-of-yet-untouched barleywine to sit a bit closer."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The door to the uncannily named ale house opened, and the two men who entered were *Not* Roland Redstag. They were big brutes, dressed in scarred armor and wearing masks of ultra violence. They squinted the angry eyes under their heavy brows and peered around the room. Then one of them gestured to someone outside.\n\nThe next man to enter was also *Not* Roland Redstag. He was a quarter less brute than the first two, his eyes possession an animal intelligence. He gave everything a once over and nodded.\n\nThe final man *Was* Roland Redstag. He swaggered through the doors, a smirk on his face. He wore no visible armor, dressed instead in a high quality linen tunic bearing the Redstag sigil over the right breast. His left hand rested casually on the hilt of his bastard sword as he walked right up to Kharisne. Roland smiles, picked up the wine, and drank from the bottle. Then he offered his sword hand to shake. \"I'm Roland Redstag. It's a pleasure to meet you in person.\""
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"author": "skullcupboard",
"message": "They certainly fit into their surroundings well. The room tensed all but undetectably for a few moments, the cheery din quieting barely as the new presence was registered, a scattered handful of armed patrons taking particular regard, before the faint celebratory atmosphere swung back into motion, momentum regained as quickly as it stalled.\n\nA metallic jingling rustled from the otherwise silent figure as Kharsine rose, the studded leather of his golden-brown and black doublet broadening his lanky, lean frame. He wore it open enough to reveal the swordbelt around his waist, but closed enough an inexperienced eye would ignore the layered armor padding sitting just above the comfortable tunic resting beneath.\n\nHis eyes were steady, a cold blue-gray, and betrayed a certainty, a methodical cunning, his twitchy, rodentlike body hid. \"Milord. Kind of you to say so.\" A light smile danced across his face a moment. He took Redstag's hand in his own right paw, shaking firmly before sitting down, the other hand snaking up to scratch at a scruffy cheek as he rolled his shoulders back."
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"message": "Roland senses the intellect immediately. A rat like cunning. His lips twitched near imperceptibly before he sat down, the crease of his tunic revealing the steel rings beneath.\n\"I must say, I imagined someplace... Nicer.\" Roland traced a finger through the dust under the candle on the center of the table. \"But it's fitting, I would say.\"\nAs he spoke, a number of his men filtered in, spreading throughout the room. They were lax, unaggressive but observant. \n\"They're not for you, if you're worried. My family has to watch our backs, what with the war on and everything.\""
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"message": "A dry, chortled chuckle cleared his throat as it devolved into another hollow, instinctive cough. He scratched again, popping his spine with the rolling motion once more as he straightened his posture, smirking gently.\n\"I'd be an awful hypocrite if I were to blame anybody for being careful, m'lord.\"\nHe clasped the bottle in a claw, taking a swig in a considerate confirmation the liquor was safe as much as to sate himself.\n\"Course, I'll blame the war for the locale, though. Necessity breeds creativity- hard to meet at one of the fine folk's salons nearer south when the North's still burning. So we stick to our warm, safe warrens up here.\""
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"message": "\"You know, my brother's a man of peace,\" Roland said, almost derisively. \"He believes that it breeds better men.\"\nRoland gestured and had one of his men bring him a stiffer drink. He enjoyed it with a long swig.\n\"I think peace breeds weakness. Weakness that sits and festers and rots everything around it until entire countries fall apart. War keeps you sharp, ready, hungry.\n\"Either way, the North is for my brother to deal with. My only interest is what I can do for you, and what you, in turn, can do for me.\""
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"message": "Len's brows narrowed as he scratched his wiry beard, whiskers twitching. \"Mmmf. World's not a kind place for better men.\nThe bartender was prepared, taking especial notice of the group and remaining alert. The watching eyes on them were subtle, but definitive. Kharisne hadn't picked somewhere he'd be alone.\n\"What you'll have to look forward to once Whylder lays eyes on you will be dependent on that. Stay sharp, ready, hungry. This work's one a ready beast thrives in, but a man's got to be careful to not get razed to the bone. Well, not too careful. We'd be outta jobs otherwise.\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nSwinford\n\nLevi frowned. \"It's not that I don't enjoy the city, don't get me wrong. It's only that I don't agree with people who think that their needs come first.\" He said, referring to the buildings that were clearly being built first. \"Seems Lord Quatlebaum would have fit right in.\" He said mockingly. \n\n\"Though I do not judge. These men must deserve these luxuries. Nobles you have persuaded to join you, I presume.\" Levi said, looking around. \n\nAs John told him of the captured barbarians Levi saw an opportunity to learn more of the man who stood before him. \"I would wish to join you. Seems to be an opportunity I couldn't pass on even if I wanted to.\" He said, pulling his glove tighter on his hand. \"I do not condone useless killing though. Might I suggest making them work, instead of any more brutal actions.\" He said, thinking. \"Make them grow the very food they eat.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nSwinford\n\nBathed, rested, and fed, Rhoderick felt better than he had in quite some time. The warm water-which was quite a luxury!- felt as if it washed away the weeks and months trapped with the Whylders, though of course he would forever bear the scar from his foolhardy bid at power. It was something a brash young man such as himself needed though. A learning curve that he wouldn't soon forget; an even that had wisened him and made him more fit to deal with power. And, perhaps, one day that wisdom would be a stepping stone to greater power. \n\nHe was resting when a guard summoned him to meet with John, though the moment he was informed, he was wide awake and on edge. Despite everything that had just been done for him, he was still suspicious of John and his warm reception back. Perhaps it was just what he himself would do in John's shoes, but he had a hard time believing that John had good intentions. \n\nIn any case, he quickly readied himself and headed towards the city's seat."
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"message": "John De Burgh\nSwinford\n\n John expressed little in his response to Levi's belief, for the sole reason that if he had expressed his agreement too soon, it might take away his opportunity to explore Levi's true nature. In truth, John despised the notion of power by birthright. It gave rise to unscrupulous and pompous individuals who have not to earn a single penny of their alleged \"Fortunes.\" John was no Lord by birth, and for that reason many across Northwind refused to see him as a Lord. With this in mind, John faced Levi as he halted his caravan just outside the seat stable. \"The men who live in those houses are the same men who have lived there before I arrived. My military court resides with me. Those homes do not belong to me or my court, they belong to the families who reside within them.\" \n\n John planted hopped off his horse, mud splattering as his boots met the ground. He minded little, as his work attire meant little to him. A stable servant approached him, offering to take the lead from his hands. John politely refused his service and led his horse into his stable, rubbing his thick mane once more before turning away. As he exited the stable, he removed his wolf-pelt jacket, exposing his body to the crips cold air of Northwind's Spring. He dressed himself in a grey tunic as he approached Levi once again. He directed his gaze to the building centered neatly on the edge of the market district, overseeing the city upon a small hill. \"That is the seat of Swinford. My military court occupies it until I have seen it fit to appoint a man to administer the region. Come, my friend; we have urgent business to attend to.\" He said, momentarily grabbing Levi's shoulder as he passed by.\n\n___\n___\nJohn would make his way up the steps, followed by his guard detail. The doors swung open to greet him. The air inside felt unusually damp and the place felt uneasy for reasons the Lord could simply not identify. He turned to face a boy called Lommy, a man John had paid for his services. \"Get a fire started, my boy. It feels like death in here.\" He jokingly said as he sat across the hearth. \"Our friend Lord Rhoderick will meet us here, Leviticus. Once he arrives we will waste no more time.\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez \nSwinford \n\nLevi nodded. \"I am surprised.\" He said, looking back once more at the buildings before he led his horse into the stables. He put his forehead to the horse's and murmured a thanks before turning around and tightening the cloak he wore around himself. The mud sunk under each step as they walked. Each step or movement made a noise. When Levi left the stables John had taken off his jacket.\n\n\"I don't know how you can stand this wind. It's brutal.\" He said, pulling the pitch black hood back over his head, shielding himself from the biting wind. He felt the man grab his shoulder and Levi turned, following him inside. \n\nWhen Levi stepped inside, his immediate thought was to grab his dagger. Everything felt off for no apparent reason, but Levi's every instinct was telling him to run far away. The same feeling that ran through him now was the same feeling he had the day Aleqar died. Levi shook the idea out of his mind when John called for the boy to start a fire. \"It does indeed.\" Levi said, with all seriousness. He stood over by the hearth, only taking a seat when he was offered one. He was not used to sitting around anyone of higher status.\n\n\"I apologize, it's only a habit.\" He said jokingly."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nSwinford\n\nAlbert was on edge as he approached the seat of Swinford, his stomach doing flip-flops and his hands clammy. He hadn't had any time to speak with John yet, really, so this would be his chance to expose the Whylders and swear his loyalty again. Hopefully that would be enough to appease John, and perhaps, if he was lucky, he could weedle his way into John's good graces and perhaps earn himself a position in John's entourage.\n\nHe arrived not long after Levi and John and was granted access with little hassle. The door swung open and he stepped inside, blinking a bit as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. As soon as he saw John, he bowed deeply to him, then stood straight, his spine rigid and his jaw clenched. Unlike the other two, he was only vaguely aware of the damp and cloying air in the room. It felt more like home than most places did, and reminded him of his keep."
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"message": "John De Burgh\nSwinford\n\n Once the room was made brighter and warmer by the fire, John had excused himself from the hearth and made his way towards the long desk placed at the far back of the room. There, a group of men joined him as they unfolded several rolls of parchment. Among them was Lord John's chief military strategist on the southern front, Marshall Sanson. Sanson had earned himself the epithet \"The powerful\" When, in the War of the Seven Hills, his men reported seeing him crushing the skulls of his enemies between his two palms. The man made John seem truly unimpressive in terms of stature, being near as tall as the ceiling and heavy as an Ox. \"My Lord,\" He said, nodding to John as he laid out multiple maps before him that were marked laboriously.\n\n__\n__\nBefore too long, many of the most esteemed men who had pledged oaths of fealty to John had surrounded his oaken seat at the table, whispering and murmuring of their next campaign. \"Iron Gate has generously supplied our war effort through the Everspire supply line. However, our allies in the North and West are demanding retribution for their services. I fear we may soon need to find more immediate methods to secure the provisions of your army.\" His fingers, wide as sausages, slid up and down the parchment highlighting the logistical outpost of Everspire keep that John had secured not long prior. From that outpost, lines stretched far west and north to secure provisions necessary for the armament of John's troops. He could not afford for these lines to fall into jeopardy. \"So long as the road Lords keep their treaties and continue to pledge their allegiance, our provisions are safe along the northern pass.\" John pointed to the image of a fortress built at Swinford and summoned forth the Lord of the Treasury, who John had actually brought alongside him on his campaign from the Regency council. \"The entrances facing south, west, and east are to be used only for logistical purposes. I want nobody entering or exiting this city unless it is from the Northern gate.\"\n\n__\n__\nMore chatter ensued before attention suddenly transferred to Lord Rhoderick, who had just entered while the group was closing its business. John rose to his feet, approaching Albert to embrace him. As he did so, he kept one arm around Lord Rhoderick and exclaimed to the crowd. \"I'm sure you all know who this lad is. A boy I've known since he was born, and a dear friend to our cause.\" John grinned at Albert, and motioned for him to take a seat with him and Levi at the hearth."
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi shook his head. \"You have the wrong idea.\" Levi said, his heart rate finally settling. He frowned and walked forward, approaching Tharn. \n\n\"I am Leviticus Cortezial. The men you just slaughtered were my friends, my brothers. Their lives are now on me, because I was not there to protect them. I would not risk more lives just to protect a man whom I hold no allegiance to.\" He said, frowning. \n\n\"So either kill me now or fuck off into your little war for this shitty country.\" He said, clenching his jaw."
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"message": "Tharn Skorn\nOn the road to Burgh\n\nTharn smirked. \"Awww,\" He crooned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. \"The poor little man lost his friends! Let me tell you, Leviticus, there is no room in this world for sentimental feelings. Your brothers would cast you aside if it meant they would save their own lives.\"\n\nHe paused, glancing at the devastation around them before returning back to Levi. \"But kill you? No, I'm afraid I can't do that yet. I'll tell you what... You and your man come with me, and I will call off my dogs and spare your little friends.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi's pale eyes bore a stark contrast to everything around him. \"Then tell me. If there is no room for feelings in this world then why live? What is there to live for? That's not living, it's barely surviving.\" Levi said, frowning. \n\n\"Your followers may leave you at the first taste of blood in the water, but that means nothing. Just because you haven't earned the respect of those around you doesn't mean I haven't put my own sweat into leading those around me. The people who follow me follow out of their own free will. Can you say the same?\" He said."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nOn the road to Burgh\n\nThe noble speech was lost on Tharn, who simply shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands towards Levi, palms upward and towards Levi in a sort of \"I don't know\" Gesture. \n\n\"Survival is all we can ask for. That's what all of nature strives for, and I'm sure everything from the tiniest bug to the greatest bear calls that living. And unfortunately, my men follow me because I offer them something you can't offer your men. Protection. The chance to live to see another day.\"\n\n\"I can, however, offer your men that now,\" He continued. \"If you and your man here will come with me, I will spare your men and they can go on... Living.\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi listened to the man's words. Every fiber in his body urged him to stand and fight, but he looked around at his men. Those that were left were being grouped together and the blades at their necks were drawing blood. The muscles in Levi's jaw strained as his mind set, and he looked up at Tharn and spit a wad of blood on the ground. \n\n\"A chance to live another day? I can't wait until John de Burgh stands tall above your corpse.\" Roryk said, breaking his silence. Levi groaned silently as Roryk realized what he had done."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nOn the road to Burgh\n\nTharn smirked, and with an almost imperceptible signal, two of Levi's men were slaughtered where they stood. \n\n\"That is the price you pay for insolence,\" Tharn replied in a matter-of-fact tone. \"If you wish to have more blood on your hands, please, do speak, but if not, then you both will come with me. The choice is yours.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi shook his head and looked at Tharn. His thoughts drifted a bit as he looked at each of his men. They were all shivering, shaking in their boots. They were not the men he had led here. These were merely boys frightened by someone stronger than them. \n\n\"Lead the way.\" He said, looking back at Tharn. He had to try to save their lives even if it cost him his own life."
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"message": "Levi Cortez \nNorthwind\n\nLevi shook his head. \"No you don't understand. I'm not a part of his army. My name is Leviticus Cortezial. I am the leader of a group of bandits formerly known as the Eclipse.\" He said, squinting as he looked up. Everything in him begged for Tharn to let him sip from the wine skin, but Levi bit his tongue to focus on what was going on. His mouth slowly filled with the taste of blood but Levi ignored it and continued. \n\n\"He never told me much. Only that I was to follow him around a day's length behind him, but I ignored that. It wouldn't have made sense for me to wait until the battle was nearly over to make my entrance, but now I understand. My mistake cost the lives of many men tonight.\" He said softly, before looking up at Tharn again. \n\n\"Your mistake was assuming I was more important than I actually was. You think John de Burgh trusts someone that could easily backstab him when he was weakest? For all I know everything he told me was a lie. He preaches about the Gods but where are his gods now? His puny army could easily be wiped out without my help. Just remember our fight would have been different if my men had not been slaughtered when they were weakest.\" He said angrily."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nTharn chortled, then took another swig from the wineskin. His next words came out as part of a derisive snort, \"With your leadership, your men never would have stood a chance, whether they were at their weakest or strongest. Tell me, where were you when the fighting broke out? Asleep in your bed. Oblivious as your men died around you. The last one to emerge from his tent to fight us. A good leader is always on the alert; always sleeps with his boots on so he can be ready to lead the charge. Your men were damned from the moment they signed up with you.\"\n\n\"Now,\" He continued, \"Enough of the idle talk. Tell me everything you know about John de Burgh. I want to know his weaknesses, how large his forces are, what his plans are, and where I can drive the knife deepest.\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi's lip curled up, rage boiling in his stomach. He couldn't argue. He had been asleep when the battle had initiated. But it had not been a battle. It was a slaughter, the guards on duty had been silenced before the alarm could have been set off. Their throats had been ripped out, torn from their body never to make a sound again. Levi had seen all of it before he had been dragged away. He was inexperienced, novice, and headstrong. He could learn from the man sitting in front of him, but that wasn't going to happen.\n\n\"When he left Swinford, he only had around 800 or so men. If I had a map I could show you the exact route he took. All he told me is that he is going to try to overtake you at Burgh. He never told me how.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nTharn nodded, seemingly satisfied with Levi's answer at the moment. *So,* He thought, *Burgh is going with a lighter, more efficient force. Banking on speed and precision more than might...* \n\nHe turned and retrieved some nearby documents, unfurling an incredibly detailed map of Northwind. Many of these areas were largely undocumented by anyone other than the wolfmen, who knew every inch of Northwind like the back of their hand. The government of Northwind had been in too much of an uproar for decades to focus on detailed cartography. \n\n\"Show me,\" He ordered."
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi rubbed his wrists as Tharn untied his hands. The rope around his torso kept him attached to the post, but he had use of his arms. He looked at the map. \n\n\"Your map is better than any map I have ever seen of Northwind, however most of it is not needed for the route John has proposed. He's taking the north road.\" He said, tracing a line from Swinford to Burgh. He studied the map for a moment, memorizing it as he traced through the woods and streams that were marked.\n\n\"We took this route, using the stream as a guide for much of the way.\" Levi said, tracing another line that cut through the wooded area that looped around the road. \"My men would have met John at this side of the city.\" He said, pointing to another point on the map."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nTharn loomed over Levi, watching him trace out the route that John de Burgh took and that Levi and his forces had taken. His mind raced to formulate a plan of action so that he and his men could be prepared for the coming battle. Even with a smaller force, John had the advantage in terms of size and overall training. And on horseback... His brow furrowed slightly, the only indication of the puzzle he was working through in his mind. Based on the size of John's force and the route he took, John would likely be here any day now. Perhaps even tomorrow. But he needed to know more!\n\nHe asked a few more questions to clarify the route, then asked, \"What do his forces look like? How many men on horseback? How many on foot? What kind of supplies and armor do they have? Does he know of the attack on Burgh?\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nThe blood slowly dripped off of the sores on Levi's wrists where he had tried to escape. As Tharn spoke Levi opened his eyes again, the sweat burning them. Even though he was freezing, the sweat dripped from his brow. \n\n*Damn.*\n\nAs Tharn dragged him up the wounds on his wrist opened further. He clenched his jaw together to stifle a scream and his eyes rolled back. The pain was overwhelming, but the darkness refused to take over his body. Levi snarled as he was thrown to the ground, and as the men around him smirked as they looked at him Levi swore a silent oath to murder them all. This was not how he was going to die. He stretched his back enough for the tired muscles to rest for a moment, before receiving a kick in the stomach. He coughed and spit blood and spittle onto the ground, before leaning against the cold snow. How he was still awake he didn't know. The biting cold kept his eyes from closing, dulling his pain but reigniting it every other moment. \n\nHe heard movement from inside and he glanced up, not knowing what was coming."
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"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nHe had been careful to still keep Levi and Roryk far enough apart that they would be unable to hear each other's replies. Hopefully, this way, he could verify the information that each gave, and on top of that, they would sacrifice each other in order to save themselves. Unfortunately, one glance at Roryk and the wolfmen that had been interrogating him revealed that, although Roryk was a bloody pulp at this point, he hadn't folded under pressure like Levi.\n\nTharn's lip curled in disgust as he marched over to where Roryk was bound. He conferred briefly with the others, who confirmed the suspicion he had from the moment he entered the tent, and glared at them as he ordered them to leave. Absolutely incompetent! All of them!\n\n\"So,\" He said gruffly as the tent flap fell behind the last wolfman. \"It seems you're more stubborn and loyal than your leader. He told us everything we wanted to know, and here you are fighting... What for? Do you really owe John de Burgh anything? If it's your leader you're trying to protect, well, you have nothing to fear there. He's safe and well. Much more comfortable than you, I might add, since he spoke up right away.\"\n\n\"Though I am curious,\" He continued, \"How someone so strong-willed and courageous could be stuck playing second-fiddle to a man like that. I mean, how could you not be the leader? You were there, fighting alongside your men before he even roused from his sleep! I wonder... Do you really owe him anything? He's the one that got you into this mess, after all.\""
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"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nRoryk smiled. This pain was nothing. He had endured far worse as a child, and each beating only reminded him more of his past. Blood dripped down his forehead and he began to laugh. The intense, maddening cackling this man produced was more animal than man. \n\n\"You do not know Leviticus.\" He said, looking back up at Tharn with a wide grin. \"If he told you anything it was planned, methodically thought through in that brilliant mind of his. You think he didn't know you were going to attack that night? He knew you would be watching us.\" Roryk said, laughing maniacally again. \n\n\"And you fell for it. You removed Levi away from his men. The only thing he didn't account for is me being here as well. Now his men will think he was dead, and I was going to replace him. But you went and fucked that up, didn't you.\" Roryk said, still laughing."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind \n\n\"Oh, so he's a deserter,\" Tharn replied with a nod, his brow furrowing slightly. \"A coward running away from his duty and abandoning his men. Leading them to the slaughter, only to run away. A brilliant mind indeed.\" The last bit was said with more than a hint of sarcasm and contempt. \n\nHe crouched down so that he was just about eye-level with Roryk, though his hulking form still seemed to loom over Roryk like a boulder about to roll down a mountainside and crush him.\n\n\"It's been my experience that men that run like dogs with their tails between their legs, die like dogs. Tell me... Would you like to return to your men?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nRoryk smiled. \"How fascinating. You call him a coward, a deserter. But you do not know his true intentions. Your sense of loyalty is not one we share. You see, we are not soldiers, nor are we mercenaries. We do not even hold an official title holding us together. We are the vultures that come after battle to pick at the bodies, laughing as they lie there, gasping as they try to hold onto what little life they have left. But Leviticus goes even further than that. He likes to watch as they destroy themselves even before the battle. He enjoys picking the side that is closest to defeat.\" Roryk said, glancing up. \n\n\"His role is the most important. Your feeble mind just doesn't comprehend his way of thinking. You believe there is only black or white, good or bad, bravery or cowardice, but you do not see half of what we do. Lesser men have tried, failed, and died to perform what we have.\" Roryk said, before closing his eyes again."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nTharn simply couldn't understand Roryk's thought process. How could he defend someone that was going to abandon his men? Someone who was so disloyal? It filled him with so much contempt for both Roryk and Levi, but in the end, it was valuable information. One thing was clear: Roryk respected and adored Levi, and no matter how much he may talk of a different sense of loyalty, it was clear that he had at least some level of loyalty to Levi. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. \n\n\"Well, you have certainly chosen the losing side this time,\" He acknowledged as he rose to his feet. \"There's no doubt of that.\"\n\nHe slowly paced around Roryk, like a wolf circling its prey, ready to pounce for the kill. Carefully calculating every word and every move. \n\n\"Levi said John de Burgh left with 1000 men,\" He said, purposely giving the wrong figures. \"Well equipped and travelling on horseback. Is this true?\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\nLevi's screams pierced the chilly air, and Roryk roared as he heard the noise. The chains that held him down began to creak as every muscle in his body strained and popped as his anger bubbled up. The rage burning inside of him quelled as he realized it was pointless. The chains holding him wouldn't budge. There was no use in wasting his energy now. Levi's plan was still in place, and Roryk knew what he had to do. \n\n\"The truth? I'll show you the fucking truth.\" Roryk said, before spitting a mixture of blood and spit into Tharn's face. \"I've told you the fucking truth. Now go fuck yourself.\" He said, looking through the crack of the tent at Levi. He could see his mangled body lying there."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nTharn's golden eyes flashed dangerously, rage coursing through his veins for a moment, though he quickly managed to regain control. He used his shirt front to wipe the blood and spit from his face, then took a deep, calming breath. \n\n\"Well then,\" He said, standing up and dusting himself off. \"It seems you have made your choice, and now I must make mine. His blood is on your hands.\"\n\nWith that, he retrieved the bar from the flames and returned outside."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nRoryk bellowed as Tharn left, and everything inside of him forced him onto a knee. As the metal groaned Roryk found his footing, and stood up, straining against the oppressive weight that held him down. His vision darkened but as he pulled one last time *Snap* The chains broke. Roryk screamed as Tharn began to bring down the rod onto Levi and gripped the part of the chain that still clung to his wrists. \n\n\"You BASTARD!\" Roryk yelled as he brought the chain down onto the arm that held the bar. Many of the wolfmen began to run towards the pair, and Roryk snarled."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nThe shout caused Tharn to falter, stopping mid-blow and beginning to turn around to see where the cry had came from. \n\n\"What the-\" He was interrupted by a sharp blow of metal against his flesh, causing him to cry out as he was knocked off balance and stumbled over Levi, nearly falling over top of him and treading upon already shattered bones. \n\nHe was, however, quick on his feet, and almost as soon as he had lost his balance, he regained it. He whipped back around to face his attacker, crouching low to the earth and whipping out a large hunting knife, his teeth bared in a sneer mingled with a grimace of pain. Fire flashed dangerously in his eyes. The other wolfmen circled around the two men, forming a tight-knit ring so that neither man could escape. Somehow they sensed that this was a battle for their leader alone to fight."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind \n\nRoryk bared his teeth as they circled each other. Roryk was fighting a losing fight, and he knew it. As Tharn slashed, the only thing Roryk could do was catch the blade on the metal shackles that gripped his wrists. Levi groaned as they fought around him. \n\n\"Dammit!\" Roryk roared as he used the chains like a whip, slinging them anytime Tharn came into reach. They gave him like a foot, and struck without precision. He caught Tharn once, but was immediately met with a new scar running down his forearm. Roryk stumbled as Tharn's next attack caught him."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nAdrenaline roared through Tharn's veins, a ghoulish smile crossing his face as he and his opponent sparred. In Roryk's weakened condition, Tharn was none too concerned about him being a viable threat. He had to admit, however, that he was quite impressed with Roryk's strength. He would have loved to face Roryk again in real hand to hand combat when the man wasn't at his weakest. \n\nFor as big and burly as Tharn was, he was quite quick on his feet, and he slashed deftly, expertly at Roryk. The blows that Roryk managed to land on Tharn hurt like hell, no doubt, but it was a bit like hitting a raging bull; it didn't exactly stop him. He just kept coming, slicing and pummeling the already weakened and injured man. He was careful not to strike for Roryk's vital areas though. No, no. He wanted him *Alive* When this was all over, and he was more and more convinced of that the longer they fought. This was a man he wanted to fight again!\n\nThe next time Roryk slung the chains at him, Tharn used the hand that wasn't occupied with the hunting knife to grab them, yanking them sideways in an attempt jerk Roryk off balance and knock him to the ground."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham\nNorthwind\n\nAs tired as he was, Roryk was enjoying this. No one else would have been able to keep up with Roryk, and if he had been at full strength he might have won. But this was a losing battle, and when Tharn yanked the chain Roryk had no choice. \n\nHe began to laugh as he fell. \"Fuck.\" He said softly, his face lying on the cold ground. \"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.\" He said, cursing himself. He tried to stand up but his body just gave out on him."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn \nNorthwind\n\n*Crunch* A swift kick in the ribs ensured that Roryk wouldn't get up again any time soon, and left the man doubled up in agony, coughing up blood. The ground around them was stained red, but despite all that, nothing that had been done to Roryk was truly life threatening. \n\nTharn loomed over the two men, ever the pompous victor. Satisfied that Roryk would pose no further threat to him or his warriors, he turned to the men and ordered, \"Return him to the encampment. He'll serve as a warning to John de Burgh. Alive, though. I hope to meet him on the battlefield again one day.\"\n\n\"What about him?\" Asked one of the wolfmen, gesturing to the virtually lifeless form of Levi. \n\n\"Leave him in the woods as an offering to the wolves,\" Replied Tharn, then turned and marched back across the encampment to his tent."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyprien de Lysse - The Grey Hills\n\nTic-tac... Tic-tac... The sound of the ornate pendulum was distracting. Normally, the monotonous sound would allow Cyprien to focus on his work, add a sense of pacing to the turning of pages, to the waxing of seals. Not today. The new pendulum was just annoying. \n\nBut Cyprien could not get rid of it. The luxurious machine had taken weeks to complete, and had been commisioned with the express purpose of serving as the centerpiece for Cyprien's study. Jeanne would've gotten rid of it. She never used a dress more than three times before tossing it away. But Cyprien wasn't like that. His father had taught him austerity, and now Cyprien struggled with living lavishly. He bought expensive food and clothes, but it pained him to let things go to waste. Money, wine, dresses... He felt like a knight wearing an aristocrat's mask.\n\nPerhaps that's why focusing on work cleared his mind. When it came to Northwind and Terrasol, there was no such thing as surplus: Sol needed more Iron, the north needed more food, he needed more men. Every ressource had to be placed where it was needed the most. As the power of John the Burgh waxed ever stronger, the threat of Northwind rising above raiders and petty warlords grew ever dire. \n\nHis fingers went to a letter on his left. An invitation for a tourament in the Southern Isles, by request of the Pirate King. An uncrowned monarch. _'He must've sent thousands of those'_, thought Cyprien. Clearly, he was trying to earn his rag-tag government some recognition by hosting events mimicking those of the mainland. Normally, a backwater such as the isles would be beneath him, but Cyprien was desperate. Sol wouldn't hear his requests for reinforcements, in spite of the severity of the northern threat. Although, maybe, something good could come out of all of this.\n\n\"Julien,\" Told Cyrien to his valet. \"Summon my daughter.\"\n\n\"Sure lord, I'll bring Jeanne right away.\"\n\n\"No. Not Jeanne. Bring Fleur.\""
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur De Lysse\nThe Grey Hills\n\nMuch of Fleur's time was spent in her room, fixated upon a new book or something else to keep her mind occupied; the small actions bringing the girl joy. She did this mostly because her mother did not like the young girl outside of the keep much, though it was often she managed to sneak out and back in without her mother's knowledge, despite the punishment that would occur if the older woman found out. Today was not one of those days, however. The girl was set at a painting easel; a new pass-time she had expressed interest in, as she did every so often. Frequently, Fleur would find something she liked, just to grow bored of it quickly and pick it up another time. Her room was littered with unfinished writings, letters that would never be sent, as well as books laid upon the floor opened to the page she had left off. Eventually, she would finish these books, though it took quite a while.\n\nThe girl's mind was pulled away from the painting as a quiet knock sounded from the door, and a voice had announced it's presence. She recognized the voice as her father's valet, and placed her brush down to be picked up again later, her head turning to the door. \n\n\"You may enter.\" Fleur called out politely, folding her hands upon her lap as her eyes shifted around the room, hoping her father was not with him to see the despair state of her room."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The valet made his way into her room, seemingly unphased by all the disorder.\n\n\"Lord Cyprien wishes to see you, lady. He awaits you in his study,\" He said. \"He wishes to see you alone.\"\n\nAs soon as he had entered, the valet dissapeared behind the door. His voice betrayed no emotion. There was no telling what Fleur could expect upon meeting her father. Then again, her father had never been too warm towards his children."
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur kept her eyes upon the man as he entered, nodding once at his request, before turning to place her paintbrush within a cup of water as to not dry. The girl stood, wiping the paint from her hands, glancing at herself in the mirror. Fleur looked good be in slight disarray, her dress wrinkled and hair a bit messy, but it did not differ from her usual look. Though she was a lady, she had grown quite used to her mother's scoldings.\n\nFleur was a bit nervous. Meeting with her father was always an interesting experience, and almost never good. Though, it was very rare, and Fleur did not know much of what was in store for her. She hadn't done anything extremely wrong as of late- to be honest, she's actually been quite good.\n\nSmoothing the wrinkles from her dress, she tucked a few pieces of silver hair behind her ear, heading down the hallway to her father's study.\n\nHer knuckles softly rapped on the door, announcing her presence before her hand rested on the handle, pushing the door open and stepping in quietly.\n\n\"You wanted to see me, father?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyprien de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\n\"Indeed.\" Cyprien welcomed his daughter without bothering to look away from the papers. \"Sit down.\"\n\nHe gestured towards a chair arranged in front of his desk. It was one of the chairs from small dining hall near the waterfall. It was meant for Fleur to feel at ease. In the prenatural way she seemed to be aware of the virtues and flaws of even the most insignificant things, she had once mentionned they were her favorite. It was a typical display of affection for Cyprian: caring in his own way, but never showing any outward emotion. Some people, like his son Bastien, never quite noticed the subtleties.\n\n\"It has been brought to my attention, that you have come to feel unhappy here at the Keep. Is that so, Fleur?\"\n\nShe was the only one of her siblings that Cyprien adressed by name. He still saw her as a child. As soon as she reached the age of her sister Jeanne, there was no doubt he would begin to refer her as 'daughter'."
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur glanced around the study. She hadn't been in it very often, and had always admired the sheer amount of books. She had her own collection that was quite expensive, but it would be that she most likely wouldn't read the majority of these books. Once in a while, her father allowed her to borrow one, but she always found her own more entertaining.\n\nDoing as she was told, the girl took a seat in the chair, taking a moment to admire it once again. The girl let her hand brush over the arm, leaning back in it, admiring the softness of the cushioning. It was at that moment she knew she was not here for something that had gotten her in trouble- if she was, her father would not have gone through placing this specific chair in his study.\n\nWhen the older man spoke, Fleur's eyes moved from the woodwork to her father, gracing him with a gentle smile. \n\n\"Not to be ungrateful, father, but it is true. I love the keep. However, sometimes being cooped up takes its toll.\" She admitted, honestly. Though she did not know what she was summoned for, his question threw her a bit off guard."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyprien de Lysse - the Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills.\n\n\"House affairs need me in the Southern Isles a few weeks from now,\" Said Cyprien. \"The... Ruler, of that place is organizing a tournament. Like the one we have here for Greenfest, but much bigger. I figured you could you use some of that tropical air, and come with me.\"\n\nHe paused\n\n\"Your mother might object to that... Of course, but I believe it's necessary for you to be away from the Keep a while. Even if only so the Marin nobility know you're real. Might be good for when you need someday need to find a suitor. You don't want to end like your cousin, do you?\"\n\nFleur's cousin, Lyra de Lysse, was infamous among the high society of the Grey Hills. Decades ago, she was suspected for the dissapearence of her twin sister Agnes, and roused up a scandal when she eloped with a young man from House Koern that her father had assigned as her bodyguard. Neither House de Lysse nor House Koern recognized their union, and since then, they have lived in exile somewhere north of the Ash Hills.\n\nFleur was familiar with the tale, but not because of gossip and hearsay, as Cyprien believed. She had learned the tale from her mother Selene, who used it as one of the many examples meant to show how the outside world was harsh and unforgiving."
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur De Lysse\nThe Grey Hills\n\n\"Really?\" The girl's eyes brightened, barely able to contain her excitement. Leaning forward in the chair she set upon, she managed to compose herself as he continued to speak. \n\nNodding softly at his question, a smile spread to her lips. It was going to be her first time away from the keep, let alone to the south? She heard it was beautiful there, from what she had read in her books. But her mother always would tell her how dangerous it is. \n\n\"Of course I don't, father. I would absolutely love to accompany you. I think it would be a fantastic experience and will be able to show mother how much I have grown as a lady.\" Fleur nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. As much as her mother liked to quip about it, Fleur quite kept up with her studies, and knew many of the mannerisms that were considered polite. Sometimes, she just did not do them out of spite. \n\nThe girl could barely keep her excitement hidden, but she would not break her composure in front of her father. The warm feeling in her chest made her feel like she was about to burst."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nBurgh\n\n Serene silence followed the sensational maneuver. Facing outwards from John, the soldiers stood in their hundreds, awaiting the calamity of war. Breaking the tranquility was the sound of a man in the woods, barking orders that John could not quite decipher. The Regency Army had long trained to apply the mixed formation and was now ready to risk everything to test its practicality. At the apex of each branch, the most reputed warriors in the Army bared arms. Even they could not hold down the look of restlessness that came upon their visage. Coupled with the bellowing commands, John heard the whinny of frightened horses about the woods caused by his arrow volley, no doubt. \"The Wolfmen were never mounted warriors...\" He whispered to himself in surprise. John waited to see how their Cavalry performed with great anticipation. \n\n Atop Solmyr, John did not look a merry sight. His face did not deliver an expression of excitement, nor of thirst for blood. Instead, his eyes fluttered warily across the battlefield at every detail, every blade of grass, and every rustling bush. Solmyr, in a sudden panicked jolt, reared up not a moment before the Wolfmen poured out from the green in their thousands. As they had in the last battle, they were preceded by the screeching and hollering emblematic of a northern barbarian army. Packed tightly in leather shields, it looked as if Tharn stole a page out of John's playbook. Indeed, the barbarians learned from their previous encounter that they must fight fire with fire to defeat the Regent. Upon seeing this, the auxiliary commander of the Cavalry shot John what appeared to be a relieved smirk. The horsemen knew that today would be their day and finally saw the chance to face other riding warriors on the field.\n\nUpon the first contact, the attackers bound the Northmen like a spring. Shields and swords collided, creating an ear-splitting reverberation. Holding back, John's forces dug heels into the dirt to maintain their position. \"Ease!\" John roared to his subordinate leaders, who reciprocated the command. The Army voluntarily gave ground, pushing the forces deeper into the center to their Lord. Sacrificing position for stability, John was ready to reveal the new tactic he and his generals had created. Once their position was solidified, cohort commanders began the attack. On the front lines, each soldier made an individual assault against the barbarian they were engaging before retreating to the back of the line. The next soldier assumed their place in line and continued the assault. As a result, each soldier had their moment to recover in their formation before repeating the process.\n\nDespite creating a death machine on the field, the Wolfmen never ceased to pour out of the surrounding forest. Casualties were in John's favor, but his troops continued to give ground. It was becoming increasingly difficult to sustain the formation after each Barbarian wave made its attack. Off to his right flank, an unplanned commotion had nearly startled the Lord off of his horse. Commander Dagmar made the bold decision to break formation unexpectedly, allowing around fifty barbarians into a sea of Northern soldiers. Horsemen took this opportunity to slaughter those still fighting with their pikes and retain the remaining prisoners. John had an excess number of restless barbarian captives behind his lines that eyed him with a deathly stare. Cavalrymen began to scream in anguish, pikes aimed at the Wolfmen they had in their custody. Their commander rode to a stunned John, begging for orders.\n\n\"My Lord, the Cavalry is overwhelmed. The barbarians have mounted warriors that are picking at our lines. We need to respond.\" He screamed over his shoulder.\n\n\"Damned Dagmar.\" John cursed, having been put into a moral dilemma. His eyes beamed to his soldiers switching about the battlefield like nimble cats, inching closer and closer to the center. \n\n\"*Kill them all.*\" The Regent said, rearing his steed to face the prisoners. Shocked, the commander gazed at John with an unsure expression. \"**DO IT NOW.**\" \n\nAnd with that, cavalrymen speared dozens of unarmed prisoners of war before returning to the battle. As if it were nothing, John returned to command. His archers, who had been made less purposeful by the shield walls, still had a purpose yet. If the horsemen could be incapacitated, it would leave room for a cavalry charge on the front lines, ultimately providing an opportunity to advance. Before the command to draw could be given, John saw his real reprieve.\n\nLevi, you magnificent bastard,\" John quietly muttered.\n\n Atop the hill, Levi's men stood at the ready exactly as John ordered. It was almost too good to be true. In a mad descent of soldiers, Burgh's area produced a blast of noise so loud that the whole Kingdom would hear. The Wolfmen were caught in the middle of an onslaught. John's soldiers, in a moment of newfound confidence, began to advance. He ordered the entire formation to expand and reclaim the battlefield."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nThe echoing wail of the battle horn roared down the valley and across the battlefield, momentarily startling both wolfman and soldier alike. There was a brief pause, where all the world seemed to stand still, while Tharn yanked on the reins, sending his horse reeling to face this new threat. \n\nAt this distance, he couldn't make out any faces, obviously, but he recognized the insignia and livery immediately. His heart sunk a little. All his planning... All his work... His one mistake had been not killing both Roryk and Levi when he had the chance. He let his own ego—that desire to fight Roryk another day— get in the way, and now he and his men were trapped between two armies.\n\nOut of the corner of his eye, he saw John's men slaughtering any captors they managed to get. Not many, but enough. Widdling away at an already comparatively small force. The act seemed to snap Tharn out of the momentary stupor, and all at once, the world was out of slow motion. \n\nAn ungodly roar echoed from his lips. \"Charge!\" He howled, spurring his horse up the hill towards Levi's army. Almost immediately, the wolfmen joined him, the entire force forsaking John's army and racing up the hill after their leader. One thing, they reacted much more swiftly than John's forces did, and that was perhaps what was most in their favor in this battle.\n\nYips and howls emanated from them; the sound of wolves on the hunt. It was enough to make the blood run cold."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n*It's cold.*\n\nThat was the only thought running through Levi's mind as Tharn turned to meet his men head on. As the two groups collided, the world seemed to freeze for Levi. He could see men dying almost before they died, and the trails of blood coming off of their blades creating showers of red that immediately coated the ground. A grin etched its way across Levi's face as he swung, his first kill coming quickly into the fight. It wasn't long before Levi fell into a repetitive motion of blocking and counter-attacking. He was keeping towards the middle of his men, preventing his own exhaustion from setting in just yet. \n\n—\n\nRoryk was a terror. He didn't seem to slow down, striking down anyone who came close. His massive sword shattered bones if it didn't immediately slice through the men standing in front of him. It wasn't long, however, before he locked eyes with the man he had come here to fight. \n\n\"*THARN!\"* He bellowed, kicking the man in front of him into another and impaling them both by grabbing a nearby spear and hurling it at them. He ran forward, intending to lock blades with the only target he had eyes for."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate\n\nAlas, after what seemed to be an unending age of boredom, monotony, and the ever-decreasing temperature, Cornelius had finally reached the Sun Gate. He sat up in the back of the cart he'd been brought in, and craned his neck which had since accumulated a great pain from sleeping on nothing but loose bits of straw and wood. He turned about in the wagon and reached for the last of his coin which would be handed over to the driver. The pale man exited the wagon and bid its owner farewell, watching him ride west before turning to face the Sun Gate. Cornelius had taken that straw he slept under for granted. At least it provided some semblance of warmth to his body. The tip of his note, his fingertips, and the tops of his ears reddened considerably in response to the cold. From his coat, he produced the letter by with which he'd been summoned and held it upwards to the men standing atop the gatehouse.\n\n\"I am Cornelius. I've been summoned by Lord Cyril de Lysse,\" He shouted between chattering teeth, \"You wouldn't be so kind as to point me in the right direction, would you?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nThe thunder of horses, the metallic *Shing* Of clashing blades, and the sickening cries of the dead and dying filled the air as the two armies met. Both sides were filled with blood lust; both had a score to settle. The sound was as thunderous as the sea, a wave crashing against a cliff. Which side was which? Only time would tell.\n\nTharn was right in the thick of it, having led the charge. Unlike men like John, he joined his men in the thick of battle and was always at the front, and for that, his men would fall him anywhere, even to death. It was in this where Levi, Roryk, and John were not so different.\n\nHis face flecked with blood and earth, his horse white with lather, and yellow eyes gleaming, Tharn turned wheeled his horse to face Roryk. His lips curled into a vicious, maniacal smile. This was what he had hoped for. This was the man he had hoped to fight. \n\nIn one swift move, he flung himself from the saddle of the horse, who galloped onward, rolled out of the fall, and landed on his feet, ready to face Roryk. Now on even ground, Tharn could face Roryk and have his final showdown. \n \nPlowing forwards through bodies, the two men barreled towards each other. Blood lust drove them onward, cutting down anyone that stood in their way."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Sun Gate warden.\nThe aforementioned gate\n\nOne of the guards, dressed in a striped white and burgundy uniform, came down the black stairs. He was wearing a bronzed gold-like morion and chestplate: a flashy choice that had no functionality beyond aesthetics. By contrast, his cape was made of furs and looked worn in comparaison. He was unusually well-equipped for a frontier guard, but nothing in the man told Cornelius he was an exemplary warrior. If anthing, he looked lazy and tired of his vigil.\n\n\"Lord Cyril is in the tower!\" Said the man as he pointed to the part of the runied wall that had been less afected by the passage of time. An immense watchtower stood proudly against the ice sky. \"That being said, if I were you, I'd search first for Lady Elaine: she's the one who really runs things around here!\"\n\nThe guard had to shout so Cornelius could hear him over the howling winds of winter. From the top of the black tower, he could spot a flickering orange light. His new employers awaited him."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nMinutes passed as the two sides clashed. Sweat mixed with blood and created a sea that flowed into the Earth. There was a subtle beauty in all of this violence. The bloodshed today would mark the birth of new vegetation around the area. As Levi pulled his sword out of a fresh corpse, he took a breath and looked around him. Men were tearing each other apart, using their fallen brothers' weapons to keep fighting. The screams of the dying were relentless, piercing the ears of everyone nearby. \n\n\n—\n\nRoryk grinned widely as the pair circled each other. He was excited. Someone who could match his strength was finally in front of him, and he was going to have fun. \n\n\"Where is your little pack now, oh *Mighty* Wolf?\" Roryk said as men backed away from the pair. Fighting slowed around them as they locked swords, sparks flying in the air. They pushed for a moment, before the force of their swings repelled them away. Every second they spent fighting woke something within Roryk, and his rage built as they swung."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nNorthwind\n\nTharn met him blow for blow, laughing at Roryk's attempt at an insult. So pitiful. So... Childish! Clearly, he couldn't see that Tharn's pack was all around him! They were his brothers, standing at his side, while holding off Levi's men so that Tharn could handle Roryk all on his own. \n\nThis was the most alive Tharn had felt in a long time! For the first time in a long time, he was against a man of his skill—of his strength! He actually had to exert himself to fend off Roryk! Yet Roryk's blows were wild and blinded by rage, whereas Tharn's were calculating, if still a bit... Unhinged."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\nLevi's men were slowly thinning Tharn's men. Some of John's soldiers had reached them and started fighting with Levi, recognizing Levi's men. \n\n\"Damn it all.\" Levi said, wiping the sweat off of his face. Dirt and sweat and blood covered his body, but he kept trudging through the muck, fighting to stay in control.\n\n—\n\nRoryk roared as Tharn forced him to reopen a wound across his back. He caught Tharn's sword as it sliced through the air, blocking it before nicking Tharn's bicep with a stab of his own. They both were covered in small cuts, the worst being a gash on Roryk's arm where Tharn's sword had slid down Roryk's. \n\nRoryk began to laugh. They were at a standstill, parrying each other relentlessly. Neither could get a solid hit on the other. At this point, the fight would truly come down to who had the most endurance. Roryk's muscles were starting to ache, but he grit his teeth together and focused even harder."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez \nNorthwind\n\nBirds flew around the field, attracted by the smell of dying men. Levi wiped his blade on the shirt of the man he had just killed, and wiped his brow. The sweat was beginning to sting his eyes, but he couldn't stay still for long. It was barely a moment before he had to intercept another blade, barely reacting in time. Time was no longer on his side. They had to win, and fast. \n\n—\n\nRoryk roared in anger as Tharn scored another hit. He was relentless, ever strike held purpose. Roryk was barely holding on at this point, but now it was either fight and die, or run. Roryk knew he couldn't run, and even if he did, he wouldn't make it far. He looked down at Tharn and scowled before remembering the young man who had flipped him the first and only time they had fought. The young man who had taught him how to fight in the first place\n\n\"*Strength isn't everything Roryk.*\"\n\nRoryk frowned, studying Tharn as he lunged for another attack. As he got close, Roryk used the last of his strength to bat the blade aside and score a strike of his own. He opened a long gash running across Tharn's chest, before Tharn quickly reacted with his own counter attack."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyprien de Lysse\nKeep Sempiternal, Grey Hills\n\nOnce Fleur closed the door, Cyprien remained alone with his toughts.\nHe still couldn't stand the sound of the pendulum.\n\n\"Julien,\" He ordered again. \"Summon my son.\"\n\nThis time there was no confusion. Anytime Cyprien said 'his son' he meant his heir Bastien. Whenever he wanted to specifically call Jean he did it by name, even if he didn't adress him by name later on.\n\n\"Will do, lord,\" Answered the valet. And turning on his heels, left Cyprien alone once more."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nKeep Sempiternal Stables, Grey Hills\n\nBastien used the currycomb to make his horse's coat shine. Though he had arrived back at The Keep an hour ago, he had stayed in the stable with Bear the entire time. He didn't know how to approach any of his family members. Sometimes he felt more comfortable with his horse than he did with the rest of his family.\n\n\"Don't give me that look,\" He muttered under his breath. Bear, his black stallion, gave him a rather unimpressed gaze as if reading his rider's thoughts. How did a horse manage to look so judgmental?\n\nBastien could see his reflection in Bear's dark, orb-like eyes. His snow-colored, almost iridescent hair was going every which way from an entire day of riding. Dark blue-violet eyes glared back at him. His black vest and riding pants were dirty, and a scowl was prevalent on his lips. Bastien thought that he looked, in short, irritated and disheveled.\n\nHis signature look, to be sure. The disheveled part was more recent addition from the past few weeks while he was away. Irritation had always been his go-to expression.\n\nSighing deeply, Bastien put aside the currycomb to rub Bear's neck with his hand. The horse closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle scratches as a gust of cold wind swirled his long black mane in the air. \n\nA servant walked into the stables, making both Bear and Bastien glance over.\n\n\"Lord de Lysse requests your presence at once, my lord,\" The servant said with a bow.\n\n*'At once?'* Bastien thought with a frown as his hand lowered from Bear's neck. \"Very well,\" He said as he left his horse, walking over to look down at the man before him. Bastien's lean body towered over the servant as he stared down at him. \"I'll go now.\"\n\n\"R-right,\" The servant stuttered as he endured Bastien's icy look for a few more moments before retreating in another direction.\n\nWhen the servant was out of sight, Bastien let out a sigh. Pushing back his thick hair with a hand as he gazed up at the bruised-colored sky, he went in the direction of where his father would be waiting."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nTharn let out a blood-curdling roar as Roryk's blade slid across his chest. If Roryk was going to strike, he should have killed him; now he was going to pay. \n\nLike a wounded bear, Roryk came forward with even more fury, seeking out the blood he shed tenfold. Nothing seemed to stop him after that wound. He kept coming, relentlessly attacking Roryk over and over again, casting each of Roryk's blows aside as if they were no more threat than a fly. Anybody that tried to stop Tharn and rescue Roryk, well... Several men fell while attempting to do so. \n\nHe picked up the pace, now advancing rapidly, leaving Roryk scrambling and stumbling backwards. Tharn's lips curled into a sneer, excitement and adrenaline coursing through his veins. So close to the kill!\n\nAs Roryk scrambled backwards, Tharn used the momentum against him, changing up the rhythm by suddenly sweeping his left leg beneath Roryk's legs and hooking them behind. That, combined with Roryk's already retreating motion, sent Roryk tumbling downward, and Tharn wasted no time, landing brutal left-hook to Roryk's face. \n\nDazed and disoriented, Roryk now posed little threat, and Tharn couldn't help but gloat one last time.\n\n\"Where's your friend Levi now?\" He mocked. \"He doesn't have your back. He has left you here to die like a dog.\" \n\nWith that, he brought his blade down, thrusting it through Roryk's chest. A choked, gurgling cry came from dying man, his body convulsing, as if his soul were fighting to stay on just a little longer. When the twitching finally stopped, Tharn placed his foot on Roryk's chest and removed the blade.\n\n\"I had hoped you'd prove to be more of a challenge,\" Tharn said with a disappointed sigh, then turned and was once more enveloped in the thick of battle. Now he sought out his true enemy: John."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Roryk Strongham \nNorthwind\n\n*Cold.*\n\nThat's all he could feel as the sharp sword pierced his chest, piercing his lung and scraping against his ribs. He could feel himself dying, but he had one last thing to say, but he couldn't force himself to open his mouth. He was drowning, his blood filling his lungs with every second . \n\n*He's.. Right there.* Roryk thought, meeting Levi's eyes as blood bubbled out of his mouth. He coughed, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. He felt the sword leave his body as his final thoughts floated through his mind. \n\n*I failed you. You were my best friend, and I failed you.*\n\nRoryk Strongham shuddered once more, and never moved again.\n\nLevi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n*No.*\n\n*No.*\n\n*No.* \n\n\"NO!\" Levi yelled, watching helplessly as Roryk fell. He could feel the world spinning quickly as he met eyes with the only man who had ever truly understood Levi. He watched his best friend die, as helpless as the day Aleqar had died. \n\n*I failed him too.*\n\nThe memories of Roryk flashed through his mind as he fought the man who got in his way. All he could see was Roryk's smile as he stared at Roryk's lifeless body. The man who had taken Levi and pulled him out of the dark pit of insanity that had driven his life for years. The kind soul that always had everyone else's best interests at heart now lay dying at Tharn's feet, but no one cared. Roryk would be another body in the stupid war. \n\n\"No!\" Levi yelled. He couldn't let that happen. Everyone would remember Roryk as the hero he was! Levi gained the upper hand, overcoming the man with one quick thrust. \n\nLevi let loose a blood curdling cry as he withdrew his blade from the wolfman, every fiber of his being filling with hate. \n\n*DIE!*\n\nHe yelled as he ran towards Tharn, pure adrenaline and instinct guiding his movements. His vision darkened as he ran, focusing on one point and not leaving. He couldn't even feel his legs, but he pushed forward, before drawing his sword and striking at Tharn with everything he had within him. \n\n\"DAMN YOU!\" He screamed as he attacked, swinging with all of the force he could muster within him."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nTharn was like a hound dog on the trail, with a singular focus for all the energy buzzing through his body. All he could think of was finding and killing John de Burgh. His whole being was consumed by it. \n\nAnd then he saw him, across the battlefield behind a wall of men. It filled Tharn with even more rage and disgust. A cowardly, frail old man. How dare he try to claim Northwind for himself! Tunnel vision set in, and Tharn moved like a man on a mission, almost completely forgetting about Roryk. He barreled forward, plunging like a wild horse, bucking anyone that stood in his way. Bodies flew in the air and heads rolled as he plowed towards John.\n\nAnd then... A sharp pain snapped him out of his mission. With a roar, he whirled to face this attacker, only to find Levi standing in his way. Contempt and disgust roared through him, along with, somewhere deep down, the slightest feeling of regret. He should have killed him when he had the chance.\n\n\"You!\" He snarled, his ire greater than ever over being thwarted from his mission. His yellow eyes narrowed, that singular focus now honing in on Levi. He attacked with a calculated frenzy, driving in Levi much like he had Roryk. He would not make the same mistake this time. He would not allow Levi to live even a moment longer! \n\nThe two exchanged powerful, furious blows, swords clashing repeatedly. And then... The distinct *Shing* Sound of a sword ripped from one's hand by an expert blow. Levi was disarmed, left virtually helpless against a hulking behemoth such as Tharn. \n\nAs quickly as Levi was disarmed, Tharn reached out with his free hand and wrapped it around Levi's throat, gripping with bone-crushing strength and lifting Levi into the air so that his feet dangled uselessly. \n\n\"And now,\" He snarled, \"I will finish what I began before! I will not allow you, nor anyone else, to stand in my way!\" \n\nHe drew back his sword, ready to thrust it into Levi and bleed him out like a slaughtered animal."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi's arm burned with every swing, but the image of Roryk's face burned alive in his memory, keeping his arm up and the sword in his hand. However, as Tharn knocked his sword away and gripped Levi's throat, Levi couldn't help but feel like he had failed again. He couldn't keep his friend alive, nor could he avenge them. As he struggled, the darkness creeped into his vision. Everything began to have a red tinge, and he slowly began feeling himself losing consciousness. \n\n*A soft hand caressed his face. He looked up, expecting Tharn's demonic eyes to match his but instead his eyes met with eyes as blue as the sky. \n\n\"It's not time yet.\" Two voices rang out, clear as day.* Levi faltered, clinging to Tharn's hand trying to pry it away. Tharn only laughed, before drawing his blade up to stab Levi. Levi's fingers trembled, almost dropping the very thing that could keep him alive. Just as Tharn was about to end his life, Levi drove the dagger into Tharn's side, kicking it deeper with his feet. Tharn released him, and Levi fell to the ground coughing. \n\n\"Fu... Ck.\" He said, before reclaiming his sword and facing Tharn again."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nA deep, booming bellow escaped Tharn as the blade plunged deep into Tharn's side, sending waves of fiery pain through his torso. The cold steel blade burned like fire, and Tharn stumbled backwards, gripping at his side and placing pressure in the wound. \n\nHe faltered, falling to the ground on his knees, paining roaring through his body. He panted heavily, his face contorting with agony and sweat dripping down his forehead. Yet he couldn't give up... He had to save Northwind. He had to kill John. And to do that...\n\nHe lifted his gaze, his golden eyes locking on Levi. It was just another momentary setback. Once he dealt with Levi, then he could go after John. \n\nGritting his teeth, he removed the blade from his side. Not a fatal wound, really. With the blade out, Tharn rose, once more towering over Levi, and started forward. Determination set in, his face going cold and blank."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nThe utter indifference towards life in Tharn's eyes struck a chord in Levi. Levi knew he wasn't Tharn's target, but Levi was going to be the one to end this, one way for another. He might not have gotten revenge for Aleqar, but he would be there for Roryk. Even if it cost him his life. \n\nTheir swords danced in the sunlight; the light reflecting off of the blades glimmered as they swung. It wasn't an even fight, but Levi's speed and utter determination was keeping him alive. For every cut Tharn inflicted, another one of his men died in battle. Levi swore as a large cut opened on his forearm. \n\nHis breathing started to labor. His arm was burning, but he was not going to let Tharn win. A jab to the face knocked Levi backwards, and as Tharn swung downwards for the killing blow, but Levi quickly rolled to the right and picked up his blade again. His right eye was almost swollen shut, but he held his blade back in the air. As shitty as Levi looked, Tharn looked worse. \n\nBut he wouldn't admit defeat just yet."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nAnd neither would Tharn. \n\nWhere his armor didn't protect him, his clothes hung in tatters, drenched in blood and sweat. Although Tharn certainly looked awful, the other men he had met in battle, well, they weren't exactly still breathing. And his hulking form, pumped full of adrenaline, continued forward against all odds. The only serious wound he bore was the one in his abdomen, inflicted by Levi.\n\nTharn scooped up a flail from a fallen soldier. Now armed with two weapons, he advanced forward once again. Like a torrential downpour, blow after blow rained down on Levi. He struck everywhere; anywhere that looked the last bit vulnerable was fair game. And he never let up.\n\nLevi pivoted to block a blow, leaving the leg that Tharn had brutalized before wide open. And Tharn saw his chance. Unaware of the healing that Levi had gone through, Tharn perceived this as the weakest point. With all his might, he swung the fail, driving the spikes into Levi's upper thigh."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n*Block.*\n\nHe had convinced himself that's all he had to do. Wait until he had an opening, and finish this man once and for all. But it was Levi who had opened first. \n\nThe initial pain almost overtook his senses, causing him to pass out, but he didn't. Suddenly, he felt the nub on his finger pulse, and the scarred rune on his leg burned white-hot but the more it burned, the less his leg hurt where Tharn had struck him. The blood from the holes in his flesh had dripped over the seal, reactivating the magic the man had cast. As Levi felt his bones crack back into place, he looked up at Tharn, and Tharn's initial shock at what happened gave Levi all of the time he needed to strike at the only opening he had, Tharn's sword arm. With one move he slashed at Tharn's arm and sliced open a gash that knocked Tharn's sword to the ground. \n\nAs Levi struck, Tharn brought the flail around again, but Levi was ready. He brought his sword up and allowed the chain to rip it out of his hands, and kicked Tharn hard enough to make him stumble. Levi slid, grabbing the dagger and rushed Tharn, cutting another gash along his side before backing off, searching the ground for another sword but found nothing. \n\n\"Fuck.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nTharn was so startled by Levi's, well, magical recovery that he lost his rhythm, and for that, he suffered. Blood gushed from the wide-open wound, the muscle partially filleted from the bone. It was now all but useless, and although Tharn still swung the flail at Levi, the whole ordeal had slowed him down considerably.\n\n*I'm wasting precious time*\n\nThe thought hit Tharn out of nowhere, and the realization itself was a sobering one. All around him, his countrymen were dead and dying. Their numbers had thinned considerably, and while they would continue to fight for as long as Tharn did, it was clearly a losing battle. The only way this would end would be...\n\n*Cut off the head of the snake*\n\nHis eyes locked on John, once more zeroing in on his real target. While Levi was searching the ground for a weapon, Tharn disappeared into the fray, barreling towards John at a run. Bodies flew in his wake, but he spent little time on anyone. All he had eyes for was John."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nHis cold fingers couldn't find anything. As he looked up, he watched Tharn barrel away from him. Levi stood up, slowly turning to race after him. \n\n\"COWARD!\" He screamed as he chased Tharn, barely maintaining his balance between all of the dead bodies and blood that now caked the ground. Tharn's men were all but dead, and the few that remained turned to watch as their bloodied leader raced across the battlefield. Men tried to stop Tharn, but he just broke through them. \n\nLevi stepped over another body, but he wasn't catching up to Tharn. His bow was broken, so he couldn't fire an arrow. Levi knew even if he had his bow he wouldn't fire for fear of hurting one of his men. \n\n\"Damn.\" He said between breaths, chasing the man. He finally realized what Tharn's target was as they reached the outskirts of the battlefield, and as Tharn reached his target, Levi flipped the dagger in his hand and carefully aimed as they ran. \n\n\"Die you son of a bitch.\" He said, before throwing the dagger."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyprien de Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\nBastien knocked at the door. He knew it was Bastien because he knocked exactly four times.\nHe didn't say anything, Bastien knew he was waiting for him. He didn't need permission to enter. The knocking was just courtesy.\n\n\"Come here son. Sit,\" Said the lord as he gestured towards the chair. He couldn't help but notice how Bastien recognized it.\n\nHe had to make an effort not to look him in the eye just yet. He waited until the young man was in place that Cyprien turned his gaze towards him.\n\n\"I have summoned you here because a choice presents itself before you and me, and I want you to make that choice,\" He said. The lord pressed the fingertips of his hands against each other. \"Last year, you insisted that I allow you to attend a jousting tournament in the Isles. I said no. The isles are a backwater, and we had no buisness there... Until now. War rages in the north, the scouts from House Koern claim De Burgh is going to win. Not today. Not tomorrow. But someday. War is inevitable.\nSo, I have decided to attend the Isles. Quuen Charity Lane is absent from Sol, and her senechals have been ignoring my requests for reinforcements.\nThis means that you, my son, could attend the tournament. However...\n\nThis visit to the isles, is, and will remain, a diplomatic mission. Fleur will accompany me, so a large retinue will follow us.\n\nYou could attend the tournament. Or you could stay behind. Travel to Sol and get our troops. An army of Ibbish mercenaries will march trough the Grey Hills as well. It is important that they're given free transport to the Witherlands so they do not fall into the hands of De Burgh.\n\nThat is your choice. To attend the tournament, or to safeguard home while I'm away. I must say, that I would prefer if you stay, but I will not blame you for chosing to go.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\nBastien's posture stayed rigid during his father's entire speech, but internally he felt his heart slowly deflate. Of course this would happen. The tournament was something that Bastien has always wanted to attend. And now that it was finally possible, there was something to prevent him from going.\n\n\"I see,\" He said after a few moments of silence as he gazed evenly at his father. '*He looks tired,'* Bastien thought as he saw his father's expression. Though his frigid appearance stayed unaltered, he felt a wave of pity.\n\nThough he knew how much distaste the other family members in the Keep felt towards him. Especially his- *Aunt.* But he could not just desert them, or his home, in good conscious. He needed to be a leader. A protector.\n\nNot a selfish coward.\n\n\"Then I leave for Sol in the morning,\" He replied cooly as he stood up. He glanced at a window. It was already dark outside. Otherwise, he would have already be preparing to make leave.\n\nHe shared a brief empathetic look with his father as another bout of pity came over him. Then his cold shield of an expression returned. He walked over and opened the door, gave his father one last nod, and then closed the door behind him. \n\n*'What do I do now?'* He asked himself as he stared at the door. He turned and began walking to another part of the building purposefully. \n\n*'Fleur. I want to see her before I leave.'*"
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nBurgh\n\n During the whole of a darkening sky, the plentiful soldiers cast shadows surrounding their Lord. John found himself amidst a moving field of darkness, appearing a silhouette of the man he was rumored to be. His men shielded the truth of his stature among a sea of their imposing bodies. The cavalry led the charge up the hill, brandishing their swords and clasping their helms. A pervasive feeling of doom had ensnared John as he gazed upon the bleak entropic domain to which he had laid his claim. For a moment, John reflected on a different arrangement of the scene's particulars. Each swipe of a blade was an unsteady hand stroking an abject brush on John's easel. The canvas was ugly, convoluted, and worst of all, depicted no clear image. John was a better painter than this, surely. In his visage, a sense of disgust emerged at his lack of taste. It was time for him to seize his brush and reclaim control over his masterpiece.\n\nUp the hill, Levi's men had not failed to earn John's admiration. John studied the field for any sign of Tharn or Levi but could not make out the details of any face. All of them seemed so similar to him - pallor and chipped by frost, but nonetheless consumed with hatred for the enemy. Returning the courtesy, a wave of horsemen emerged over the hill like a tidal wave, preceding John. The cavalry commander rode forward, driving a pike through a Wolfman's spine, engaging one of Levi's soldiers in combat. Banners rose over the steep horizon, signaling John's arrival. Tharn had been most wise to abandon his fight with John and pursue the smaller foe. Perhaps the barbarian King had even thought to regroup in the wilderness before re-engaging. Too often had weak-willed warlords failed to pursue a broken enemy, and John would not make that mistake. This conflict must end decisively. \n\n \"Break formation!\" John commanded, ordering his troops to disperse and destroy the remaining Wolfmen. What remained with him was his unit of personal guards, cavalry auxiliaries, and some of his most trusted commanders. The battle, and the war, was nearly won. Upon this hill, John De Burgh's reign would begin, and the onset of a new and glorious state would be reborn from the Empire of old. A malevolent grin broke over John's stained face, but it was short-lived. Beside him, a slight rumble of clashing shields had erupted into a tremor of disturbing magnitude. His gaze shot to the left, where a dozen of his soldiers had been piled onto the ground. Solymr reared in shock, neighing as his mount had suddenly been sent flying off his back. The force of the attack alone was nearly enough to kill John, and he had not even seen his attacker's face before he knew exactly what occurred."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nFlail in hand, Tharn ripped across the battlefield like an animal. Anyone that stood in his way was thrown aside, adrenaline allowing him to toss men into the air like rag dolls. He did not, however, waste any time on actually engaging them. Instead, it was mostly evasive or, at most, defense to incapacitate just long enough for him to advance forward. He had eyes only for one man.\n\nHe seemed to pick up speed with every blow, roaring mightily as he ran faster and faster, barreling towards John like a freight train. And with a sea of men in his wake, getting a good shot at him, particularly in all the confusion, was virtually impossible. \n\nNow more like a lion than a wolf, Tharn leapt past the plunging, frightened Solymr. The crazed man sent both John's mount and the other horses into even more of a fuss, and horses reared and plunged around both him and John, hooves coming dangerously close to making contact with their bodies. \n\nIn mere moments after John's fall, Tharn pounced, swinging the flail with an absolutely inhuman amount of force. He was, however, somewhat unskilled with it, and in the confusion and in John's haste away from him, the flail came down in a glancing blow, rather than making direct contact. Nevertheless, it certainly did damage, the spikes slicing down the left side of John's face, ripping open tender flesh and plunging into his eye.\n\nThe scream that followed filled Tharn with renewed energy, and he advanced again, blows raining down mercilessly. He was unaware of anything else going on around him now. There was no one else to worry about. No one else to consider. No one else to fight. He knew he would die here, but it would be worth it if he could take John with him, and in doing so, free Northwind.\n\nAnd then... The blade plunged into his back. He roared, lurching forward, agonizing pain ripping through his body. The blow knocked him forward on top of John, pinning the old man to the ground beneath someone who was at least three times his size. \n\nTharn struggled, gasping and fighting, blood pouring into his lungs. Not much time left...\n\nWith shaking hands and a face that was quickly draining in color, Tharn's hands snaked forward, grappling at John's neck. He could break it..."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi's dagger found its mark. He watched as Tharn savagely ripped John's face open, and falling on him as Levi's dagger buried itself in his back. Levi ran forward, crossing the distance between them as fast as he could. \n\n\"D... Die.\" Tharn muttered, reaching his hands forward around John's neck. Levi's face twitched, before kicking Tharn over. \n\n\"Look. At. Me.\" Levi said, as Tharn started breathing his last breaths. Levi took the flail Tharn had dropped, and looked down at Tharn. \n\n\"This is better than you deserve.\" Levi said, before bringing the flail downwards. He swung again, again, and again, blood splattering left and right. One final swing cracked Tharn's skull, and Levi fell to his knees over the body.\n\n\"Roryk, wherever you are, this was for you.\" He said softly, before looking over at John. \n\n\"Oh fuck.\" He said, standing up and walking over. \n\n\"You alive, old man?\" Levi asked, checking his pulse."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate\n\nHe nodded to the guardsman who he honestly felt bad for, having been very cold since coming up here. He wondered for a moment why the *He assumed* Younger brother would request him instead of the sister, but he was in no place to question it given his lack of employment at this period in time. While he was here, however, he would do as best he could to learn about the people he'd be engaging with.\n\n\"Would it be rude of me to ask about Lord Cyril and Lady Elaine? I was hoping that I might get some inkling of information before I meet them in person. You said Lady Elaine runs this garrison? Do you have an idea as to why Lord Cyril might request me to be here?\"\n\nHe didn't have an understanding of the House de Lysse and was eager to learn what he could in the short span of time he had before he met whoever may be his future employer."
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur De Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\nBy the soft creak of the door and the light footsteps behind her, Fleur knew that her brother entered the room. It had become a custom that he didn't knock when the door was already open, as it was many days, as if waiting for him to make a surprise visit back from one of his trips. Fleur had always tried to stay attentive to days when he was going to be back, but most days muddled together for her. \n\nSetting down the paintbrush lightly, Fleur turned upon the milkmaid stool she was sat upon- she had took it from the barn herself, much to her mother's unknowing. It amused Fleur when she spoke to Cyril about the milkmaid's missing a stool.\n\nThe girl gave her brother a big smile, growing into a grin at the sight of the book in his hand. Standing from her place on the short stool, Fleur took the book from his hand to set it upon the desk, before pulling her brother into her arms to be wrapped in a familiar hug. Fleur didn't do it often- she knew if her mother walked past the door she would be reprimanded. It was saved for the particularly long trips where Bastien was away. \n\n\"I missed you.\" Fleur mumbled into his shoulder, before pulling away to look up at the taller boy. \n\n\"You're leaving again-\" Fleur sighed, moving to take a seat on the edge of her bed. She could see the expression upon his face- though he tried to hide it, Fleur knew him much better than that.\n\n\"Where are you going?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "House de Lysse guards\nThe Sun Gate\n\n\"I'm afraid I have no idea. I'd be better if lord Cyril explains it to you. Follow me.\"\n\nThe guard escorted Cornelius to the base of the black tower and opened the wooden door for him. As he was about to close it, he remembered something:\n\n\"Forgive me for asking, but what exactly were you hired for? The lord never expressed desire to hire someone from Sol. In fact, he is quite distrusteful of people outside of his family.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate\n\n\"I'm afraid that's a question we both have,\" He said, pausing for a moment shortly thereafter. \"Thank you. I wish you good luck.\"\n\nCornelius closed the door himself, ensuring that no more questions regarding what he did and/or does did not arise from the curious guardsman. He let out a sigh of relief, finally being in a place that was relatively warm, or at least warmer than the outside. His feet carried him to the office where he'd find Lord Cyril, and he knocked upon the door.\n\n\"I received a summons, Lord de Lysse. May I enter?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyril de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\nA voice came from the other side of the door.\n\n\"You may,\" It said.\n\nThe room was austere, but the few decorations were extremely lavish. A man was sitting on his desk, not working ,but reading. For a moment, Cornelius. Somethibg about his demeanor was off... Unbefiting of a lord even. He was pleghmatic enough, sure, but his presence didn't carry the same aura of power as others, such as his former lady for instance.\nStanding before Cyril de Lysse, Cornelius felt more in company of an aristocrat than a governor."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Tharn Skorn\nBurgh\n\nHe gazed up at Levi, his eyes barely able to focus on him. Try as he might to carry on the fight, even a man as great as Tharn had physical limitations. He was, after all, a mere mortal. His breathing was ragged and choked with blood; as pitiful as he looked, it really wasn't much of a victory for Levi. \n\nThe blows rained down on Tharn's skull, and long before Levi had finished thrashing, Tharn was gone, his skull smashed open like a watermelon. One yellow eye remained, wide open and staring up at the sky, dim and lifeless. \n\nWith their leader fallen, the wolfmen offered no further resistance. It was as if they could sense their leader's passing, even without all of them being able to see him. With the final blow, the wolfmen disengaged and retreated, vanishing into the woods like ghosts. \n\n***\nNestled safely in the hills of Northwind, far from the reaches of Burgh and Iron Gate, a small encampment laid. The men had returned from war, far fewer in number and without their leader. \n\nAs the news spread through the encampment, a great, mournful cry went up. Eerie, sorrowful howls echoed through the forest, rolling over the hills, signaling the death of their leader and the end of an era. The wolfmen no longer howled together as one, but as individuals, each mourning their great leader in their own way.\n\nIn one of the largest tents, a young woman wept over an infant child, her sobs occasionally permeated by wails of grief, a mixture of human and animal cry. She moved in a fog, wrapping the screaming, wailing child in thick furs. Her grief was so great that she couldn't even begin to comfort her child, whose wails joined those of all around them. \n\nSlowly, she put on her great fur coat, then placed the baby into the pouch sewn into the back, which held him close against her back. Gathering their few belongings, she and the child joined the others, both in the grieving process and in movement. \n\nFrom beneath the coat, all that was visible were the infant's yellow eyes. Filled with tears, they gazed out at the encampment from beneath a mop of thick black hair, which covered most of the child's body. \n\nHeads low and with labored steps, they moved through the forest, leaving not a trace in their wake. It was as if the encampment never existed."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\nBastien felt a strong surge of warmth blossom from his heart as he wrapped Fleur's small frame closer to him. He cherished her hugs. Even though he knew it was improper to show such great affection so openly, with Fleur he would gladly take the risks.\n\nHe finally released her, afraid he was smothering her slightly, and listened to her question of his leaving as she stepped off her stool and went over to her bed. He sighed, giving her a small smile. Fleur seemed to be able to read his thoughts more than he would like to admit.\n\n\"Yes,\" He said as he walked over to her. \"But not for long. I am going to Sol for a few days, and then I will return.\" He ruffled her hair gently. \"I will bring you back a special present,\" He added, as she looked particularly sad. He was not immune to his younger sister's puppy-dog eyes. \"You will like it, I promise.\"\n\nThough, at the time, he had no idea what that present would be.\n\n***\n\nBastien stood outside of Lady Kolgrim's room, leaning his back against the stone wall with his arms crossed as he drummed his fingers against his arms. It was morning, bright and early, and he was waiting to escort Lady Kolgrim to Fleur's room. He wanted to introduce the two as soon as possible to get them acquainted. Preferably before Selene found out about his plan.\n\n*'Even if she does, there is nothing she can do about it,'* He thought as he watched a servant walk by. *'Besides Father, I'm the one with the most power in this house.'*\n\nHe glanced down at his shoes, tapping his foot impatiently. Since he was back home and not doing business in Sol, he was wearing less formal and more comfortable clothes. A loose, white linen drawstring shirt, brown pants, and his lace-up black riding boots: his go-to outfit of choice when he was not busy.\n\nHis tapping ceased and he straightened up, turning his head as he heard the door to Lady Calypso's room finally open."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\n\nCalypso had woke up that morning in a bed she didn't recognize, the room around her was different, and the confusion of the first wake threw her in a momentary worry. But it didn't last as the memories from yesterday came back to her mind. She wasn't at Sol anymore, the view outside her window completely different. \nThe young lady took a moment to collect herself before getting out of bed.\n\nThe plan had worked. Yesterday she and Lord Bastien had the opportunity to talk without fear of being heard from indiscrete ears. Lord De Lysse informed her of the .... \"Strict\" Attitude of his aunt, from his words the woman seemed some extreme evil that needed to be stopped. He talked about the castle and where she was permitted to go and where she better stray from. Calypso also managed to make him talk about his sister, it was clear he was very fond of her. In her heart she hoped that the two of them would go along, It would have been a nuisance if they had gone through all that trouble only for Fleur to reject her.\n\nWhile getting ready she thought about what to say and how to act around the girl, despite Bastien encouraging her to be more natural. Maybe she could allow herself to be a bit more friendly with the young lady, wondered her as she slipped on her white dress, the large bell sleeves waving with each movement. Over it, she put an overdress with a laced front witch helped bring out the shape of her body. The overdress was a dark blue but overall her attire was far from her mourning clothes but still, she managed to look elegant even in that simpler outfit.\n\nHer dark hair let mostly loose and some light jewelry to go with. She looks at herself in the mirror. She seemed more youthful and simple but her stance betrayed her, looking poised as always. Satisfied she stepped out of her room, but when she opened the door Calypso was immediately welcomed by the stiff figure of her employee. But he looked different, more relaxed in what looked to be his house clothes. Despite not being as elegant as the tailored pieces she had met him in, they looked far more natural on him. \n\"Oh, Good morning your grace.\" Said her dry bowing slightly, lifting slightly her skirt, \"Are we off to meet her grace your sister?\" Asked her even though she already knew the answer."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of Gray Hills.\n\n*Why does she ask questions she already knows the answer to?*\n\nBastien pushed himself off the wall to stand over Lady Kolgrim. \"Hmm? No,\" He said with a faint smile. \"I stood here for fifteen minutes simply to wish you a good morning.\" \n\nHe cleared his throat as his smile disappeared, remembering that he was trying to be more professional. His father would never make such playful remarks to servants. Though Calypso's position was higher than a mere servant, he was still her employer. \"Fleur should be awake by now,\" He said as he glanced at her attire. She, like him, was wearing more casual clothes. She looked younger, almost softer in the simple garment. He had not seen her dressed like this before, but he thought it looked nice.\n\nHe began to lead her away from her room, making sure to lock her door. He gave her this particular room because there were only two keys that opened it: the one in his hand, and the one he had given Calypso. \"I will lead you to her room and stay for a few minutes for you two to get acquainted while I am still present,\" He explained to her quietly. \"My being there should help things go along more smoothly, if there is any problem.\"\n\nGlancing at the young woman beside him, Bastien could pick up on the fact that she was feeling slightly nervous about meeting Fleur. She wanted Fleur to like her. \"Do not worry,\" Bastien said as he looked forward, his face neutral. \"I'm sure she will love you. Just act naturally. And I'm pretty sure she would prefer it if you called her by her name instead of 'your grace' or other titles.\" He glanced at her. \"Which I would prefer as well.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\n\nCalypso couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping her lips at Lord Bastien's joke, but she quickly recomposes herself, bringing a hand to delicately cover her mouth, forcing her smile to disappear and to not answer to his quip. No big deal, the joke caught her off guard and it was only polite of her to laugh, nothing unusual. But she was working for him right now and she had to treat him with the utmost respect.\n\nThe lady took a mental note of the fact that he owned the key to her room, so maybe it would be good to think about some way to prevent unwanted visits, although, she thought stealing a glance at the man walking beside her, he didn't seem the time to take advantage of something like this. But better keep eyes open.\n\nCalypso listened carefully as the De Lysse spoke walking side by side, her hands folded in front of her, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Calypso grew up in the capital, she had the opportunity to be presented to society and socialize with her peers, but it was never really her. The perfect, humble, well mannered, and elegant Calypso was just a mast of what people expected from her. All her life she had been molding herself to fit other's expectations of her. The only one who had seen the real her was her father, and now he wasn't there anymore. She wasn't at Sol, where she knew everyone and everything of them. And it was being asked her of being genuine. \"Yes, your presence will probably help a lot.\" Agreed her. \"To avoid any general awkwardness.\" Quickly added her not wanting him to think that it would be of help to her... Although it was true.\n\nLord Bastien's words pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked up at him mouth slightly agape. \"Well...\" That was a request she surely didn't expect. \"It goes against everything I have been tough about proper etiquette... But I can try since is your grace- I mean .\" She cursed herself for stuttering \" Since is you, asking it.\" The only people Calypso had referred to with their first names were servants, and it felt unnatural to think she could take such liberties with people of their social status. \"Thank you for informing me... Lord Bastien.\" *Changes must be made!* The voice of her father laughed in her head and she felt the need to cuss him off. \n\nIt didn't take long for them to arrive in front of Lady Fleur's room. Her face remained unchallenged but she drew in a deep breath."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal\n\nBastien listened as Lady Kolgrim stuttered from his request before ultimately agreeing. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw a side of her that he had not yet seen. All because he simply asked her to address him by his first name. *'That's sort of cute.'*\n\n\"That's a start,\" He told her as they outside of Fleur's room, still keeping his slight smile as he locked eyes with her. *\"Lady Ca~lyp~so.\"* He drew out her name a bit longer than necessary with his husky voice, feeling out how each syllable felt in his mouth. He was curious if saying her name would make her equally flustered as when she tried to say his.\n\nHe glanced away from her to knock four times on Fleur's dark oaken door before waiting to hear his little sister's voice on the other side."
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur De Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\nFleur had been awake for a while, as she was often up quite early due to her nightmares. The girl slept little, resulting in slight bags under her eyes. She learned quite young how to hide them with a little bit of powder, but some days were worse than others. Fleur had struggled to sleep much the night before, though she tried not to let it get to her. She was used to it at this point. \n\nThe girl peeked out from under her covers as there was a knock at her door, wondering whom it would be at this time in the morning. Often, her parents and siblings did not come to bother her, and sent a servant as well. However, a servant would announce themselves at the knock, but this one was four distinct thuds. Which typically meant one person: Bastien.\n\nFleur had heard that her brother was supposed to arrive back at the keep the night before, though often travel times had gotten skewed and he arrived a couple days late, so Fleur was quite surprised when his knock came at her door. \n\n\"Bastien, is that you? Come in.\" Fleur called, rubbing her tired eyes with her hands. Maybe she would tell mother she wasn't feeling well and stay in bed all day- though she knew that would cause call for a doctor and Fleur didn't much like them.\n\nOf course, Fleur had not expected anyone else to arrive with Bastien, so she had not bothered to change from her night gown. Fleur knew it did not matter much- she was still classified as a child and it was less improper for others to see a child in their night clothes."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\nCalypso shoots a fiery glance at Bastien as he unnecessarily dragged her name in a way that, despite digging her fingernails in her palm, brought up to her cheek a healthy shade of pink. To make everything worsts the word was accompanied by a smug smile not too different from the one he had last time they met at her house, but instead of getting mad something inside her forced her to lower her gaze. She opened her mouth to protest but before she could say anything Bastien was already knocking on the door and a young girl's voice invited them inside. So much for professionalism.\n\nBefore Bastien opened the door Calypso quickly fixed her posture and smoothed out the frown on her face substituted by a delicate smile. She will come back at him for his behavior in another moment, now she had other things to worry about.\n\nAs the heavy door swung open gently, the figure of a young girl appeared before her eyes. Her hair was a pure white and her lilac eyes shined in the first light of the morning. She also noticed that she was still wearing her nightgown and despite being a woman herself, Calypso quickly lowered her gaze out of respect, turning her head slightly to the side.\n\n\"Pardon the intrusion, my lady.\" Said her automatically, years of strictly taught good manners are hard to get out. Her eyes were fixed now on the tip of Bastian shoes waiting for the two to decide how to behave in that situation. At least her cheek had stopped blushing."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal\n\nBastien attempted to conceal his smile as he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Lady Calypso's cheeks flush. *'How interesting,'* He thought to himself as he listened to Fleur's voice telling them to come in. *'The young woman that was so poised and sure of herself blushes at the sound of her name.'*\n\nBastien opened the door to see Fleur sitting in her bed in a nightgown. His little sister looked extremely tired, though she tried to hide it with a confused, polite smile. Bastien felt his own smile instantly vanish as concern for Fleur overtook him. He made sure that Lady Calypso was in the room before quietly shutting the door, then turning to his sister\n\n\"Are you alright?\" He asked as he went over to her bedside, crouching down so that they were eye-level to one another. He reached out to place a hand on her forehead, pushing back some strands of long silver hair that were stuck to her face as he felt her temperature. \"Hmm. You feel normal.\" He wrapped his arms around her slight frame and pulled her into a gentle hug. \"Nightmares?\" He asked in a whisper, already knowing the answer. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\nHe glanced back and saw Lady Calypso standing there uncertainly. \"Ah,\" He said, remembering what the purpose was of this meeting. He knew he should feel slightly ashamed with how openly he had displayed affection in front of Lady Calypso, but he didn't. \"Do you remember when I told you I was going to bring you a special present?\" He asked as he tucked a lock of hair behind his sister's ear. He leaned back to let Fleur get a clear look at the woman behind him. \"Here is your present. Since you are sixteen now, I decided that you should be given a lady-in-waiting. This is Lady Calypso, a daughter of a knight who had served us faithfully. She is to be your faithful friend and assistant.\""
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur De Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills\n\nFleur couldn't help the soft smile that fell over her lips each time she saw her older brother come home from a trip, the sight of him providing a warm feeling in her chest. It was one of her favorite feelings, and she hated when it would go away for weeks as he did. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion at the sight of the unfamiliar lady, however, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she grew slightly embarrassed at her own attire. She tried to pay it little mind, her attention soon turning back to the now concerned Bastien, who was fretting over her own appearance.\n\n\"Oh, I'm alright. Just a bit tired.\" She answered to his question, leaning into his warm arms and letting her face rest on his shoulder, cherishing the hug while she could. \n\nFleur listed as her brother spoke, her eyes moving towards the other woman as her attention shifted, the soft smile returning to her lips. \n\n\"It's very nice to meet you, Lady Calypso. I'm sorry you must meet me in such a state- has Bastien been treating you well?\" Fleur asked, a gentle quip at her brother in the process.\n\n\"I read a book once- Bastien had brought it from his adventures, I think. It was about a lady in waiting and her adventures of being a spy- or was that a dream?\" She looked to her older brother, a cloud of confusion showing in her eyes, though she quickly shrugged it off.\n\n\"Often times my old dreams get muddled with the books I read. No bother.\" She smiled back at Lady Calypso, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.\n\n\"Will you let mother know I'm feeling a bit under the weather? It's no cause for concern- I just want to try to sleep in a little longer. The sunlight is better for keeping away the nightmares.\""
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\nCalypso made sure to keep her eyes low and mouth shut while the two siblings interact. But she did steal a glance at the two, making sure to go unnoticed, but she felt like she needed to take a double look.\nThe man who was now gently holding the girl, checking on her with a worried look and a gentle smile... Was that really the same man who had been teasing her, ordering her around, and sometimes being outright disrespectful to her? \nIf Calypso wasn't witnessing it with her own eyes she would not believe it.\n\nWhen Bastien finally introduced her to Fleur, Calypso raised her gaze again, taking a step forward. Now that she could actually look at the girl, Calypso understood her brother's worries. Lady Fleur looked pale, making her dark circles stand out even more, the poor little thing looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her similarity with lord Bastien astonishing \"The pleasure is mine, my lady. And you do not have to worry, it was your brother's idea to make us meet first thing in the morning.\" Said her with a small bow. At the girl's question, she shoots a glance at Bastien with a kind smile \"Oh Lord Bastien has been nothing less than a real gentleman with me.\" That's what a big lie but the young lady didn't need to know that.\n\nWhen Fleur mentioned a story very similar to her situation, Calypso's face remained unchanged, allowing herself a small chuckle \"That sounds like a life worth writing of! If you ever find that book I would love to read it. \" Lady Kolgrim let her shoulder relax without altering her voice, acting reserved but jovial. Bastien had told her about his sister... Condition, and she had no doubt it might actually be a dream. But she didn't let the thought linger too long. Despite her frail appearance, Fleur looked no way different from any girl her age: soft-spoken but still with that vitality classic of children.\n\nAs Fleur spoke again to her brother Calypso let her eye wandering around the room a bit. There were many things one could get from someone's room if you were paying enough attention. The number of books present in the room could make one think about a studious mind, but at a closer examination, all the books were novels or stories. A dreamer, a free spirit. Interesting."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Elaine de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\nElaine headed down the corridor a moment too late. She caught with her eye the door closing to her father's study and stopped herself. She took a moment to regain her breath, placing her hands on her hips. The soft velour was imprinted by her touch as she reminded herself to recollect her posture and face the consequences of her actions.\n\nShe was late. While she had been summoned for a while, as always she was certain there was more time to sort one more thing. This time it seemed like he was way off her calculations. \n\nShe took the remaining steps and faced the oak door, hearing voices barely coming from within. Taking the risk and fixing her hair, before turning the knob and the entering swiftly inside, she closed the door behind her in the study. \n\nShe lifted her face and met with her father's eyes who seemed to be not surprised by her late appearance. She softly tucked her lower lip looking apologetic, before finally noticing there was another man standing in the room as well."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nSomewhere, once upon a time.\n\n The solace of youth overcame John like a warm blanket in the deep Winter. His eyes slowly fluttered open, greeted by the light crackle of an open fire. A fragile bud of hope washed over his soul as he felt a light brush against his head once he had awoken. With infant eyes, he gazed upon his companion with almost divine reverence. She was an olive-skinned maiden, with golden locks reaching her lower back. The intensity of her emerald eyes matched John's, as he laid immobile in a small basket. John tried desperately to listen as her lips moved, but her song's language was unintelligible to him. How cruel could the Gods be to subject him to such torture? These moments of comfort were out of the common during John's long, strenuous life. Seldom did he experience a moment of solace while in the heat of battle, watching his kinsmen kill and be killed at his behest.\n\nJohn had seen this woman before; he had known it. The memories failed to register in the immediate moment, but a faint nostalgia bloomed in his heart. He was intrinsically drawn to her as if they shared something. Her visage was frail and lissome but refreshed by a certain youthfulness that resembled a field freshly washed by the morning dew. John left her gaze and looked upon himself. His little limbs were plump and smooth, bearing an artless tan reminiscent of a Southern complexion. At this moment, he envied himself. He envied his own purity and the love he felt for this woman he did not quite know and would never feel again. Perhaps the Gods were in no hurry and would take their time in this most august facade. \n\n Every moment, it would seem his cradle gave way to the fire that grew in their straw house. Nonetheless, the woman continued to gaze upon John with a mournful smile. Her song did not end even as the flames grew upon them - not until a waterfall of her own blood spilled out of her opened throat. John sprang up, clenching the nearby bedpost. He was covered in bearskin sheets and surrounded by an entourage. None of them bore the beauty of his maiden, but all of them were familiar. After a moment of shock, he returned to reality - but not before unleashing a stream of vomit off the bedside. \"He's awake!\" They roared, looking at each other in utter disbelief. As John regained his composure, he met their gaze. John attempted to speak, but no words came to him. The room's commotion was almost comparable to that of war, as aides sprang to clean the mess John had made.\n\nIt took a moment, but the pain had finally become apparent. Each movement sent a shockwave through his ribcage, causing him to hack profusely at even the slightest provocation. The left side of his face was forever marred, concealed by layers of bandages that John had yet to notice. Laying back into the sheets, John finally spoke his first words in days: \n\n \"Bring me... Levi.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cyril de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\n\"Elaine, my daughter.\" \n\nCyril stopped the conversation as soon as the lady entered the room.\nCornelius could notice how the man became much more relaxed upon his daughter's arrival. One could say he was almost... Relieved?\n_'Elaine is who really governs the Sun Gate'_. The words of the guard echoed inside his head.\n\n\"I assume it was you who requested this young man's services?\" Asked Cyril. \"I was surprised. I tought you would ask me for permission first.\"\n\nDid lord Cyril lended Elaine his signature? Suspicious. Not only that, but he did not seem angry at the fact that his own daughter had hired someone behind his back. Most lords wouldn't toletate it, but Cyril looked apologetic. He acted as if it was him who had to offer excuses to Elaine, and not the other way round.\n\n**Selene de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills**\n\nCalypso Kolgrim. The name had come to her wrapped in a piece of flayed skin. The man sent to spy on Bastien had undegone ritual scarring, and had witten the message using his own skin as a sign of devotion. It wasn't an exhaustive report, but it was enough for Selene. According to it, Bastien had dared to hire the tramp as a lady-in-waiting for Fleur. Had he done it out of spite? Perhaps, perhaps not. Such a thing wasn't like him. But the matter of fact was that her precious little fawn would now be stalked day and night by a ravenous bitch.\n\nSelene breathed in. She breathed out. No. She was overreacting. Who Bastien may have hired was of no consequence: in due time, she would be swayed to her side or discreetly disposed of. There was nothing to worry about. As she threw the piece of human skin into the fire, she recalled her husband's request to bid her daughter farewell before her departure to the Isles. Oh Cyprien, always so sentimental. That endeavor to the Isles was another of the things that had recently put Selene on edge. Still, just like with Bastien's lady, there was nothing to fear: half of the retinue had been hand picked by the Silverwrought, with express orders to keep an eye on Fleur at all times.\nThe only unknown left was that Kolgrim woman.\n\n\"Ca-lyp-so...\" Her name rolled nice off the tongue. The fire flickered with renewed intensity as she uttered the syllabes. Signs and portents. It was a good omen.\n\nPerhaps it was time to pay her a visit..."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Bastien de Lysse\nThe Keep Semptiternal\n\nBastien stood back up with a nod, stealing a glance at Calypso. *She was going to have to meet that witch sooner or later,* He thought as he let out a small sigh. *Sooner it is, then.*\n\n\"Yes. We will tell your mother about how you want to sleep in longer.\" He glanced at the chests in the corner of the room. Fleur was almost done packing her things for their trip. \"Why don't you finish gathering your things and then take a nice long nap?\" He suggested as he pat his sister's head gently. \"Lady Calypso will be back after in a little while to check and see if you need help with anything. And of course,\" He added as he lightly tapped her nose, \"I am here if you need anything from me. Pester me to your heart's desire.\"\n\nHe walked to the door and guided Lady Calypso out. Giving Fleur one last smile, he shut the door. The smile immediately fell off his face as soon as the door clicked. He stood there for a few moments, pondering what his next move should be. \"Well,\" He said after a few seconds, \"I suppose it is time for you to meet Fleur's mother, isn't it?\" He crooked a finger at Lady Calypso, gesturing for her to follow him, as they went away from Fleur's room and in the direction of where Bastien knew Selene would be lurking.\n\n\"Remember,\" He said under his breath to Lady Calypso as they continued to walk, \"She has no power over you. I am your employer. She cannot fire you. She is a bad woman who knows how to fool people with honeyed words, and in a bad mood with Fleur's eminent departure. She views Fleur as if she was a doll to be admired, and not a young woman.\" He stopped a few paces, tilting his head slightly to a door a few paces down the hall. \"She would be there.\" \n\nHe stopped to study Lady Calypso's expression, then added, \"If you wish, I could introduce you and stay for the duration of your visit.\" Selene knew how to twist things, but might be more careful if Bastien was there to hear every word she was telling Calypso."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\nBastien's demeanor completely changed once the door was closed. For a second Calypso, though it had something to do with her, that Lord Bastien had decided to find new reasons to torment her, but instead, the noblemen guided her towards another room preparing to introduce her to Fleur Mother.\n\nAh yes, her Grace Lady Selene De Lysse, or more loving renamed \" The witch\" By lord Bastian. Calypso had already a couple of information on the woman from looking through her father's documents, even though it was very little thing. Her current employer had made sure to fill in the gaps for her... Or at least some of it. From the description she had been given, Calypso was preparing to meet someone who she'd actually have to look out from, keeping ready all the tricks she had in her pockets.\n\nShe looked up, her eyes locking into Bastien's \"I appreciate your worry my lord. But I don't think that would be necessary.\" Stated her fixing her posture \"If Her grace really is as fearsome as you say, then is better for me to face the beast alone on our first encounter. I need to have a full idea of what I'll have to deal with.\" While speaking Calypso had turned towards one on the windows, making sure that her hair was perfectly styled, and her dress without defect. Making sure to not leave anything for that woman to grasp on to. Of course, Calypso knew that she would have found a way anyway but there was no harm in making it a bit more difficult.\n\n.\n\n\"And also, \" Continued her turning around looking up at him again \" You won't always be here,\" Her hand fidgeting with one of her rings \" It will be part of my job to protect Fleur.\" \nMaybe it was the small famed and her tired eyes or the way she would manage to make Lord Bastian smile like she hasn't seen him before, but Calypso felt already a hint of sympathy towards Fleur. \n\"I'm off to meet the Lady of the house, and then I'll go back to your sister's room and help her pack her stuff. \" And bowed \"If you ever need me, I'll be at your service my lord. \" And walked away towards the room Bastien Had indicated her.\n\nShe stopped for a second, collecting herself and took a deep breath before knocking a couple of times and announce herself."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selène de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills**\n\nCalypso found the lady of De Lysse in a silver chair, absorbed by a book whose yellowed pages contrasted sharply with the rich burgundy color of it's cover.\n\n\"Come in,\" She said. Her voice was suprisingly soothing, enrapturing even.\n\nShe was dressed in a plain white tunic, pinned to her shoulders with a small brooch and fastened to her waist by a wine coulered sash filled to the brim with gold embroidery.\n\nBastien hadn't been wrong: there was a certain air of magic to her: her unnaturaly youthful appearence, the way her loose tunic navigated her curves, the lush tone of her voice, the amethyst luster in her eyes and the silvery one of her hair...\n\nNot that she didn't look like a lady, but she could perfectly play the part of a sorceress by looks alone. Nothing betrayed the malevolence that Bastien had warned her about though... At least not yet.\n\n\"Oho, and who might you be, young lady?\" She asked Calypso."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\n\nThat was a dangerous voice, and it's owner looked even more dangerous.\nThat's what Calypso first impression was of Lady Selene De Lysse. The woman sitting on the other side of the room looked nothing like the matrons in the capital. \nNo, Lady Selene was on a completely different level. Lady Selene looked more like a queen than the queen herself. \n\nHer most soft and polite smile was perfectly fixed on her lips as he kept her dark eyes low, careful to not meet those gem like eyes before speaking \"Pardon the intrusion your Grace,\" Soft spoken and gentle as she lowered herself in an elegant curtsy. \"My name is Lady Calypso Kolgrim, i'm sure your nephew must have informed you of my arrival at the castle.\" That was a lie, but Calypso wanted to see what the woman would say.\n\n\"I will be your daughter's Lady- in - waiting, from this moment on. \" Stated her, finally meeting the woman eyes only to quickly lower her gaze again, forcing a faint blush on her cheek, playing the part of the timid low rank lady. \nHer dark curly hair framing delicately her face, helping softening up her otherwise sharp features. \n\n\"I hope we will get along well...\" Suggested her, with a submissive smile, giving a light flutter to her lashes."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse**\n**The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"My son failed to mention your arrival. Perhaps he didn't deem it important enough, but in any case It is a welcome surprise to meet you,\" Said Selene. \"And I am sure my daughter could use some company. Especially now that the fool of my husband has decided to drag her all the way to the Southern Isles. As if her health was not enough of a problem here, she will now have to deal with tropical fevers. Just the tought of it worries me sick.\"\n\nLady de Lysse stood up and slowly made her way to Calypso, treading softly with serpentine elegance. Even barefoot, she was at least a head taller than lady Kolgrim\n\n\"You seem like a nice enough girl, though there is a few things you should work on. For instance, do not divert your gaze: it makes you look soft. If you are to be Fleur's lady-in-waiting you have to set an example. She is to grow into a lady of House de Lysse: proud and regal, not docile.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\nThe soft glow of the sun's morning rays gave light to the somber gathering of men. Each man was kneeled, respected someone they had lost, whether it be a brother, friend, or ally. Levi was near the front, kneeling in front of a small pile of rocks. He stacked them slowly, carefully placing each rock so if not disturbed they would never fall. \n\n\"Strongham, you will never be forgotten.\" Levi's memorial was but one of many. Every man spoke a different name, but each said goodbye in their own way. \n\nLevi stayed kneeled, his head bowed in reverence to his fallen brother. Even as other men stood up, he sat there. Even as a small tear rolled down his cheek, he didn't move. \n\n\"Tharn is no longer amongst the living. May you receive your revenge in the form of blood.\" Levi said, before taking a knife and slitting his palm open. He allowed the blood to drip onto the stones he had placed earlier. \n\n\"This is goodbye. May your stars never stop shining.\" Levi said, before standing up. He glanced once more at the small cairn before leaving, taking the same path others had taken before him.\n\nBefore he left, something told him that this isn't what Roryk would have done. Roryk would have honored his enemies with the same amount of respect as his brothers. \n\n*Damn you.* He thought silently, before walking to Roryk's cairn. \"You can't ask me to do this. It's not right.\" He said out loud, before walking to the unmarked site where Tharn's body had been buried. He looked down at it, and sat beside the soft dirt that now held his fallen enemy. \n\n\"We did not know one another, but I know Roryk had found a kindred spirit in you. In another life we would have been allies. May you eternally rest, guarded from those that wish to interrupt your peace.\" He said, speaking an old prayer his mother had taught him. He took his other palm and cut a small line lengthwise and let his blood drip over the ground. \n\n\"May your gods guide you always.\" He said, before wrapping both of his hands in cloth from his shirt. He turned to walk away, following the now packed path that led out of the makeshift cemetery. \n\nHe walked slowly into camp, noticing that their numbers had dwindled. The men looked up when Levi limped into the main area, but no one said a word. Everyone's mind was heavy with sadness or regret. \n\n\"Tharn is dead. We have won.\" Levi said, sitting in front of the small group of men that had gathered inside of his tent. \n\n\"What about his followers? What happened to them?\" Frederick asked, standing up.\n\n\"Scattered. Lost to the corners of Marin more than likely.\" Levi said, before taking a bite of the bread that had been placed on the table. \"Roryk is dead. So are a few others.\" He said, lowering his head. \n\n\"No one blames you. You did what you could. Hell, you killed Tharn himself.\" Frederick said softly. \n\n\"Not before the death of Roryk. I couldn't save him. I watched helplessly as he died.\" Levi said, before telling everyone to leave. He needed to be alone. \n\n——-\n\nA few days passed. Many of the men looked for Levi to guide them, but Levi sulked in his tent. The only thing he came out for was to run, eat, or use the restroom. He couldn't take his eyes off of the empty space. There was so much, so many people that used to fill those places now lay covered by the weight of the ground above them. \n\n\"Levi. Someone from John's company wants you. Says it's important that you visit John immediately.\" A young man said, approaching Levi. Levi shook his head, but the young man wouldn't take no for an answer. \n\nLevi stood up slowly, pulling his cloak tight. \"Why does he want me? From what I've heard he's barely alive.\" He said, following the young man out. The young man had no answers to give, and only gave Levi more questions. \n\nHe kicked his leg over the black steed, having taken Roryk's horse as his own. It was a powerful warhorse, built for strength rather than speed. \"Frederick, take charge until I return. Before I get back everyone needs to be fed, so send some to hunt.\" He said, before kicking his heels in and urging the horse forward. \n\n___\n\nHours passed before Levi arrived at John's location. They led him through soldiers, and Levi kept the tattered hood above his head, covering his face entirely. He was led to John's bedside, where the old man lay there. \n\n\"You asked for me?\" He said, breaking the silence that had formed."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\nCalypso nodded along, as the older woman complained about her husband's decision and Bastien's behavior. \" I'll make sure to keep my eyes open and stay on alert. I give you my word your grace, if lady Fleur even as much sneeze, I'll pack our stuff and bring her back to the safety of the castle. \" Calypso knew that Bastien would strongly disagree on that point. But now her mission was to get on the woman's good side.\n\nLady Kolgrim had to fight against her body feeling it tense up as the De Lysse woman made her way towards her. \nHer eyes shooting up at Lady Selene's comment, cold stone meeting precious jewels. \n\"I'll keep that in mind, your Grace.\" Her face unchanged and her voice didn't betray any emotion, but Calypso had always felt much more confident when looking someone in the eyes, it gave her the possibility to gaze in their mind for a moment. \n\nBut nothing transpired through those lilac irises. Either this woman didn't have a soul or she was very good at hiding it away. \nSomething convinced Calypso that the first one was more likely than it could seem.\n\"Anything else, your Grace? \" Asked her gingerly, the curve of her smile slightly more sharp."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse**\n**The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"No.\"\n\nHer hypnotic purple eyes were still dead set on Calypso, daring her to look away.\n\n\"I will let you know if you are required... Ca-lyp-so,\" She dragged her name out, slowly savouring every syllabe, just like Bastien had done before.\nFor an instant, Calypso could swear she saw what looked like sharp fangs behind Selene's slithering tongue, but it proved to be no more than an optical illusion. A trick of the mind.\n\n\"I hope we will meet again. Soon,\" Added Selene. And with those words, she returned to her chair, and her book."
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"author": "a.n.n4173",
"message": "Calypso Kolgrim \nThe Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.\n\nCalypso stood her ground, her eyes locked on Lady De Lysse's. \n\nHer smile didn't falter even when the woman dragged out each syllable of her name, sending a cold shiver up her spine. What had been a playful comment, a small tease on Bastien's side, was now turned into a clear threat. The two voices far too similar, giving her an uncanny feeling \n\nShe had always thought that the De Lysse family had \nUnnatural traits, but demons took physical form into Selene's body and Calypso found herself thrown between two contrasting feelings: admiration and fear. \n\n\"Likewise your grace.\" And with another elegant bow, Calypso made her way out of the room.\n\nOn her way back to Fleur's room, Calypso wondered if one day she'd be able to strike such feelings in others' hearts"
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "The Paladins\n\nSomewhere outside of Burgh, Northwind\n\n\nA quiet whisper came from the brush to the right, Voxdei, as usual.\n\n\n\"Coast is clear.\" The pale, disfigured man arose, wincing with every move, but he refused to admit pain. The apprentice beside him quickly regained his footing and handed the man his telescope. With a grunt, the cripple wrenched it from the other's hand, stuffing it inside the fold of his dark leather and buckles.\n\n\n\"Over there, milord.\" The apprentice pointed at the unmarked grave the other man just left.\n\n\n\"You're sure?\" The face of the other Paladin couldn't be called a face by even a mother. It resembled bread that had been left out too long, bubbling and folding over itself. Truly any burn victim would feel grateful after looking at this man's face, it was hideous, and it didn't stop at the neck. The man's entire body was infected with growths and boils, he only had three fingers on his left hand, after his pinky and ring finger fused to the middle one, and although he had never shown his feet, he limped as if they were similarly affected. This was Grönd.\n\n\nThe Order of the White Rose was separated into three major factions: The Clergy of the Roots, The Clergy of the Stem, and the Clergy of the Bud. Both Grönd and his apprentice were in the Clergy of the Stem, the faction in charge of supporting the entire Order. However they differed slightly, where the apprentice was in the Cabal of the Thorn, the main military branch of the Order, Grönd took his home in the Cabal of the Venom. This elite order used potions and dark magics to enhance their abilities beyond any human, but the side effect left them horribly disfigured both mentally and physically. Grönd was the epitome of this disaster, so disfigured was his body that he couldn't function normally without the assistance of potions. It made everyone outside of the Thorn uncomfortable.\n\nThe apprentice nodded, and to show how sure he was, produced a shovel. After a brief moment the sound of dirt being moved could be heard.\n\n\nGrönd kept watch as the boy digged his way to their prize.\n\n\n\"Elders, bless us for this task, as it is done to further your cause.\" The pale imp muttered continuously, a prayer that forgave the Paladins for their tasks since it was done for the sake of the Gods.\n\n\nAn hour or two passed, and the apprentice sighed at his handiwork.\n\n\n\"Hand me that rag.\" He muttered, and Grönd kicked the roll of fabric into the boy's arms.\n\n\n\"Wrap it tightly, the body must be perfect.\" The boy nodded sarcastically at what he'd heard a hundred times before.\n\n\nAnother 20 minutes passed before the bundled body flopped over the edge of the grave. Grönd grabbed the collarbone and pulled it back far enough to get the feet out, then the apprentice hoisted himself out after.\n\n\n\"Back home, milord?\" The young man asked.\n\n\n\"Yes.\" Came the grunted reply. \"A new age of the Paladin is here.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate\n\nCornelius was just about to begin his line of dialogue when he heard the gentle footsteps of the Lady Elaine behind him as she entered the doorway. As if by reflex, he pivoted on his heel, straightened his back like a plank, and bowed his head to the woman in the door before making way for her entry.\n\n\"You have my apologies, Lord Cyril. I would have made an effort to make myself more presentable if I'd known a lady would be present. I am called Cornelius, Lady Elaine, but considering you found no trouble finding me, you more than likely had ascertained my name.\"\n\nAfter that line, he finally raised his head.\n\n\"Am I to understand that *You* Sent me this summons, my lady?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Elaine de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\nElaine turned towards the strange to her man ready to greet him with a smile. It was her father's last words that made her froze in her place and the smile was wiped off her lips. She fixed her posture and took a step back.\n\nHer eyes squinted in confusion as she looked for any possible hidden meaning in his words.\n*Requested his services?*\nElaine crossed her arms and clenched her forearm, she could feel her nails digging in through her sleeves and at once she snapped out of her state.\n\n''Father, this man, whoever he claims to be, this man is someone I have never met before.'' Elaine looked into Cyril's eyes as strongly and concentrated as she could. If he was trying to trap her into something she wasn't aware, this should have been enough to convince him to drop such attempt. If on the other hand their family was a target of something greater than their meeting in his study, it would have been enough to make him understand."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Cyril de Lysse**\n**The Sun Gate**\n\n\"This is indeed, not my signature,\" Said Cyril. And he handed him the letter. \"That being said, since you are already here, House de Lysse can still make use of your services. I will offer you a new contract, and send you alongside my daughter to the Keep Sempiternal. There you will meet my brother, lord Cyprien de Lysse, if he hasn't left for the Southern Isles yet.\"\n\nHe made a pause, and pressed his fingetips.\n\n\"I hope this won't be a problem for any of you. My brother requested I take his position as governor in his absence, but I believe my daughter to be far better at that role than I am. I will remain in the Sun Gate, and Elaine will assume contol of the Keep in my stead.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Elaine de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\nShe stood firmly in her place as her father finished his sentence. She loosened her hands and put her fingers on her lips softly. Little made sense to her of what she just had witnessed. But little was said and done. She turned her sight towards the man once more, carefully scanning him from head to toe. *No I definitely haven't seen him before. Neither North nor anywhere else I have been in my latest years. Yet he seems to try and appear as friendly as he can, but little do I wish to trust such... Such entity.*\n\nElaine waited for his reaction, as if he decided to take his leave right away, she could at least get a word out of her father before heading out herself."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate**\n\nThe air in the room, specifically around Elise had turned more than a little hostile, and clearly there was some baffoonery afoot in regards to the circumstances of his hiring; however, this would definitely not be the worst of things the spy had gotten into. For the briefest of moments, the young man glared daggers into the eyes of Elaine, shattering any facade that he had shown to her. This was followed, of course, by the gentle glare that had shown itself before.\n\n\"Lord Cyril, do either you or the Lady Elaine have questions regarding my services? If not, I'd like to take my leave for a moment. I'm unsure whether or not not it's just me not being acclimated to this northern climate, but the air in the room has turned,\" He said, turning his eyes to the Lady Elaine, \"Foul and acidic in my nostrils.\"\n\nHe was purposefully being less than subtle with his communication towards Elaine. He was not one who enjoyed taking flak before doing much of anything, especially from a woman. Cornelius was not one to trust women, courtesy of Lady Heloise's *Education* In his early years."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Elaine de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\nIf she wasn't able to control her feelings as they raged inside her like a storm, swiping her anger and mistrust, Elaine would had stood there will her mouth open in shock and unable to mouth a word. But there she was now, expressionless and hollow as she could be appearing before the man who just confirmed to her was not only seeking trouble in their home but was marked as a threat wondering about his 'services he was there to offer'.\n\nThat before she snapped at his remark and threw blasting out of the window all her tact and cool.\n\nShe pointed her finger with her long pointy nail at the man, sharp enough to cut his throat, as her face turned a shade darker just red, as of a ripe white peach spotted with blood. She took a step forward.\n\n\"Watch how you speak in our house. It feels like you have just arrived and not only claim of services that little were requested here, but you should be informed that I am not going to tolerate such tone in my presence. Especially one that seems to be directly pointed at me.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Cyril de Lysse - The Sun Gate**\n\nThe man in the desk stood up. His air of passivity was gone. He took some steps and stood by the side of his daughter, seeking to intimidate Cornelius.\n\n\"Listen to my daughter, young man. You better watch your tone. I was willing to ignore the suspicious circumstances of your arrival, but this will not be thr case if you disrespect my home or my daughter.\"\n\nAfter saying this, he returned slowly to his desk.\n\n\"Captain Armadi will escort you to the Keep Sempiternal, to make sure you're not been sent to spy on us. Whether Elaine will follow you or not is up to her.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Elaine de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\n\"I will not\". Elaine said now once again emotionless as she approached the fireplace and stood with her back to the man."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate**\n\nA slight smirk painted itself on Cornelius' face. He'd successfully shattered any sense of friendliness between he and those he'd probably be working for.\n\n\"I will take my leave then and wait for departure.\"\n\nThe man paused for a moment. He'd grown up in the back alleys of Sol, known hunger, and more than once played a hand against death. Any reaction didn't show itself on his face nor body.\n\n\"Before that, though, I will say that I am a spy, Lord Cyril, but I assure you, if you were a target of mine, I wouldn't be so obvious as to discard any sense of cordiality between us.\"\n\nHe spoke in a different tone with a different face. It wasn't gentle and unimposing like it had been before. His face was relaxed, calm, and otherwise unflinching. His voice moved far lower to its normal range, and his back straightened, making more that a couple popping sounds as it did so.\n\n\"That would be stupid of me, no?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Cyril de Lysse**\n\n\"A spy? Why would a...\" Cyril made a long pause. He had not expected that answer.\n\nHis chin went to rest on his hands as his mind became absorbed by deep toughts. It was apparent that Cornelius' reveal had come as a surprise to him, even though the letter under Cyril's name had directly requested for a spy.\n\n\"In that case, allow me to propose you a contract of my own: a real one, this time,\" He said at last.\n\n\"Depart to the keep as planned. But you are tasked with finding who issued this letter under my name, and report it back to me. Confidentially. I suspect it's a fellow member of House de Lysse, but I need solid proof before making any accusations. There will be a generous rewards should you prove to be succesful.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate**\n\nA visible, slightly off-putting grin spread from ear to ear across his face.\n\n\"Food and shelter are all I require, Lord Cyril. I will be sure to ascertain the identity of this-\"\n\nHe examined the signature on the parchment.\n\n\"Lord Cyril, would you mind signing your name just above the forgery? I'd like to see how similar they might be to determine the competency of the forger.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Cyril de Lysse**\n**The Sun Gate**\n\nCyril reached for the letter, but a touch on his shoulder stopped him. Elaine. It took a while for Cyril to understand, but eventually he got what his daughter was trying to tell him.\n\n\"I will sign, but not on the forgery, it would validate the contract if it got my real signature.\"\n\nHe handed Cornelius a separate paper. Put side by side, the signatures were clearly distinct, but they were just similar enough that someone more or less unfamiliar with them would not be able to tell the difference."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Elaine de Lysse\nThe Sun Gate\n\nElaine was deep lost in her thoughts. She was lost in the thoughts of struggling not to drop on the floor where she was standing. The room was spinning and the conversation reaching her ears was muffled, echoing in confusion. She did not give any sign of that to those with her. Patiently waiting for the men to finish their talk. She leaned her hand on the fireplace, barely even feeling her hand slowly burning."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius\nThe Sun Gate**\n\nCornelius scratched his beardless chin. The forger was mostly competent, but he more than likely was no professional.\n\n\"It's clearly from somebody who knows your signature, but-\"\n\nHe picked up the quill that Cyril had used to sign his name on the empty sheet and proceeded to forge the signature himself, and the match was almost exact. The only detail that was off was the longer trail he'd left at the ending 'e'.\n\n\"But they're no professional.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nOutside of the Prison\n\nA pair of vibrant green eyes peeked out from the edge of the prison wall, watching as two men climbed out of the carriage. One was an old man with a cane, and the other was a younger man. She only saw them for a few brief moments and then they were surrounded by men and escorted into the building.\n\n*'So that's him?'* She thought in disbelief as she leaned her head out further, her hand resting on the bricks. She tried to process the glimpse she had gotten, but it wasn't enough. She needed to be closer. She wanted to talk to him.\n\nThe girl looked down at the torn piece of paper she had stolen. A name was scrawled in it in black ink. She felt a wave of fear strike her as the carriage began to pull away. Now that he was so close, she couldn't bring herself to run away. She had to be brave. Her entire life had led up to her finding him. \n\nSmoothing her grey dress down, she stepped lightly in her brown heeled boots, pressing her head against the cold bricks. She stayed a good distance away, and made sure to try to hide behind trees or other such things as she moved around the building. She was worried the guardsmen would make her leave. Her eyes and thoughts never strayed from beyond the carriage. \n\nA small part of her hoped they would notice her, and talk to her. She just prayed she wasn't sent away. She was so tired from walking so far. And she was hungry. She hoped she still looked pretty, despite what the winds and the travel had done on her appearance.\n\nAs if on cue, her stomach growled. She sighed before forcing her exhaustion out of her mind as she had been doing for days prior. Now was not the time to feel tired. Not when she was so close.\n\nShe sat down on the cold hard ground, giving a small scritch to the small brown and black griff on her shoulder as she waited for them to exit."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nBurgh\n\n **\" Stop!\"**\n\n The Wolfmen were screaming in anguish, uselessly attempting to wrestle away from the grasps of John's soldiers. John's command echoed through the dungeon multiple times over. It would come as a shock that any man of his age and stature could produce a sound of such magnitude. Many soldiers had their blades positioned mere inches from their captives' faces, glaring upon them with looks unbefitting of a human person. It was evident that the identities of the men under John's command had disintegrated; they were now merely arbiters of a cause, consumed by obedience and nothing else. A dead silence followed as John turned his gaze to Levi. His passion for subjecting these men to the cruelest indignities had yet to leave him, so his glare to Levi appeared enraged. Although when he spoke, John immediately abandoned his cruelty.\n\n \"These men, they killed your Roryk. They've raped, killed, and forced my people to endure a plague. Thousands perished. And you would suggest I allow them to live the rest of their lives in comfortable slavery?\" He spoke calmly but articulated his displeasure unmistakably. For a moment, John caught the glimpses of anguished Wolfmen, whose eyes brimmed bright red with tears. Sighing audibly, John afforded Levi the respect of a compromise.\n\n\"Your leader killed this man's closest friend,\" John said to the prisoners, pointing his bloodied blade at Levi. \"And now he is offering you his mercy.\" He paced around, eyeing his men. \"Take them back to their cells.\" He said. \"They will accompany us on the road. Drag them along by their throats, spare them no dignities. They will work to earn their retribution, and if they prove ineffective or even slightly insubordinate, slaughter them like the dogs they are.\" John curtly nodded at Dagmar, who assembled the men. Audible groans filled the dungeon as disappointed soldiers were deprived of their daily hunt. John owed Levi this, at the very least. Once they were returned to their cells, many prisoners wept in shock. One rubbed at his eyes, in disbelief that they were still rightfully in their sockets. John aimed to leave and swiftly led his men to the exit. Before they reached the base of the stairs, John turned to the dungeon masters. \"By the Gods, feed them some jerky. Of what use will a cohort of walking skeletons be to me?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi shook his head as he looked out at the group of men before him. Many were strong, capable warriors. John may be upset but there was potential in these men. He just needed time to convince John of this fact. He carefully considered his next words before opening his mouth to speak. \n\n\"Mercy isn't what I offer you all. I am offering you a chance of a lifetime. A brief escape, an offer not held for long. You have but a moment to decide. But know that this decision will have consequences to last a lifetime.\" He said, before looking at John. \n\n\"De Burgh wishes to turn you all into workers, common men who will no doubt suffer endlessly until death at the hands of cruel masters who drive you day and night. I offer you a chance to fight, continue tasting blood on cold steel. Though instead of fighting against me, you would be fighting for me. However, if you do choose to serve with me, know that you must obey my every command.\" He said, looking over the group present. \n\nEyes peered up, wondering what Levi was going on about. He pulled the hood down off of his face and made eye contact with those around him. All that greeted him was sorrow, anguish, and fear. Though, a few men began to stand up. \n\n\"My offer stands for exactly one minute. After that, I'm walking out of this room and never returning to help any of you.\" He said, before beginning to count aloud. \n\nOnly a few of the men stood up. Levi counted around 12, but still, it was a few. He shrugged before turning to a guard. \n\n\"Have them escorted with the others and delivered to my camp. Direct them to Frederick Alwert.\" He said, before turning to John and handing him a few gold pieces. \n\n\"They are worth more to me with me than in your fields.\" He said, before exiting the dungeon and leaving John in the darkness."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nOutside of the Prison\n\nLoralie stumbled forward when she saw the younger man from earlier exit the building. She felt a wave of nausea and nervousness as she froze for a moment. She glanced at the griff on her shoulder, who stared back at her for a few moments before sauntering from her shoulder to lie down at the base of her neck behind her long ponytail, almost like an odd scarf of sorts. \n\nThe girl brushed what dirt she could off of her dress before she jogged a bit closer to Levi, still behind him. He didn't seem to see her. He was walking awfully fast, and she was so tired and so very cold.\n\nThe world seemed to wobble a bit as she jogged, but she ignored it.\n\n\"E-excuse me, sir,\" She called to him, her voice shivering, her tone tired and frail. He turned to look at her, and she tried to swallow her nervousness as she stood as tall as she could, her face earnest. She took a small step towards him, still a good distance away. \"What is your name?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\nLevi pulled his cloak tighter as he walked outside. The brutal wind felt even stronger today, though that could just be his imagination running wild. His mind was racing, just as quickly as he had one thought another appeared and took its place. \n\nA small voice broke his concentration. He was focused on a horse, but a small girl approached him. He was confused at first, but quickly recovered. \"Leviticus Cortezial at your service, young one. You can call me Levi, though.\" He said, turning to face her. She was small, shivering in the wind. He gave her his cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders. \n\nShe reminded him of someone, her small features struck him as something he had seen before. And her eyes. \n\n\"My mother had that same color in her eyes.\" He muttered, looking at her for a brief moment. He quickly rubbed his eyes before looking at her again."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\n\"Leviticus Cortezial.\"\n\nHe said words after that, but they didn't register. The small girl flinched as he neared her, raising her arms slightly and closing her eyes as if expecting to be struck by him. She heard her griff squeak, and then felt something warm covering her from the howling winds. When she opened her eyes and saw that he had placed his cloak over her, she stared up at him. She did not expect him to be so kind to her, a man of his importance being thoughtful to some girl he didn't even know.\n\nWith his comment about her eyes, her face slowly scrunched as if she was trying to hold back tears. She felt a wave of nausea again, but this time for a different reason. Without thinking and seized by a whirlwind of emotion, she put her arms around his waist and hugged him, pressing her cheek against his chest. He was so warm. Her hands felt as if they were made of ice. Though her arms shook from both exhaustion and the cold, it was still a strong embrace.\n\nShe tried to think of what to say, something to explain to her situation, but her mind was strange and foggy. She felt as though she might fall asleep at any moment. She didn't feel as cold anymore, just a faint numb tingling. Her knees seemed as if they might buckle beneath her at any moment, but she tried to keep standing."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nA sudden pressure built around his waist as she moved in close. He didn't understand why. \"Are you... Alright?\" He asked, unwrapping her fingers from behind him and taking a step back. \n\n\"Where are your parents? Why are you out here?\" He asked, trying not to overload the young girl in front of him with questions. He could tell she was tired, cold, and another feeling he couldn't place. He glanced around, trying to figure out where she could have come from. \n\n\"My last question is, is there anywhere I can take you? I won't hurt you I just don't want to leave you in this freezing weather. It's going to only get colder.\" He said, kneeling down in front of her."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie felt his hands over hers. 'He is so warm,' she thought sleepily. And then, the sleepiness dimmed a little she felt as he gently unlatched her arms and took a step away from her. Her hands fell to her sides.\n\n\"Oh,\" She said as his questions sunk in. \"Um. Yes. Or, I mean, I-I'm...\" Her voice faltered as he knelt down, eye-level with her. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable, to have such undivided attention on her. She reached into the pocket of her dress and produced the sacred scrap of parchment. \"I'm a f-foundling,\" She said, shivering a bit from the wind. \"Or, no. I was stolen. But I thought-well... Um...\" She stole a look, glancing up from the parchment at him. He seemed calm, and that bothered her. She sounded stupid. She was so tired, and she could feel frustration bubbling as she heard the confusing words that were coming from her mouth.\n\n\"I ran away, because they told me my p-parents died, but they l-lied! And they d-didn't tell me and then I ran, and I had to figure out what to do, and I was so hungry and cold, and I've been alone for so long, and-and I'm-I'm...\" \n\nHer voice broke as a small sob came from her throat. She raised the cloak to cover her face, not wanting him to see the ugly, pained expression she was making against her will. She hoped he wouldn't hate her for getting tears on his cloak. It was a very nice cloak.\n\nAfter a few moments, she slowly raised her face, wincing as a cold gust blew across it. It felt like millions of pins were being stuck in her eyes. \"This is what I found,\" She whispered hoarsely with a sniffle, handing the parchment to the man in front of her, her head turned away, hoping he didn't see her puffy eyes. Crying, especially in such cold, was a dumb, weak thing to do. It made her face ugly and eyes sting. And it made her not look pretty."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi took the piece of paper from her. It was old, faded, yellowing around the edges. He carefully peeled it open, and read the scribbled letters. \n\n*Leviticus Cortezial ~ Father, Alive* He read those words again and again, pausing for a few moments before looking back at the young child in front of him. A look of confusion snuck it's way into his face as he stared at the words. \n\n\"Your mother is Rhesa? I haven't seen your mother in almost ten years. How old are you?\" He asked, holding the slip of paper out to her. \n\n\"I'm not denying that you are my child, but I just want to know. I am Leviticus Cortezial, that is no question, but if you are my child that raises a few... Questions that I have for you. Such as why search me out instead of your mother?\" He said, wiping her eyes with a piece of the cloak that swallowed her. He pulled the hood up over her head, tucking her hair into it. \n\n\"Until we figure this out, you need to stay warm. If you are my daughter I promise you I will take care of you, one way or another.\" He said softly."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nA horrified look came into her eyes as he uttered the word \"Mother.\" And then how he said it again, and again.\n\n\"T-thirteen,\" She said numbly, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. She was absolutely terrified. He already wanted to send her back to the orphanage. \"Oh please, please don't make me go back to Mother! I don't want to!\"\n\nHer breathing quickened as she took a step back from him, forgetting to be ashamed of the tears falling down her cheeks as the panic overtook her small frame. \"I won't b-bother you anymore. I'm sorry. I was wrong.\" She glanced around desperately, trying to figure out where to run to. She felt as thought she couldn't breathe. \"J-Just don't make me go back, I don't want to. Please, I-I cant't...\"\n\nSuddenly, things began to get very swirly and odd. She felt clammy and she heard a ringing in her ears as her vision began to get murky and distorted. Her legs weren't holding her up anymore. The ground seemed to be getting closer and spinning faster, and then everything went dark as she fell unconscious."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie stared at him again, a faint blush creeping on her cheeks as she looked down. \"Oh, um. Hello, sir,\" She said as she looked down at the ground. She had no idea how to address him, so she was just polite. The puppy was awfully cute, but her arms were currently occupied with her dirty little griff. \n\n\"I-I'm sorry for being so much trouble,\" She said as she bowed, her griff letting out a loud squeak of protest as the puppy came over and sniffed its feathers. \"Gabriel, be nice!\" She whispered with a frown. Gabriel squinted his beady eyes up at her.\n\n\"Um... I am a bit hungry,\" She said with a small smile. That was a lie. In fact, she was half-starved, but she was not going to say such a thing. That would be rude, and she wanted him to like her. The idea of telling him that Gabriel was hungry as well crossed her mind, but she decided against it. She would just give him some of her own food to be less trouble."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n\"Please, call me Levi.\" He said, smiling softly while rubbing the back of the wolf's ears before pulling it away from the griff she was holding. \n\n\"Gabriel, eh? Fine name for a fine bird.\" He said, reaching out his hand to see if the bird was going to be aggressive. A quick nip quickly made him realize it wasn't going to let him near the way it did Loralie. He looked at Loralie for a moment, and frowned. \n\n\"I know you are hungry, but I was waiting on you to wake up. It's been almost two days since we got here, and you haven't even opened your eyes. Everyone has been worried.\" He said, before standing up. \"Do you think you can stand up, or do you want me to have some food brought to you?\" He asked. He turned to glance at the bird and smiled. \"And of course, I can't forget you. There is fresh meat for your Griff that Frederick has set aside for him and the pup.\" He said, before glancing back at Loralie. \n\n\"We do have to speak on important matters, however. Such as your... More permanent living arrangements. I live a dangerous life. I can't expect or allow you to live it with me without making sure you know the risks involved. What if I were to go fight one day and never return? But all of that can wait. First you need food.\" He said, watching as the young pup ran out of the tent chasing a small insect."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie felt a small wave of disappointment, but she didn't let it show on her face. It had been a bit silly to assume he would tell her to call him \"Father\" Or \"Papa\", especially if he wasn't sure she was who she really said she was. Still, she knew she couldn't bring herself to call him anything else but \"Sir\" At the moment. So it didn't really matter.\n\n\"Oh, I think I can stand,\" She said as she slowly got up. She wobbled a bit, but then felt alright. Her long hair, which was long enough that she often accidentally sat on it, probably looked like a furry rug. She gave it a glare of disdain before looking back up at Levi.\n\n\"Um...\" She hesitated, then continued as she looked down at Gabriel, smoothing his feathers. \"I think that I would like very much to live here with you, sir. I think I could be useful, and I don't want to go back to Araedia.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berserksgangr\nNorthwind, northeastern shore\n\nThrough the ice and salty sea mist came the Drakkar, the dragon headed ships of the northern clan. The men chanted as they row their oars, the drums giving tempo.\n\nOnce landfall was made, the chieftain and the apparent cartographer made quick work of using a crude map to figure out that they were somewhere in the north-east shoreline of Northwind. Somewhat less than ideal, but acceptable. Dagstygg Jarl would shout to his men, ordering them to begin unloading what they had brought and prepare to camp."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\n\"One of the women could cut your hair for you.\" He said, helping her stand. \"You might not have met any of them yet, but they wash our armor, sharpen our blades, and keep the camp tidy. Some of them war with us, but most are just satisfied with doing chore work.\" He said, turning and lifting the flap that kept out the cold. \n\n\"We are going to have to get you fitted for some new clothes, though. The seamstress will take care of that. Most important right now is getting food.\" He said, leading her out of the tent and into the open area. \n\nMen lugged wood or fought with blades as they spent their morning. It wasn't time to hunt, nor was there any need for supplies. For once they were all free to spend the day enjoying themselves. Levi led Loralie through the crowd, greeting a few on the way. \n\n\"Frederick! I need a bowl of stew for her, and a bit of meat for the bird.\" He said as they entered the mess tent. The smell of food had only grown stronger on their walk. \n\n\"Anything else?\" Frederick asked, bringing the plate around and looking at the young girl."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie kept quiet as she listened to the man speak, her eyes trailing on all of the commotion going on around them as they walked. Never had she seen such a large group of strong, rugged men before. It was so blatantly different from the orphanage. She thought it was exciting, albeit a bit intimidating.\n\nAt the mention of new clothes and a haircut, the girl's cheeks grew slightly flushed. Her grey dress was tattered and worn. And not to mention her cursed hair. She would be glad to have it chopped off. Mother had constantly told her that long hair was more elegant and a symbol of status, but Loralie didn't care at this point. If her fath- if Levi suggested she have her hair cut, then she would gladly oblige.\n\nShe stared up at the rather intimidating man who was named Fredrick and watched as he walked over to her, towering over her. \"Oh... I don't think so, sir,\" She said, wondering if she was supposed to ask or say anything else. She bowed again slightly, and though she was feeling a bit shy, she made sure to make eye contact and hold herself up straight. \"Thank you, sir.\"\n\nGabriel's eyes were already honed in on the food. Loralie made sure to keep her hold on her pet tight."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berserksgangr\nNortheast shores of Northwind\n\nAt this point small huts were complete, and they were running low on supplies. The largest of these men would lumber out of his tent and step slowly to the ships on the shore, high tide was upon them and the time was no better than now to push their ships to sea, a strong wind was flowing from the north, the weather was a bit agressive, but they had sailed far worse storms in the far north. Once the man made it to the ships he would blow into the horn of a large bull, the sound resonating like the roar of a dragon, this would gain the attention of the clan, who came to see what the call was intended for. As they gathered around, he began to speak.\n\n\"Þeir sem eiga von á barni í framtíðinni, eru veikir eða feimnir við að berjast, fara. Þeir sem eru víkingar, vertu áfram.\" \n\nThese words dispersed the majority of the group, pregnant woman, older folk, and those in the building and farming trades would return to work. The only men who remained were heavy set, mostly carrying weapons and had the hands of those who know war.\n\n\"Við þurfum að borða, drekka og kaupa birgðir. Þið vitið þetta öll. Við erum af skornum skammti af öllu sem þú getur nefnt. Auðvitað gátum við ekki stolið frá konungi okkar í útlegð. Svo við tókum aðeins eigur okkar með okkur. Þeir klárustu vita hvað ég er að skipuleggja, við verðum að gera eins og í gamla daga ... Og fara út á víking!\"\n\nThe men and women of the warrior group bang their swords and axes against their shields, chainting the name of their Jarl as they hear this, with haste they board their ships, and a modest sized expiditionary force takes to the sea\n\nThe boats had been sailing for roughly a day now, and they were approaching the border of Terresol, finding not a village or camp worth stopping for. The storm had now spread into a tempest, and the boats cut and crashed through the waves like angry fists, to keep morale up they sang and drummed during storms, they were coming up on the grey hills, and the spotters soon took note. The four drakkars, each carrying 20 thirty men, would turn their sails for shore as the Jarl blew his horn"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Grey Hills**\n\nA flash of lightning revealed the skyline of the land. Grey over white over black.\nThe proximity surprised the spotters, who warned the ships to steer port.\n\nThe storm showed no signs of abating, but amidst the night, a yellow light could be seen: a lighthouse.\n\nThe longships were not the only boats looking for a save harbour, several merchant ships were heading towards the lighthouse as well. Unlike the _drakkars_ however, they were afraid of the storm.\n\nThe longships closed to the lighthouse, only to find it was part of a greater fortress. There was no bay to dock at. Instead, a pair of stone fortification guarded the entrance to the river, like sentinels lowering a chain. Those ships looking for a safe haven would have to find it further inland.\n\nIn the confusion created by the tempest, all ships were allowed to go past the estuary, the berserkers would be able to slip unnoticed.\n\nThe plan however, would not be without it's risks. As the spotters made sure the rest knew: the fortress was a gate. A gate that opened and sealed trough a chain mechanism.\n\nIt would be easy to go in, but it would be harder to get out."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\nLevi's warm smile smoothed his features, but it masked the darker thoughts in his mind. *A father? I'm not even able to keep the men around me alive and I'm now expected to raise a daughter in this mess? If there are gods out there why do you insist on cursing me?* Levi thought to himself, before tossing a bone at the young pup. \n\n*Oh to be young again. Araedia... If only you were not so caught up in your elusive gods that you could pay more attention to the needs of your people. I would return.. I wonder how Xavier is doing. Probably a lord now, turning into more of a bookworm than interested in anything else. We always had to force you outside.* He thought, the smile on his face growing wider. \n\n*Though Kedra always liked you more. You just never knew it. Now I wonder where you all are.* He thought as the young girl ate. He chewed on a small piece of meet, sitting on top of the table with his feet resting on the bench. \n\n\"If you are going to stay, there are going to be a couple of rules. If you want to leave the camp, make sure you have someone tagging with you. Even I have to follow that rule. It keeps us safer.\" He said before a young man burst into the tent.\n\n\"Levi! Scouts...\" He said, tucking his head between his legs and panting. \"Scouts at the northern coast report landfall of a new... New group of people landing. And they are *Huge*.\" The young man said, walking over with his hands on his sides. \n\n\"Don't worry about them. If they are at the Northern border we have nothing to worry about. If they do seem to become an issue, slit their throats without mercy as they slumber.\" Levi said, before making the man come closer. \n\n\"The wolfmen, they are supposed to arrive today, no? Where are they? The sun is almost at its highest point. They should be here.\" He said, his pale eyes flickering around the man's face. \n\n\"They are being led on the main road, with guards in front and behind. Shouldn't be long.\" The man said, backing up when Levi let him go. Levi told the man to leave and turned back to Loralie. \n\n\"Also another rule, do not go near the wolfmen. They may hold a grudge against me and I do not need them knowing you exist.\" He said, before standing up and hopping off of the bench. \n\n\"I'm going hunting after they arrive. Care to join me?\" He asked the young girl."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie had been listening with vetted interest while Levi had talked to the man. Her eyes did not widen as he mentioned slitting their throats in their sleep, nor did she stop eating. The stew, though a bit rustic tasting, was very delicious. She had to restrain herself to still eat like a lady, but when Levi had turned back to her, already half of the stew was gone from the bowl and in her stomach. She was feeling a good bit better now, with something in her tummy to keep her going. Gabriel was ravaging his plate of raw meat on the ground like the little beast he was, and Loralie smiled down at him before looking back up at Levi\n\nWolfmen? Were they like the stories of werewolves? Or were they wolves shaped like men? Loralie didn't ask, but her brow furrowed as she took another heaping spoonful of stew into her mouth.\n\n\"Hunting?\" She repeated, her green eyes lighting up.\"I mean-I would very much like to go with you, sir. Um...\" She glanced around. \"Um, do you have a bow I might be able to borrow?\"\n\nThe wind blew her hair again, a strand plopping into her stew. If the wolfmen were going to take a bit to appear, then the thought of having someone slice off her hair in the meantime grew more and more tempting."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg weighed out his options, the fortresses in question were not terribly large, but the actual ship chains themselves were a problem. They could in theory raise the chains themselves if they killed those who operated them, but the amount of time involved in doing so would allow for reinforcements. There was a village not terribly far from the shore, within sight. He swung his hand in a circle then pointed at the shore, and the Drakkars would crash through the waves and push against the sand. Once ashore, the geared up and marched off towards the village"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Coastal Village - The Grey Hills**\n\nThe streets were empty. Torrential rain had driven rats and people alike into the safety of the homes. Curiously enough, most were not pauper dwellings. Even a small costal village like this one seemed strangely prosperous, with large fields surrounding it further inland and big buildings sprawling from it's centre.\n\nTwo villagers came out of one of the homes, making a dash trough the rain towards one of the barns. They didn't see the berserkers on their way to the stables, but the light of thunder revealed the score of men right standing in front of them as soon as they turned around.\n\nOne of them, a skinny man, screamed and ran towards the town's equivalent of a longhall.\n\n\"Giants!\" He shouted in Soltongue.\n\nThe other, a young woman, was left frozen under the rain. She attempted to take a couple steps back, but fell on the mud of the streets. The skinny man kept shouting until he too fell flat on his face One by one, the villagers began to open the doors and shutters of their homes, their gaze was directed at the newcomers with a mixture of fear and curiosity."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berserksgangr\nGrey hills, Northwind.\n\nAs they approached the village, the Jarl of these men would charge into the village as he would lift his axe to the sky and unleash a hellish roar, the Vikingr's would hack down doors with axe and shield, killing anyone who stood in their way should they try, they took food, alcohol, building supplies, tradeable goods, anything of value. \n\nThey were leaving no home untouched and no stone unturned as the raid went on*"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Coastal Village of Vernisse - The Grey Hills**\n\nVillagers ran chaotically from their homes to the stables, a few grabbed horses, some attemped in vain\n to defend their homes or families with pichtforks, but most just ran. There was no organized defense... At first.\n\n\"DE BURGH! JOHN DE BURGH IS HERE!\"\n\nFrom the from the depths of a stone watchtower, a group of pikemen came out into the storm, and following them a another group carring strange mechanical weapons. Last of all came a young knight in silver armor, his helmet adorned with purple and white feathers. He was the sole fighter riding on a horse.\n\n\"To the fields!\" He shouted to the villagers. \"Don't take anything with you! Run!\"\n\nThe pikemen began to take formation, capitalizing on the berserkergang's pillage to buy time. The knight adressed his men again:\n\n\"Men of Vernisse! De Burgh's forces are here! You are the land's fist line of defense! Stand firm! Make the Red Maiden proud!\"\n\nAn alchemical red flare soared trough the stormy sky. One final trooper came out out of the tower, unnarmed.\nFrom beyond the horizon, another flare answered in kind: the river fortress.\nStill, while the town garrisson held a slight numerical advantage, this was rendered insinificant in the face of the invader's sheer size and ferocity. \n\nThere was no guarantee that vernisse's garrison would hold for long enough, but they would make a stand."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berserksgangr\nVernisse\n\nOnce the vikingr's made their appearance, Dagstygg Jarl would roar into the skies for his men, ordering them into a shield wall\n\n\"Skjaldveggur! Mylja þær eins og rottur!\" \n\nThe raiding men and women would form a shield wall, preparing for battle. Spears would push through the crevices in the shield wall, and archers would take aim behind the mass"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Vernisse - The Grey Hills**\n\nThe strategy wall pushed the pikemen back. Their halberds were not enough to shatter the shield wall. Without shields of their own, they were forced to give ground... And men. But then the armsen with the mechanical weapons loaded and fired: a hail of short-ranged crossbow fire ripped trough wood and metal rims. Bolts pierced shields and flesh, shattered bones.\nThe berserkers took few casualties thanks to their sturdy constitution, and most of the damage had been tanked by the warriors at the front, leaving the archers unharmed, but many of the the wounds left by the machines ran deep.\n\nThe crossbowmen did not have enough time to unleash a second volley, the retaliatory arrows of the berserkergang caught several of them in the open before they could dive for cover. Alas, it had stopped the shield wall advance long enough for the pikemen to take formation once again. Dagstygg could now figure out their strategy: the pikemen were never supposed to defeat them, they would only delay them long enough for the marksmen to unleash on the gang their esoteric weapons.\n\nNo sign of the knight, he had apparently abandoned his men. But like the flare earlier heralding incoming reinforcements, it was a bad omen."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berseksgangr\nVenisse village\n\nHe would call for those uninjured to drag the injured backwards in the shield wall, the now missing area of shields would soon be closed again as the shield wall tightened to replace their injured, as the Jarl roared he would blow into his horn, unleashing a volley of arrows over shield wall and toward the paladins. These arrows were broad headed, thick, and long, clearly these were made for shredding through the abominations of the witherlands these men came from. The shield wall would begin to advance with a loud and syncronous \"Hough!\" As the crossbowmen were forced the somewhat long process of reloading compared to archers.\n\n\"Fylltu í götin og ýttu! Bogfimi að vild!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Vernisse village - The Grey Hills**\n\nThe garrison soldiers, protected only by a curaisse and helmet, were felled whenever they attempted formation. Seeing how the villagers had ran into the hills, one of the sargeants called his remaining men to regroup inside the tower. Dagstygg's tactics had proven effective, if not yet final.\n\nTo allow for the distraction needed to buy time, the knight came from the archer's flank, leaping with his stallion over the thunder of the storm. He managed to slay two of the archers before fading into the tempest agin, but he was too far to enter the tower. The garrison closed the doors without him."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nVenisse village\n\nDagstygg would grin and call to his men, commanding them to load the newly dead aboard the ship so they may recieve proper burial at the encampment. They had no hope of getting into the tower without siege equipment. They had what they needed, and wasted no time loading their plunder upon their ships. Dagstygg removed his helmet and locked eyes with the knight, before lifting his axe to the sky, a bolt of lightning flashing behind him before he cries out in his native tongue\n\n\"Blóð fyrir blóðguðinn!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Vernisse Village**\n\nIt had been a better decison than even Dagstygg would've accounted for. Had they decided to go back to the ships later, they would've been seized by the ennemies who could be now seen sailing from the river fortress.\n\nThe retreat and losses had given no chance to take prisonners, but the rest of the bounty more than made up for it: for a town this small, the houses had proven to be surprisngly loaded with valuables. This land had grown fat on it's own riches and harvests.\n\nThere was still no clue as to why the town had been so unusually defended, but Dagstygg would have time to ponder on it later. It was a strange land, but it was a land of fortune."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi looked at the young girl, then at her plate, then back up at her with a grin making its way across his lips. \"Only a bit hungry, eh?\" He said, chuckling a little at his own joke before taking a rag out of his pocket and softly tilting her head up. \n\n\"Don't eat so fast you make yourself sick.\" He said, wiping the corner of her mouth. He let her eat again, and set the wool rag beside her. He waited until she was finished with her bowl before taking it and filling it up again. \"You haven't eaten in a couple of days. You might as well go ahead and eat more. Soon we may be traveling again.\" He said, sitting beside her again. \n\n\"Speaking of bows, we have some. Many, in fact. Enough for you to find a bow that will fit. We can always make adjustments if needed. But first, I have a gift for you.\" He said, reaching to the small sheath at his waist. He placed it on the table. Inside held a small dagger, with a razor sharp edge. \"Should you need it. If you don't know how to wield it I'll show you.\" He said, pushing it over to her. \n\n\"Hand me your hands.\" He said, taking her hands and studying them. They were small, but they were rough. They had been used. \n\n\n\nHe let go of her hands and looked up towards her. \"What did you do all of these years? You said you were taken, but where?\" He asked, before taking their glasses and filling them again."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berserksgangr\nNear Rustlands and Grey Hills border\n\nThe Ismóðrian raiding party was travelling to return from whence they came, a nearly day long sail. This was considered a successful raid, minimal casualties, zero was rare so this was the optimal outcome. The Jarl was stood at the prow of his ship, hanging off the hull slightly with his arm grasping the dragon figurehead. He would lift an arm amd spin his hand in a circle, before pointing at the shore. The ships would make a slow veer towards shore before cleaving into the sands of the rustlands. They seemed to be stopping to recuperate"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**THE RUSTLANDS**\n\nThe region had many small rivers that bled into the sea. Tempting waters for raids, but it was a deceitful ruse of nature. No one could quite explain why, but everyone agreed that this land of red clay and dark trees was better left alone. If the southern fields were _blessed_, then this land was _cursed_.\n\nThe coast of this region offered little plunder. During their first sailing, all the Berserksgangr had found was a stilt town of muck, grime, and sandy muds. It's ugly skeletal inhabitants lived day to day, fishing what they could from the shallow waters, and occasionally feasting on the dead whales that washed up on their shores. A bad omen. Some had argued that larger towns could've been found further inland, but the spotters had urged the rest of the sailors to keep moving south.\n\nThe situation was different now: while the raiders had been lucky to take few losses, said luck had come at the cost of many wounded. None of the wounds were grievous, but they could not be left ignored. It was vital for Dagstygg that the Berserksgangr regained it's fighting strength without delay.\n\nThe longship went up the river, but the landscape only became more monotonous: more red rocks, more grey clouds, more dark trees.\n\nEventually, the spotters saw something: a palisade. Behind it, a town of grey rocks that looked more like a camp than a settlement. The town had no gate protecting the river entrance. Instead, it had a single watchtower from where a man waved a red banner at the longship.\n\n\"Careful! Sharp rocks on the riverbed! Do not dock your ship until you've passed the gate. Steer slowly!\" He shouted."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nMixed emotions flew through Loralie's head as she held he dropped her hands, her minding racing to answer his questions. She wanted to tell him the truth, but she couldn't. Only a part of it.\n\n\"When... Well, I grew up in a rougher orphanage, I suppose,\" She finally said as he returned with her full glass of water.\"We were always kept busy, whether it was school or... Sports.\" Sports was hardly the word to describe the horrors that the children at the Academy faced daily, but she knew better than to explain what had happened to Levi.\n\n\"May we please go look at the bows?\" She asked with a smile as she stood up from the bench, slipping the dagger into her dress pocket. \"Or maybe I should get a haircut? How long does that take? I want to be bald.\"\n\nShe looked down at Gabriel, who was already done eating his scraps of raw meat and licking his beak. He sauntered over to her and squeaked, and she obliged by picking the griff up and letting him lie across the back of her shoulders. Though it was a bit obvious she was trying to change the subject, she couldn't bring herself to answer him fully yet. She came to Northwind for a fresh start, and she didn't want her past to dirty her present.\n\nBesides, a haircut and new bow was very tempting."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills**\n\nSpring had come early to the Grey Hills. Ironic, considering the snowstorm that had hit the Sun Gate some days ago. Jeanne hated winter: it forced her to remain caged inside the keep, where she would have to bear the dullards of her family like her father Cyprien of her half-brother Bastien. Even her mother could be annoying at times. Obsessive bitch. Only her beloved brother Jean understood her where no one else did.\n\nJeanne loved spring: it was a time of hunting and horse riding. A time of colors and leisure in anticipation of the Greenfest tournament. It was also the time when she could finally shed her silk dresses, cut her hair short, and wear the light armor that she had comissioned. Her parents didn't approve of their eldest daugther playing knight, but she didn't care. In Jeanne's opinion, riding and swimming were life's perennial pleasures.\n\nOn her way to the stables, she noticed a man arguing with the guards on the other side of the waterfall drawbridge. His white hair confused Jeanne at first, making her think he was yet another of her distant relatives, but upon closer inspection he proved to be something else entirely. None of her relatives would wear black for starters, it was an inky and dour color that didn't fit House de Lysse, or the land they ruled over. His eyes were also yellow, not indigo like Jeanne's.\n\n\"I assume you are the man my mother is expecting?\" She said to the stranger.\n\nSelene had mentionned a court agent would arrive soon. An \"Ace in the hole\" She had said. Even with her husband gone far away to the isles, that woman couldn't resist plotting something."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills**\n\nThe man at the other side of the drawbridge was more than happy to be out of the snow, having traveled through it to get to the keep. He'd stood there for at least half an hour, arguing with the guards about his entry into the keep. At points, Cornelius couldn't help but throw out unpleasant explatives at the men. They were in the way of his work, something he hated more than most things.\n\nWhen he heard the lady call out to him, he was at last relieved. As soon as the guards shut their mouths in response, he brushed past them, intentionally impacting one of them as he passed through, eventually meeting up with Lady Jeanne. His posture noticably straightened perfectly when he approached. A scar ran down the left side of his face, starting at his forehead, skipping over the eye, and running down his cheek. His hair was kept as kempt as possible without a barber. It was slicked back and running a little longer that it should. Cornelius bowed his head to the lady before introducing himself.\n\n\"If your mother is the one who can't forge a signature, then I very well might be. I am called Cornelius,\" He said, unfurling the letter he was sent. \"I received this in Sol, and your relatives at the Sun Gate sent me here.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nA signature. An envoy from the Sun Gate.\nJeanne hated to admit it, but this was a matter that would require her attention. Looks like her morning ride was destined to be dead on arrival after all.\n\n\"Follow me,\" She said as she got off her horse. \"If you are not entirely sure of why you are here, then it has to be my mother who summoned you.\"\n\nJeanne led Cornellius across the bridge and into the halls of the Keep Sempiternal.\n\nThe interior of the fastness contrasted with it's castle-like appearence. Here, the tunnels were wide and tall. The walls and columns were of colored marble... But the most noticeable difference wasn't just in terms of aesthetic, but rather in terms of theme. Half of the corridors and towers were sculpted over the mointain, the other half were carved inside it. If the shell of the Keep Sempiternal looked like a fastness, it's belly was definitevely an art gallery: exquisite statues could be found at every corner, paintings were held in every wall. At every possible opportunity, the Keep made use of it's large windows to show Cornelius the valley below. Even the torch holders and chandeliers were exposition pieces in their own right.\n\n\"You didn't mention your name, did you?\" Asked Jeanne. \"Mine is Jeanne. Jeanne de Lysse.\"\n\nShe ran her hand across her short white hair."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie made herself steel as the woman picked up the knife. She knew the woman wouldn't hurt her. Though Levi's comment about her head getting cut clean off made her a bit uneasy. She smiled at Ms. Frincilla nervously. \"Oh, um... Whatever you think is best,\" She said as she was guided to sit down. \"Though I don't mind if it's a bit short.\"\n\nMs. Frincilla tsked as she held up the length of Loralie's hair. \"A bit short,\" She repeated. \"Alright, I will see what I can do. I will make it look pretty, don't worry,\" She said with a comforting pat on Loralie's shoulder. The young girl couldn't care less what it looked like, as long as it was short and out of the way.\n\nIt took about twenty minutes, but finally the older woman made a sound of approval. \"Finished. What do you think?\" She asked, handing a small mirror to Loralie while she kept the other.\n\nHer hair was now short, and it lined the edge of her jaw. Instead of being a shaggy rug, it neatly framed her face, bringing attention to her sharp cheekbones and green eyes. She reached one hand and was delighted to see that she could barely tuck the hair behind her ear so it was completely out of the way. Her head and neck had never felt so light. Though it was so much shorter, it was still pretty in a rugged way.\n\n\"I love it,\" She said with a whisper, still staring at her reflection. She almost looked like a different person."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "The man couldn't help but admire the scenery both inside the castle and out. It was the single most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. His eyes wandered about the ornate masonry, art, and the valley below.\n\n\"My brothers and sisters named me Cornelius,\" He said, \"No family name. I must say, this castle alone puts the rathole that I came from to shame. The masonry is, for lack of a better word, exquisite.\"\n\nHe attempted to fill the air with some idle conversation until they made there way to wherever the hell they were going. He straightened his collar as they walked. One thing that that Jeanne could note is that his footsteps weren't only quiet, they were absolutely silent on the floor below, and his breathing equally so.\n\n\"Does your mother make a habit of summoning dangerous men under a false name?\" He joked."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeane de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"My mother makes a habit of many things.\" Jeanne slid her fingers behind her ear. \"You will find that her mind is a dark coil.\"\n\nCornelius styled himself as a dangerous man. By looks alone, Jeanne would be willing to bet he was either a killer or a bodyguard, but it's not like her mother was in need of those. Or was she?\n\n\"You said you were a dangerous man, Cornelius. What is your talent?\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"Murder certainly isn't my favorite trade, but I am much more than capable should such services be required. My work with a pen, however, is what I am most proud of. Sword strokes may deliver deaths, but pen strokes order them, after all. I'd be very happy to demonstrate when it's most convenient.\"\n\nHe paused for a moment.\n\n\"I've also been required to do much, much worse things than murder, nothing a fair maiden such as yourself should hear in any great detail. There are fates worse than death.\"\n\nCornelius' face had been mostly blank up until this point. Following that last remark, his eyes showed a hint of disgust."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nWhat a cocksure bastard. Flaunting his supposed skill in the art of lies, and reveling in his attempt at intimadtion. Jeanne had learned by experience that the most dangerous men were often the ones who kept to themselves. Or at least that's what her other said.\nWhat truly annoyed Jeanne was the way the man percieved her: ignorant, weak. Just like her father and her half-brother did. Despite her short hair, riding trousers, and blouse, this Cornelius still had the gall to call her a \"Fair maiden\" Unable to bear the burden of life's many horrors.\n\nHe was right about something though: there were fates worse than death. Jeanne wondered what Cornellius would think of the secret rituals and ceremonies held by the serpent lodges in the darkest corners of the keep.\nWould he change his mind? Would he be disgusted? Horrified?\nShe ran her tongue trough her lips at thought of it.\n\n\"Selene de Lysse awaits you inside.\" She told him. Her hand gestured towards a small wooden door. \"The lady of the House is my mother. Would you like me to introduce you to her, or do you prefer to meet her alone?\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal\n\nThe man was happy to finally meet his employer, and although he'd intended to speak one last sentence to the lady, he saved the breath, maneuvering around her and entering the room. He spoke once the door shut behind him.\n\n\"I hope the gods smite me before I have to make idle conversation again. It's difficult being polite.\"\n\nHis blank face morphed into that of displeasure. Now in the presence of the one he'd be working for, every facade of his withered in a near instant.\n\n\"Especially in front of women.\"\n\nHis perfect posture slowly but steadily degraded. It wasn't poor by any means, but it certainly wasn't worthy of public view.\n\n\"At the very least, it's so much easier to read men,\" He said, taking a breath. \"Sorry for my rant, Lady Selene. I'm told you sought me out under your... Brother's name. You should work on your forgeries, by the way. I don't suppose it would be overstepping my bounds to ask why I was summoned. Would it?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nSelene was resting under the beam of a narrow skylight, her legs crossed under the shallow waters and petals of a baptismal pool carved in the centre of the floor. The room itslef was barely illuminated, with only the dim flicker of aromatic candles fighting against the dark in those places beyond the reach of the perfumed waters.\n\n\"If your question is why I summoned you trough a lie, the answer lies in the lie itself. It was a test of your mettle, Cornelius. Lesser men would've turned away, but not you. You have a thirst for knowledge.\"\n\nHer voice was mellow and pugnant. Like mulled wine.\n\nLady de Lysse stood up. The water dripping from her waist made her white tunic fade into translucence below her knees. Like Jeanne, a mane of ashen hair framed her sculpted face, but unlike her, the violet eyes possesed the hypnotic glow of rare gems.\n\n\"I am indeed, your new employer. And as I mentionned in the letter, a friend of the late Lady Heloise.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nThere was a grin followed by a brief chuckle.\n\n\"I'd prefer it if the flattery was set aside while conducting business, Lady Selene.\"\n\nCornelius pressed his back against the wall, and he slunk down to a sitting position. He unbuttoned the button on his collar, and a long breath of relief superceded it. It was clear now that he'd been on the road for far too long. This was his first respite since leaving Sol.\n\n\"I won't ask how you knew my late master, but I am inclined to wonder what deplorable work you'll have me doing; I find it difficult to imagine a world where I am asked to be an honest man for a living.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"The task at hand is far from a henious crime. On the contrary, it will create a safer world for future generations. For my daughter.\"\nCornelius didn't fully understood why, but his gut told him that by \"Her daughter\", Selene had not meant Jeanne.\n\n\"The task at hand is very simple, yet it presents a great challenge: I will give you a list of names, and I want you to collect everything that is known about them. Their past, their dreams, their secrets, their loved ones, the mark they have left in the world since infancy... I want to know it all, as little and insignificant as it may be. I want to know these people better than they know themselves.\"\n\nShe handled Cornelius an old piece of paper. Three names were written on it.\n\n_Calypso Kolgrim\nRaegan Koern\nJohn de Burgh_\n\n\"I have ranked them by what I believe is the difficulty of the tasks at hand, but you are free to pursue your search in any order you please. Find who these people are. Roll back the thread of their lives all the way back to their cradle.\nBut I see you look tired, meister Cornelius. So allow me to recieve you tonight as our as guest here at the Keep Sempiternal. House de Lysse would be honoured to have you.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and the Berserksgangr\nThe Rustlands\n\nThe Jarl would look on at the man shouting to them from the watchtower before looking down into the sea, indeed, the sea floor was treacherous. He would order his men to steer through the gates but be on their guard, those not rowing formed two somewhat small shield walls on either side of the ships incase they were towing ship into trouble"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle - The Rustlands**\n\nThe town didn't seem to present much threat at first glance.\nBuilt halfway over a small canyon carved by the river on a colossal rock, the town sprawled like a fungal parasite on an ingrown toenail.\nIt's people were ragged and dirty but vigorous. They strolled along the river carrying lumber, pelts, and iron tools made from the settlements many forges.\nSeveral armed guards could be seen posted nearby, but their focus was on helping the merchants keep an eye over their caged slaves.\n\nOf all the people walking around the miserable dock of the village, only a black haired man had the luxury of doing it in horseback, thus sparing his boots from the rusty clay of the muddy soil.\nLike the garrison commander of the grey hills, he wore knight armor. Unlike him however, said armor was limited to a chestplate, vambrances, and greaves. Most of his protection came in the form of chainmail and thick furs, of which a lage cape was the most prominent.\n\n\"Halt!\" He said to the newcomers. \"You must dock starboard! The passage is narrow, and we need to account for transit.\"\n\nIndeed. The Berserksgangr's longship was the largest ship behind the palissade, it's bulk alone eclipsed the pauper canoes and sailships of the town's inhabitants."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Sun Gate**\n\nThe man read through the names on the parchment a few times and burned them into the back of his skull. After standing once more, his hand brought the paper over a candle flame. It burned away in his hand until he let it drop to the floor below, leaving little more than a few ashes behind. He would not be discovered with his own death warrant in pocket. That would be very embarrassing.\n\n\"It's a personal policy of mine to minimize the risk of by head and neck being separated at a given point in time. Is there a place and/or persons I could use to gather some information before these three and I come into contact?\"\n\nThere was a brief pause and a breath before he opened his mouth. He stopped himself before his vocal cords vibrated, and after which, his mouth shut again."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl, Marmots cradle.\n\nLooking around at the modest sized settlement around him, he saw opportunity. He had goods in tow, and whatever could be sold to lighten his load would be best done soon. Being one of the few that spoke the common tongue of Northwind, he took the role of emissary and approached the guard, slinging his axe back into its sheath on his back. \n\n\"Hail, Guardsman! I will have our ships moved as you please. Do not let our appearance unsettle you, we come to do trade in furs and jewelery.\" \n\nHe turned around and muttered to his fleetmaster, to which they would nod and begin shouting to the men aboard the ships, they take out their oars and begin maneuvering the ships into place, opening the way for transit."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern - Marmot's Cradle (The Rustlands)**\n\nThe rider was surpised by the stanger's arrival. They were big men in a big boat, and their leader could be arguably considered a giant. He had seen lots of things in Northwind, but so far nothing like these newcomers.\n\n\"I'm not an armsman from this village, but I'm well known around these parts. What can I help you with?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\n\nThey spoke with a strange accent, these men, and plastered around their ships and even their bodies were strange symbols foreign to these lands, not just to northwind, but the whole of Marin. The Jarl removed his helmet and held it under his arm.\n\n\"Hail, I am Dagstygg Elirson, chieftan of the Berserksgangr, I have come in the company of my men in search of trade. We are new to these lands, and along the way have noticed many sites of battle. We require information on what sort of place we are in, and what wars may be in our midst, as to avoid them.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal (The Grey Hills)**\n\n\"The Kolgrim woman is a noblewoman from Sol, and I believe you know of the estate her family owns in Sol. That would be a good place to start.\nRaegan Koern never leaves a ruined castle in Northwind's shores that she calls 'The Lighthouse', but I'd advice against collecting information directly, her scout network is quite problematic. She has eyes and ears all over the Rustlands and beyond.\nWith John de Burgh you will have no shortage of information: the man is shrouded in myth and legend. With him, your task will be to separate the made up stories from the truth by any means necessary.\"\n\nSelene returned to the waters of her pool. Like a white serpent coiling back into it's lair.\n\n\"I wish you best of luck in your hunt.\"\n\nJeanne was outside, waiting to lead Cornellius to his room. As Selene had promised, he would be able to rest surrounded by the finest comforts. The bed that had been laid out for him was comparable to that of a minor noble.\n\n\"If you need anything, be sure to ask. And... Be *Daring* When doing so,\" She whispered.\n\nOn the table, she left a silver coin with a viper engraved on it.\n\n**Rian Koern - Marmot's Cradle (The Rustlands)**\n\nThe ranger burst out laughing.\n\n\"Well you have chosen a fine place to land! I regret you to inform you that these lands we call the Rustlands are part of Northwind, and as out popular songs so brilliantly put it...\"\n\nThe ranger began to sing:\n\n\"_ 🎶 There's a hole in the world like a great black pit\nAnd the vermin of the world inhabit it 🎶 \n🎶 and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit\nAnd it goes by the name of North-wind._ 🎶 \"\n\nHe cleared his throat.\n\n\"That being said, if what you are looking for is trade, then that we can offer. Lots of goods, all bought with our own sweat and blood.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe Jarl would turn around and face his men, lifting an arm and waving them to come. The crew begins lifting anything tradeable that they do not need off the ships and into the harbour\n\n\"Sounds like the very place we came from. Cold. Unruly. Wild and full of blood.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\n\n\n\"The Rustlands are not always cold, but they're always bitter. This settlement here is an exeption around these parts, you will soon see that most of the land is desolate, or filled with vicious predators, animal and otherwise. Caravans try to cross the wilderness as fast as they can, but they can't always avoid stepping into the vermin that plagues the region. That's why they need towns like these, and also rangers like myself: we keep the vermin at bay.\"\n\nThe man pointed at a group of rangers, dressed in a similar fashion as him, waiting by one of the forges. Like Rian, they had brought horses with them, but they'd left them outside while they warmed near the fires.\n\n\"Those are my men, the knight-rangers of House Koern. And I am Rian, their captain. We're here replenishing supplies for our next patrol, so we sadly won't be able to spend much time here. But you can always speak with the Mayrrif, leader of this town: it stands for mayor & sherrif, in case you were wondering. Must've sounded better in his head, I tell you.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Aye. My homeland, Ísmoðir, is a far northern land. Far colder than this. I have heard men in these lands call the island chain it belongs to \"The Witherlands\". No man would dare travel by foot for trade, and if he did, he would hire men to defend oneself, employing what you call \"Warriors\", Drengr, in our tongue. Those who were lucky would travel by the whale road on ship.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nShe was his daughter. He could see himself in her. Even though they had only known each other for a short period of time, he knew there was no denying it. \n\n\"It's beautiful.\" He said, thanking Frincilla. He knew she would ask for something in return, but for now it didn't matter. He smiled as the young girl admired her new hair before turning. \n\n\"Once you tire of staring in that mirror all day, join me on the practice field. I'm going to have a few bows ready for you to test when you arrive.\" He said, leaving and walking out of the tent. He frowned when a piece of snow fell into his eyes, and pulled his cloak tighter. \n\n*I hate the cold.* He thought, walking towards the field. \n\n\"Mikael, do you have what I asked you for?\" He asked a man nearby who was stringing a small bow.\n\n\"Here. Just finished up the last one.\" Mikael said, handing Levi three different sized bows. Levi nodded and gestured towards a barrel of arrows. \n\n\"Bring that as well. Follow me.\" He said, before walking to the field and marking a line. Targets lined the edge of the clearing, and small notches marked different distances. When Loralie arrived Levi laid the three bows on a nearby table. \n\n\"Take your pick.\" He said, before backing up and giving her space."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nThe Marmot's Cradle\n\n\"The Witherlands? That is sure far from here. And strange. Why come here of all places when you are fortunate enough to have a seaworthy ship? You could've sailed to the Grey Hills, northern products are always in high demand for...\"\n\nHe stopped mid-sentence as he saw the first wounded come ashore.\n\n\"I'll call my men, believe it or not we're good physicians. We get wounded often.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\n\"Right. Thats just it. If the demand is so high for products in these grey hills you speak of, it will be crawling with merchants. Better to go where competition is low and make many small deals quickly, as opposed to spending all day looking to make one large sale, wouldn't you say?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle (The Rustlands)**\n—-\nRian Koern\n\n\"Indeed. Our lands may not be prosperous, but provided you have the right wares, you will find a buyer. Though I must admit that I'm surprised: with men of your size, I'd carve my fortune as a warrior, not a merchant. There is one thing that is more valuable in the Northwind than anywhere else, and that's muscle. Blades willing to protect the goods and the caravans passing trough the region. You could earn lots of coin by acting as mercenaries. Though for this particular town, I wouldn't recommend it...\"\n\n—-\n\nJarthec prided himself in being a practical man: the only man practical enough to govern the nest of rats known as Marmort's Cradle. The people despised him, as his nickname of \"The vulture\" Could attest, but he knew they needed him. He knew how to make himself irreplaceable, when all the others were expendable. He alone knew more than one language, and the advanced mathematics required to ensure fair barter in the town. The rest had been easy: get power, get rid of anyone who could do what he did, keep power. After years of wiggling his way to the mayor position, he had finally reached that point where he was too big to fail.\n\nOf course, this only applied to the Marmot's Cradle. Outsiders were always an issue. Their mere presence always threatened the town's delicate balance of power.\n\n\"Clayton!\" He called his guard. \"Form the town guard, I want to recieve the newcomers.\"\n\n\"Is it it necessary? The rangers are dealing with them.\"\n\n\"Did I stutter?\" Jarthec's mouth turned into an angry rictus of dirty teeth.\n\n\"I'll summon them at once, Meyrrif!\" Replied his guard.\n\nJarthec was a craven old man: withered, hunched, spiteful... Despite his hatred for the vulture nickname, the townfolk had picked it right. He was the same age as the veteran Clayton, but looked a couple decades older than him. He'd never grown fond of his head guard, but it was the only man he could stand, and who could stand him.\n\n\"Gretha, get my cape!\"\n\nA sound of chains could be heard as a little girl, no older than fifteen winters, emerged from the corner of the attic that Jarthec used as his office. She was dressed with rags and a metal ring that circled her neck. Jarthec had chosen the attic for it's panoramic view of the rooftops, the girl for her blonde hair and submissive nature.\n\nOnce he was ready, he went to meet Clayton outside.\n\n\"Come on, let's go welcome the newcomers! And more importantly, remind them of our tariffs. Safety ain't free in Northwind.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nAs he hears these words a grin would form on his face, he sets his hand on the mans shoulder, turning him to face the well armed warband \"Who's to say we do not? My men are for hire, as am I, for the right price... But, before we can think of working as Drengr, we need money to be on our feet.\"\n\nHe watched as those who managed to sell off some goods in the harbour began to load up chests of coins onto the ships"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The Ranger & The Vulture\nMarmot's Cradle - The Rustlands\n\nRian looked at the men loading the chests with suspicion. The Rustlands was a poor land: all non-barter trade was made exclusively in copper and lead coins, with the vaults of the Mayrrif hoarding all of the gold. The visitors were selling at a loss. Why? Were they not aware of how trade worked in the Rustlands? Or were those wares stolen and they didn't care about them? Still, why not keep the wares?\n\n\"What are you selling?\" He asked. \"Where did you get that gold?\"\n\nHis intuition was telling him that something wasn't right. The berserker's bounty looked strangely familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on as to why. Right when he was about to pursue his questioning, someone interrupted: it was the Mayrrif.\n\n\"Oh ranger, who cares where they got that gold from? We'll gladly purchase those jewels in exchange of anything they may need: medicine, pelts, you name it! I can even give you slaves, they're quite the commodity in Marin.\"\n\nThe hunched silhoutte of the vulture was followed by a full platoon of poorly equipped townguard. Rian knew not to trust appearances. Northwind bred men who were tough as nails, and the Mayrrif picked only the most brutal and sadistic for his townguard force. Even Rian's rangers didn't dare mess with them... At least not anymore.\n\n\"I am the Mayrrif of this town,\" Said the Vulture to Dagstygg. \"Ask for anthing and we shall provide! But of course, you will need to pay your docking tax first. The Marmot's Cradle is an oasis of freedom and security in the Rustlands, but this is still Northwind: freedom ain't free!\"\n\nHis hands were already rubbing at the prospect of claiming a part of the longship's plundered treasure."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe bear of a man would slowly turn to look at The Vulture, he grunted at the prospect of having to pay for anything after what they had just done and the effort involved. \n\n\"And what is the cost of this tax.\" \n\nHe crossed his arms as he looked down at the group of men with a slight frown, his biggest concern was the building supplies, and so he wasn't exactly furious about a tax with gold."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The Mayrrif\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Well...\"Said the vulture with his raspy voice. \"These are very dangerous lands, like you probably have no idea. Normally, merchants give us **A quarter** Of their merchandise for the privilege of selling the rest inside this safe haven. But! As a show of good faith, and because this is your first venture in our town, we shall give you a discount. The docking tax will amount to only 15% of all your wares... As long as you pay it exclsively in _gold_.\"\n\nThe way he pronounced that last word was... Strange. The Mayrrif struggled to contain his exitement as what he he said sounded more like \"Gwoldh\" Than the actual word."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nHe would turn around to face his men, some overhearing the conversation, they all seemed discontented, one was even sharpening his axe while staring through the Mayrrif. He waved down all his men and shouted to them\n\n\"Heyrirðu það? Litli maðurinn er að gera okkur greiða!\"\n\nTo that, nearly all of the warband bursts into laughter, he laughs himself for a few moments before turning to face the man again\n\n\"This tax I will pay, let me make it clear it is not for our protection. You are bold. Some may admire it, or some may take it as disrespect.\" \n\nDagstygg would stop two men as they walk past with large chests of gold on their shoulders, out of the ten chests of gold they managed to grab, Dagstygg would order these men to drop two of them, amounting to around twenty percent as opposed to fifteen\n\n\"And as a show of *My* Good faith. I will give you twenty percent, so that next time you may remember my generosity.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern & The Mayrrif \n\n\"Ohoho!,\" Exlaimed the Vulture as his hands went to the chests. \"Well of course! I will certainly remember you! Protection or not, as long as you pay, it's all that matters.\"\n\nThe knight-ranger frowned in dissaproval. As the Mayrrif ordered his soldiers to carry the gold ans walked away, Rian turned towards Dastygg:\n\n\"You know you didn't have to give him more than what he asked for, right? That man is a petty tyrant, hoarding gold in his vaults while the rest of the town lives in squalor. We gave up on getting rid of when he started hanging innocents as retaliation whenever House Koern attempted to remove him. He's not a man. He's a vulture in human skin. And his thugs from the townsguard are no better. There is no reason to do him any favours.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\n\"My men have a short temper. It was not for him, it was for them. You see... Have a look at Hormir, the one with the axe on the prow of that ship. He is not pleased. I am hoping that next time I come to this place, this... Vulture, will be less greedy, so that Hormir won't rip him open and eat his liver. Or worse... Calls for his wife, Gunhildr...\"\n\nHe points to a woman even larger than Hormir who is in mid arguement with another man, she was broad shouldered, muscular, and had a massive scar running from her forehead to her collarbone, the arguement was cut short as she delivered a headbutt to the mans forehead, knocking him out. The worst part about that was, she wasn't wearing a helmet... But the man was."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nStrange men... And women these were. Rian wondered if they were really human. The majorty of them were what he would call \"Big\", and their leader was almost a giant. It wouldn't be good if they became friends with the Meyrrif. The last thing the Rustlands needed was for that craven vulture to get it's dirty hands on more bloodthirsty men.\n\n\"Do you plan on staying long in this town?\" He asked Dagstygg."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"That depends on if there is anything for us here. I will have words with you, come. Drink with me aboard a Drakkar.\"\n\nHe gestures for Rian to follow, leaping onto the largest of the ships and clearing men out of the way so that the two may sit and talk"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nDagstygg's longship - Marmot's Craddle.\n\nRian sat in front of the giant, and looked around. He was no fool. Now that he could examine the loot up close, he realized it was clearly plundered. Probably from somewhere inTerresol. He turned a blind eye, his job was protecting the Rustlands, not the distant domains of Charity Lane.\n\n\"Truth be told, I do have a couple things you and I could work together in, but I need first to figure out exactly who am I talking with. You mentionned you're here for supplies, but I see many wounded. Were you ambushed at sea?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\n\"I will not lie to you, we are raiders, in our tongue the word is Vikingr. It is of belief in our culture that goods can be taken if earned by blood. The wounds we bear were acquired in a raid.\" \n\nHe leans foreward slightly and pours the man a horn of mead"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nMarmot's Cradle\n\n\"Northwind doesn't need more raiders, but I am not shameless enough to antagonize men who have come looking for a safe haven and have treated me with respect. I will ignore you today, but I must also warn you that cleansing the Rustlands of raiders is our duty as knight-rangers of Koern. Nor can I ignore your plunder of Terresolian lands as long as our house remains sworn to De Lysse of the Grey Hills. For better or worse, you are under the protection of the vulture, and that means that we're already up to a bad start. I hope you will not cause much damage to our land, though it wouldn't be too bad if we got the chance to cross our blades, don't you think?\"\n\nHe didn't drink the mead. Not because of any suspicion, but out of habit. Rian never drank anything on patrols, exept for the water carried by his horse, and the one found on the scarce non-toxic springs of the region."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie's neck felt a chill of cold, as it was no longer protected from the wind, but it made her feel alive in a way. She glanced back up at Levi, and once he nodded in approval, she took the medium-sized bow. Placing her hand on the bowstring, she tested its tension and resistance. It was satisfactory.\n\nShe licked her lips, wondering how much of her skill she should display. It felt as though it had been much too long since she had held a bow in her hands. The wood was soft against her fingers. She reached over and docked an arrow, and then raised the bow. Aiming at the nearest target, Loralie's green eyes locked on the mark. She felt the force of the wind as well as its direction, and adjusted accordingly before taking a breath. At the last moment, she adjusted her aim ever so slightly before releasing her fingers from the bowstring.\n\nThe arrow flew threw the air before thunking hard into target, barely missing the bulleye."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Elirson\nMarmots cradle\n\n\"I would not bend the knee to men I do not know. Either way, we are indiscriminant to who we raid, when we raid that is. We do not raid often, you see, it is done out of neccessity. And we are just as likely to raid other raiders as well, even more likely I would wager due to the fact that they are often less armed than... Well, you and your friends. Now. I must ask *You* Something, and we must speak in a hushed tone... It is no secret that you are displeased with this, Vulture, you call him...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nMarmot's Cradle\n\n\"The Mayrrif?\" Rian spat. \"I don't know what else I can tell you about him. For generations, House Koern has protected the people of the Rustlands from raiders and beasts alike. The Mayrrif is both, and he has ensured that removing him is no easy task. Even if we were to cut the head of the serpent, the rest of his creatures would lash out and brutalize the population in retaliation. His existence is an insult to our mission, but as much as it pains me to say... He is a necessary evil.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nA somewhat spindly, well... Spindly for the Ísmóðirians, would cleave his axe into the seat next to Rian before sitting down. He leaned foreward slightly and looked between Dagstygg and Rian before speaking.\n\n\"And what is to stop them from being killed as well? Or perhaps... If someone were to show an intense display of this Vulture's death, they would not be so foolish as to try anything. Has anyone petitioned your lord for assistance?\"\n\nThe look on Dagstygg's face would be one of interest, he seemed to agree with the man who had just sat down."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nMarmot's Cradle\n\n\"We have. But House de Lysse has better things worry about than a rat like the Meyrrif,\" There was a resentment in Rian's voice. \"The reason we can't kill them is because they retaliate by killing the towspeople, and there are too many of them to kill'em all at once. Our duty is not to kill the Mayrrif, but to protect the townspeople. Sacrificing innocents to kill the vulture would defy the whole purpose of killing that craven miser in the first place.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Look around you, Knight. I have brought four ships with me on my voyage, and each ship carries thirty men. There are just over one hundred men sitting here in the harbor, and only a few are injured. Not one of those men would expect this to be a revolt if we were to kill this Meyrrif, they would simply see it as an act of destruction by sea raiders. We are already past the walls and inside the town, there is nothing they can do to stop us. I will command my men to make the safety of the villagers the priority, if that makes you feel more at ease.\"\n\nThe man sitting next to them would pull his axe from the seat and scratch his beard with it, before tossing it up in the air and catching it again, he gives his input once Dagstygg is done talking.\n\n\"He wants to kill the Meyrriff and put you in charge, lad. Night is soon approaching, if we flood in by night, they will not be ready. Our seafarer says that the conditions will be optimal for war, clear sky, and full moon. We will be able to see our enemy.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nRian knew Dastygg spoke the truth: if the raiders were to turn on the Meyrrif, then the crook would be done for. But these men were wild beasts. There was no guarantee that in their frenzy, they too wouldn't turn on the population. Besides Rian could not take the Vulture's position.\n\n\"Perhaps, but for you they don't need to hang civilians. They hold another thing hostage: your ships. You saw the rocks on the river. Getting ships in and out of the town is impossible. The moment you start killing the townsguard, they'll set fire to your boats. I've seen it happen before.\n\nYou may say: 'a spiteful act like that won't save them', and you'd be correct. But they know that without the longships, you will be stranded in Northwind. And Northwind runs on the spite of mutually assured destruction. People survive because they're willing to drag their ennemies down with them.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"If you would not have yourself on the lords seat, I will have something figured out. But know this, I will have this man removed. As for my ships... Not a man will be alive near the ships to burn them, and even if they were, I am no fool. I would of course leave a group behind to deal with an attack of this nature. If you want to see this town thrive, I must know the tactics of the soldiers here.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Rian Koern\nMarmot's Cradle\n\n\"See that vantage over there?\" He pointed towards the belltower of the Mayriff's mansion. \"That's one of the places from which they launch their incendiary javelins. The Mayriff has other hideouts, but I only know of that one.\"\n\nRian stood up, an threw his sword over his shoulder.\n\n\"I must return to my patrol, and so it is unlikely that you will see us here in a few days, but I wish you the best of luck in your endeavor. Other rangers might come after us though, we scions of Koern are always marauding around these parts. Do not underestimate the Mayrrif. A man that weak has not remained in place for so long by mere chance. You have an advantage, and it's that you have his liking. It might not be too hard to earn his trust as well.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"When you return, a new flag will be flying over this town. And its people will be well fed, I will see to this.\"\n\nThe Jarl would step off to the front of his ship and begin speaking to his comrades in their strange northern tongue, he carved a layout of the town onto a piece of wood using a dagger as he waved his war council over.\n\n\"Ég sé hagnað sem hægt er að græða í þessum bæ, það er nóg pláss fyrir okkur til að flytja fólkið okkar inn. Sjáðu turninn? Brenndu það. Ég vil að þessi blóðugi hlutur sé horfinn áður en bardaginn hefst. Við höfum olíu. Hægt er að nota krukkurnar til að valda sprengingu og eyðileggja turninn. Sjáðu það gert. Í kvöld heiðrum við Sigvör!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The Meyrrif\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nJarthec exited his vault. He had countted every last coin of gold many times over. Gold. Precious gold. It was clear from the craftsmanship of the bigger pieces that it had been stolen from the Grey Hills, but he didn't care. As long as the nothmen kept paying the docking tax, all the better if they kept plundering the south.\n\n\"Clayton!\"\n\n\"What do you need Mayrrif?\" Said the old veteran.\n\n\"Call the leader of the bigmen, I want to discuss a buisness partnership with him.\"\n\n\"At your command, Mayrrif.\"\n\nGood. Now that the Koern Rangers were not here anymore, Jarthec was free to carry out buisness as usual. These raiders were angels of fortune. Intimidating, warlike, and relatively ignorant of Northwind and it's ways. Jarthec wondered if they could even join the townsguard sometime in the near future. Yes, everything was falling in place. This is from where Jarthec could begin his rise to become a lord of the Rustlands. What would be his emblem? A marmot? Grey over clay field?\n\nOr perhaps... A vulture? Yes. The townies were not so stupid after all.\n\nNow the only thing left to do was telling Gretha to prepare his office for a visitor. They hadn't recieved one in a long time."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl \nMarmots cradle\n\nThe Jarl was sat on his ship sharpening his axe, he was quietly singing a song from their homeland. \n\n\"Få slap væk, og få blev hvor trælle,\nDem der slap væk, vil nu ku' fortælle,\nAt vi nu er klar, til atter en krig\nMod fjender af Hymir stolte kongerige...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Clayton - Marmot's Cradle**\n\n\"Heyo, young man!\" From the street below, the Jarl could hear someone calling to him. It was a grey bearded man, dressed in the clothes of the vulture's townsguard. \"Forgive me if I'm not one for formalites, but I was tasked with announcing you that the Mayrrif wants to meet you. He says he wants to strike a buisness deal with you and your men.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe man snorts as he rises to his feet. He slides his axe back into its sheath and crosses his arms. He glances to the man and returns with a question\n\n\"And where may I find your *Esteemed* Lord?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Clayton - Marmot's Cradle\n\n\"In his office, at the very top of his mansion. The Mayrrif likes the comfort of darkness.\"\n\nThe Town Hall. It was the building with the tower that Rian had warned Dagstygg about. One of the places where the Meyrrif hid his fire projectiles."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe man would begrudgingly make is way to the Mayriffs quarters, ducking his head as he walked inside. He would quickly make eye contact with the Mayriff once past the doors, and crossed his arms. He didn't say a word, he just waited."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Mayriff - Town Hall**\n\n\"Welcome!\" Exlaimed Jarthec. \"To my humble abode.\"\n\nIt was both a fitting description and a gross undestatement: the attic, like the rest of the mansion, was covered in dust. Yet, compared to the houses of the villagers, it was nothing short of a castle.\nThe sound of chains alerted Dagstygg to the presence of the ragged and famelic girl who waded across the murk of the room with an empty gaze. She was carrying a plate with bread and cheap liquor. An iron collar kept her shackled to the darkness of the room.\n\n\"That is Gretha, my fiancee,\" Explained the vulture. \"A sour reminder of one of the few times I've been scammed: I was promised a bride, and I got a girl instead. Oh well, soon it will make no difference: that all happened long ago, and she's almost ripe.\"\n\nJarthec sat next to the window, and invited Dagstygg to do the same.\n\n\"I am sorry that our food may not be up to par, but as you see, Northwind is a poor land. My people and I endure many privations. Which is why I wanted to discuss a trade partnership with you.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"You would be suprised by the gruel that us men of the witherlands eat... The meat of the monsters that call from my homeland is an acquired taste...\" \n\nDagstygg would step over to sit next to the man, the seat was only just big enough to hold him, and bent like a board under his weight. He watched the mans fiancee hobble across the room in chains, and in his eyes was disgust, not for the woman, but for her treatment as a wife. In his culture women were seen as equals, and were bringers of life, they were considered the holy creation of the sun godess Hulda, as opposed to the creation of the first god of war, Hymir. This only fueled his displeasure towards this worm named Jathec, but he would hear what the man had to say.\n\n\"I assume you called to me for something more important. Yes... You would not call me for Fika with a young Jarl...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Mayrrif - Marmot's Cradle**\n\n\"Well of course! Right to buisness, eh?\" Jarthec chuckled. \"I see that you got many wonded, and lots of wares. So I assume you are raiders who found themselves in a bad spot. Well, it just so turns out that I know how to solve your problems.\n\nYou have the men, and the ships. I have a safe haven located right between Terresol and the Witherlands.\n\nWe could strike a deal: you could use this town as your base of operations, and I could use you as a way to get some more revenue. I could even offer you contracts for a generous sum.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\n\"That is quite the offer... And an offer like that wikk require time to think on. My men may not be so interested in the idea of working for a lord they have only just met, let alone one who is not of their blood...\"\n\nHe folds his hands together and sits back in the chair slightly, looking out over the town. From this high point he was quietly taking note of the town's layout and easiest ways to make it to the ballista tower, he watched the routes the guards took and how one would avoid them."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The Mayrrif\nMarmot's cradle\n\nThe base of the tower had been impossible to locate on the way to the Mayrrif's office, for the mansion was an architectural nightmare. But now that he stood in the cellar, he could see that the wall opposite to the window was made from the same stone as the tower. It was also the wall where the vulture had chained the young girl to.\n\n\"If it's the approval of your men that concerns you, fear not,\" Said Jarthec. \"This accord is exclusively between you and me. For all they know, your men will be raiding for you, as they always have.\"\n\nThe Mayrrif stood from his chair and leaned over the window.\n\n\"I know the ranger must've said all sorts of things about me, but you must understand that he cannot be your ally. House Koern is sworn to House de Lysse, the rulers of the very southern lands we wish to plunder. Their family lives and breathes to get rid of raiders and scavengers like us. Sooner or later, his duty will pit you against you. \n\nIt is inevitable.\nStallions and wolves can't get along. But wolves and vultures always will.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Then you must know that the bear does not concern itself with the opinions of the wolf. Either way, it is not good practice to keep secrets from your kinsmen, though I am sure I can talk them in to such a thing, they are quite trusting of my decisions, I should have their support by morning, I wager...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The Mayrrif\nMarmot's Cradle\n\n\"Good. Good. If you are successful, then speak with Clayton, he will pass it down to me. Clayton also has the contracts I spoke about. If you happen to be in need of a specific supply, he will arrange a deal with you.\"\n\nThe Mayrrif stared beyond the palisade.\n\n\"Pantheon knows there are too many nuisances that could use a good beheading out there.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe man excused himself, standing up and stepping out of the room, ducking his head as he walks through the doorway to get back to the harbor. By now it was late evening and the men on the ships were eating the food they had brought for the voyage, Dagstygg however was more interested in speaking with his war council, a man named Haakon and a woman named Sygny"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi watched as the young girl ran her fingers over the dark wood, and his eyes narrowed. The way she held the bow was... Too comfortable. She knew what she was doing. She nocked an arrow with ease, drawing it back with an ease that only came with years of practice. He watched as she dropped her aim at the last moment. Anyone could have missed it. If she hadn't held her bow the way she did, Levi wouldn't even have paid any attention. \n\n\"Again.\" He said, moving away from the pole he was leaning against. There was something gnawing at him, but the young girl in front of him kept distracting him. \n\n*A young woman turned, her bright smile warming the entire room. A younger Levi smiled back, and took her in his embrace. \n\n\"I love you.\" He said, wrapping his arms around her as she giggled. \n\n\"I have more work to do Levi...\" She said, teasing him. She unwrapped his arms from her waist and walked forward a step, before turning and facing him.*\n\n*\"Unless you have better plans?\" She said, raising an eyebrow and smirking. \n\n\"Of course I do.\" He said, picking her up and pushing her against the wall.* The memory faded as fast as it appeared, but the scent of her hair, faint traces of lavender, still lingered in his mind. It was too much. This was too much. \n\n\"Enryc, I need a moment. Please, watch after her for a bit.\" He said, turning and leaving quickly. He walked to his tent and sat on a small wooden stump and put his head between his knees. \n\n*The guard laughed as he wrapped the chains tighter around Levi's wrists. The young woman, Rhesa, screamed in retaliation but the guard quickly slapped her to the ground. Levi lounged forward but was quickly subdued.*\n\n*\"I'll kill you. All of you!\" Levi said, thrashing against the soldier's tight grip. He was quickly silenced by a flurry of hits from a few of the soldiers present, and they began laughing. One of them spit in Levi's eye before they began dragging him away from his home.\n\n\"I... Love you.\" He muttered, but Rhesa didn't hear.*\n\nLevi opened his eyes. He realized he had been crying, and wiped his eyes before standing up. He should have been there. He should have fought to return home. But he was here, and it was too late. His... Daughter was outside and he was in here, allowing the past to cloud his mind. He picked up the small stump and dropped it, kicking it as it fell. He swore before lightly putting his weight on his toe. \n\n*Bad idea.* He thought, before wiping his eyes again and stepping out of his tent."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Townsguard - Marmot's Craddle**\n\nThe Mayrrif's soldiers were none the wiser to the warriors coming in and out of the tavern, but when they approached the walls surrounding the mansion, the sentinels of the iron gate became suspicious.\n\n\"Halt!\" Said one of them. \"Where are you carrying those jars? This is the Mayrrif's mansion. If you want to trade, speak with Clayton as instructed.\"\n\nThey still suspected nothing, but the townsguard was reluctant to let them approach the Town Hall and it's belltower."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n*The men grunt and set down the oil jars, stretching their arms as one speaks* \"Thank the *Gods* You asked... We needed an excuse to put these down... We are delivering oil and straw to the houses that require it most for a decent pay. Your Mayriffs mansion was on the list, do not tell our Jarl... He ordered us to stay in the harbour, as we are leaving come morning, upon hearing we were leaving we realized this may be our only chance you see?\"\n\nMeanwhile at the harbor men were drinking and singing they sung in their strange tongue, though by the fact that they were dancing with some of their plundered goods, it was a song of war\n\n'Laukr ræður yfir hafinu okkar\nHun mótar form sitt\nIngwar er ánægður, heyrðu þrumuna\nFyrir han kemur með storminn\n\nÓvinir okkar eru nálægt\nÞeir eru að biðja fyrir sálu sinni\nGeturðu séð\nÞað er dauði í þeirra augum\n\nÞeir munu aldrei vinna þennan bardaga\nVegna þess að Hymir, allfaðir\nRíður á fjöru höf\n\nÍ gegnum þokuna, í gegnum eldinn\nOrmarnir okkar þreytast aldrei\nVið munum brenna heilög lönd þín\n\nÞú getur ekki stöðvað okkur, ekkert brýtur okkur\nBlóðslitin framtíð, bíður okkar\nÍ sölum Heiðurshöll...!'\n\nTranslated: \"Laukr rules our oceans\nShe shapes its form\nIngwar is pleased, hear the thunder\nFor he brings the storm\n\nOur enemies are near\nThey are praying for their souls\nCan you see\nThere's death in their eyes\n\nThey will never win this battle\nBecause Hymir, our father\nRides on our tide\n\nThrough the mist, through fire\nOur serpents never tire\nWe will burn your sacred lands\n\nYou can't stop us, nothing breaks us\nBloodsworn future, awaits us\nIn the halls of Heiðurshöll!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Clayton - Mayrrif's Mansion**\n\nHe found the guards of the Town Hall arguing with the bigmen over some oil vats.\n\n\"Don't leave those there!\" He told the Ismoridans. \"The Mayrrif hates when merchants leave their goods in front of the estate gates. If you want to sell things to the townsguard, talk it with me. Some guys I know use it to make fire javelins, they might want some.\"\n\nIronically, he pointed to the belltower's ballista. The iron gates of the mansion were rusty, and guarded by only four guards. It made Clayton uneasy seeing the bigmen roam near the Mayrrif's mansion with such a vital point so poorly defended.\n\n\"You there!\" He called one of the Townsguard. \"Help me carry these back to the tavern\"\n\nOne of the sentinels left his post to help clayton carry oil vats away from the walls. That left only three at the gates. Once again, Clayton didn't like it.\n\n\"Damn foreigners. I'll give them a piece of my mind next time I see them. For now, let's get rid of these jars before the Mayrrif shits all over us.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Kjotve and Harald\nMayriffs mansion\n\nThe vats were huge, attempting to lift them for these more normal sized men was nearly impossible. The two men watched the guards struggle to lift them, chuckling to eachother These were the two first men, a grand total of six were about the town, all of which were given the same task. Kjotve and Harald assisted the men in lifting the vats and followed their lead. With the post now open, the other four made their way to the location. The largest of the four ordering the rest in away from any light\n\n\"Ingwars balls they did it... Move, now, we'll only get this chance once..\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Mayrrif - Marmot's Cradle**\n\nBarbarians at the gates. Imbeciles. If he had told their leader to speak with Clayton it was precisely because he didn't want his dirty men near his mansion.\n\n\"Gretha!\" He called. The young girl stepped from the shadows. \"Give me my cane.\"\n\nIt was a cane with a sculpted eagle head. He had stopped using it after it had inspired the 'vulture' nickname, but perhaps it was time to bring forth his scepter once more. Before he left, he had a feeling of being observed. It was hard to describe, but it probably had to do with Gretha, so he locked her with a second chain to the stone wall.\n\nOnce he came down from the attic, he called two of his townsgaurd.\n\n\"Follow me to the gate,\" He said. \"Perhaps the foreigners need a reminder of who rules this town.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Ingolf, Nils, Þjolsulf, and Stjornar\nMayriffs mansion\n\nIn the time it took to get there, the men placed their oil urns along the wall of the ballista tower, and lit the straw around it aflame. Afterwards they make their way to the main path leading to the mansion, Ingolf stands with his arms raised, a grin on his face as the men make their way out the door to speak with the Ísmoðirians.\n\n\"There is only one way to purge disease from a gaping wound, Mayriff, not with silver, or a seeresses potion, but with *Fire!\"*\n\nAnd with that, a thunderous boom erupts from the side of the mansion, the walls on the far right of the structure had been completely obliterated, only one wall remained attached to the tower"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**MARMOT'S CRADLE - THE RECKONING**\n\nJarthec the vulture\nMayrrif's Mansion\n\nFlames began to spread up the tower and into the Town Hall. The stone tower burned slowly. But the mansion caught fire with frightening speed, consuming rooms and wooden supports with rapacious hunger.\n\n\"AAAAAAAAH!\" Jarthec screamed like a posessed man. \"KILL THEM! KILL THEM! BURN THEIR SHIPS! BRIIING MEE THEIR COOORPSES!!!\"\n\nThe men on the ballista fired a javelin, setting ablaze the mast of an ismordian longship, but the flames reached their stored ammunition before they could reload. The belltower exploded, sending chunks of rock flying all over the town.\nThe explosion was so loud, it almost drowned the screams of the young girl in the attic being burned alive.\n—\nClayton\nCity Streets\n\nThe explosion was all he needed to hear. Reacting on instinct, Clayton dropped the oil vat and grabbed his axe before decapitating the bigman behind him in one fell swoop. The other soldier wasn't as lucky. He was impaled by the lance of the other one before he could comprehend what was happening. Clayton roared as he charged against him.\n—\nThe Townspeople\nCity Homes\n\n\"The Mayrrif's mansion is burning!\"\nNo one knew who shouted it, but everyone listened. Before the townsguard had converged on the attackers, the town had converged on them. They attacked the Mayrrif's enforcers with bricks and pitchforks at first, then with sheer number of bodies. The townsguard was merciless, killing and mauling scores of them, but the ragged inhabitants of Marmot's Cradle had become crazed: at long last, the grip of the vulture over the town had been released, and it's dregs thirsted for Jarthec's blood."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Marmots Cradle\nHarbour\nÍsmoðir Einherjar\n\nThe javelin, luckily landed low enough that the ship could be put out. But it wouldn't be in sailing shape for a solid portion of time until repairs were done, the impailed Ísmoðirian showed an incredible amount of resolve, or was it bloodlust. He cried out in rage and pain before turning to the man who had just stabbed him, stumbling, he grabbed the head of the soldier and laughed, sputtering up blood as he shoved the mans head through the lance by the eye before collapsing, laughing in a rasped tone as his breath faded into the death sleep. A bellowing horn would shake the houses as the Jarl blew into the massive Gjallarhorn on his ship, Ísmoðir warriors formed a shield wall that combed through the street like a wave of death, chanting as they stomped onward, their was only eighty men out of the one hundred and fifteen that came, but it may as well have sounded like an army of a thousand from the heavyness of their steps. Strangely they sang in northwind tongue, as if to taunt their quarry. The amount of dead in the streets saw rivers of blood clotting the street into an iron scented mud from the clatter of their spears\n\n\"The world is full of clans and gods...\nOnly some knew travel by the stars...\nInto vicious seas all their ships sailed tall...\nBeware the northern warriors!\n\nTo Laukr red gold is a gift\nWith her daughters of the sea\nThe waves will help us reach\nThe lands of those who flee...\n\nThrough the mist, through fire\nOur serpents never tire\nWe will burn your sacred lands!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Marmot's Cradle\nClayton\n\nThe charge failed, and Clayton was shoved aside. The bigman fell in a final death struggle with the other townsguard, impaling it with the same spear he had used to impale him. Clayton stood up. Chaos. Blood. Death. The streets were enraged. Jarthec was done for.\n\nThey had blown up the Ballista, why? Of course, the ships! They still needed their ships! Without them, they would be stranded in Northwind. Clayton had to blow the ships. But how? The townsgaurd was getting massacred, and the boats were guarded by no less than 50 men.\n\nHis gaze turned to the oil jars.\n\nRolling them across the mud of the strests, Clayton pushed the vat towards the river. Not towards the ships, but near the entrance, where the wooden watchtower was located. The townsguard was at an end, but if he had learned something fighting in the regiments of John de Burgh, it was creativity. Creativity and spite. While the massacre was underway, and the traitor raiders were putting out the fire of the javelins, Clayton pushed an oil jar up to the base of the watchtower, then went back for the other.\n\nHe set fire to them, and ran to hide. He had to ged rid of his uniform.\n\nAnother explosion roused the town, less powerful and more distant. This time, instead of rocks, what came down were pieces of wood and the entrance watchtower. The splinters rained over half the town, while the flaming tower collapsed over the river, entangling itself with the pallisade on the other side. By contrast, the watchtower's side was utterly obliterated: the explosion had left a massive hole in the lumber wall.\n\nThe river was blocked, but the walls were open. And Northwind was coming... Marmot's Cradle would be in for a long night."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe chanting was growing louder to those still at the mansion grounds, the thundering roar of their footsteps and the clanging of spears, it sounded as if a dragon made from steel and death was coming down upon the gates. Once at the gates Dagstygg evaluated the situation, the gates were rusted and old. They could break them down. He called to his men and blew into the Gjallarhorn once more\n\n\"Eyðilegðu hliðið, úlfar mínir!\"\n\n\nWith each blow of his horn, the men slam into the gate with the force of the roughly sixty five Einherjar warriors still in the fight, they roar with each slam of their shields against its surface"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jarthec - Mayrrif's Mansion**\n\nThe gate came apart and the warriors poured into the courtyard, followed by a deluge of people. The Townsgard formation was initially hacked apart by the Ismordian vanguard, then trampled upon by the angry mob. Jarthec tried to escape, but he found himself trapped by the same defensive measures he had put in place: the mansion had only one main entrance, and the fires had made the secret tunnels inaccessible. To make things worse, Jarthec's shabby old body was unable to outrun the tide of villagers that were after him.\n\nRight when he was about to be caught and torn to shreds by their fury, someone lifted him up by the cape and above the livid masses. He felt no respite. There was only one person who could've lifted him this high..."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMayriffs Mansion\n\n\"Do not try to run. You will only die tired.\"\n\nHe held the man by the back of the neck and tossed him onto his knees infront of him, before grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to look to the croud before lifting his arm to silence the them and speak\n\n\"Behold your worm, men of Northwind! As any scavenging beast, when the true hunter rears its fangs, it's place on the food chain becomes evidently clear! This town, and its people are *My* Subjects until the knights of house koern return... Only then will the fate of this town be decided. Once they come, I will call for an Althing! A meeting of order and speech, but in the time until then, there will be work to be done! I entitle the people of this sunken rock to the stolen riches of this worm, in return I may ask of you all a favor, and I hope that my actions will be repaid in gratitude, and that you will see this favor done!\"\n\n*He blows into his horn to signal the end of a battle, his men banging their weapons against their shields and chainting his name*"
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie had shot a few more arrows in the span that Levi was gone, though she was a bit confused as to why she was doing so. Perhaps he wanted to make sure the bow was a good fit for her?\n\nThe troubeld look in his eyes before he left had burned into her mind, and it made her confused. Did she perform too well? Was he realizing he didn't want her after all? The doubts swirling in her mind made her have a sick taste in her mouth. She lowered the bow. He had left very quickly. And she had felt his gaze on her change.\n\nShe saw him coming back, and she straightened her posture as she lowered her bow. Most of the arrows she had shot while he was away were next to their target's bullseye, but after a bout of nervousness Loralie had sent a few that barely hit the target in an attempt not to seem so adept. She knew she was did something wrong, something to make Levi leave, but she couldn't tell what it was.\n\nShe gave Levi a small smile as she waited for him to walk closer, not knowing what to say and not wanting to speak in case she made another mistake."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "The Ex-Mayrrif\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nJarthec spat at the Jarl's feet and mocked the assembled town in a final act of defiance:\n\n\"You imbeciles! All muscle and no brain! The river path is clogged, your precious ships are trapped! And you! You ingrate rats!\" He raged at the townspeople. \"You're dead without me! One month! One month before y'all starve without my guidance! But you won't last one month! No! The palisade is broken! You blew it up hahahaaaa! Now you will die tonight! You die! You die!\"\n\nHe laughed like a madman. The fear was gone, as was his fighting spirit. All that remained was, as the ranger had said to Dagstygg: Northwind's spite. That bitter, venomous, all-consuming spite."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe Jarl would rear his boot back into the mans face before ordering his men to drag him away. The best place these men could stay would likely be the courtyard of the mansion, where they would likely set up camp. For the time being, he would order his men to tie the former Mayriff to a post, for the Ísmoðirians would have him disposed soon enough. Dagstygg whispered to his highest ranking soldier, Blóðlaug. A name quite literally meaning \"Bloodbath.\". She would turn and raise her arms to the people, calling to them\n\n\"The vulture will be sacrificed to the gods of our people at dawn!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle**\n\nSome people cheered, but most were hesitant. A few had even ran to the broken palissade, trying to cover the enormous breach with a makeshift barricade.\n\n\"I don't know if we will survive the night. This territory is infested with Fellhounds. As soon as the sun sets, they will fall on us like a tide and leave only our bones.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you should be using that furniture to barricade the houses.\" Said an old lady. \"The wall is done for! There's no saving it. The homes at least are defendible.\"\n\nBut there was no coordination. Some were nailing planks to their windows, others adding bricks to the barricade. Some tried to convince the ismordians to help them, but due to the language barrier, what they wanted wasn't excatly clear.\n\n\"You did this!\" Said one of the villagers to the Jarl. \"You have to help us!\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Quit nailing your doors, you fools. Only a small portion of the wall is damaged and I will have a full garisson here within a day, any unfortunate souls who try to take a bite out of this place will be destroyed and their corpses hung on poles along the border of the town. Whatever parts of the wall that are damaged will simply make those who try to attack us underestimate us, they will not be ready. My over one hundred men will easily be enough to guard such a town from a few raiding parties... And once the other eight hundred and ninety or so arrive, we will be untouchable. We are moving further south anyhow, and the rest of the fleet will be coming down this way at my call.\"\n\nThe Jarl turned to Blóðlaug and leaned in to whisper to her, just inaudibly saying a sentance that causes her to reel back in shock.\n\n\"Ég vil að þú sendir tvo hrafna, annan í norðurbúðir okkar og hinn til heimalands okkar. Við erum að kalla eftir ...*Henni*...\"\n\nOnce she hears this it doesn't take long for her to respond. The color fled from her face and her pupils shrunk in fear. What could possibly inspire such a level fear in a cold blooded Vikingr like herself? \n\n\"Jarl minn...þú meinar ekki-...\"\n\nThe man growled and leaned back up before barking at her with a stern voice, he was nolonger asking. He was commanding.\n\n\"Það er mín pöntun! Gerðu það nú!\"\n\nTranslated:\n\n\"I want you to send two ravens, one to our northern camp and the other to our homeland. We are calling for... Her...\"\n\n\"My Jarl, surely you do not mean-\"\n\n\"That was an order! Do it, now!\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nOff the coast of Marmot's Cradle\n\nHerin sat in his cabin, watching a candle on his table burn away as the flame swayed back and forth with his ship. He had been at sea for weeks, traveling from the Southern Isles to Northwind to meet with the Mayriff, one of his soon-to-be former business associates. It wasn't that he especially disliked the man, not enough to stop business with him, that was for sure, but they had recently found new markets farther south, and well, he just didn't pay enough to bother sailing up to fucking *Northwind* Of all places to unload their cargo. Besides, anyone who called themselves 'Mayriff' was clearly a poor business partner. \nTruth be told, Herin was moving more and more men away from so-called 'side trades', or anything that didn't directly attack the power of House Maith, and sending men so far up north couldn't be rationalized when you were preparing for war. The project was finally showing results, the old man had said he could complete it within four months, and that meant that Herin would finally be able to put years of planning into motion. \nHe could almost envision it in his mind's eye, the destruction of everything Maith had built, the 'pirate king's' head on a pike, his corpse torn apart and thrown to the sharks, and Herin ruling over a truly free Southern Isles. Yes, all the works of Maith would be consumed by-\n\n\"FIRE OFF THE PORT BOW!\" Came a yell from above. A sentry had spotted something, and the alarm bell was ringing. Herin rose from his seat and threw open the door to his cabin, and walked calmly up the steps to the deck. As sailors ran about around him, rushing to stations and preparing for combat, Herin was the image of calm in a sea of panic. He stood, hands behind his back, and looked towards the shore, where a village burned. \n\"Captain, that's the-\"\n\"Mayriff's village, yes, I'm aware of our current position.\" He snapped at the man who stood behind him, the second mate of the ship, a man he trusted more than most, but not the brightest fellow. \nIt would seem his business with the Mayriff was already concluded, he prepared to give the order to turn around, but then he noticed something, the boats docked in the harbor, they were like no ship he had seen before. Well, perhaps this trip might not be a complete waste after all.\n\n\"Signal the ships to stop.\" He gave the order, and it was relayed, his men signaling to the other two ships following them to drop anchor near shore. \n\n\"Sir? What's the plan?\" His first mate asked. He was a clever man, the reason Herin promoted him in the first place, but even he couldn't guess what Herin was planning half the time.\n\n\"The plan? We surrender, of course. Raise the white flag, we want the new rulers of the cradle to know we come in peace.\" Though no one could see it, under his mask Herin was smiling.\n\nHerin's turned towards the burning village, white flag raised, weapons lowered, and Herin standing near the prow. As they came closer, Herin could make out more details of the ships in the harbor, and caught sight of what he assumed were their owners. Warriors standing a head taller than the average man, armed with spears and axes, standing amongst the ruins of the town with not a care in the world. \n\n\"HO THERE!\" He shouted, as a few of the warriors near the beach turned to look in his direction. \"WE COME IN PEACE!\" \n\nFor a moment, it seemed like they would greet him with a volley of arrows, but instead they simply watched as he climbed into a small dinghy with a group of his men, and rowed to shore. So far, he thought, so good.\nAs he got closer to the docks, he got a better image of exactly how large the warriors were. Whoever these people were, they were not from anywhere he knew. \n\"May I speak to the man in charge?\" He said as he stepped ashore, the men in front of him grumbled between themselves, before lowering their spears slightly. \n\"Only you.\" One said, gesturing to his men in the boat.\n\nHerin stood in silence for a moment, considering his options, then spoke. \n\"Fair enough, take me to your leader gentlemen.\" \nWithout another word, the men grabbed him by his shoulders, one taking his sword, and walked him through the burning streets of the town. He saw the destruction these people had wrought, and began to wonder what exactly happened here. He'd have to ask the leader when he finally got to speak with the man.\n\nAs if on cue, they dragged him before a massive warrior, even for these people, and shoved him forwards. Herin stumbled, and the men spoke.\n\"Jarl Dagstygg, this one comes from the sea, he says he comes in peace, and wishes to speak with you.\" \n\nHerin looked up at the massive figure before him, and bowed his head slightly. \n\"Jarl... Dagstygg, is it? Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Captain Herin, of the Hanged Raiders. May we speak?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Jarl Dagstygg\nVikingr Occupied Marmots Cradle \n\n\"My Drengr here says you come from the sea... And you call yourself raider. And I was told I would find no friends in a land such as northwind...\"\n\nThe Jarl stood up from his mound of corpses he was sitting on and stepped over to the man\n\n\"Já. We can speak. But to what do I owe the pleasure?\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nVikingr Occupied Marmots Cradle\n\n\"As I said, my name is Herin, captain of the Hanged Raiders. And I assume you are the leader of these warriors?\" Herin gestured to the destruction around them\n\"I'm impressed, your people certainly know their way around a battlefield. Though, if I may hazard a guess, you aren't from around here, are you?\"\nHerin gestured to the hole in the wall, the panicking townsfolk were trying to throw together a makeshift barricade of furniture, though without coordination, it was nothing more than a pile of splinters and false hope. \n\"Because if you were, then you'd know that destroying a wall of a Northwind village isn't a good idea if you want to stay overnight. The previous owner of this place was quite proud of those walls, told me once they'd been built to survive the wrath of the gods themselves.\" Herin chuckled, his mask giving his laughter a metallic resonance. \"Apparently they should have been built to survive the wrath of you.\" \n\nHerin watched as an two men tried to push a table on top of the mound of refuse pilled in the hole in the wall. One slipped, and the table fell on top of him. \"Either way, once sun falls, this village is doomed, and I doubt you want to see what Northwind is home too, I sure don't.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "\"No. My men and I are from lands north of the Island chain your people call 'The Witherlands'. We call our homeland Ísmóðir, Icemother in your tongue. I'd wager if we can handle the beasts of those lands, we can handle the ones of this place as well... Unless, there is something I must be aware of.\"\n\nHe leaned foreward slightly with a questioning look on his face as if he waited for the native to tell him that this place had dragons, or great sea serpents like the lands he called home. Nonetheless, he seemed to be heeding his warning, if only slightly."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Ah, from truly far up north then.\" Farther than Herin had ever been, what drew these people this far south? \"Well, I don't know what beast live here, and I'm not eager to learn.\" He looked around at the Jarl's men, then back to the man himself. \"Maybe you can take whatever comes through those gates, but maybe you can't, and I don't think you can take that chance. Your men are wounded and tired, your backs are against the sea, and judging from what I saw at the docks, not all your ships are seaworthy. If you can't handle whatever horrors this place offers, then you'll all be dead come sun-up.\"\nHe paused, letting his words sink in, watching the towering warrior for any reaction\n\"Of course, as a fellow Raider, It's my duty to offer you assistance. I have ships close at hand, perhaps we could come to an accord?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nVikingr occupied Marmots Cradle\n\n\"I know opportuntiy when I see it. Go on. But be aware, I may help you, but I may ask you to help me in return.\" \n\nThe Jarl whistles to his men, having a few of them roll some logs over for the two to sit on, and started a fire infront. They also brought over two horns for the men to drink"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots cradle\n\nHerin took the horn from the man, but didn't drink. After all, that would require taking of his mask, and he and the Jarl were not that close yet. \n\"Here's my offer, in return for me offering you and your men safe passage out of Northwind, I ask only for your time. I have a... Proposition for you and your men, and you seem like the type of men to take me up on my offer.\" \nHerin sat down on the log, throwing one leg over the other\n\"If you don't, I'll simply drop you off at a port of your choosing, but you look like a man with an eye for opportunity, so I doubt it'll come to that.\"\n\nHe held up his horn, offering Jarl a cheers. \"Do we have a deal?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\n\"Before you tell me of this proposition, I must warn you I will not leave my Drakkar ships behind. My only condition is that your men along with mine clear this rubble. I have a plan. The river is running towards the sea, if we are able to dislodge one of the stones in the rubble just right, the river will sweep the rest down enough for my ships to pass, I only need a few feet, these ships are shallow hulled, able to pass through rivers as shallow as five feet in depth.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin considered this for a moment \n\"That sounds more than fair Jarl, I accept your offer. Let me get my men and we'll set to work right away. Just make sure your men know we're on the same side now.\" \nHe stood and began the walk to the docks where his men still waited in the dinghy for him. The Jarl's men stood guard, and his raiders seemed quite uneasy.\n\"Return to the boat, and bring back everyone you can. We're helping these warriors get their ships free.\" \nHis men looked at him in shock, but they obeyed. He was proud of that fact, he had turned a group of undisciplined, worthless scag pirates into a group of men who would obey him without question. \nAs herin walked back to the Jarl, the first of the dinghy's from his ship was heading towards the cradle, full of men ready to remove the blockage of the river."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe men seemed to be mingling rather well with the pirates, suprisingly. They seemed to be inspecting them with curiosity, finding the way they dress compared to their own to be odd, judgung by the looks on their faces. Dagstygg was no stand by and watch sort of leader, he was following the group and waved for Herin to follow as they headed towards the blocked off harbor where the watch tower had crashed, it had mostly divoted into the water, if they managed to get enough of it out of the way on this side, they could potentially squeeze their ships by. Dagstygg would begin to speak to Herin as they walked\n\n\"So, your proposition, what is it?\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin watched as his men assembled, getting to work removing the blockage. The people of the town watched, a mixture of fear and curiosity in their faces as they watched these two groups of raiders work side by side. His concentration was broken by the Jarl's question, turning his attention to the larger man.\n\"I'm not from here, as you might have guessed. My home is farther south, in the Southern Isles.\" He turned his eyes southward, thinking of his \"Home\", could he call it that? He never truly felt at home except at sea. \n\"Currently, it is under the rule of King Bradai Maith, a tyrant, a hypocrite, and a fool.\"\nJust speaking of the man filled him with rage, he restrained himself though, keeping his composure, and continuing with his speech.\n\n\"My Hanged Raiders have been railing against him for years, and now we are ready to strike in full, and take back the Isles.\"\nHerin stopped in his tracks, making a broad gesture to the jarl's men\n\"You are far from home, Jarl, farther than any simple raiding party would go. It would seem to me that you are looking for a new home, a kingdom to call your own. My offer is simple, help me overthrow Maith, and I will give you half of the Isles as your own when we are done.\"\nHerin found it strange himself, offering so much to someone he barely knew, but it was a calculated offer. If The Jarl was useless, then his men would die quickly, and there would be no need to uphold his offer, and if he proved his worth, then half of the Isles would be a fitting reward."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl \nMarmots Cradle\n\nHe held his hand down to Herin and removed his helmet to show authenticity and respect in his deal.\n\n\"King killing is in my blood, friend. My grandfather, Håkon The Red killed the king of the Hrafnblóð dynasty, the king that ruled over where my clan called home, and took the throne. And you are right, the reason I have come this far is because my father bent the knee to a man who wished to unite all the kings of Ísmoðir... But in the process would be stripping them down to the title of Jarl. He took my birthright away from me before he died, and when I wanted to be more than just a Jarl under Konung Stenhård, King Stonehard, I left to new lands.\"\n\nOnce he was done speaking, he got into the riverway, trying to look for a way to clear out more stone strategically, though by the looks of it this would have to be continued in the morning, as the amount of rock they cleared was not sufficient to get the ships through..."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin stood to the side of the river, watching as the Jarl picked through the stones. He turned his attention upriver, towards the boats the Jarl had docked there.\n\n\"You're looking in the wrong place, friend.\" Herin spoke, stepping down from the rocks he stood on. \"Both in your search for a crown, and a way to clear those rocks. But I can offer you both.\"\n\nHe gestured to the ship wounded by the ballistae. \n\"Why bother clearing by hand when we have a battering ram ready to go? These rocks are barely holding together, if we hit them hard enough, they'll fall. Of course, the ship won't survive, but if we clear the wreckage it can be steered around easily enough.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Aye... The Mayriff *Must* Have had a ship of his own... We load it with oil urns, hit it with an arrow as it sails for the rocks and whatever isn't obliterated by the ship itself will be blown to pieces. You are a clever man, Herin.\"\n\n*He trudges out of the water and calls for his men to come out of the water, waving an arm*\n\n\"It would have to be done tomorrow however, I need a garisson to guard this place and I have called for the rest of my clan... As well as... My *Sister* Kolga...\" \n\n*He shuttered as he mentioned her name, letting out a sigh as if remembering many terrible things*"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin crossed his arms, thinking for a bit\n\"Why bother with a garrisson? You and your men can spend the night on my ships. Whatever horrors the night holds will be gone by morning, and we can resume work uninterrupted. This town has nothing to offer, why risk our lives to defend it?\"\n\nHerin signaled for his men to step back from the river. They did so, trudging out from the water and heading back to the village, warming themselves by the burning remains of the town. Herin simply looked at the woods, thinking of what horrid creatures it might hold. God he hated Northwind."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"I ordered my men to take this town, they bled for it, you see. If I abandoned it, my leadership practices would come into question. We leave by morning either way, as my sister will be here come tomorrow afternoon. But I cannot afford to lose this town for nothing. You are welcome to stay on your ships, Drengr (Warrior), but we must defend what we take. And besides... I do not want our Mayriff to escape, I have a sacrifice planned tomorrow.\"\n\n\"I have but one warning to you, Herin Lord...\"\n\n*He grasped the mans shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes with the coldness of a man recounting a horrible tragedy*\n\n\"Should Kolga Jarlskona, my sister, arrive early... Order your men to be ***Incredibly***, careful around her. I cannot stress this enough. She is a fine leader, but in truth she is completely and utterly mad. She is known as Blóðmeyja, the Bloodmaiden, and is a priestess of our god Ófriðr, our god of blood sacrifice, and everything associated with matters of blood.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin looked back from behind his golden mask, his expression unreadable, until he chuckled, the placed his hand on Dagstygg's shoulder, chuckling.\n\"Sounds like my type of woman!\" He laughed, then called to his men.\n\"GET DEFENSES READY! I WANT A BLOODY BARRICADE ON THAT WALL BEFORE NIGHTFALL YOU LOUTS!\" \nAs soon as the words left his mouth, his men went to work, tearing down the makeshift pile of shit the townsfolk had set up,and starting to get a true barricade ready, something that could survive the night.\n\n\"So the Mayrrif is still alive? Not for long, it seems, but still, surprising. I might like to talk with him before you send him off to your gods, gloat a bit and all that.\" Herin spoke casually, his gaze cast towards the river as he walked along it's shore."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"He is tied to a post at the center of town. He's the guy getting poked with sticks by children, hard to miss.\"\n\n*He shouts to his men to assist the natives on building barricades, as they will need it for the coming night* \n\n\"Stattu ekki bara þarna! Brandr skammar leti þína!\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin laughed at the thought of the Mayrrif being poked by sticks in the town square. \n\"Well, we'd be off to a poor start in our partnership if I abandoned to monsters in the night. So me and my men shall stay with you through this ordeal. You'll need all the swords you can get in Northwind.\"\n\nHerin walked through the hole in the wall, watching as his men already had begun to assemble a fair barricade from fallen rocks and chunks of stone. Certainly no true wall, but it would have to be enough. Of course, if things went south, he had men waiting at the dinghy for a quick retreat."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle - Nightfall 🌗 **\n\nAs the sun set over the village, the people began to ran inside their homes. A few of them, the bravest no doubt, stood by the barricade armed with weapons taken from the townsguardsmen's cold dead hands. They stood vigil alongside the Ismordians and hanged men, waiting for the creatures of the night.\n\n\"Wait for them!\" A crooked voice called from the plaza. \"You willl all regret ever defying ME!\"\n\nThe men ignored the vulture's laugther, but the things outside did not. As if recognizing one of their own, the vermin of Northwind replied with a series of howls.\n\n\"Direwolves!\" Said one of the townsmen. \"Better than the Fellhounds if you ask me.\"\n\nHundreds of light steps could be heard closing in from the dark. A whole pack was coming...\nThe first of the wolves leaped over the defenses and tore the head of a militia sentinel, the rest crashed against the barricade and began to scratch and bite it in an attempt to make it collapse. They were big creatures: rougly to wolves what Dagstygg was to normal men. Their fur was pitch black and their eyes yellow. They were the vanguard of the night, and they were eager to feast on flesh and blood."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe Jarl laughed as he locked eyes with a beast before he lifted his axe and began to roar like an enraged giant, swinging his axe down upon the ground with a thundering slam, his men soon make their way towards the beasts, one of the wolves lunges towards one of the men, to which he plunges a sword down its throat, and up through the back of the skull. He then tears off the head using the sword and tosses it to the beasts"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle - The Night 🌕 **\n\nBood poured on the barricade as the warriors hacked and chopped predator after predator. Soon, it pooled at their feet, creating a bog of metallic stench. The wolves kept coming. Regardless of how many wounds of casualties they took, the beasts kept pushing and slipping trough the barricade, or pouncing on the Ismoridans and the Scags with abandon, biting and maiming wherever they could.\nIt felt like they were not killing out of hunger or necessity, but out of sheer hatred and spite.\n\nThe Alpha Wolf slammed the barricade, and created a small breach from where several more animals squeezed trough. It was an enormous, two-headed, albino monstruosity. As soon as it made it past the town defenses, it pounced on one of Herin's Scags and shaked it like a ragdoll before ripping him in half with it's two heads. A gruesome shower of blood and intestines splashed over the defenders. The heads of the creature then roared towards Herin and Dagstygg, baring their deformed mutant teeth at them."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe armor of the Ísmóðirian Einherjar warriors would put up against the wolves, for they were made to handle beasts far worse than these. Many who were tackled would use similar tactics to the way they would deal with mutant beasts back at home, gutting them, ripping their jaws from their heads, tearing out their throats and more. Dagstygg made a suprising move. He rushed towards the beast with a roar"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin had told his men what to do in this situation, move back and use the townsfolks militia as human shields. As the townspeople were ripped apart by the wolves, the scags retreated a distance, and took up their crossbows.\n\n\"FIRST VOLLEY, FIRE!\" Herin roared, his men unleashing a torrent of arrows upon the board of hounds. They had been told to not hit the Jarl's men, but the townsfolk were acceptable casualties. Herin smirked under his mask as a wave of dogs fell dead, arrows poking from their hides, his boys were good.\n\n\nThen he saw it, the two headed hound, the alpha of the pack. \n\"Tide Barer's Salty Balls, what IS that thing?!\"\nHe took a few steps back, assessing the situation. This looked bad, but he had found his way out of worse places.\nHe drew his small handheld crossbow, and fired a poison tipped bolt towards the center mass of the beast. No matter how big the opponent, if it bled, it died."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Alpha Wolf - Marmot's Cradle 🌕 **\n\nHunger. Hunger. Hunger. Fresh meat on it's mouth. With one face he could see a giant, with the other he could see a masked man. The mask smelled like the sea, and it smelled like poison. The humans believed him brutish like them, foolish like his pack, but he was neither. He was cunning. And he hated. He hated so much.\n\nReacting on instinct, the creature used one of it's heads to jerk the arm of a big human and use it's large frame to shield itself from the proyectile. It's human \"Hide\" Was tough. His teeth could not pierce it, but they could bend it, and the metal sank into the warrior's flesh. Then, the other head hurled the big human towards their giant leader as the beast ran to the gold mask... He'd be first to die. The creature could almost imagine the taste of his flesh..."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe Jarl slammed through the man tossed infront of him like a train, his eyes had now become bloodshot with rage, he was now gaining on the beast and foaming at the mouth. Four hundred pounds of rage, muscle, and steel was plowing towards the wolf as it ran towards Herin, the ground thudding beneath his feet"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin looked at the massive beast, and for a moment, their eyes locked. In that singular second, both combatants understood each other perfectly. They were both creatures of hate, monsters that stayed alive only because their rage and thirst for blood could not go quietly into the night. Only one would survive this night, only one flame would still burn, but whose hate was greater was not yet known.\n\n\"SECOND VOLLEY, KILL THE TWO-HEADED ONE!\" Herin roared, his archers firing on the beast. He doubted that would kill it, it was too spiteful for that to work, but it would give him time to run. \nEarlier, his men had created a stockpile in one of the few buildings that was still standing, it container bits and baubles stolen from the town, food and grain, and several casks of oil. They had planned to use this to clear the river blockage, but Herin had more pressing matters to deal with.\n\nWith the archers keeping the two-headed beast at bay, Herin ran as fast as he could to the building they used to keep the oil. It was a smallish wooden thing, two stories, originally the home of one of the families who died in the initial assault. Now, it would serve as a grave, though whether that was Herin's or the wolf's, that remained to be seen."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle - The Night 🌕 **\n\nDagstygg ran into the creature's side, sinking his blade into it's hide. It was a thick hide, and the blade didn't pierce swiftly, so the Jarl found himself wrestling against the wolf as they both tumbled over the street. The armor was thick, but unlike the lesser wolves, the fangs and claws of the Alpha were nigh-unbreakable. Enough for one of the heads to bend the armor with sheer bite pressure. The other head howled, calling for the pack.\n\nThe wolves had been pouring into the village in greater numbers ever since the Alpha had trashed the barricade, and the howl recalled them to his position. They fell upon the Jarl, forcing him to fend them off as the Alpha broke free from it's grasp. The creature's strategy was now clear: the Alpha was dermined to kill Herin first, and it was doing everything in it's power to delay Dagstygg long enough for that to happen.\n\nWith the beta wolves sacrificing themselves against the Jarl, the Alpha dashed towards towards the oil storage, killing an archer and maiming another as he rushed in porsuit of masked man's unique maritime scent."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nAs he grappled with the beast he grabbed onto its upper and lower jaw, practically riding on its back as he pried the jaws opening and facing it up towards him, he plunged his face into its open jaws and bit down on its tongue before rearing his head back, yhe force of him pushing up and away to get his head up rips the beasts tongue out, with a sickening snap he separates the lower jaw from its upper"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle, the Night\n\nDagstygg and the archers had given Herin enough time to prepare for the beast's arrival. He had tipped over one of the barrels, soaking the floor with oil, the entire first floor was practically shining with the stuff. He didn't have time to do anything else, but this would have to do.\n\nHerin himself sat on the top floor, waiting near a smallish hole in the roof. It was big enough for a man of Herin's build to fit through without much trouble, and gave him a good view of the battlefield. He saw the two-headed beast charge towards his position, and took a deep breathe. He couldn't die here, he still had so much hate left to give. \nThe door to the storehouse was open, the room illuminated by the lantern Herin held in his hand. For a moment, it was quiet.\nThen the wolf arrived, gnashing teeth and yellow eyes truly looking like a beast out of hell.\n\nOnce again, the two opponents looked upon one another, and the hate they shared passed between them. Herin almost regretted what he was about to do, he always wanted a dog of his own.\n\"Good boy.\" He spoke under his breath, then tossed the lantern to the ground, and leapt out the hole in the roof.\n\nThe ground on which the Alpha stood exploded in flames, the dry goods stored in the storehouse going up like tinder, creating an inferno within seconds, detonating the other oil barrels in an all-consuming fire. The storehouse itself, already damaged from the Vikingr assault, began to collapse, burning beams falling upon whatever was unlucky enough to be standing beneath them."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌕 The Night**\n\nThe Alpha recoiled in rage as flames spead trough it's hide. It erratically ran away like possesed from the flaming building and attacked at random... Murdering and maiming, villager, archer, Einherjar, and wolf alike. It's flaming body crashed against houses and charriots, setting them ablaze.\n\nWhether it was fate or misfortune, it's path lead it back to Dagstygg, who by now was drenched head to toe in wolf blood. Too punished to think clearly, the beast pounced on the Jarl, seeking to kill him in a single assault. In doing so, it left it's belly exposed... Naked, with barely any muck-smeared fur that could entagle a blade."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe Jarl reared his axe in an upward motion, plunging it into the gut of the wolf and turning his body to slam it into the ground. Once it wad on the ground, he began hacking it to pieces with his long two handed axe, he didn't stop until it was in pieces"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌔 The Night**\n\nThe beast laid on the ground eviscerated, it's hide scorched and it's guts laid bare by the Jarls's axe.\n\nThe Direwolves began to fall back, deprived of their leader, they reverted into a state of survival and were easy to chase away from the breach. Many remained inside the town though, and had retreated into the dark corners of the streets. They would be a problem.\n\nThe night was still young, but it had taken a heavy toll on the defenders: bodies were scattered over the streets, and few were the men who had escaped the onslaught unscathed. Despite it's exhaustion however, the combined force of the townspeople and the raider gangs was still in fighting conditions. Provided it was given respite that is... And the Rustlands wouldn't let them rest for long."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nHerin staggered towards the corpse of the Alpha, still shaken from the destruction of the storehouse. He kicked the corpse of the beast once, just to make sure it was truly dead, then turned to the people. They were all staring, raiders, townsfolk, and Vikingr. Herin knew one thing, that if they were to survive this night, they would need to work together. He turned towards his men, still shaken, collecting their dead and tending to their wounded.\n\n\"What are you louts standing around for?! If we want to make it out of here alive, stop looking to the dead and focus on the living!\" He looked at a group of townsfolk, not fighters by any means, but perhaps they could still be useful. \"You all! Tend to the wounded, don't bother with the corpses. Raiders, get back to position with your crossbows, if anything crosses the barricade, I want it to be filled with arrows before it takes another step!\"\n\nHe looked to Dagstygg, standing over the corpse of the alpha, painted with it's guts. \"Get you men to form two rows on either side of the barricade, shield walls on both sides. Anything that comes through will be herded into the archers line of fire. No more wild charges, we can't beat the animals at their own game, we have to fight with our heads.\" He patted the Jarl on the back, and went to oversee the organization of his archers. Fucking Northwind, he thought, this place should have been burned to the ground long ago."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe Jarl ordered his men to defensive positions, they would form encampments along weak points on the walls, preparing for a long night"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌔 The Night**\n\nSeveral of the townspeople vehemently disagreed with Herin about the bodies.\n\n\"We can't leave the bodies there, it will attract Evil,\" They said.\n\nSome even disregarded his orders altogether and dragged corpses towards the flaming pyre left behind by Farensun's gambit against the alpha.\n\nThe Jarl had less of a hard time convincing his lot to do as they weretold, mostly because everyone agreed that the wall breaches had to be contained, regardless of superstition."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle, Night\n\nHerin grumbled to himself about the townsfolk, but he couldn't afford to start a schism now. Any other time and he'd threaten them with death or torture if they didn't do what he commanded, but if they fought back, they'd all die.\n\nBesides, any man who couldn't fight tonight would die either way, and Herin had more important things to do. \nHe made his way to the pillar where the former Mayrrif was tied. He was unsure if the man had survived the wolves, but he was in a fairly well-lit place, and far enough from the breach that he doubted he had been eaten yet. \n\nHerin made his way to the former ruler of the cradle, now bound to a pole, prepared for sacrifice to vikingr gods.\n\"Tough spot you seem to be in, eh?\" \nHerin spoke calmly, not allowing his inner turmoil to come through. If the mayrrif thought he was scared, he'd never get what he wanted.\n\"Makes me wonder how you managed to keep this place from being eaten by wolves for so long, considering a few of these vikingr turned it to a smoldering heap without too much trouble.\"\nHerin hoped he might reveal something, anything, about how to fight back against the nightmares. The mayrrif was too cruel to offer help knowingly, but perhaps he might let slip his secrets without knowing he did."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Mayrrif 🌔 Marmot's Cradle**\n\n\"The Vikidr... \" Said Jarthec. \"Athmor damn them.\"\n\nHe spat on the ground.\n\n\"How is this my fault, Farensun? How was I supposed to know that these dimwits were be too stupid to understand the town depended on me? That they could not get rid of me without going down themselves? These outsiders know nothing of Northwind's ways. Now they're going to die, and you will die too if you stay with them.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"And you'll die with us, probably worse than most, honestly. You ever seen what sharks do a hunt of meat hung in the water? For you sake, you should hope whatever monsters lurk in the night are gentler.\" \nHerin shrugged, as if nothing could be done for the situation.\n\"Even if we survive, they plan to sacrifice you come dawn. Strange folk, but I don't see an issue with it. Though I've heard their rituals are quiet bloody, they have magic that keep you alive while they peel your skin off, then strip your tendons one by one. Horrifying stuff, I wouldn't want to be you come sun up.\"\n\nHerin paused for a second, watching the Mayrrif for any sign of a reaction. \n\"Of course, if we survive the night, we'd all be too busy to notice if you cut your bonds and escaped. I know I wouldn't look twice if I saw you scampering away come sunrise. Though we'd need to survive till then, of course, and if you truly can't help us anymore... Well, best hope the Vikingr gods are the merciful type, eh?\"\nWith a small pat on the shoulder, Herin began to walk away, just slow enough give the Mayrrif time to suddenly remember something useful."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Mayrrif 🌔 Marmot's Craddle**\n\n\"Wait!\"\n\nJarthec gave in.\n\n\"I know a way to survive the night. A secret passage I built to escape in case of... Well, not that it matters now. It's not of much use as a means of escape, no one wants to get out of the palisade at night, but it can be used to hide until sunrise. Release me and I'll show it to you.\"\n\nIt was probably buried under his mansion's rubble, but Jarthec had little to lose by risking it at this point.\n\n\"Just don't dare tell the savages about it. The tunnel is too cramped for those big brutes and I promise you'll regret showing them mercy. I know I do.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nUnderneath his golden mask, Herin smiled. He wheeled around, walking up to the Mayriff, and clasped him on the shoulder. \"See? Now we all get what we want.\"\nHerin cut the ropes holding the Mayriff to the pole, but kept his hands bound. \n\"Just a precaution, mind you, if a vikingr warrior sees us with your hands unbound, that'll be hard to explain. This way it just looks like... Prisoner transport. Now, you lead the way.\"\n\nHerin followed the Mayriff through the ruins, watching as his men and the Jarl's ran about, getting ready for what was to come next. He felt a pang of pride, watching his men work like a well-oiled machine, preparing for war in the face of insurmountable odds. \nHis sword was kept pointed at the Mayriff's back, just to make sure he didn't try anything, he knew his type, after all. The Mayriff was a slippery bastard, willing to do anything to survive, much like Herin, the only difference was that Herin was the one with the sword to his back."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe Vikingr's in the courtyard still had a presence and they watched as Herin freed the man from his bindings. They wouldn't take long to fling a spear infront of the group. The war council leader, Blóðlaug was in a rage at seeing this, ordering the men to surround the group as she blew into her horn to call for her Jarl\n\n\"It was ordered by our Jarl that this...*Rat!* Not be freed under any circumstance, you were a fool to betray Dagstygg Jarl!\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin wanted to sigh. Foiled by the stupidity of his allies. These meatheads were unknowingly destroying their only chance of salvation. But there was still time to salvage this.\n\"Freed? Are you blind or just stupid? His hands are still bound, I'm just moving him away from the center of town. You want to sacrifice him, remember? Hard to do that if the fucking hell-hounds rip him to shreds, eh? Now go back to guarding the damned hole in the wall before another two-headed beast walks in here and eats you alive!\" Herin then turned, shoving the Mayriff forwards, walking away from the scene.\n\nHerin didn't show it, but he was tense, terrified even. If these worthless meatheads stopped him now, they'd all die. Their only hope was the Mayriff, and he couldn't get him to reveal his hidden cave unless he believed Herin was betraying the Vikingr."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe Jarl arrives and walks past Blóðlaug, delivering a slap to the back of the head as he does so. To which she responds with a simple \"Helvetis!\"\n\n\"I will travel with you and the Vulture, Herin. Lead on.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nShit, one problem solved, and another created. Herin swore under his breath.\n\"Jarl, with all due respect, that isn't a good idea. Me and you are the only sources of authority here, if we're attacked and neither of us are around, our defenses will fall shortly. You need to be at the breach, your people, and mine, need you. I can handle one would-be tyrant.\"\n\nHe looked the Jarl dead in the eyes from behind his helmet, and hoped to whatever gods there might be that he understood what he meant. \"*Trust* Is the most important thing in any partnership, I've risked my life and that of my men defending this town with you, I think I've more than earned that trust.\" \nWith that, he walked away from the Jarl, never taking his hand from the Mayriff's shoulder. He could only pray that this worked, though with his track record, any god listening would have to be a true bastard to help him of all people."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl \nMarmots Cradle\n\nHe grunted and turned away, returning to his ships. Blóðlaug kept a close eye on the men as they parted."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jarthec the Mayrrif 🌔 Marmot's Cradle**\n\nWhen he felt like the Ísmóðirian were far enough to speak safely, Jarhtec addessed Herin:\n\n\"I cannot stress this enough: there is no place for everyone inside the tunnel. Not even all of your men. This is an escape tunnel first, and an improvised hideout second. Then, and only then, is it a redoubt. We will be cramped inside, and the more people you plan to take inside, the greater the chance we'll be snuffled out and massacred like cattle in a slautherhouse of our own design. Speaking of which... I need a guarantee that **I** Will be one of the people allowed inside. Or else, why would I bother saving you at all? This guarantee will be in the style of Northwind: mutually assured destruction.\n\nI want you to untie me and kill one of the barbarians, they won't notice it amidst this chaos.\" The mayrrif turned his eyes towards Blóðlaug. \"Then, I want you to bring me his nose and ears as proof you did it. Those savages are vindictive bastards, so you and I will be in this together.\nCan you provide me that guarantee, Farensun?\"\n\n**Marmot's Cradle 🌓 The Night**\n\nWhile Farensun discussed matters of survival with the vulture, the town took matters of survival into their own hands. They helped rebuild the barricades, and nailed more planks to the windows of their home. Farensun's gambit had vanquished the direwolves, but it had left them few precious oil, and as some inhabitants of Marmot's Cradle noted, it would be sorely needed in the hours to come.\n\n\"We must abandon the barricade for now and focus on placing fire traps instead.\" Said one of the men to Dagstygg. \"The scent of blood is going to attract the Fellhounds, and those are like rats: too small and too many to chop appart. Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of oil left. Perhaps we could scuttle one of the ships for wood?\"\n\nHe pointed at the longishp that had been damaged by the townsguard's fire javelin attack."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Aye. My men are knowledgable on building traps. I'll have them build these traps and form three groups to watch these traps.\"\n\nThe Jarl whistles to his men, calling them over as he discusses the plan with them. The very little oil they had will have to do for now, but they were crafty, and even without the traps they'll have their town, they saw to this."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌓 The Night**\n\nThe villagers were hesitant, but since Dagstygg seemed to be okay with building the traps, they began to scuttle the damaged ship, tearing wooden planks from it's hull.\n\nFrom beyond the rocky hills, the first omen of the next wave came in the form of distant screeches. Thousands of them, blurred into a ghastly howl by the night wind.\n\n\"It's the Fellhounds. They're almost here,\" Said one of the watchmen. \"Everyone! All the bodies that have not been cremated, regardless of who it belonged to, must be thrown outside the walls at once! Hurry!\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin and the Mayrrif now stood in the ruins of the latter's mansion. The charred wood and crumbling stone a testament to the Mayrrif lost power, but within this decaying heap, Herin hoped to find salvation for everyone in this town. \n\nThe entrance to the escape tunnel was thankfully not completely covered, though it took Herin a good deal of effort to move away the bits of rubble that kept it from being opened. Of course, it was still behind the vault, something Herin couldn't exactly move on his own.\n\"You first.\" He said, gesturing to the Mayrrif."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jarthec the Mayrrif 🌓 Marmot's Cradle**\n\n\"It's no use.\" Jarthec shook his head. \"The passage is behind the vault, so I still need the key. And I sure won't tell you where it is until you bring me what we discussed earlier.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHe was not impressed to see one of his ships scuttled, but he had enough room on his other four ships to carry the now twenty shipless men as they had traded many of their goods, the Ísmóðirian Einherjar had formed one cental camp in a triangular shape, which would give them eyes on every angle to maintain watch. Every man was ordered into this camp, as they needed every hand they could get"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Stay here, act like a prisoner, or a vikingr'll be likely to gut you.\" Herin snapped at the Mayrrif, then ran off towards the breach. Getting him the nose and ears of a vikingr wouldn't be easy... If he planned to do what the old fool said.\n\nOnce out of eyesight of the former Mayrrif, Herin began his search for a corpse. It wasn't easy, most of them had been thrown over the barricade, but he found a group of townsfolk in the process of carrying away a vikingr warrior. \n\"Stop! I need that for a second!\" He demanded, his sword in his hand. \nThe townsfolk didn't care much to argue with the masked madman who had blown up one of their houses just minutes ago, and so stepped back while Herin carved the facial features off the poor sod they had been carrying.\n\"There, do what you will now.\" He said quickly, returning to his new business partner, Jarthec.\n\nWhen he returned to the former Mayrrif, still standing in the ruins of his mansion, he tossed the ears and nose on the ground in front of him.\n\"I don't think anyone saw me, but when they notice the corpse has blade wounds instead of teeth marks, they might start to suspect something, so be quick with the key, eh?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jarthec the Mayrrif 🌓 Marmot's Cradle**\n\n\"You came back quite fast, eh Farensun?\" Said Jarthec \"You still have to untie me. That was the deal.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nIn a flash, Herin's sword was at the Mayriff's throat, it's steel blade shimmering in the moonlight, a hair's breath from Jarthec's flesh. \n\"Listen here *Jarthec*, the deal was you bring me to this passage, and in return I make sure you survive the night. Anything else was simply wishful thinking on your part. You have exactly two choices, tell me where the key is, or I wait here until the Vikingr find us and sacrifice *Both* Of us to their gods! Mutually assured destruction, remember? I'm prepared to die, Jarthec, are you?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jarthec the Mayrrif 🌓 Marmot's Cradle**\n\n\"Fool! You speak as if I didn't already have both feet on the grave! I have nothing to lose, but you do! Your crew! Your reputation! Your life! There is nothing you can treaten me with!\" Spat the Mayrrif. \"You are prepared to die? Well I'm already dead! If you want favours from a dead man, you ought to step into the grave with him.\"\n\nHe tucked the body parts Herin had given him parts into his cape.\n\n\"Let's start over. These are my terms: untie me, and bring me the head of a barbarian. And I don't want it from a stinky corpse! I want... His...\"\n\nJarthec directed Herin's gaze towards Blóðlaug."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nHerin stood in silence for a moment, eyes locked with the Mayriff, then put his sword down.\n\"Black depths, how did *You* Manage to run a village for so long?\" \nHerin stepped back, putting his sword in it's sheathe. His body relaxing, he almost seemed happy, though his tone still carried a dangerous edge.\n\"I don't need your tunnel, Jarthec. I don't need anything from you, I came here to end our dealings in the first place! You never understood *Mayriff*\" Herin spat the title, like it was a insult, rather than a name. \"I'm already dead, all the raiders are. We stepped into the noose the second we raised our flags, everything after that is just borrowed time. If I meet my end in your backwater, then I'll die a free man, with no regrets. But you? You'll die bound like a pig, in the ashes of your dignity.\"\n\nHerin swung his fist into Jarthec's face, hard enough to knock the man to the ground. Herin kneeled next to the Mayriff, taking his ropes and hogtying the man, his face still in the ashes of the mansion.\n\"See you in the morning Jarthec.\" He said, a cruel smile on his face under the mask.\n\nWalking away from the man, he returned to the field of battle, watching as the townsfolk began to set up traps alongside the Vikngr and his Raiders."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Blóðlaug\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe terrifyingly large woman was seen tearing the liver from one of the dead direwolves with her bare hand and eating it raw, she had furious, piercing ice blue eyes that were accentuated by the blood soaked on her face\n\nShe would get up and follow Herin, swallowing the rest of the liver before speaking \n\n\"What was that all about?\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Nothing.\" Herin said simply, returning to his men, their crossbows aimed at the barricade, ready to fire on whatever beast came through next. For his part, Herin wondered if he should have taken the Mayriff's deal. Then again, Jarthec would probably have betrayed him no matter what, so perhaps it all worked out for the best.\n\n\"Live free, die young, enjoy every second.\" He muttered under his breath, listening to the encroaching howls of the fellhounds. He made a promise to himself that if they started to fall, he'd make sure the beasts ate the Mayriff first."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌒 The Night**\n\n\"Shit, they're coming! Leave the bodies, run inside! Hide in the buildings!\"\n\nThe townspeople began to abandon their posts and run into their homes. They urged the other defenders to do the same. But they had accounted for time... Poorly. A deluge of beasts flooded the breaches. Hundreds upon hundreds of ravenous animals poured trough the openings, screeching like a tide of rats coming into a sewer. \nThe Fellhounds grossly ressembled dogs, if dogs were small, hairless, horrific, eyeless creatures. Truth be told, were it not for their appearence, Herin could've swore they behaved more like oversized rats than canines.They fell over the defenders dozens an time, gnawing savagely at every exposed piece of skin like Islander pirahas, and leaving nothing but bones and empty armor in their wake. \nBlades and bolts slaughtered them in droves, but they could not halt the endless tide of carnivorous vermin. And the worst was yet to come: most of the Fellhounds were still beyond the palisade, feasting on the corpses that the defenders had thrown outside.\n\nAmidst the chaos, one of the townsmen tried to organize a defense: \"Shit! The traps! The traps! Set the fires!\"\n\nIt was the last thing he shouted before being devoured."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Hold! Now!\"\n\nThe men had dug in massive moats along the walls that were filled with oil and wood, as beasts poured into it the archers would fire a flaming arrow into the pit, a whistling flame would roar as they were englufed in flame almost immediately"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"ARCHERS! LIGHT YOUR BOLTS AND FIRE!\" Herin roared to his men.\nAs the swarming mass of fellhounds gathered outside, devouring the bodies dumped to distract them, Herin's archers took advantage of their huddled formation. \n\nDipping their arrows in oil, then lighting them with torches, their projectiles were turned into bolts of fire, and aimed towards at the seething mass of hellhounds that feasted on the bodies outside the barricade.\nHerin had ordered his men to try and overshoot the mass by a small margin, creating a line of fire behind them. This would give the fellhounds two options. Either stay still and be easy targets for a second volley, or charge directly into the fire pit Dagstygg's men had dug."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌒 The Night**\n\nSeveral thousand Fellhounds were trapped between the walls of fire, and hundreds upon hundreds fell to a fiery death as they plunged towards Dagstygg's flaming pits. But they were too many, and the traps became clogged under the sheer amount of bodies that fell for them. Besides, Herin had made a mistake: by ordering to shoot the arrows so close to the palisade, he had caused the wooden cabers to catch fire. The wall was now ablaze.\n\nThis had a surpisingly strong effect on the Fellhounds, for the foul creatures were terrified of the light: they recoiled in fear, away from the heat of the flames and into darkness. Herin's arrows may have doomed the palisade, but they had bought the defenders precious time.\n\n\"Everybody inside the buildings!\" The villagers shouted."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Gods damn us! We find Jarthec and we sacrifice him, now! Herin. Where did you leave the god's meat?\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin wasn't listening to the Vikingr Jarl, he was too busy taking charge of the defenders.\n\"Archers! I want a two of you to every house, get on the roof if you have to, I want you in every vantage point! Anyone with a sword or axe, help barricade the doors, make sure nothing gets in!\"\n\nHerin made his way to the largest house still standing, taking with him a personal guard of his own men, as well as 4 archers. If everyone obeyed his orders, they could turn the streets of the town into a deathtrap for whatever came past the fire. So long as the warriors managed to keep anything from getting inside, the archers could pepper the streets with arrows free of harm."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Clayton\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nIt was now or never. The invaders were too busy fighting for their lives. Clayton was the last thing they had on their minds. While the archers where setting the walls on fire, he sneaked across the plaza towards the ruins of the Town Hall and rushed towards the vault. He knew of the passage. Being the sole member of the Mayrrif's inner circle had it's benefits.\nBut hope soon turned into despair when he found out that the vault had a key. No. Nononono. But of course. Of course the vault had a key. And because it was where the Mayrrif hoarded his gold, he had kept the key a secret even from Clayton.\nThe old veteran fell to his knees. After so many years, he would die devoured by Fellhoounds. Like the scum of Northwind. His life had been in vain. He began to weep.\n\n\"Eeughkgh.\"\n\nThe sound of a dying animal brought him back to his senses. An animal? Where? Clayton turned back towards the ruins of the Mansion's atruim, and lo and behold, miracle of miracles... It was Jarthec. He ran as fast as he could towads his former boss and crouched so he could hear what he was trying to say.\n\n\"Key... Gretha...\"\n\n_\n_\nThe girl! Jarthec had hid the key with his slave! Clayton ran trough the crumbling stairs towards what remained of the attic. A charred body hung over the atrium like a macabre candelabrum. And hanging from it's neck... A large, old, rusted key. The old veteran used his sword to separate the head from the calcinated body, making the key pendant fall to ground. He leaped from his vantage point and seized it with joy and desperation, then ran to the vault.\n\nBut he stopped. Jarthec was still laying on the ground. Was it okay to leave him there? He'd never fully agreed with the way he had run the town and even resented the way he treated him, but the man had favored him, and he had saved his life.\n\nAgainst his better judgement, Clayton returned for the vulture. He cut his ties and threw an arm over his shoulder before carrying him towards the vault. As Clayton sealed the iron gate from the inside, the vulture let out a wicked cackle. Once again, Clayton couldn't help but wonder if he had truly made the right choice.\n\n**Marmot's Cradle 🌒 The Night**\n\nHerin's strategy proved effective in keeping the archers safe, but it did little to cull the endless horde. Every arrow scored a hit, but the archers were running low on ammunition, and the Fellhounds kept coming. Failing to climb to the rooftops, the creatures began to attack the doors and windows of the houses, ocassionally breaking the wooden planks nailed to the frames by the villagers, and devouring everyone inside. Worse still, once the Fellhounds manged to break into a buildings, they could use the stairs and furniture to reach it's rooftop.\nThe fall of the first two houses cost the lives of four archers, but the third one held fast: the Vikingr inside managed to slay the Fellhounds and plug the breach before more creatures made their way inside.\n\n\"We need more fire! But there is almost no oil left! We have to burn houses! Only fires of that size will chase away those nightmares for good!\"\n\nIt meant sentencing more people, and perhaps some archers, to a fiery death."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Blóðlaug\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHearing her Jarl's rage she had decided to try and find this man for herself. She was fuming, she knew it was a terrible idea to move him. As she returned to the ruins she was greeted by the sight of Clayton and Jarthec, which sent her into a rage as she watched them on their way out. A roar of fury burst from her lungs as she hurled a throwing axe in Claytons direction before charging towards them"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin thought fast, then yelled out to the archers.\n\"Target the two empty houses! Burn them!\"\n\nThe archers fired, and the two houses went up in twin pillars of flame. Since they were in the direction the fellhounds were coming from, the fires would keep any more of the beasts from getting close, and allow for the defenders to easily mop up the fellhounds trapped on the other side of the flames"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Clayton\nThe Vault of the mansion\n\nIt was pitch dark inside the vault. Not a second after he'd pulled the key from the door, the wrath of the night crashed against it. Or was it the wrath of something else?\n\n\"CLANG! Clang!\" Two objects crashed against the door with savage fury. The first had wight, it must've been a hammer. Then something big, like an enraged animal, began to bang against the metal door.\n\n\"What is that?\" Asked Clayton.\n\n\"Ignore it.\" Said Jarthec. \"It must be the monsters. You just search for the lantern. I keep it in one of the corners to count the gold at night.\"\n\nThe thing outside kept hitting the door. It wasn't an animal. Was it a human?\n\n\"Maybe I should open it and slay the beast.\"\n\n\"Don't!\" Replied Jarthec. \"This is where I keep my gold, trust me whn I say I've made damn sure nothing can breach this vault. Just.. Don't open the door.\"\n\nClayton seached for the lantern. As Jarthec had said, it was in one of the corners. Lighting it up, it turned out to be a gold lantern.\nThe entire vault was filled with gold. Gold worth the entirety of Marmot's Cradle many times over.\n\n\"We will have to leave this gold here,\" Explained the vulture. He sounded devastated to pronounce those words. \"But there is no other way. You must seal the door of the secret passage on your way out so the gold remains safe. We will return for it someday.\"\n\nClayton opened the secret passage and the vulture got inside. He regretted not being able to take some of the gold with them, but it would only weight them down. Besides, as long as he had the key, they could always return for it. The loud banging was still going in full force, but after he locked the second door the sound became muffled. Jarthec took the time to utter some dramatic words:\n\n\"Look back, Clayton. Always look back. Our part in this scene may have come to an end, but our role in this play is far from over.\"\n\nThe men dissapeared in the depths of the tunnel.\n\n**Marmot's Cradle 🌒 The Night**\n\nWhen the houses lighted up, the Fellhounds retreated. They ran away from the light with desperation, clearing the streets and even jumping into the river. It was an astounding success: the vermintide was routed far beyond the broken palisade.\n\nThe people cheered. Some even went outside the houses and jumped, euphoric to be alive. But the wary among them were reluctant to celebrate so prematurely. Unlike the Direwolves, the assault of the Fellhounds had left far more dead than wounded, and the archers had spent most of their ammunition. Exhaustion had begun to take it's toil on the defenders, and it was barely an hour past midnight.\n\nIt was time to regroup, lick wounds, and prepare anew."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Blóðlaug\nMarmots cradle\n\nThe woman would walk up to Herin calmly, clenching her fists slightly however.\n\"Herin. Do you notice anything... Missing? Anything at all?\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin looked at the large woman, then sighed.\n\"Now? Really? If you want to complain, then do it later, once we're out of this mess. But right now, get out of my way and let me save us from these monsters!\"\n\nHerin turned, then walked back towards his men, preparing their strategy in his head. \nThey were almost out of arrows, which meant they would have to change tactics. Hopefully they wouldn't face another enemy like the fellhounds, something that could be dealt with using swords and steel instead of arrows."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"The thing I remained here for is now gone, and the town is destroyed. What little oil we have left will be strapped to the Mayriff's boat and used to blow a hole in that rock pile, we leave now.\"\n\n*The Jarl turns to the villagers, he was angry but hid it well.*\n\n\"Hear me, you miserable creatures! Your life would have been awful here with, or without me. Death would befall you at any time, with, or without me! I give you a choice, dawn is soon upon us and the ships of the Blood Maiden Kolga will be coming over the waves! I offer you the chance to come with us, and build a new settlement under the rule of a far fairer individual, in a far more hospitable land! All you who take my offer raise your left hand! All those who do not, be silent!\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin looked at the Jarl, shaking his head. This man was a good fighter, but he was woefully out of his depth as a leader.\n\"Jarl, you can't do that. You try to move the oil onto a boat, and you'll have to go past the barricade. Whatever is waiting out there will tear you to pieces before you can even get the barrels loaded.\"\n\nHerin then pointed to the hatch which the Mayrrif had escaped through.\n\"Besides, the Mayrrif isn't gone, he's just hiding behind that door. He can't afford to leave that tunnel during the night, and come morning he won't expect us to still be here. After your sister arrives and we've dealt with the beasts, we'll pry open that door and wrench him out.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Very well. Prepare your men. Dawn is nearly upon us, but the night is not yet over. This time we make sure we're at full strength, I'm starting to get fucking mad...\" \n\n*He growls and drags the alpha direwolf off to the camp to be skinned, he wanted a fine fur cloak*"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌑 The Night**\n\nThe defenders stood watch for several minutes, but nothing came, despite the ruined state of the palisade. It was as if even Northwind itself wanted to stay away from that accursed town. The anxiety was almost as worse as the danger, and many men began to feel uneasy. Some were even convinced they were being watched.\n\n\"Nothing but a dying direwolf here,\" Said one of the sentinels. \"There are still some damned Fellhounds hiding in the dark corners of houses, we should go clear those.\"\n\nThe sentiel turned and realized he was speaking to himself, even though his partner had been right beside him a moment ago. And he was not the only one. Slowly but surely, similar scenes repeated themselves across town: one of the Vikingr came back to find a brave warrior had uncharacteristically deserted his post, an archer suddenly found himself alone in a rooftop, villagers couldn't find the people they had entrusted with repair tasks...\n\nAll over Marmot's Cradle, people were missing..."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe disappearances had been brought to Herin's attention. Clearly something was attacking them, something they couldn't see. \n\"EVERYONE IN THE HOUSES!\" Herin ordered, his men and the Jarl's teaming into the buildings. Whatever this thing was, cramped spaces would hamper it if it needed to move fast. \nHerin and his men entered the largest building, alongside a few of the Vikingr warriors. Whatever came for them, Herin knew he'd be prepared."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌑 The Night**\n\nBut he was not prepared. Not for what he found inside.\n\nThe building had been tranformed into a charnel house. The bodies of missing villagers, Vikingr, and Hanged Men alike were all there: pierced, chewed, bisected... Impaled to the roof and walls with the splinters of their own bones. The halls were splattered with blood, but the bodies had none. It had been sucked out of them, leaving the corpses pale and withered. And the stench was noxious. Some enfeebled villagers even vomited when Herin opened the door, and the putrid air came out.\n\nThe... Thing had hid the bodies on purpose. It had not expected the humans to seek refuge in it's new lair, but it had been clever enough to know that it could not leave the bodies out in the open. It was a hunter, and it understood it's prey.\n\n\"It's evil!\" Shouted a villager \"The Mayrrif's sorcery! His ghost is haunting this town! We abandoned our dead to the Fellhounds, and now the gods have abandoned us! We should've given them a proper burial!\"\n\nOthers were more concerned about Farensun's orders:\n\n\"No way I'm going there,\" Said one of the villagers. \"If I'm going to die, it won't be in the dark, struggling to breathe. Stalked by some undead abomination.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nHerin almost vomited himself, but within the confines of his mask, that would be a bad idea. The people were terrified, if he didn't do something fast, they would panic, and that would be the end of them all.\n\"SILENCE!\" He roared, using his most commanding voice. He still had his Hanged Raiders thankfully, and they made sure that everyone was standing at attention when he spoke.\n\n\"Look at yourselves! It wants this! If we stay out here, we'll be picked off one by one, dead before the sun rises! Whatever this thing is, it made it's lair here to scare us out because it *Knows* If we stay together it can't do anything!\"\nHerin drew his sword, pointing it towards the charnel house that was the lair of the beast. \n\"People of the Cradle, you have had a hard night, you have watched your friends, your family, die to monsters out of a nightmare, you have every right to be terrified\" \n\nHerin looked over the crowd, there were more hanged raiders and Vikingr than there were townsfolk at this point, as Herin had hoped. He had given his men orders to use the villagers as shields, let them die in their place when possible, and that strategy had paid off. \n\"However, if you do not follow my orders now, then whatever nightmare stalks us now will seem like a pleasant dream compared to what I will do.\"\n\nHerin watched the townspeople, some of them seemed angry, some scared, but most simply looked defeated. They were a people with nothing left, even if they survived, their homes were destroyed, their families slaughtered. All they had left was a will to survive, and that motivation drove them into the blood-soaked halls of the manor."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"We go now, outside and face the creature. My men have been wounded worse by better...\" \n\nDagstygg orders his men into a defensive shield wall circle with spears pointing outward, one simple order would call them to this formation, \"Skjöldveggur!\". They stomp and shout \"Hough!\" To signal a completed shield wall layer as they shove the spears outward inbetween the gaps in the shields, layer by layer they form up until they are nothing but a massive dome of shields and weapons.\n\n\"Anything that touches those fucking shields, stab it!\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌑 The Night**\n\nWith the Hanged Raiders inside the building, and the Jarl's men in a defensive shield, the monster stopped it's attacks.\n\nFor a moment, it seemed like it'd given up. But then, just as with the disappearences before, it became evident the creature had not sat idle.\n\nMarmot's Cradle became engulfed in darkness as the thing snuffed the fires of the town one by one. And when the clouds obscured the light of the moon, said darkness turned absolute save for the red embers of the charred houses.\n\nThe hunter had returned.\n\nIt passed by the shield formation, yet instead of attacking the men, it caressed the tip of the spears with rending claws retreating back into the night. It's target wasn't Dagstygg's men... At least not now.\n\nInside the building there was still light... And nausea. The smell was too pugnent. It made the villagers and Hanged Raiders feel dizzy, but worst of all, it made them distracted.\n\nA pair of rending claws smashed trough the wooden planks of a window, impaling a villager and snatching him outside in an eyeblink. The same thing happened to a couple of Herin's archers standing near the skylight.\n\nMeanwhile, the Vikingr wall found itself under attack: a blunt hit smashed against the shields. Tender meat sank into the lances. It was but a single hit. Was the creature dead? No. Another hit came, stronger, but just as inert as the first one. This time, a foetid smell came out of the flesh pierced by the spears.\n\nCorpses.\n\nThe creature was throwing corpses."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nThe smell of death still nauseated Herin, but he tried to clear his mind. Hiding inside had done nothing but delay the inevitable... They were outmatched, this creature was smart, no, not just smart, intelligent. This thing wasn't some savage animal controlled by base emotions like the wolves or the hounds, this thing knew what it was doing. It had a plan, a line of thought. Then it hit him, he knew what to do.\n\n\"Men! Form up! Archers in the center, swords and spears in the middle, and townsfolk on the edge! We're heading to the boat!\" Herin smiled under his mask, if this worked...\nThe townsfolk grumbled, some almost refusing to go outside, but the threat of certain death inside made them ignore the possible death outside. \nAs they crossed the threshold, Herin yelled to the Vikingr from the center of the formation.\n\"Dagstygg! Form your shield wall around us! We're heading to our ship!\"\n\nWhether the Vikingr warrior listened to him or not, the next steps would be the same. Navigating the town in the dark was hard, but the villagers knew the way to the docks, where Herin's ship waited in the river. If the creature attacked them, it would hopefully take the easy prey on the outside of the formation, instead of the heavily armed raiders at the center. \n\nFinally reaching the docks, Herin and his men led the Townsfolk up the gangplank, and onto the main deck of the ship. This part was the most dangerous, as the beast could use the masts to attack from above, so Herin had the archers keep their eyes in the sky. \n\"Open the hold.\" He gestured to a few of his men. A large hatch on the center of deck led directly to the hold, which his men pried open.\n\n\"Townspeople! Inside the hold we'll be safe, quickly, down the ladder, one at a time!\" \nIn their panic, the townspeople didn't go one at a time, but they certainly did go down into the hold. Once the last one had crawled into the dimly lit underbelly of the ship, Herin gestured to one of his men.\n\"Pull up the ladder.\"\n\nThe townspeople didn't notice until they saw the ladder leave them, screaming at Herin, demanding to know what this was about. The hatch still wasn't closed, and the only other door out of the hold was locked from the outside. The people of Marmot's cradle were trapped. \n\nHerin and his men moved back from the hatch, waiting, watching. His men were terrified, they didn't understand his plan, but Herin remained calm. He looked out into the darkness, and spoke.\n\"I doubt you can understand me, but I believe you can understand your choices. Me and my men, armed to the teeth, or a hold full of helpless flesh. I offer you a feast, courtesy of the Hanged Raiders.\"\nAnd so they waited for the beast to take the bait, to snap close the hatch of hold, and capture the most dangerous beast in Northwind."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌑 The Night**\n\n\"TRAITOR!\" Exclaimed the villagers. \"Your mourning will be eternal!\"\n\nHerin could hear something slithering in the water. Something prowling the boat's hull. Then, one of his men vanished as if he had never been there. The tactic had succeded in getting the Nightstalker near the boat, but the trappers were too close to their bait. The creature kept dealing the Hanged Raiders a death of a thousand cuts, picking it's members one by one.\n\nThey needed to step away from the boat if they wanted to convince the creature that the townsfolk were undefended, but doing so would prevent the raiders from closing the hatch... Herin needed to think of a way to spring the trap from a distance, and fast..."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\n\"Mourn for you? I'd sooner kiss Bradai Maith.\" Herin sneered. But his confidence was wearing thin, he needed to get away from here, and fast, otherwise the beast would keep attacking his men instead of the townsfolk. So how could one close a hatch from a distance?\n\n\"Men, follow me!\" He ran towards the hatch, his men following suit, forming a barrier around him. Taking one of the ropes used to tie the boat to the docks, he then tied one end through the ring of the hatch. The noose of the rope he tossed upwards, and catching on the mast. \nNow, the Hatch couldn't close, the rope held it up, only by severing the rope could the hatch fall. \n\n\"Everyone off the ship!\" Herin yelled, his men running down the gangplank as fast as they could. Watching from a distance, Herin took a crossbow from one of his men. This was his one chance, a literal shot in the dark. He had to sever the rope with a crossbow bolt as soon as the beast made it's way into the hold. For most men, this would seem impossible.\nBut Herin had just dueled a two headed wolf, fought a endless tide of fellhounds, and killed an entire town just for a chance to capture a nightmare wrapped in flesh. Impossible meant nothing to him anymore. \nHe waited, standing still in the darkness, and then when his moment came, fired, and hoped his aim was true."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Your options are clear, mainlanders. You come and make a new life with my colony, or you die. Make your choice. Now... I have a beast to slay.\" \n\nDagstygg Jarl made a strange and startling decision, he donned his helmet and tightened his armor, grabbing a spear from one of his men as they passed by him, and yanking a shield from off of his ship. His armor would be able to put up with the beast's teeth and claws, but the shock of its force may cause injury. He stepped into the open area of the village between the harbour and the houses.\n\n\"I advise you go with your men, Herin.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌘 The Night**\n\nBoth men and their troops stood in silence, awaiting the next attack. It wasn't coming, and the wait was started to become unbearable. Then, the clouds dissipated, and the moonlight fell over the town once more... The creature was revealed.\n\nIt was standing tall over the remains of a large house. Two or three times the size of a man, the creature was surprisingly slender, almost disgustingly so. In it's most basic from it ressembled a starved cadaver, hunched and with ghoulish pale skin. Where it became truly monstrous was in it's appendages: it had a pair of hind legs, and two sets of upper limbs, all ending with rending claws. The uppermost ones were the sharpest, while the ones below where shorter and more \"Human-like\". It's face, or lack thereof, was it's most disturbing feature. The monster had no eyes or nose. Four thin slins above it's mouth were it's olfactory organs. And the mouth was a horror of it's own: distensible and filled with sharp fangs that were neither cracked nor deformed.\nSo it was that when the moonlight fell over the Nightstalker, it's maw was still drooling with the blood of it's human prey.\n\nThe creature screeched into the night. Herin and Dagstygg could sense it: it was meant for them. The creature knew where they were, and it knew the townsfolk were alone. Believing itself out of the warrior's reach, the creature leapt over the mast of the ship, then fell on it's deck.\n\nHerin didn't see it enter the hold, but the sudden shrieks of terror and agony were all he needed to know the Nightstalker had made it inside."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nThis was it, his chance. Herin held the crossbow steady, aimed at the rope that suspended the hatch of the hold.\nHe didn't bother listening to the Jarl, the man was mad with bloodlust by now, whatever he was saying didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was this one moment, just him against the beast.\nHe exhaled, and fired.\n\nThrough the screams, he heard it, a snap of a rope. It had worked.\n\"GO! LOCK THE BLOODY HATCH!\" Herin roared, his men rushing onboard the ship, literally jumping on top of the hatch to weigh it down, while others locked it with chains and braces. By the time they were finished, it would have taken a direct hit from a trebuchet to open that hatch. \n\nHerin slumped against the mast, still listening to the whimpers and screams of the people dying below deck. It was over, he had beaten the monster. And now, it was his. \nThe only other way in or out of the hold was a small door inside the ship, but that was already wrought iron, and too small for a creature like the Nightstalker to fit through comfortably. Still, he sent men to double check the locks and barricade it, just to make sure. \nHerin laughed, first only to himself, then louder and louder, until his men began to take notice. \nHe turned to them, smiling wide under his mask, arms outstretched.\n\"We won! WE WON! We faced nightmares out of children's tales and we WON! You think Maith or his fools could do this? Not in a million years! We're the Hanged Raiders, conquerors of the night!\"\n\nA cheer went up among his men, coated in blood and grime, wounded and tired, they forgot their woes and cheered. They had survived the night of northwind, and that made them feel invincible."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Marmot's Cradle 🌤️ The Dawn**\n\nAnd so in a lightless place, the sun rose at last.\n\nThe light of dawn was palpable on Dagstygg's armour as well as his skin. It reflected over Herin's mask like a mirror, refracting over the ruins it's golden rays. Little remained of the town but ruins and empty houses, the night had left it an empty husk.\n\nDarkness had also taken a toll on the warbands. Of the three longships the Berserkergangr had brought to Marmot's Cradle, one had been scuttled, and yet the surviving men were barely enough to fill the others. As for Herin's forces, while initially spared the brunt of the onslaught, they had then fallen under half strength thanks to the Nightstalker. The creature would now occupy the hold of Herin's ship in place of the fallen.\n\nDespite all of this, both warbands lived, even if the town did not. Standing over the corpse of the Marmot's Cradle, the survivors got to enjoy the privilege of bathing in the light of a brand new day."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin gazed towards the rising sun, it's rays warming his skin. It was over... Or at least the worst of it was. There was still one thing left to do. \n\"Men! The former Mayrrif if this place abandoned us, left us to die while he ran off to his bolt hole! How about we pry him out of it?!\"\nAnother cheer from Herin's men, as they followed him through the burning streets to the remains of the Mayrrif's mansion. He gestured for Dagstygg to follow, but he wasn't sure if the Vikingr leader cared at this point.\n\nThe door to the Mayrrif's tunnel wasn't something they could break through easily, but Herin knew a few tricks to open these kinds of doors. A door is only as strong as it's hinges, after all, and with the Mayrrif's mansion in literal shambles, it wouldn't be as hard to pry the door off of them. It might take hours, but time was something they had now."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"I fought to bring this man to death, and the gods demand his blood. Tear down that fucking door!\"\n\nVikingr warriors begin tearing into the edges of the door with their axes to pry it open"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Mayrrif's mansion vault**\n\nAfter a long hour of arduous labor, the door finally cracked. The Mayrrif was long gone. He had not lied about the secret passage. Another iron door, identical to the first one, could be found on the other side of the vault.\n\nWhat the vulture had not mentionned was the gold. The vault was swelling with the riches. Generations worth of wealth, amassed over the years by means of predatory loans and unfair taxation. The loot that Jarthec had taken from Dagstygg was all there, as was the blood and sweat of many others, pocketed from it's rightful owners in order to quench the Mayrrif's avarice."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin didn't bother to restrain his men, they had earned some relaxation. He simply watched as they charged into the room, filling their hands and pockets with golden trinkets and baubles, letting coins run through their hands. Moral was important, especially after an ordeal such as this. He turned over his shoulder to the Jarl.\n\n\"Well, seeing as how me and my men caught the beast, and I'm the only reason we found this loot, I'd normally press for a eighty-twenty split of the loot.\" Herin said, a friendly hand on the Jarl's shoulder.\n\"However, seeing as it was my fault the Mayriff got away, and in the name of cementing our newfound alliance, I'll give you a seventy-thirty split, how's that? Sounds more than fair to me.\" \nHerin patted the larger man, then walked into the vault alongside his men. \n\nHerin was suddenly very thankful he brought three ships with him. He wouldn't want to store all this gold alongside the nightstalker. \nAll this gold the Mayriff had collected, it was a truly spectacular amount. If he had put more of this into the defense of his town, then Herin doubted the Jarl and his people would have gotten very far at all. He almost laughed at the thought of the Mayriff crawling back to the burned-out ruins of his town, only to find that his secret stash of gold had been looted. Marmot's Cradle would be wiped from the map after this, courtesy of Herin Farensun and the Hanged Raiders."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe Jarl would turn to the man with an obvious spark of anger, this had most definately not gone his way so far.\n\n\"Your men had no regard for the villagers that I could have put to work in my colony, and yes, you did let the Mayriff escape, a sacrifice would have improved my odds in these lands. You come here and ask me to join your conquest, but remember I am your Ally, not your employee. Do not insult me, Herin. A fifty fifty split would be a fair choice as of this moment, would quell the rage of my men, and see their morale improved while fighting in your war. In future, you may split any loot however you wish, but this was a catastrophy.\" \n\nHe whistled to his men and had them load treasure into chest boxes and then carry them out to the remaining ships, they had to work with haste."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin laughed slightly, more of a pissed off chuckle than anything really. When the Jarl's men came to haul away the treasure, he held stood his ground, baring their way. They were not done negotiating just yet.\n\n\"Fifty-fifty? I understand that you're upset the Mayrrif escaped, and so I'm willing to be lenient, but that's not how this works.\"\nThough Herin might be the shorter man, his presence certainty dominated the room. It was not anger that he expressed, but a quiet, reserved wrath, bubbling at the surface, but wrapped in a facade of calm and poise. \n\"You destroyed the wall in the first place, if I hadn't graciously offered my help, you wouldn't be alive right now to claim this loot, let alone know of it's location. I was the one who defeated the fellhounds, and the only reason you survived the wolves was because of my help. If not for me, you would be dead right now.\"\n\nHerin paused, looking the larger man in the eye. He didn't speak for a moment, simply watching the Jarl's face for any reaction.\n\"Besides, what would you do with the gold? You're strangers in a strange land, you have no contacts, no resources, no one to do trade with. Come with me down south, and I will ensure your needs are taken care of. I know people, we can maybe even get you a new boat.\"\nHe patted the large man on the shoulder, the tension seemingly gone.\n\"Sixty-forty, final offer, sound good?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "\"Very well. Sixty fourty it is. There will be more plunder in the future, either way.\"\n\nTheir conversation would sound be cut off by distant drumming. The sound and type of the drum was Ísmóðirian without a doubt, But the beat was far more primal, and rather than singing, the rowing cadence was just the sound of men rhythmically chanting...\"Hou\"...\"Hou...\"Hou\"...\n\nStepping out to see the source of the sound, a fleet of Drakkars would be crashing over the horizon from the north, twenty five of them had blood red sails with imagery of a skeletal being running a man through with a spear, and on the front where a figurehead would be, was a wood carving of a raven carrying a skull, behind them was the rest of Dagstygg's fleet, which numbered Fourty putting the number of Drakkars at 70, each carried around 20 men, the blood red sails having a total of 600 amoungst them, and Dagstyggs fleet with the sails depicting a man holding spear and sword with the head of a bear had 900.\n\nThe prow of the frontmost ship had a woman with a wild eye and blood red hair standing upon it, her face with a red paint in the pattern of a skull would stretch into a grin as she caught sight of the flattened village\n\n\"Gods be fair to us... My sister has arrived and picked up my fleet along the way..\"\n\nDagstyggs fleet wasn't entirely warriors, maybe around three quarters of them were, but the remaing number were farmers and tradesmen. Kolga's clan on the other hand... They had no need for farmers or smiths, all were warriors.\n\nWhile the rest of the fleet waited seaside, Kolga would sail up river to retrieve the marooned group."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Roen Koern - Outskirts of the Marmot's Cradle**\n\nRendell crawled to her side, knife in hand, clutching it so hard that a drop of blood slipped trough his fingers. Far below them, there was a scene of devastation.\n\"We must strike and fade,\" He said. \"Gut them all before those ships can reinforce them.\"\n\n\"No,\" Roen's voice was calm, but deep down she seethed with anger. \"We're too far. We won't make it in time.\"\n\nAt her father's request, Roen had assembled a reconnaissance force to investigate how the situation between the craven ruler of Marmot's Cradle and a supposed war party of strange foreigners had develloped in his absence. Turns out it had been a massacre the likes of which the vulture had never even dreamt of. Her scouts had found the town a smoking husk and it's people slaughtered. Amidst the distant ruins, barbarians and pillagers soiled the ground with their filthy steps, celebrating their carnage with euphoric cheers.\n\n\"Send birds to The Lighthouse, the Sunken Pass, and to my father. The message is as follows: Presence of marauders as described by Captain Rian confirmed. Town massacred. Arrival of ennemy reinfocements in excess of eight hundred. Naval assets estimated between fifty and one hundred. Roen Koern retreating to the Sunken Pass and awaiting instructions.\"\n\n\"Aye captain,\" Replied Rendell. He crawled backwards and away from the ledge. Roen followed suit shortly after, but only after throwing one last murderous glance at the red sails with her ice blue eyes.\n\nThey would pay for this. The Matriarch would know of it, and their fate would be sealed."
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nHerin looked down the river at the mass of ships. A whole fleet of barbarians, armed to the teeth. He was certainly glad he had allied with Dagstygg right now. \n\"Men! Get the gold on our ships, we're leaving this hell-hole the second we can!\" \nEager to escape this place, the men quickly began to pile the gold into chests and wheelbarrows, or any other containers they could find in the ruins. With two other ships docked in the harbor, they would have more than enough space to store their haul. \n\nTurning to Dagstygg, he gestured towards the incoming fleet of warships.\n\"Well, it seems help has arrived. Just make sure your sister knows we're friends, eh?\" Herin chuckled, but inside, he was wondering if this woman could be trusted. He knew her type, scag pirates who cared only for bloodlust, warriors who knew only combat, more like animals than men. They were usually the type to refuse confederation with the Hanged Raiders, as more allies meant less people to kill. \n\n\"Once we free your ships from the river, me and you should discuss plans for the future.\" He spoke to Dagstygg, but his eyes were still on the approaching Vikingr fleet. \"I have strategies and plans already in place for my war...*Our* War, in the isles. We need to make sure your people have a place in those plans, and a place in the isles when we're done.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Kolga Jarlskona and Dagstygg Jarl\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe woman would leap off her ship once it had pulled up next to the shore, she began strutting towards the men with open arms and a grin on her face. In the ship behind her, two massive wolves easily the size of the Direwolves that had attacked the night before would appear, watching their master as she walked off.\n\n\"Skegg af Hymir, hefur þú einhvern tíma verið upptekinn, bróðir!\"\n\nHe crossed his arms as his sister approached, his men seemed to stare in awe at the sight of the Bloodmaiden Kolga, they had heard of her, but never truly seen her. Some seemed worried at the prospect of her coming along. Dagstygg however had his reasons, and he would begin to converse with his sister\n\n\"Mun uppteknari en ég vildi að ég væri. Ég hef kallað þig til mín í stríð, eins og þú veist að ég er að búa til nýtt heimili hér, og þessi maður hefur boðið verulegt landsvæði ef við drepum konung í suðri.\"\n\nKolga would turn to look at Herin, her brow raised before she began to laugh. Dagstygg would shake her out of it quite literally by grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her about, asking her a final question.\n\n\"Sú staðreynd að þú komst svona langt segir mér að þú sért áhugasamur. Ertu með?\"\n\nShe Laughed once again for a moment before unsheathing an axe, tossing it into the air and catching it as it falls, a grin on her face.\n\n\"Förum að drepa kóng.\"\n\n[Translated: Hymir's beard have you been busy, Brother!\n\nMuch busier than I wish I was. I have called you to me in war, as you know I'm building a new home here, and this man has offered substantial territory if we kill a king in the south. \n\nThe fact that you came this far tells me you are interested, you in?\n\nLets go kill a king]"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmot's Cradle\n\nHerin didn't understand a single word of what the two were saying, but the woman didn't seem to want him dead, so he assumed Dagstygg had explained their situation properly. He walked up to Kolga cautiously, keeping his posture respectful.\n\"Ah, greetings... Kolga, was it? I am Herin, Captain of the Hanged Raiders, I assume your brother told you about me? If you're willing to join us in our arrangement, then I wholeheartedly accept your help.\" He held out a hand, offering her a handshake. \n\"Your brother has his ships trapped behind some debris, but with your assistance, I'm certain we can unbury them before noon.\"\nThe oil had all been used up, meaning they couldn't use the battering ram plan anymore, however with the increase in manpower, it would be easier, and less risky, to simply remove it by hand.\n\nHerin's men were intimidated by the newly arrived mass of warriors, but after what they went through last night, nothing seemed to truly faze them. They went about their business, loaded the holds of the two ships that weren't occupied with a nightstalker with the loot stolen from the Vulture. They needed to be ready to sail as soon as Herin ordered it, and with the sudden decrease in the number of crewmen, that meant they had to start working on the ships as soon as possible."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Kolga Jarlskona\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"My ships are fitted with rams. Large and full of steel. You want through those rocks, i'll flatten the way with a Drakkar. Unless you have a better idea.\"\n\nShe would grip his hand and shake it, her grip was strong like shaking the hand of an arm wrestler"
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHein let go of her hand, wiggling his fingers just to make sure nothing was broken. These people were strong, that was for certain, though apparently that was all they knew. \n\"Lady Kolga, I would not advise that. Your ships might have steel rams, but I'd venture to say the rest is made of wood. Smashing into a pile of rocks with a ship made mostly of wood is a poor idea, in my experience. Your brother has already had to scuttle one ship, let us not spend more time here than we have to be losing another.\"\n\nHe gestured to his flagship, now docked in the harbor where his men were loading gold onboard.\n\"Besides, while the men clear the blockage, we'll have time to discuss plans for the southern isles. If we are to take the head of Bradai Maith, then you both must know how we will go about it.\"\nHerin walked towards his ship, beckoning the two Vikingr leaders to follow him aboard. \n\"Come, I have rum onboard.\" He spoke with a tone one usually reserved for close friends, though he had only known Dagstygg for a night and a morning, and Kolga for barely a minute. But he needed to keep up appearances, no sense on destroying an alliance before it had begun by acting rude."
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and Kolga Jarlskona\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe two Vikingr would follow Herin, allowing the men to prepare the explosive boat that would be used to blow a hole in the rock blockade. Kolga would whistle to her wolves to follow, she often kept them close by. Their names were Hausbrjótr, \"Skull crusher\" And Stríðsdreki, \"War Dragon\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\nHerin made his way to his cabin. It was a large room, decorated with maps and charts, along with different bits and baubles, trophies of successful raids, and memories of past victories. At the center of the room was a large wooden desk, nailed to the floor, and a large chain behind it. Not quite a throne, but a symbol of his command nonetheless. Herin sat down, and gestured for the two vikingr to pull up seats of their own.\n\"Please, take a seat.\" He said, digging around in a cabinet of the desk, before finally pulling out a large scroll.\n\n\"This\" He said triumphantly, unfurling the scroll, a map of the southern isles, and laying it down upon the table in front of the Vikingr. \"Is the Southern Isles, the domain of Bradai Maith, and soon to be the new home for your people.\" He looked up from the map, turning his eyes to the two Vikingr leaders. \"But before we divide up this land, we need to take it, and for that, we need strategy.\"\n\nSitting back down in his chair, Herin seemed totally at ease. He was in his domain now, and it showed. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers webbed together in contemplation of his next words. \n\"I won't lie to you, we are severely outmatched in terms of raw manpower. Maith commands the largest fleet in Marin, an armada that we cannot hope to match, even with your numbers. We *Cannot* Win a head on confrontation, no matter what we have at hand. Unless you have the literal wrath of the gods behind you, a full-on war is suicide.\"\n\n\"The empire Maith has built is like a leviathan, a massive beast that cannot be challenged. I'd say he almost fancies himself a sort of new Tide-Barer, though except instead of a beast of flesh and bone, he commands one of wood and steel.\" Herin paused, normally he would not talk Maith up so much, but these people were the type to charge into Tonate proper and get themselves killed if he didn't hold them back, so he needed to make sure they understood the situation.\n\n\"However, the leviathan has a chink in it's armor. Maith has built an empire, true, but it's greatest strength is also it's weakness.\"\n\"It's size.\"\nHerin was not your average scag pirate with delusions of grandeur. He had prepared for this, studied history and tactics, ensured that he would not repeat the same mistakes others before him had made. He pointed to the map of the Southern Isles, his finger tracing a path from tonate proper to several other islands, small chunks of land that surrounded the center mass. \n\"Food, raw materials, imports and exports, all these things are essential to any empire. Maith has created a self-sustaining system, one he thinks invulnerable. We will show him just how wrong he is. The isles create most of their own food, and most of this goes to feeding Maith's fleets.\"\nHerin singled out many small islands, each one labeled with names of different crops or products they made. \n\"Maith has made a monster of the Isles, but what happens when he cannot feed the beast?\"\nUnder his mask, Herin smiled, a cruel smirk of a madman.\n\"It devours itself.\"\n\"We are going to burn every farm, every poppy plantation, every last source of food or profit that Maith controls. I don't mean raid, I mean *Burn*, salt the earth, ensure that he cannot recover. We are going to cripple the beast, one fire at a time, until he can do nothing but *Weep* At the sight of his precious Isles in flames!\" \nHerin didn't even notice it, but he had stood from his seat, leaning over the table with both fists on the map, ranting like a madman. His calm demeanor was gone, the rage beneath bubbling to the surface, and overflowing. He caught himself, almost surprised at his outburst. Sitting back down, he unruffled his coat, looking back at the two Vikingr warriors.\n\"So, will you help me burn down a king?\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Kolga Jarlskona and Dagstygg Jarl\n\n\"We stand with you, Herin. But I must say one thing. These attacks will surely gain the attention of this beast, and I suggest we make alliances to help us. Whether that means taking smaller lords out of power and replacing them with puppet lords, or gaining their favor, it is an option we should take into account.\"\n\nKolga sat idly, seeming almost bored as she picked at her tooth with one of her knives. After her brother was finished speaking she would finally chime in\n\n\"Just tell me when I get to kill something.\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nMarmots Cradle\n\n\"Yes, yes, alliances need to be forged, and taking territory is imperative. However, no lords will ally with us if we don't show strength first. If we strike a blow to Maith, I can assure you more Scag pirates and lords dissatisfied with Maith will join our ranks.\" Herin waved his hand, acknowledging the Jarl's words, but not fully convinced of their worth.\n\"We will draw the attention of the beast, true, however by simply destroying instead of capturing his land, we can move swiftly, without giving Maith a target to attack. We will be swift, deadly, and gone before they can rally.\"\n\nA sound was heard from outside. The men had removed the last blockage from the river, and the Vikingr ships were ready to sail again.\n\"But first, let us return to the Southern Isles. You both should get a good look at your new home.\""
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"author": "do_69420",
"message": "Dagstygg Jarl and Kolga Jarlskona\nMarmots Cradle\n\nThe two make their way out with Herin, Dagstygg making his way onto his ship and Kolga onto hers. They briefly conversate about who will lead the rowing chant, and it eventually falls onto Dagstygg.\n\nAs they haul out, the massive fleet would align with Herin and open sail, their sailing song beginning. Dagstygg calls for the Vikingr to sing a song often sung by raiders of Ísmóðir, however he called for them to sing in a common tongue the pirates of Herin would understand, as if to boost their morale. Drums begin to thud as they cleave into the waves\n\n\"Ships on vigor of the waves are skimming\nBarren summits to the verdant plains\nEach horizon is a new beginning\nRise and reign\n\nFar from the fjords and the ice cold currents\nRavens soar over new frontiers\nSongs and sagas of a fate determined\nShields and spears\n\nVows of favour or the thrill of plunder\nPull together for the clan and kin\nClash of hammers and the crash of thunder pounds within...\n\nSails a' swaying on the crimson rivers\nBlood and glory in the fighting fields\nShields a' shatter into splintered timbers\nIron and steel\n\nFires are rising and the bells are ringing\nGlory take us into Hymir's halls...\nGolden glimmer and the sound of singing\nGuðheim's call...\""
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"author": "beegcatfish",
"message": "Herin Farensun\nDownriver from Marmots Cradle, near the Ocean\n\nHerin looked out upon the sea before him. The breeze whipped through the holes in his mask and brushed against his face, the salty air filled his lung, he felt at home. \n\"Chart a course for Libertalia! With a few stops along the way, might need to pick up some slaves to feed to our new pet!\" What to do with that beast, he wondered. He'd like to have a pet, but it seemed a little too nasty for even him. Maybe he could drop it off at Tonate Proper, a little gift for Bradai Maith. He chuckled at the thought.\n\nIt struck him in this moment that he was closer than ever before to realizing his goal. He had an army of barbarians at his back, gold in his hold, and a monster at his beck and call. As the Vikingr Fleet turned to follow Herin's ships, he felt invincible. He would burn the Isles and tear down the Pirate King, he would decorate his throne with Maith's skull, and restore the glory of the Pirate Clans. Or maybe he'd just take the throne for his own, after all, he was a pirate. \n\nHerin Farensun looked out upon the future, and smiled.\n\n[DEPARTURE FROM NORTHWIND]"
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nLoralie gave him a nervous smile when he mentioned her skill, but a cold feeling spread throughout her stomach as he brought up the subject of a challenge. A slight tremor ran throughout her body as he informed her that he would be returning her to Araedia, should she fail to win. Was he trying to scare her into doing well? Or perhaps frighten her into doing poorly?\n\nThe girl felt a mix of confusing emotions as she reached down to place an arrow on her bowstring. She was fairly certain she could win, but would her archery truly be the factor of whether or not Levi wanted her? At this point, Loralie knew that it did not matter. She was not going to return to Araedia, and she was not going to have another Mother, named Rhesa or otherwise\n\nHer face was set, a mix of determination and resolve, as she raised the bow, pulling back on the bowstring as she took aim. This time, she was not going to miss. Not when the stakes were so high. \n\nHer green eyes narrowed as she took aim, and then released. The arrow whistled in the wind before hitting dead in the center of the target.\n\nShe lowered her bow and wordlessly looked over to Levi, waiting for him to shoot. Gabriel, who could tell she was distressed despite the relaxed expression she kept on her face, chirped and nuzzled against her neck. She scritched the back of his small head, but did not smile. She did not feel like smiling, and she was too nervous to make it convincing enough."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n\"That's good enough. All I needed to know.\" He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. \"You see, when given the choice, many people back down from challenges. Some cheat, others lie. Many don't take the risk at all. But you proved then and there what kind of person you are. Too bad I wasn't like you at your age, or this conversation wouldn't have had to happen.\" He said, calmly standing. \n\n\"Loralie is a nice name, though I always wished to name my first daughter after my mother. Her name was Derenia.\" He said, smiling. \"Though she would have been proud of your name, and she would have loved you. You come from a strong family, one I hope to make strong again.\" He said, before turning to lean against the post that arrow buckets leaned against. \n\n\"The wolfmen should arrive soon. When they do, you are free to explore for a bit while I handle their arrival. I do ask that you stay out of the way, or you are free to tag along. After all, if you want to stick around, it would help if you helped me around here.\" He said, looking at her, his dark hair rippling with the wind."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\n\"O-oh,\" Loralie said, lowering her own bow as Levi told her that she had won. *That was very fast,* She thought, a bit confused but ultimately relieved. She was not going back to Araedia. \n\nAs Levi continued, going on to say that she had displayed what kind of person she was, a sad feeling made her chest feel a bit heavy. He didn't know what kind of person she was, or at least she didn't think he did. He seemed like a very nice man, and she was glad he was her father. But she doubted even he would want her if he knew her past.\n\n*\"Mothers do not tolerate failures as their Children.\"* Mother's cold voice rang into her head. *\"Dispose of him.\"*\n\n*She was back in time. Back at her small, empty room at the Academy. Her nightgown freshly slashed, the anger and adrenaline coursing through her veins as she breathed heavily. The two stab marks in her bed. The whimpering boy clutching his broken arm on the ground, his chest underneath Loralie's knee as she raised his own knife against him. She saw her reflection in his dark eyes, illuminated by the moonlight that passed through the small window. She looked like a monster, not a little girl.*\n\n*\"He is of no use to us anymore.\"*\n\n*\"Yes, Mother,\"* *She had replied, her voice hollow and lifeless. And then, she forced the knife down to the boy's chest.*\n\nLoralie couldn't remember what happened after that. Her memory was odd in that regard, with blank bits and pieces.\n\n*Next thing she knew, the boy was no longer on the floor. A small red pool of blood was all that remained. Loralie stared at the spot numbly, before Mother walked forward and gathered her into her slender, cold arms.*\n\n*\"You did well,\"* *Mother said, stroking Loralie's hair gently with long fingers. Loralie remembered, despite her numb, emotionless state of mind, the jolt of fear as Mother's sharp nails gently trailed along her neck, across her jugular. However, Loralie did not pull away. She was simply froze.* *\"I am proud of you, Loralie.\"*\n\n——\n\n\"-wished to name my first daughter after my mother. Her name was Derenia.\"\n\nLoralie's mind snapped back to the present, and she gave a small smile as Levi told her of his Mother. The fondness in his voice made her a bit confused, but she trusted him enough that she, too, believed that Derenia must have been a good woman. Perhaps there really was different kinds of Mothers. Regardless, Loralie was perfectly content with not knowing hers. She did not need one.\n\n\"I never liked my name very much,\" She told him with a small smile of her own. \"I think I would like it very much if, since I am...\" A faint blush appeared on her cheeks as she wondered if what she was going to say was too presumptuous, but she continued nonetheless. \"Since I am your daughter, and I want to start anew, I would like to have the name you would have given me. Derenia is a very pretty name.\"\n\nShe wished she could hug him, but she did not know how to do that very well. She didn't want to do it incorrectly. Suddenly, she remembered his last question and added, \"I have never seen a wolfman. I would like to come with you, if you truly do not mind.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse 🟣 The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nA new dawn rose over the Keep Sempiternal. A dawn with two faces. To the south, the sky was glazed with an aquamarine hue. To the north, the clouds were dyed red just like they had been before twilight. _\"Signs and Portents\"_, thought Jeanne. Her mother had always insisted she learned how to read the omens, and although Jeanne had always held her esoteric chikanery in contempt, she had picked a thing or two from the Silverwrought.\n\n\"Blood was spilled last night in the Rustlands. Lots of it,\" She murmured.\n\nTssk. Blood was always being spilled in Nothwind. What was new about that?\nNorthwind brought to mind the man sleeping in the guest room. Her mother's mercenary. What was his name again? Cornelius. Arrogant prick. Jeanne had been suprised to see he didn't use the serpent coin to call for girls or narcotics. Eh, to each their own, she guessed.\n\nShe tightened the belt around her riding trousers before putting the white blouse. Jeanne loved it for it's plum embroidery and durability, but the fabric was coarse, so it was better not to wear it very tightly. Same thing applied to her rapier: Jeanne had found that it was a good idea to leave some room between her hips and the scabbard.\n\nWithout waiting any longer, she dashed atop her white mare towards the villages below the keep. Even in late winter, the towns were bustling with activity: potters, blacksmiths, butchers... All roamed from one side of the streets to the other, seeking to set their shops before the others. One in particular was quite late to the party: a man driving a carriage whose wheels were framed by strange mechanical contraptions. Jeanne could't help but to be curious. For despite their usual idiocy, her family had always nurtured a keen love for all things mechanical."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nCornelius' face became animated shortly after he'd fallen asleep. Miscellaneous noises, the wind outside, the scurrying of rodents, and other minute things kept him awake, just as he was trained to do. He found it odd just how rested he felt after such little sleep, rested enough to do a little exploring of the castle, mostly to find the library which he'd foolishly failed to inquire about in his prior state of exhaustion.\n\nHe sat up on what might be the only comfortable thing he'd had the chance to lie down on since the passing of his late mentor, and every vertibra in his spine released a *Pop* As the man stretched himself out. Slinging his legs over the bedside and his feet into his shoes, Cornelius stood up. His feet brought him to the door where he'd squat down and take a look through the door's keyhole in an attempt to see if he would be greeted by an unexpected party on the other side."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nA pair of servants and a pair of guards stood by the other side of the door. Unaware of the amber aye peeking at them from the keyhole.\n\n\"Do you think he is already awake?\" Asked one of the maids.\n\n\"We have our orders. We are not to disturb him until he comes out or slides the coin\" Replied one of the guards. \"We'll stay here all day if it's what it takes.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nCornelius raised a brow and thanked whoever his maker was for blessing him with good hearing. He pondered how he should go about exiting the room, mainly whether or not to act clueless as to his knowledge of the people standing on the other side of the door. Although he was working for the woman at the head of the castle, there was no telling what other malign, clandestine parties lied in wait. In the end, Cornelius figured he'd play the part of the uninformed fool.\n\n\"Ugh,\" He groaned, standing up and pulling the door open, \"I guess sl-\" \n\nHe halted himself, feigning surprise at the presence of those outside his door.\n\n\"Is it not rude to lurk outside of one's room?\" He joked, having done just that many times himself."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Guards & Maids - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"We were ordered to stand by your room,\" Said the guard in an attempt to excuse himself. \"Lady Selene wanted to meet you before your departure.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"How very kind of her. Might I ask where to find her, or are you four to be my guides?\" \n\nHe slicked his hair back to its usual place and made his way out the door, closing it behind."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "`Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal`\n\nThe young inventor was happy to meet all the different salesmen in the area, right after he finished setting up his mobile home, which came in the form of a large carriage, he jumped straight into mingling with the other shop keepers. He was more than eager to learn from them and to show them some of his own inventions that he believed might interest or benefit them."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selène de Lysse - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nThe guards guided Cornelius to the observation vault: a stone cold circular chamber, with a trio of glass windows arranged along one of it's sides.\n\nStanding before the morning light was lady De Lysse, her gaze absorbed by the sight of the towns below.\n\nLooking at Selène outside her divination bath, Cornelius could tell her aura had shifted. She wore no longer the airs of a pagan priestess, but that of Terresolian lady like any other. Only the crown of lilac twigs that rested on her head spoke to her former witch-like appearence.\n\n\"Or, Cornelius.\" She said. \"You're finally here. Have you decided who will be your first target?\"\n\n**Jeanne de Lysse | town below the Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"Halt!\"\n\nA female voice called to Linas from behind the carriage. He turned his head to see a young woman riding atop a white mare. She was an unusual sight: a weird mix of refined lady and tomboyish theatrical character.\n\nHer hear, dirty white like the ashes of a recent fire, was cut below her ears and twisted in a series of soft curls. Her mullberry eyes shone with the rich depth of tourmaline and the luster of ancient wine.\nBy contrast, her clothing was simplistic and rugged: knee-high boots, riding trousers, and a white blouse with purple embroidery that didn't even match the color of her eyes.\n\n\"What is that, young serf?\" She asked, pointing her finger at the mechanisms that slaved the wheels to Lei's carriage."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "`Lei Linas | Towns below the Keep Sempiternal `\n\nLei froze and stiffened in stature as soon as he heard the commanding voice call out to him. Was it him she was talking to? He wasnt sure but he did not want to anger anyone as he had just arrived here. \n\nHe cautiously turned to look up at the strong woman a top her noble steed, raising his hands up just up to the level of his shoulders to show he meant no harm. \n\n\"Oh, those? They're suspensions.\" He looked back towards the expertly crafted metal systems that composed the wheels. \"They also store potential energy while on the move, it makes long trips easier for my hoarses. \" He smiled proudly."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | Serpentown**\n\nIt was always good to see shitbloods show proper respect. Were it only for the way her family treated her, Jeanne would've forgotten by now that she was a breed above everyone else.\n\n\"Where do these wheels store the energy?\"\n\nSomething about the way the young man described the contraption made Jeanne think he might be taking her for a fool."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Serpentown\n\nHe lowered his hands to his sides and pointed over towards some mechanisms in the wheel itself. \"When the cart its moving the horse wont need to pull the weight of the cart as much. In a way the horse just gets the momentum started for the carriage to start. After that it will keep running forward as long as it's on a leveled surface. \" \n\nHe patted the golden brown fur of his steed happily and gave him a rub behind the ears. The horse wiggled his ears in response to Lei's touch and looked towards him. \"Wouldn't want to put too much pressure on the horses to keep working so hard. That would just tire them out faster since my carriage is pretty heavy. \" He looked back at her and smiled. \n\n\"Its nice to meet you Ma'am. My name is Lei Linas. I'm a new inventor around these parts.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | Serpentown**\n\nMa'am...\n\nThis shitblood had called Ma'am. Jeanne had to muster all her willpower to avoid letting her rage slip trough her expressionless facade.\n\n\"Aah... Yes... So you turned your carriage into a rope machine?\"\n\nNow that was interesting. Jeanne was not blind to the concerns of her family, and she knew a war was coming. This invention could be adapted to move war machines to the battlefields, and House de Lysse loved war machines. If she could somehow take credit for this young man's idea...\n\n\"My name is Jeanne de Lysse. First daughter of Marquis Cyprien de Lysse, lord of the Keep Sempiternal you see above you,\" She pointed towards the castle sculpted on the mountainside. \"And sworn protector of these lands. I'd be glad to invite such a brilliant craftsman to benefit from my patronage.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nCornelius looked far more rested than he was just hours before. The lilac circles beneath his eyes had all but disappeared in their entirety, and he walked far straighter with far less effort. \nHe'd pondered greatly who his first target would be. He was familiar with the house Kolgrim, even of only a little. Some archive or library would no doubt have record that he could further educate himself with. Going after the Koern was a sure way to have his head mounted neatly on a pike by sundown. John de Burgh, however, perplexed him. Reputations both precede one and deceive those affected by them. The thought of documenting a literal living legend was of no small allure to Cornelius.\n\nIt was only a second or two before Cornelius responded in kind to the Lady de Lysse.\n\n\"I'd be lying if I said I liked the cold over Sol's relatively temperate weather. As per your recommendation, I am more than thrilled to begin with the Kolgrim. Might I inquire as to where you keep your library? I did read something of the house, but I know little else besides the name.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"I'm surprised that you aren't already familiar with the aristocracy of Sol,\" Selene frowned in disapproval. \"And I'm afraid that since our library belongs to my husband, the archives are tightly sealed in his absence to prevent espionnage. Under normal circumstances you would've been granted access, but with the threat of Northwind's invasion looming over the horizon, I'm afraid you'll have to aquire information in the city of Sol itself.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Serpentown\n\nLei nodded in response to her comparison. It wasn't much of something to do with ropes since he used a much more durable material in place of the falamable fibers of rope.\n\nWhen he learned of her blood line he raised his eyebrows in surprise. \"Oh! My apologies, my Lady. \" He bowed respectfully. He was absolutely thrilled to hear that she was interested in his innovations. He couldnt help but smile joyously. \"I would be so honored, I'm so happy to hear that you like my work.\""
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"This is a rare moment of embarrassment for me, and I do hope you forgive me for my state of unpreparedness, but I've aquatinted myself quite well with Sol's libraries.\"\n\nThe man kept a hand on the serpent coin in his pocket, fiddling with it as he paced about in front of the doorway.\n\n\"Is this the part where I ask boldly for a horse and some furs for my trip back south, lest I freeze to death on the way?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"Follow me then, I'd be glad to have you as _my_ guest.\"\n\nJeanne rode alongside Lei's carriage until they reached the fortress' drawbridge. Once there, they dismounted, and the young lady led the blacksmith into the ornate halls of the Keep Sempiternal.\n\nLike Cornelius before him, Linas got to admire the wide halls and tunnels, the marbled walls and columns, the paintings, the sculptures, the chandeliers, and other ornaments. Eventually, Jeanne led him to a small chamber, and told him to make himself comfortable.\n\n\"You wish to apply for my patronage, but an evaluation is first required. As such, make yourself comfortable in this room and await our seneschal. If you need anything, just slide this trough the door.\"\n\nShe gave Linas a silver mirror-coin. Like the one she had given cornelius before, it bore the symbol of a snake underneath it's polished facade.\n\n**Selene de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nLady de Lysse chuckled.\n\n\"Of course,\" She whispered. Selene swept the silver coin from Cornelius' fingers. \"No matter your desires... _the master provides._\"\n\nAand indeed... A black stallion and a fur cloak, made from strange Nordish animal, were provided to Cornelius. As the sentiels from the Keep Sempiternal sent off the young man, Lady de Lysse threw her lilac crown to the freezing waters under the drawbridge.\nLilacs... How could she have a crown of lilacs before the end of winter?\n\nIt didn't matter, in any case, his hunt had begun."
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"author": "zaxxar",
"message": "**Cornelius - The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nHe was slightly weirded out by the Lady's rhetoric, but Cornelius payed it little mind. He performed a perfect bow before exiting.\n\n\"I must beg my leave,\" He said.\n\nUpon navigating his way out of the keep, he was surprised to see that a horse and furs were prepared for him in such short time, literally in between his speaking to Lady Selene and walking outside. Cornelius was going to inquire about this later. With a *Hyah!* Cornelius left the keep behind on the horseback, and in due time, he'd arrive in Sol."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | Serpentown\n\nLei could hardly contain his excitement at this moment. He was doing his best not to let any flames leave him but it was proving to be difficult since he has never been personally invited by a noble house before. Today must have been his lucky day. Unfortunately, the innocent inventor had no clue of her true intentions. \n\nHe was quick to pack in his carriage and depart with her towards her home. The sheer size alone of the towers of brick and stone up close made The young man grin from ear to ear. The castle interiors were just as grand as soon as he stepped foot inside. He took in as much of the royal interiors, taking metal notes of the intricate designs and styles of the architecture, as well as the knights armor. \n\n\"Yes, of course.\" He nodded eagerly. \"I will not disappoint you.\" He responded ecstatically. \n\nHe looked down at the coin curiously and studied it carefully, feeling his index finger over the fine engravings on the metal face of the small token. \n\n\"Thank you, Madam.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Keep Sempiternal, and it's seneschal.**\n\nNot long after Jeanne left, a man in black came into the room. He was tall and slender, but carried an aura of inconspicousness whenever he went. Like Jeanne, he had white hair, but unlike the young woman's, his was the clear and unsophisticated product of age. The only grey was in his eyes, yet they managed to be just as piercing as the young lady's, if not more.\n\n\"Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Jeaques Renart l' Hivert, seneschal of the Keep Sempiternal.\"\n\nHe bowed gracefully to Linas.\n\n\"I am here to carry out a short examination, with your permission, of course.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\n\"Yes, of course.\" He smiled at the man cheerfully. He was a little nervous about this so called exam since he has never experienced such a thing coming from a noble house. \n\"May I please know what I must do?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕐 The Keep Sepiternal**\n\n\"Simply answer to my questions. You have been chosed for the young lady's patronage, but we must first know who you are, and for that... We must know who you claim to be.\"\n\nThe seschal sat a small table, then he drew paper and quill.\n\n\"You said that your name was Lei Linas, is that correct? What is your status in the Blood Caste?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\n\"Yes, that's right. I am just a commoner. \" He smiled and hoped that he would be able to hide his fire from them. It might become a problem if he ended up living here in their castle for a while."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕑 The Keep Sempiternal\n\nThe seneshal's hand darted from one side of the paper to the other. He was writing a lot. Surely he was adding his own thoughts to Lei's answer.\n\n\"Where were you born, Lei Linas?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\n\"My home land is Azarya. I began my travels and passed through Taemar before reaching here. \" He answered promptly and sat down across him on the table. \n\nHe was a little curious of what he was writing but he did not stare. Other than a few occasional glances Lei kept his focus on the gentleman in front of him."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕒 The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nThe hand of the Seneschal froze as soon as he heard \"Azarya\". He frowned in silence at Linas.\n\n\"Are you a witch?\" He asked, piercing the young man with a deathly stare."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\nLei was taken back by the sudden Icey glare. He was certain that he felt his blood run cold in his veins. The young man was clearly intimidated but he managed to push himself to answer in an honest tone.\n\n\"No, I am simply an inventor.\" \n\nHe was again reminded of how important it was for him to hide his flashy talents."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕓 The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nThe seneschal went back to the paper, and to his questions.\n\n\"You said you are an inventor, have you made any famous invention?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\n\"I have improved carriage wheels to maintain movement on leveled plains and aid the horses on inclines plains. It's what most of my folks in Azarya use on their own carriages now. As of now it is just famous there. I do plan to share this invention with everyone I can."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕔 The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"I see, I see... What about your religious obligations? Which aspects of Saris do you worship? Or do you worship the Azaryan god?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal\n\n\" I find myself following the teachings of Saris. I do my best to be kind and just with everyone I meet.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕕 The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nThe seschal smirked.\n\n\"What can you tell me about your ambitions? We both know what the lady expects from you, but what do you wish to obtain from her?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal\n\nLei was a little intimidated by that smirk. Several questions ran through his head and he was obviously worried. \n\nHearing the next question Lei calmed down a little. \n\n\"I want to help how ever I can and share my findings with her. Anything I can do to make the lives of others easier.\" He smiled. Lei truly was just a young innocent soul. He meant every word he spoke and hoped to live up to them."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart L' hivert 🕖 The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"So... Do you truly expect nothing from House de Lysse other than food and shelter so you can perfect your craft?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\n\"I do wish to gain more knowledge to improve my work. It would be lovely If I could learn more about the technological advancements other inventors in the area have discovered. I would gladly share what I have learned with them too.\" He spoke as cheerily as ever."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Keep Sempiternal and it's seneschal**\n\n\"In that case, that councludes everything I need to know,\" Announced the senschal. \"You are free to go. The lady and her friends await you in the waterfall sanctum at the end of the corridor, but you are not obliged to go. If you wish to visit your new room, simply follow the staircaise behind that door all the way up the penultimate floor.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\n\"Thank you.\" Lei got up , \" I best not keep Lady De Lysse waiting. Have a nice day.\" \nHe smiled at him and gave him a wave goodbye before heading down the hall to meet the Noble in the respective meeting location mentioned. He fixed his coat and tidied up his hair a tad before entering the room. \n\n\"Good morning, I hope I did not keep you all waiting for too long. \" He bowed to her and her friends respectfully."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Semiternal**\n\nA dozen heads turned towards Linas, then chuckled. Just past the antechamber, the young man found himself into what looked like a small temple that had been transformed into a bath house.\n\nSteamy water had flooded the stairs and the base of the columns. Statues of the southern gods held the vaulted ceilling aloft, oblivious to the young men and women swimming below them. At the core of the room, an androgynous angel clasped a golden ring near its chest, symbolizing Saris. Jeanne was resting at the angel's feet: submerged all the way to the tip of her nose, with her amethyst eyes shining above the dancing waters.\n\nHer retinue of friends was far more impudent. The sensual maidens and muscular boys that played around the bathouse had no sense of modesty, they flashed their bodies before Lei and took a perverse glee in making him uncomfortable.\n\nJeanne raised her chin over the water. \"Come on... Lei Linas. Join us. Don't be shy.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Lainas | The Keep Semiternal \n\nAs soon as Lei entered he first noticed the tempered steam that fogged his vision he could distinguish a few blurry shapes in the room. While his eyes were adjusting to his new surroundings he soon realized he the bare figures of those leisurely wading in the waters of the bath house. He gasped deeply in shock and slapped his hands over his face to obscure his vision. He then turned away to face the door quickly to avoid accidentally seeing anyone else. \"Oh! I'm sorry! Excuse me, I should have-\" \n\nJOIN THEM?! \n\nLei was deeply flustered and was very panicked by the situation. He had no clue what he should do. \n\"A-are you sure? I- um- Okay?\" He spoke witlessly thanks to how startled his mind was with all he had just seen. Was he making a mistake? \n\nEven after accepting her invitation Lei was still standing stiffly by the door. What was he doing? Move away from the door. Move AWAY. \n\nHe finally urged himself to walk towards the side of the bath house, slipping his hands away from his face so he could see where he was going. He found what looked like the designated place to undress himself and he began tracing his fingers over the fur coat of his jacket. He hesitated and thought for a moment about what he was doing. Was this really happening?"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"Linas, are you still there?\" Jeanne's voice echoed from beyond the antechamber. A chorus of laughs followed immediately after.\n\n\"I'm surprised to see you run! I was under the impression that any serf would hardly pass the opportunity to bathe with these beautiful maidens. Unless it's boys you prefer, in which case... I can't see why you would run away either.\"\n\nMore laughs resounded from the depths of the bathouse."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Lainas | The Keep Semiternal \n\nHearing her call him, he looked over at her general direction and fought his instincts to look away. \"My apologies, I am very new to this. I come from a very conservative neighborhood so we rarely share such occasions.\" He smiled at her meekly. \n\nHis young and bright features were now gently dusted with a pink tint as he discarded his clothing. Of course he hid himself as he entered the shallower pools of the bath, leaving no room for anyone to see anything personal. He made sure to keep note of where the deep ends of the steaming waters were. The last thing he wanted was to end up drowning and making more of a fool of himself in front of Lady de Lysse and her companions. \"Thank you very much for inviting me here, my Lady. This is definitely an experience I will remember.\" He chuckled lightly and found a comfortable spot to sit in. \n\nHe did choose to keep a respectful distance from everyone, as he did not want to intrude into their personal space."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nIt was always good to put guests out of their element. It made easier for Jeanne to negotiate favorable terms. Noticing how Linas kept his distance, Jeanne subtly ordered her retinue to get closer. The bath house offered many luxuries, but personal space wasn't one of them.\n\n\"You better get used to it, Lei Linas. If you are to work with us, you better get comfortable,\" Said the young lady. Her sight went from one statue to the next. \"This chapel used to be the core of the old holdfast. When my grandfather expanded the castle to make the Keep Sempiternal what it is today, the old rooms could no longer compare to the new ones, and were slowly forgotten. My brother and I made them our personal domain. This chapel in particular, has become mine...\n\nDo you like what I have done with it?\"\n\nJeanne lifted her arms over the water, mimicking the wings of the angel."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\nLei glanced towards the men and women who were moving closer to him. He kept his hands over his lap as he tried his best to keep himself calm. All of this was very uncomfortable for him but he tried not to Express this. \n\n\"Of course. \" He nodded respectfully. \n\nHis eyes soon wandered around to admire the grand designs of the vast room. After she introduced its history he responded,\n\n\"This place is absolutely beautiful. \" Lei smiled and looked back to catch her grand gesture, smiling in amusement. \n\n\"I have never seen a place so grand before. \" He looked back up towards the graceful statues in awe."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"I know, right? So simple, yet so enrapturing. I like to believe it's my artistic sensibilty which has elevated this place it into a work of art, not the dead stone of it's original construction. I may not have built this temple, but I remade it into what it is _now_.\" Jeanne slid a finger over the water. \"Which brings me to you... Lei Linas.\"\n\nJeanne stood up, making the water reach her hips, and extended her arm towards Linas.\n\n\"Listen up, friends!\" She said, pointing her index finger at the young craftsman. \"This is the man that will make us rule the Keep Sempiternal. The final piece in our plan. You have put your trust in me, and soon, that trust shall be rewarded. As for you Linas, you may call me 'your grace' in private. To you, as to my friends, I'm your Marquess.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\nThe young innovator raised his eyebrows curiously when she pointed towards him. He was eager to hear what she had to say. Perhaps this was where he was going to learn what she needed of him? He realized now that in his excitement he completely missed the important chance to find out what she needed of him before he agreed to a contract with her. The young inventor was certain she planned to use his technology for the betterment of society. At least that's what he hoped she would do. \n\nHearing her words did worry him but he hid his worry with an encouraging smile. 'A plan to Rule the Keep Sempiternal?'\n\nHe sure did not like the sound of that... \nPerhaps he was over thinking. Maybe she wanted to use it to improve trades and commerce between the neighboring settlements? \n\n\"Thank you my Lady, I'm looking forward to working with you.\" \nHe hoped that he would get a chance to discuss the details of her commission may be. As of now he had to await the proper time to discuss such private matters."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"You see, Lei Linas...\" Jeanne waded towards him. \"My parents are incompetent. My father, lord Cyprien, is more concerned about knightly honor and tradition that with common sense. My mother, the Silverwrought, lives with her eyes glued to the heavens, trying to decipher the senseless will of a primordial and heathen god.\"\n\nJeanne's coterie of pretty faces had gotten close enough to the point they could caress Linas, but the young lady ordered them to sweep aside with the flick of her wrist. Jeanne grabbed Lei's face with her hands.\n\n\"And our homeland is in danger, Linas. To the north, a savage warlord by the name of John de Burgh gathers his armies, seeking to slaughter the inhabitants of our fertile countryside. Sol is blind to our pleas, no armies have come to reinforce us since winter began, and yet... With your designs... We shall be able to build war machines. Better, more numerous, and easier to transport. We will improve the fortifications of our cities, banish De Burgh from our borders... And who knows? Perhaps in not-so-distant future, and for your contributions... You might become a noble someday.\"\n\nThe young lady backed down, her back fell flat into the water with a loud splash. When she resurfaced, she added:\n\n\"But for that, you'll need to stop calling me 'my lady'. After all, I told you to call me 'your grace'.\""
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nBurgh\n\n The night of Northwind was a special kind of darkness. It was a cold black shroud - an unforgiving veil, through which only the most dangerous creatures could see. John closed his eyes, his throat clenched by ash like it was a cheap fragrance. He could not see, but the sounds of swords clanging together remained visceral. Men died around him - impaled, gorged, cut into pieces - all at his behest. A hand gently lay on his shoulder as he snapped back to reality. John's marble eye snapped at its surroundings, forgetting that it was not real. Nonetheless, his lifeless socket could still feel the heat of the fire burning in front of him. \n\n Nearly a month had passed since the victory at Burgh, and his men had finally taken to celebrating. Pleasant aromas flowed through the cobblestone streets, signifying the feast that had come and gone. The suckling pigs, hanging fresh on their spits, sent John immediately back to the battle where thousands of squealing hogs stampeded to their deaths. Their cries reminded John of those of his men, whose lives were sacrificed for the sake of one man's victory.\n\nJohn was no longer the same man who rode to battle to face Tharn Skorn. His hair had once been ash-colored but now was a silvery-white. John refused to let anybody come anywhere near him with a blade of any sort, so his hair flowed long beneath his shoulders. Loose wisps flowed in the wind, coming dangerously close to the fleeing embers of the fire. Suddenly, he had been locked into reality - awoken again from the dream state which appeared to consume him ever more often. Around him, John's most esteemed men discussed the provisions of their departure. Finally, after an eternity of warfare, John would return to Iron Gate. Burgh had lost its significance to him; it was no longer his home. He spent his earliest days here and had his only opportunity to experience the innocence of youth. Now, after witnessing it be desecrated, it was simply another statistic - another piece in his most elaborate puzzle. \n\n \"Remember men; we ride at dawn. Ensure your festivities do not impair you for the journey to come.\" The Lord said, rising from his position on a flattened oak log. \"I will rest, disturb me if necessary.\" As much as it pained him to admit, these festivities sickened him. The illusion of safety and happiness was a respite, a deadly lie, for what was to come. The gears of war had not slowed, not while John De Burgh lived. On his way to the common house, he could not avoid the statue built in his honor. Tharn Skorn had all but destroyed it when he ransacked the town, and even after strenuous renovations, the damage was evident. Its cracks were smoothed and its details more refined, but it had lost its life. It was no longer a statue of an impassioned man but a Lord whose fate and purpose was confused. The look in his eyes was weary but full of an unquenchable thirst for conquest.\n\nThere had been one task that had kept John's mind occupied for their entire stay at Burgh, and he had gone through every measure possible to avoid it. Hour-long dialogues with his commanders discussing their provisions and weaponry did not give him enough comfort to rely only on his possessions. Relying on foreign nations for support in these times is always undesirable, especially for someone as firm in their national faith as John. But now, there was no other option. He sat at his desk, the cold oak insulting his touch as if it were telling him to reconsider. Dipping his quill in ink, he wrote:\n\n\"To the King of the Southern Isles,\n \n I pray this letter reaches you in good health and does not spoil your festivities. It is to my shame that we have never met, but your unmatched reputation as a man of business causes me enough comfort to forego the typical cautions I would take with such matters. You may have heard that the war in the North is nearing its end, but there is still much to be done. I require Southern craftsmen to construct me three trebuchets, three great weapons of war that will inspire fear into the hearts of my enemies, branded with my sigil. However, I require one of them to be a truly hulking monstrosity. A great beast of proportions never before seen. Do me this, and I will reward your house in the most generous of the war's spoils. \n\n Lord John, Regent of Northwind.\"\n\nOnce he had penned his signature, that feeling of dread had evaporated. Putting those words into reality replaced his solemnity with vigor, as he knew he would soon taste battle once again. All that remained was the coming ride home. However, there was still one more person John had neglected to write to. A person whose political savvy may be of need in the affairs to come. Groaning at his negligence, he sealed the parchment with his wax stamp before producing another. This one would be briefer.\n\n\"To Albert Rhoderick,\n\n We have met the enemy, and they are ours. Accompany my men to Iron Gate, as we have much to discuss regarding our Kingdom's future.\n\n Lord John, Regent of Northwind.\"\n\nFinally, he could rest. John felt that he had begun to lose his clerical ability, a fault that bothered him. War had consumed every piece of his mind to the point where he had lost sight of the politics, the intricacies. He asked himself what happened to the scholar he had made himself in the Temples of the Atmor, lumbering into his sheets that were still visibly stained by his blood. \n\n A bitter cold awoke him, needling at still tender wounds from the battle. It took him a moment to remember that he was alive, feeling the silver wisps of hair almost seep into his empty eye socket like an overgrown vine. He no longer needed his cane to walk, but each step had made him feel helplessly similar to a bare-footed toddler. Dagmar awaited him outside the common-house bedroom.\n\n \"It's nearly dawn, my Lord. The army has been awaiting you.\" He said, trying to downplay his impatience with John's long sleep.\n \"You should have woken me, then.\" John bantered, attempting to mask the awkwardness.\n\n The city was an entirely different sight once it was under the sunlight. It did not mirror the colorless and tiresome image that the rest of the country had. Burgh was blessed with green trees, colored dwellings but was plagued with a populace now scarred with the sight of battle. Many had witnessed their friends and families butchered, tortured to insanity, mutilated, and the Gods knew what else. John averted the gazes of the common-folk as he climbed upon Solmyr, who had become in some way his most trusted confidant. Remnants of the small encampment had littered the field surrounding Burgh, hundreds standing at the ready for the march. With little hesitation, John reared his steed into a trot and had left his hometown once again."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\nLei tensed as she moved closer to him, hiding himself as she drew near. He did not know what to say in response. He felt he had no place to give his opinion on her parents as she had not asked of his thoughts nor did he have any clue of their history. He was still surprised to even have the luxury of stepping into her family's castle. \n\nLei looked at the folks gathering closer to him and shrunk nervously back into the wall. Seeing them move away at Lady de Lysse's command, the young man felt relieved. His momentary peace was soon startled away when she grabbed onto his face, causing him to tense and pull his shoulders up briefly. \n\nHearing of a war, Leis' expression shrunk with sorrow, now knowing what she needed of him. To harm others with his talent was the last thing he ever wanted, but knowing there were innocent lives in danger his eyes were fueled with determined fire. Even if he had no intention of crafting death machines, he could still arm them with strong defences. \n\n \"Apologies your grace, I will make sure to address you properly.\" \n\nHe said bowing his head respectfully. \n\n\"Your grace, I can create these walls needed for your people's protection. I have also learned to create armored bottom hulls for carriages, perhaps I can manufacture something entirely armored for defensive purposes"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"There is only thing that can save a country from the preadtion of wolves, and it's not greater walls... It's the death death of the wolves.\"\n\nFrom under the water, Jeanne pulled the leg knife she had attached to her thigh. It was an ornate silver blade, more fit for ceremonial use than as an actual weapon, yet it remained painfully sharp nevertheless. Her friends would often say how it was paranoia to carry such a thing around all the time, but Jeanne beleived otherwise. A venomous serpent needed to keep its fangs, if it were to remain dangerous.\nShe placed the tip of the blade between Lei's nose and his lips, then slid it all the way down to his belly button.\n\n\"What I need from you, Lei Linas, is that you become a weaponsmith. In case I haven't made myself clear, it's what the survival of all the people you met at the town depends upon. As long as the barbarian hordes of Northwind draw breath, the farmlands of the Grey Hills will never be safe. You cannot keep both of them alive. The survival of one must be bought with the blood of the other, and if you refuse to pay the price in blood, what you are doing is standing with our ennemies.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\nHis heart sank as soon as her words resonated in his mind. He wanted to argue that these were not wolves, but other people. He couldn't possibly murder another person... Much less create weapons to do such an evil deed. At this point, did he even have a choice? \n\nThe burning embers in his eyes were quick to cool into cold ashes as soon as he witnessed the pearl white glint of her blade. He stiffened as soon as it touched his skin, his eyes watching the sharp edge as it trailed down his gentle features. Now he saw how deep he had fallen into the rabbit hole, and he feared that he might not get out of it alive. \n\nA terrified expression of defeat and weakness was seen in his expression as he kept his weary eyes down. He felt caged and helpless, forgetting that he was in a place of paradise. If he stayed here any longer, he feared that he may become a blood tinged beast of war."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nJeanne got out of the bath and grabbed a towel that hung from Mafalda's statue. The rest of her coterie followed suit, leaving Linas alone in the water.\n\n\"Don't make those eyes, weaponsmith. They make me feel pity for you,\" Said the young lady. \"Remember that without those weapons, many innocents will perish horrible deaths at the hands of De Burgh. If not to kill the savages, then do it for the people's sake...\n\n...After all... The worst Mournings are reserved for those who mantain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Spiternal \n\nIt was not long until Lei was left alone. He washed his face to help and rested here alone for a while longer to think over what he was going to do next. \n\nAfter a few minutes he found his peace and left the bath house dressed in his clothes. He hoped to be able to get something to eat and have a peaceful rest during the night before he began working. She was right. Although he did not want to admit it, sometimes there was no other way."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind \n\nLevi's eyes began drifting over the men in front of him. A few met his gaze, others looked at the woman beside him. His leg began to throb as he met their eyes, recognizing a few of them as the men who watched as he was beaten by Tharn. \n\n\"Welcome. Why are they chained? Take them off. Make yourselves comfortable.\" Levi said, before reaching for the keys. \n\nAs he reached down to unlock the man's chains in front of him, the man acted as if he was teaching to kick Levi. Levi jumped and grabbed the chain around his neck and yanked it downwards, smiling as he did. He lowered down and whispered into the man's ear. \n\n\"I know you. I could end your pitiful excuse for a life right now, but I chose to spare you. Don't make me regret that decision.\" He said, before letting go and facing the rest of the men. \n\n\"Now, before anyone else gets any brilliant ideas, I am in full control of you all. I could have you killed right now, with no hesitation. Everyone in this camp hates you. You killed many of their brothers. They told me I should have left you under the care of John, let you work in his field like slaves, but to me you are worth far more than that. However, that can change in a brief moment. Don't make that change. I am the thin line between life and death for you.\" Levi said, before reaching down and unlocking the man's chains. \n\n\"Do we have an understanding?\" Levi asked, before offering his hand out. \n\nThe man looked at Levi's hand, before snorting. \"For now.\" He said, taking it. \n\n\"Good. Now unlock your fellow men. We have work to do.\" Levi said, handing him the keys and walking back to Loralie. \n\n\"Frederick, show them to their tents. We must leave for Iron Gate tomorrow and I need this place packed up and ready to move by dawn.\" He said loudly."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nNightmares came for Lei that night. Noxious, asphixiating, formless. Images of alien memories waxed and waned, distorted into fading thoughts by the virulent force of the dark coil that carried Linas across space and time. And yet, a scant few among them retained a sense of identity.\n\nThe terrified eyes of a silver-faced demon, and the melancholy of the young woman about to deliver the killing blow.\nThe hopelesness of a girl betrayed by her sister, and the fear she experienced as she plunged into nightmare below.\nThe primal rush of adrenaline of a wounded hunter, and the eerie laughter of his eldritch prey.\nThe innocent concern of a young boy as he first witnessed his new mother shed tears of blood.\n\nThey folded and unfolded, pushing the coil to the breaking point, until it could no longer bear the tension and snapped. Free from it's oneiric grasp, Linas was now awake.\n\nThere was knocking at the door. It was the seneschal. Last night, he had promised to inform Lei of his patrons new requests.\n\n\"Meister Linas,\" He called. \"It's Renart, the seneschal. Are you there?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\n\"AH?!\" Lei woke up grasping at the bed sheets and looking around in alarm. Gold flames briefly roared over his shoulders as he scrambled to sit up. It took him a moment to recollect himself as he quickly sat up to try and gauge his surroundings. For a moment, he could not remember where he was, that was until he realized he had set the finely woven blanket ablaze. \" Oh no!\" He quickly began beating at the sheets in a panic, \"No no no no no no!\", he whispered out while looking around to try and find a believable explanation for this mess. That's when he found the candle by his bedside.\n\nLei then looked towards the familiar voice of the seneschal outside the door. \n\nThe door to his room soon opened and Lei stood there with a new uncharred shirt on to avoid any more suspicion. He had taken time to hide his shirt deep inside his satchel to avoid anyone finding it so easily. Looking a little pale, the inventor smiled nervously. \"U-um... Yes? Sorry I uh..\" He looked towards the bed which had the burnt blanket and a still smoking candle sitting on the night stand. \n\nHe rubbed the back of his head and looked back at him with a small timid smile. \"I had a small accident, I'm sorry.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeaques Renart l' Hivert | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"I can see that, meister Linas,\" Answered the seneschal with his monotonously polite voice. \"I beg you to fogive me for interrupting your... Nevermind.\"\n\nThe seneschal clapped his hands twice, prompting a maid to enter Lei's room and assess the situation. Once she saw the damage, she went to search for a replacement somewhere else in the castle. The seneschal resumed his speech.\n\n\"The young lady has invited you to join her for breakfast. She wants to introduce you to the team you'll be working with.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\nLei nodded at his words, briefly glancing at the maid and giving her a shy apologetic smile. \n\nHearing that the lady de Lysse wanted to meet him again Lei couldn't help but recall their last encounter. He already could feel the heat rising to his cheeks just at the thought of it. \"Thank you, I will gladly attend.\" \nHe was very hesitant to do so in worry that something equally awkward and shocking may happen to him there but what was the worst that could happen? This was just an ordinary breakfast, right?"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nJeanne awaited him in a luxurious but small dining hall. A single rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, and at it's end sat Jeanne herself. She wasn't alone. To the left side, three other people were waiting for Linas as well: a auburn haired young man not much older than linas, a short haired girl that looked like his sister, maybe even his twin, and an old man whose humourless demeanor gave him the appearence of a gruffy one-eyed bear.\n\nThey all wore the worn clothes of craftsmen, woodsmen or blacksmiths maybe. Not Jeanne. For the first time since Linas had met her, she looked the part of a proper lady, with a regal dress of emerald velvet that matched her confident demeanor. Only the young lady's short hair spoke of Jeanne's hidden, more rowdy nature.\n\n\"Welcome, meister Linas,\" She said as soon as Lei stepped into the hall. \"Allow me to present you Cardin and Renea Faure, as well as their father: Lucien Verne. They are skilled meisters, like you are, and will be assisting you with your project.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\nThe girl watched as her father calmly threatened the wolfman. The man was quite dirty and very muscular, and he seemed almost animal in a way, though Loralie wasn't very surprised by that. He was easily the most \"Savage\" Man she had ever seen, and though her hand stayed on her dagger inside of her dress pocket, she watched the wolfman with vetted interest. As her father returned to her side, the wolfman's eyes met hers again. She stared back, unafraid, and saw what seemed to be both bemusement and amusement in his harsh eyes before Fredrick guided him and his men away, turning him away from her and breaking their gaze.\n\n\"So that is a wolfman,\" Loralie said to herself aloud, still watching the strange men being led away. Her hand left her dagger in her pocket. Her father's words finally processed in her head, which was previously distracted by the interesting-looking wildmen. She looked slightly confused as she asked,\"We are leaving?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei linas | The Keep Sempiternal \n\nLei smiled at them in greeting. \"Good morning, your grace,\" He then looked at his fellow craftsmen and smiled warmly. \"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm looking forward to with you. \" \n\nHe joined them respectfully at the table and hoped he wasnt doing anything wrong. He was still quite nervous as he did not know proper ettique when it came to being in the presence of nobility. He was ultimately clueless. Even all the cutlery looked different!"
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"Hello meister linas,\" Said Renea. Her bother also waved his hand at Lei. By contrast, Lucien simply gruffed and suffed a piece of bread in his mouth, ignoring the cutlery entirely.\n\n\"Ehem,\" Jeanne cleared her throat. \"Because of the nature of your work, you will work near the forest where there are plenty of trees. There is an abandoned outpost by the waterfall that House de Lysse has refubrished for you. If you would like...\"\n\n\"I don't like it,\" Verne interrupted Lady de Lysse. \"That forest is cursed. Tainted. Evil. It has a will of it's own.\"\n\nJeanne ignored the dour old man, but her whole body tensed up. \"As I was saying, meister Linas: if you so wish, you can move there after we're done here. Alternatively, you can join us for a bath like ususal. I reckon meister Verne and his children have not seen the bathouse yet.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei linas | The Keep Sempiternal \n\nLei didnt really mind working in the woods. He was quite used to working in the wilderness thanks to living in a small corner town in Azarya. He knew his way around the wilderness. \n\nHe ate some pieces of bread as neatly as he possibly could. What caught his attention next was the mention of the forest being cursed. \n\n\"Cursed?... You mean... With... Ghosts?\" Lei asked wearily, although he looked sideways in thought. He was skeptical of the existence of such things but... If such things like sorcerers and witches existed then maybe ghosts could exist too? \n\nWhat startled him more was the invitation back to the bath house. He paused as he chewed on some more bread. He washed it down with some water before over at her greatfully. \n\n\"Thank you, I would love to see the place of lodging.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse 🌲 The Oubliette**\n\nJeanne marched ahead into the forest, dressed in her riding attire. The Faure Siblings followed her closely. Only Verne trailed behind all others. His eyes went to one shade of the forest to the next. Expecting something to pounce out of the dark trees.\n\n\"We are lost. If we are not lost now we will be soon,\" He whispered Linas. \"We don't call this place the Oubliette for nothing.\"\n\n\"This is as far as I can get you. But we can see the outpost from here,\" Said Jeanne. She pointed towards a small tower atop an immense waterfall. \"You also can see the Keep from there. And the Keep can see you. Whenever you have made a breaktrough, ignite a flare and House de Lysse will answer.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei linas | The Oubliette**\n\nThe young inventor looked over at him and tilted his head. \"I'm sure we will be fine. I can make some oil lamps to light the path from here back to the town so we don't get lost at night.\" Lei smiled at him. \n\nHe looked over at Jeanne when she spoke, gently pulling the reins of his steeds to get him to slow down while they pulled his carriage. \n\n\"Thank you very much, your grace. I will make sure to inform you of what we discover.\" \nLei made sure that all his belongings were with him in the carriage, even the satchel that contained his burnt shirt."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Cardin Faure | The Oubliette**\n\nThe forest was lush in spite of the winter's cold. And yet, it was silent. There were no birds in the trees, or critters prowling the grass. Even the vermin avoided the place. The sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves were muffled too, as if suffocated by the mist that surrounded the travellers.\n\nCardin was not concerned about his sister. She was smarter and stronger than him. But he was worried about the other two. Old Lucien, their surrogate father, was superstitious and prone to paranoia, while the new meister suffered from the opposite problem: he was too naive for Cardin's taste.\n\nThe oupost had been refubrished as Jeanne had promised, but the workers had done a lousy job. It was clear they had been eager to leave the place as soon as possible, and thus, the tower looked old despite it's repairs. From the outside at least, the small fort was assailed by weeds and thorny vines who desperatly sunk their long twigs between the wall cracks, seeking to break the fortress asunder with the strenght of time and nature.\n\n\"This will take an eternity to clean,\" Complained Cardin.\n\nHis father ignored him. With grim resolve, he had already begun to tear down the vines by the tower's door."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei linas | The Oubliette**\n\nWhen Lei noticed the fog thickening he began to grow weary. He looked around as he tried to listen for any signs of life among these trees but he couldn't hear a thing... Not even a single bird could be heard singing in these woods. \n\n\"Where are all the animals?...\" He asked in concern. \n\nThe pair of gold pelted horses stopped for a moment and one of them squealed in discomfort. He began trotting backwards against the weight of the carriage and the steeds brother whinnied in panic. \n\n\"Woah! Calm down.\" Lei said trying to console his horses, their distress beginning to make Lei worry there was something off about this place after all. \n\nWith some time calming his steeds Lei managed to coax them through the forest. Once at the castle Lei tended to his horses and began helping with tidying the place up, trying to forget about how strange this place was. He kept an eye on his horses who were secured in the stables. They were both on edge, and so was he. \n\n\"This is so weird...\" He spoke to himself quietly then shook his head, trying to stay in focus."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Renea Faure | The Oubliette**\n\nAs if answering Lei's toughts, the young woman echoed his sentiment aloud, telling the men to stay focused.\n\n\"We have to clean the tower first, then the outside, then chop some wood and get to work. Our first task is to copy these wheels,\" She pointed at Lei's carriage. \"And adapt them for small siege engines.\"\n\nHer father opened the door. A noxious smell of resin bursted from the small fort's interior. Renea covered her nose, and so did her brother. Their father didn't. He went inside the building and lit a torch. It was noon, but the tower was dark: plants had crept along it's walls and sewn its windows shut.\n\nIt didn't took long for Renea to find the source of the smell: There were figurines everywhere, hanging from the walls and ceiling or cluttering the tables in unruly mobs. Unlike the outpost's original supports they were crudely carved from wood, no doubt sourced from the local trees, for many retained traces of the vinous bark.\n\nHer attention wandered to the many dolls infesting the room. Whether they took the form of carvings or statues they all depicted the same malformed figure. It was humanoid in shape, but asymmetrical in its proportions, with some limbs being monstruous and others twisted or multi-jointed. The deformities changed with every iteration, as is their maker couldn't settle on the right combination. But the head was always much the same: roughly spherical, and with a couple of red trails falling like tears from slits meant to represent the eyes."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei linas | The Oubliette\n\nThe young forgeman followed his fellow craftsmen into the room to witness the eerie ornaments that decorated the room interiors. It looked very much like witchcraft to him... Lei took a worried step backwards towards the much more welcoming woods. He would much rather stay inside his carriage than spend the night in this terrifying place. \n\nThe memories of his nightmare began to flash back into the corners of his mind as he saw the bloody tears of these morbid sculptures."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\n\"LINAS!\" Shouted the old man. He had noticed Lei's step. \"Come back here and help us clean this mess! You don't get to run and hide!\"\n\n\"Dad, calm down,\" Said his son Cardin. He had the bad habit of siding against Lucien in favour of total strangers.\n\n\"Silence son! We need to get rid of these by nightfall. I don't want to spend the night in that forest, so we have to free our only save haven from the curse of these dolls. Throw them all over the waterfall!\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei linas | The Oubliette\n\nLei flinched and winced slightly at the sudden loud voice. \"Sorry.\" He smiled nervously and looked down as he hesitantly walked further into the room. He did his best to avoid looking at those terrifying figurines as he began helping them clear the intrusive vines and vegetation around. \n\nWhen he was ordered by the older man to toss the dolls out, lei felt his breath get caught in his throat. That meant he needed to touch them. \n\nThe frozen Azaryan slowly looked towards the table that held a cluster of those terrifying things. The terrifying bloody eyes creeping the hell out of him as he quickly looked down again. He grabbed a basket and hastily started sliding them off the desk into it. He shoveled as many as he could into the baskets and any sacks he could find so he could get rid of them quickly."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**A̷͌̚ ̶̀͂P̷̋͌e̶͒̑ň̴͝i̸͗̿t̴̜̑e̸̜̾n̷̏͛t̶̅̑ | The Oubliette**\n\nA metallic sound came from Lei's back. He had stepped on the armored boot of a knight, or what remained of him in any case.\n\n_Half sunken in dust and utensils, the rusted armor of the warrior sat in an uncomfortable position. It's unclean and rusty plate was without ornament, but the warrior had put a crown of thorns above his helmet and used more of the thorny vines to tighten the grip on the bones he had nailed to the calves and shoulders of his armor. On the forefront of his helmet, a small circle traced with white chalk stood defiant._\n\nThe knight was dead however, and comapred to the wooden dolls, his presence felt almost inconsequential."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nLei was busy trying up a sack of those wooden figurines when he heart the noise, turning around to see what it was. He saw the old armor seated there his eyes widened and he stumbled backwards in fear. \"AHH?!?\" \nHis hips bumped into the table behind him, creating a painful wooden screech echo across the dusty interiors of the gloomy tower. \n\n\"T-there's! Is that a dead guy?!\" He exlaimed while pointing towards the suit of dusty armor. He was so sure he could see its bones through the crooks in its armor but he did not have the courage to pull the metal links apart to see for himself."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Faure family | The Oubliette**\n\n\"Linas, stop being such a wuss. Can't you stop babbling and shivering for eve...\" The sight of the knight froze Cardin in his tracks. \"What in the neither is THAT?\"\n\nLucien rushed down the stairs, woodsman axe in hand.\n\n\"Stay back. Do not touch anything! We're leaving tomorrow morning.\"\nHe crouched by the fallen knight and threw it over his shoulder with prodigious strength, then carried it outside. Despite his age, Lucien was the burliest of all four.\n\n\"Well, so much for our patron's 'refubrished' outpost,\" Said Renea. \"That lordsblood bitch lied to us. This place hasn't been cleaned in ages.\"\n\n\"Well, the outside was _somewhat_ clean,\" Replied her brother. \"But yes, I agree. It's not what she promised.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubliette\n\nLei looked down and rubbed his arm timidly after being scolded yet again. He was humiliated. \nSo much for first impressions... \n\nLei sighed and set the bag he was carrying down. He didn't want to say anything more. Hes already made too much of a fool of himself in these past few hours in this house. He was just happy that they were leaving in the morning."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\nLucien deceed that they would take turns guarding the place in pairs. He didn't trust the night enough to allow all of them to sleep at the same time.\n\n\"Linas and I will take first guard. You two will take it from midnight. That okay with you Linas?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nLei nodded at him \"Yes, of course.\" Lei spoke, trying to sound as if nothing happened earlier that day. He did not want to be seen as some coward. He looked off to the side with a faint look of self disappointment in his eyes. He knew he was cowardly but he hoped that he could toughen up at least a little. The other craftsmen seemed to want that from him and he did not want to disappoint any more than he already had. He got straight to working right after, hiding his emotions from the others. He did not want to burden them with his short comings."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Lucien Verne | The Oubliette\n\nNight had fallen over the forgotten outpost. Lucien stood by Lei's side, hesitant to make conversation. He told himself that it was because he found the craftman's lack of nerve comptemtible, but in truth he was scared.\nScared of the Oubliette.\nThe whole forest had an unnatural taint to it. Minor details, barely perceptible, yet always hinting at something greater. Never allowing human senses to fully grasp it, luring them with the promise of sated knowledge until it was already too late. Or so Lucien imagined.\n\n\"Why did you accept this job? I only let my children stay with Lady de Lysse because I was sure that you, the leader of our project, would refuse to work near the Oubliette. In my eyes, there was no risk in humouring them. But you accepted. You wanted to come here. Why?\"\n\nLucien gazed towards the Keep Sempiternal. Jeanne had promised they would be able to see the Keep Sempiternal from there, but like with all other promises, this one had proven to be empty as well. There was nothing below but a yawning abyss and the howling wind."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nLei looked down and crossed his arms as he looked around, trying to find an answer. He searched for anuthing that would have made sense or was pleasing to the ear but he had nothing. All he had was the truth. \n\n\"I just arrived here, I am still very new to the land and was unaware of this forest being so... Unwelcoming.\" He sighed softly as he rested his back against the wall he stood against. \"I'll talk to the Lady de Lysse... I'm sorry for causing your family the trouble.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\n\"Unwelcoming...\" The old man echoed Linas words. \"Do you believe this is a forest?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nHe looked over at him with a confused expression, his eyes moving down briefly in thought. \"What else could it be?...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\n\"The Oubliette is a fracture in the firmament of this world. It bleeds perpetually and hungers to salve that which cannot be healed. It is a serpent devouring it's own tail. And like this wound there are many others, gates into the...\"\n\nVerne was taken aback by his own words.\n\n\"What am I saying? This place is making me delirious. It's cursed. Like our tower. Did you know it? The Lysses built these outposts in the first years of the Oubliette, when the river could still be trusted. But then the taint waxed too strong and they had to abandon them. Now the only way to be safe is to get off the mountain, which is why we are leaving tomorrow.\nI am taking Renea and Cardin with me. If you want to stay alone and keep working for Lady de Lysse, then so be it. But my children and I will be gone with the sunlight.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nHearing him speak Lei began to hug his arms to his chest closer, trying to comfort himself as he was listening to this strange history of this place. At least that's what it sounded like at first. When he cut himself off Lei was unsure if he wanted to hear the end of that sentence. \n\n\"No... I did not know of this tower until this morning... What do you mean, 'when the river could still be trusted'? What's wrong with the river?\" \n\nHearing him even suggest that he might stay here alone frightened him. He raised his shoulders and felt his heart racing. He had to bite back the embers that threatened to rise from his skin. \n\n\"No! No way I am staying here.\" He whisper yelled. \"Those dolls.. I- \" He pursed his lips and looked away, bowing his head as he quickly tried to hide his fear. \n\n\"If she really wants my help then I can help her by working elsewhere. Anywhere more peaceful and safe...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\n\"You will hardly find any place more peaceful than this one, but... It is definitively not safe,\" Said Lucien. \"Where are you from, young man? You're clearly not from the Grey Hills if you are so clueless about our ways.\"\n\nThe lights had returned to the valley. The Keep Sempiternal and the town below were now visible from atop their crumbling fort."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\n\"Can I ask why this place is so unsafe?... What happened?\" Lei tried asking again as his previous questions were not yet answered. He wondered why he wouldn't just tell him. Was it really that forbidden and cursed to speak of?\n\nHearing his question, he hesitated to speak. The last time he revealed his origins earned him a terrifying glare. \nHis eyes moved towards the clearing fog. The sight of the distant towers somehow calming him. \"I come from Azarya. Don't worry, I'm no witch or sorcerer.\" \n\nHe looked towards the stables where his horses were. He hoped that they were resting well."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Renea Faure | The Oubliette**\n\nIt was midnight, and time to relieve her father from their vigil. She woke her brother and they both headed upwards, following the spiral staircase of the fort.\n\n\"Why are you there?\" Asked her father. \"It's not even been an hour, right Linas?\"\n\n\"No,\" Said Renea. \"It's midnight.\"\n\nShe was correct. The moon hung right above their heads."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\n\nLei looked over at him then up at the moon to try and tell what time it was. From what he could tell it was in fact midnight. Lei realized that he should try and force himself to sleep now. \n\n\"It looks like it is midnight. \""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\nCold sweat fell over Lucien's brow.\n\n\"Change of plans: no one is going to sleep tonight,\" He said. \"We will all stand vigil until the sun rises.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nLei was surprised with Lucien's sudden change in demeanor. \n\n\"What?... Are you sure?\" Lei was a little worried for him as it seemed the everie atmosphere was getting to him. \"We are all going to need some rest if we are going to ride back to town.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Lucien Verne | The Oubliette**\n\n\"Not me,\" Answered the old man. \"I'm going to stay with my children. You go sleep if you want.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "**Lei Linas | The Oubliette**\n\nLei was speechless. He frowned at his words and sat down along the tower wall. 'Fine.' Lei thought in his mind as he rested his back against the wall and watched the shining moon light dance over the forest trees. \"I can stay up...\" Lei spoke quietly but loud enough to hear."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Lord Albert Rhoderick\nIron Gate\n\nA thrill rushed through him as he read the words \"They are ours.\" One more pestilence driven out of Northwind. Proof that John wielded strength and power, enough to unite Northwind again and make it the power that Albert believed it could be. Power he would drink from, gaining riches and strength himself. And, if he played his cards right, John would remove every obstacle Albert faced and make his advancement to power that much easier.\n\nA cold, mirthless smile spread across his face. A face scarred by his own greed, though by now he had learned how to hide the scar. A little bit longer hair, carefully swooped into place, and a bit of powder so that his shame was almost completely hidden. Yet, he carried that lesson with him everywhere. It had taught a young, brash man patience and wisdom.\n\n News such as this required a celebration! For years, Northwind had been plagued by wolfmen and other such bandits, and now John had driven them out. Quickly, he began to pen his own letters, as well as an announcement to be declared throughout Iron Gate.\n\nTo the council, he wrote, \"Lord John de Burgh has rid Northwind of the scourge that has beset us for so long. The wolfmen have been conquered; Tharn Skorn is dead, along with his curse. Although some of you were swayed by the sacking of Burgh, I believe now you will see him for the leader he truly is. A man that will root out all manner of vermin and snakes. When he returns, he will return as our king, and I will aid him in ridding Northwind of vermin, within and without Iron Gates' walls.\"\n\nThe threat was thinly veiled, making it perfectly clear that Albert would stand with John and that it would be wise for all members of the council to join. Certainly, support for John had grown in recent months, with word of his victories spreading all across Northwind. It had faltered, somewhat, with the attack on Burgh, but now, with this news of defeat for the wolfmen? John could take the throne, and the people would undoubtedly support him. Albert had been working on drumming up support as well, and now, any man that opposed John... Well, he would be a fool.\n\nTo the people, he sent out a simple message to be declared throughout the streets. \"Tharn Skorn is dead! The wolfmen are defeated, and John de Burgh and his armies return soon! A celebration will be held in honor of Northwind's victory!\""
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"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi smiled softly as the girl poked fun at him, but as he thought he realized just how tired he was. He hadn't slept since the girl collapsed in his arms. He had been by her side, listening for any sign of her breath to falter. He wasn't going to let another family member down. \n\n\"I suppose I am tired. So, maybe you will have to keep me awake during our ride. Maybe you can tell me a few stories, and I the same.\" He said, before yawning again. \"Though, that can wait. We have a long day ahead of us.\" He said, grinning. \n\nLevi left the young girl and entered his tent. The night's air was cool, and he stripped his armor off of his scarred body and placed it on its rack. He pulled a soft tunic over his head and doused the flames that were glowing in the hearth, before laying his head in the soft furs that had made up his resting place for the last two months. \n\nLevi closed his eyes as he laid down, and his mind slowly began drifting as exhaustion began catching up to him, overtaking his limbs and easing his restless thoughts. As he fell asleep, he began to toss and turn, unable to find comfort in any spot. \n\n*\"Why did you leave me? Why now? I need you more than ever and you chose death over me. There is a small child sitting outside who needs a father, not someone like me. Not some criminal on the run from his own past. She doesn't need someone who makes their way through life leaning on other people's sacrifices. Damn you, Roryk! I've lost too many to lose more. Why do I always live? Why couldn't you have walked off of that field? Why me?!\" Levi said, tears rolling down his face before dripping off of his chin and pooling on the ground. The ground he now stood on was wet, but warm. He pounded his fist into it, splashing the murky substance all over his arms.*\n\n*As he spoke aloud, two figures appeared. Roryk's friendly face smiled at him, before a soft hand lifted Levi's face up. Two piercing blue eyes gazed at him, and a soft hand wiped his tears off of his face. \"We never left you. When the wind cools you after a long day, or when the sun guides your path, we are there. I have been there, Levi. I promise you. I loved you. I love you still.\" The woman said, placing her hands on his shoulders and kneeling to be at his level. \n\n\"I will never leave you. Roryk will never leave you. We will always remain by your side, helping you guide your daughter. We will keep her safe. But we need you there. You cannot help her from here. You are alive because someone out there needs you, and right now that's that little girl.\" She said, placing her forehead against his. \"It's not time for us to be together yet. But even if I'm not with you, know that I am still beside you.\"*\n\n\"And so am I, brother. Do not fear death, but do not embrace it as I have. As Aleqar has already said, it is not your time yet. I cannot allow you to give up, not yet.\" Roryk said, walking over and kneeling beside him. Levi couldn't keep himself up any longer. He fell into Aleqar's soft embrace, and closed his eyes.* \n\n\"I love you too.\"\n\n*Another presence became apparent to Levi as he broke down into Aleqar's arms. The feeling that someone was staring at him grew stronger, and it wasn't long before it felt as if they were boring a hole straight into his very being. He leaned backwards out of her soft embrace, trying to force back the tears that flowed freely down his face. \n\n\"Pitiful. Just pitiful. I thought better of you, Leviticus. The man who had the power to strike me down cannot even take care of a young child. How... Pitiful.\" The man said, stepping forward and making himself known to Levi.*\n\n*The imposing figure of Tharn Skorn walked forward, but Levi didn't feel malice or contempt coming from him. In fact, Tharn seemed content, almost happy. Levi looked up at him, and the man held out an hand to pick Levi up.\n\n\"I need you, Levi. Someone must take control of my brothers; those left alive need someone to guide them. They are built for fighting, not slaving away in some camp. And the only way you can take control of them is if you are strong, unyielding, and unafraid of them. I need you Levi. And that little girl, she needs you. So stop skulking and take your place as both a father and a leader before I come back and finish the job that I started.\" Tharn said, picking Levi up and steadying him. \n\n\"You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. There aren't many men out there who can take a beating and get up every time, still eager to fight. Call it stupid, call it crazy, but I call it bravery. It takes strength to keep fighting, even as your life is fading. So use that courage, that strength we know you have inside of you, and become the man we all need you to be.\"\n\nRoryk smiled, and walked over to the pair. Aleqar stood, and all three of the figures began to look over into the distance. Levi's eyes widened as he saw the last figure that began to approach them. \n\n\"My dear Eradius.\" The voice said softly, and slender arms reached forward and embraced his neck. A single tear began to roll down Levi's cheek as he reeled in shock from the embrace.*\n\n*\"Flowers. Warm skies. Lavender.. No.. Something else. The same smells as the day I lost you.\" Levi said , resting his head on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around his mother, and all of his barriers began to melt away. He wept softly, and she caressed his back, softly consoling him. \n\n\"She is beautiful, strong. I'm glad to call her my granddaughter. Please tell her to carry my name strongly, and know that I love her. But, my dear Levi, I love you as well. The others may have already told you how strong you are, but I know even more. I've raised you. It's time for you to be the man I raised you to be. I love you so much.\" Levi couldn't focus on her words. It had been years since his mother held him, and now her fingers ran through his hair as if that time had never passed. \n\n\nAs he rested, everything around him began to fade. It was like smoke drifting in the wind, but he didn't mind. This was his chance at a goodbye.*\n\n\"Oi, he's awake.\" Frederick laughed as he shook Levi awake. \"It's time for you to be headed off. You said you wanted up at dawn, and it's past that. Not by much, but you need a good start if you want to make it as far as you want to.\" The man said, laughing. Levi yawned as the wolf pup came bounding into his tent, jumping up onto his chest and licking his face. Levi sputtered, trying to push the young wolf away, but failed and gave up. He scratched the wolf behind the ears and laughed, before rolling out of the furs. He moved about the tent, gathering up his essentials before strapping his armor against his chest tightly. He pulled his hood over his head and walked outside.\n\n\"Oh! Levi! Those things you wanted for your daughter is ready!\" Frincilla yelled out, walking over and placing a bundle of clothes in his arms. He smiled softly and asked for Loralie to be led to his tent. He walked back and placed the clothes on his bed before sitting on the small chest in front of it. He thought about his dream for a moment, pulling the hood off from his head, before looking up at the young girl who had just entered. \n\n\"Hello. Did you sleep well?\" He asked, rubbing his own eyes."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "—The Final Part—\n\nPaladins of the White Rose\nA village on the western border of Northwind\n\nPaladin Esquire walked slowly along the ranks of young people in the yard. At his side was the Scribe, Fendris. A young man, still freshly shaven from his morning routine. The pair held stoic faces as they watched the teenagers follow the archery drills of the day. Fendris made marks on a piece of parchment, but that was the only alteration to their uniform path.\n\n\"Knock! Draw! Loose!\" The call was repeated every few seconds by an elevated member of the village's fighting guards. He wasn't quite a Paladin, but the squad stationed here listened to his advice when it came to training regimes.\n\n\"Almina shows improvement every day.\" Fendris observed, marking on his paper.\n\n\"Hm.\" Esquire replied, not giving any idea to the inner thoughts he had.\n\n\"Loose!\" Another volley of arrows struck home. The majority of arrows hit the target near the center, but one child missed completely.\n\n\"Hold a moment!\" Esquire called out, raising his hand to the Sergeant to side.\n\n\"Cease fire!\" Called the officer, and the children lowered their bows.\n\n\"Mr. Anderson, would you mind telling me why you missed the target entirely?\" Paladin Esquire walked behind the boy, clasping his hands behind his back. The child stiffened at the sound of his name, snapping to some sort of attention you'd expect from someone with minimal training.\n\n\"Sir, I didn't miss the target I was aiming for, Sir!\" The response caused Esquire to raise an eyebrow.\n\n\"You were instructed to fire at the target before you.\"\n\n\"Sir, I was also instructed to improve my aim as best I could, Sir!\"\n\n\"Then by all means, Anderson. Show me how exactly you're improving your aim.\" Esquire chuckled, fully expecting the Cadet's excuse to fall through once they reached his arrow.\n\n\"Sir, Yes, Sir!\" Anderson began briskly walking out into the field past the targeting range. Scribe Fendris gave a quizzical look, but Esquire didn't see it.\n\nThe pair walked over 30 yards past the line of targets. As they got close, the Paladin could spy the arrow's fletching, but Anderson knew where it landed long before they reached it. When the child pulled the shaft from the ground, there was a small creature on the end, a grey squirrel.\n\n\"You saw that from the yard?\" Esquire was impressed at the boy's eyesight. Anderson nodded in reply, holding his kill proudly.\n\n\"Could you make that shot again?\" He pursued.\n\n\"I think so, Sir.\" The boy shrugged.\n\nEsquire looked around the field they were in, seeking a target. However his eyes landed on a bird in the sky. It had black feathers, but it was the size of an eagle.\n\n\"See that bird? A raven. Take it out and I'll advance you to the next class without any further tests.\" Anderson's eyes brightened at the thought of less studies, and he nodded confidently. The lad took his stance, drew his arrow, and waited.\n\nEsquire wanted to mention that the bird was getting away, but thought better of it, he would only ruin his concentration. The bird was flying West, getting further and further away. It was just about to escape the pair's sight, when the *Thrum* Of the bowstring rang out. The Paladin watched the arrow arc into the sky, until he lost sight of it. He waited, following the path with his eyes. The black shape of the Raven seemed to twitch, before plummeting to the ground at terminal velocity.\n\nEsquire put a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder.\n\n\"Well done.\" He said, \"Let's go see your kill.\"\n\nAnderson was proud, but he knew better than to show such arrogance around Paladin Esquire, who would destroy that confidence and attribute it to nothing but his training.\n\nThe pair walked for quite some time in silence, only looking at the shaft of brown and black feathers that stuck out from the ground. When they drew close, Esquire spied something on the bird's leg.\n\n\"Hold here, boy.\" He instructed, patting the child's shoulder.\n\nEsquire took a few more steps, and knelt down next to the body. The object he spied was a scroll carrier, an important one. He didn't show the symbol to the child behind him, stuffing the parchment into a fold beneath his breastplate.\n\n\"Well done, Anderson, return to the barracks, you'll be getting an extra helping of rations this evening.\"\n\n\"Did I pass the test, sir?\" Anderson asked, to which Esquire laughed.\n\n\"With flying colors, my boy, literally.\" He held the Raven aloft with his left hand. \"You'll be in the advanced class by tomorrow morning!\"\n\n—\n\nLater the same evening, Paladin Esquire approached the garrison within the village. The treaty the Paladins had written with the villages of Northwind they held Dominion over, was one of protection. You could find these garrisons all over the northern border, however they weren't miniature fortresses that you might expect, in fact most were nothing more than two rooms and four beds set aside for the White Rose to live in. Esquire entered the first room to find Ostiary Vindark, a large man, fat off of his position, in the middle of prayer. The figure knelt before an altar adorned with candles and a cloth that looked like it was woven out of silver and pearl. The cloth held the symbol of a white rose in bloom, layers of petals flowing out in perfect symmetry. The rest of the altar was a simple box of stone, once used for sacrifice until the Order declared the washing of your hands in the blood of sacrifices a sin, now only the *Quipeccatum* Practiced sacrifices. After his prayer was finished, the Ostiary rose from his kneeling position, and looked up as Esquire entered, with a raised eyebrow.\n\n\"You are scheduled to return at sundown for the evening meal.\"\n\n\"I have urgent news. News that warrants breaking our schedule.\" Esquire produced the scroll, laying it before his superior on the desk. Ostiary Vindark plucked the parchment from the table and looked it over, his eyes growing wide at the message within.\n\n\"We have to alert the Grand Crusader, right away.\"\n\n\"Agreed, I shall prepare the resources for an expedition into foreign borders.\"\n\nVindark nodded grimly, pondering the multiple outcomes this letter brought.\n\n\"I hope Taemar welcomes us with something other than arrows.\" He muttered, folding the parchment in his hands.\n\n***TO BE CONTINUED IN TAEMAR***"
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Loralie Douze\nNorthwind\n\n\"Sweet girl, you father wants you!\" Frincilla called over as she passed where Loralie was crouched on the ground. The girl was playing with Gabriel, using a stick to trail along the dirt as he batted it with his small, sharp claws. Everyone else was packing their things, but Loralie didn't have anything to her name except Gabriel and the bow and dagger that Levi had given her.\n\n*'Father.'* The term was so foreign to Loralie. Would she ever be able to call him that? \"Oh! Yes, okay.\" She tossed the stick over into the grass, then clicked her tongue as she held out her arm expectantly. Gabriel squeaked and flapped his wings, then landed on her arm before walking across to sit at her shoulder.\n\nShe entered Levi's tent and saw that he was sitting on a chest. She started to speak before Gabriel gave her a playful nip on the ear. \"Hey!\" She frowned at her griff, who had the audacity to give her earlobe another light nip. He seemed to not like being the center of attention. Loralie gave him a disapproving scowl and covered her ear with her hand before turning back to Levi with a sheepish smile. \"Oh, um, I slept very well, thank you.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal \n\nStartled by the Lady de Lysse's anger the young meister stood timidly as he along with the others were being scolded. He was surprised that she had sensed nothing off about that forest and began to doubt his own fears. Was it all just in his head? \n\nHis eyes widened when he saw her raise the vase, raising his hand up to shield himself from the shrapnel that eventually came scattering over the room. \n\nHe was upset that he let his fears take hold of him as he lost such a rare opportunity for a lowly craftsman such as himself. Either way, he did not want to spend another night in that forest. Even if all he saw were just lingering images from his dreams, the fact that there was a rotted knight in that house was enough to convince him it was far from safe there. \n\nHe kept his eyes low to the floor, hoping to avoid catching sight of the Nobleblood's eyes. He was still eager to help her and her people defend against the coming army.\n\n\"Your grace, I am still eager to offer my services. I want to do what I can to keep everyone safe, but...\" He glaced up at her wearily before lowering his eyes and rubbing his arm. \" All I ask is that I can be granted safety. That castle... There was a fallen knight there... May I please work somewhere safer at the very least? I am happy to work in town, my carriage is all I need for lodging.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal\n\n\"A fallen Knight... Of course you're bound to find a falled knight at some point! Don't you know it? Squires venture into the Oubliette as their final trial before their knighting. Not all of them come back, it's a test meant to weed out the incompetent after all... But that's not what I asked of you! All you had to do was to stay outside and chop trees! How hard can that be?\"\n\nThe lady paused, then took a deep breath.\n\n\"Phantoms and superstition? Is that all that I can expect from you, meisters? Has my trust in you been misplaced? I can allow you choose another place for your work, but I cannot let you cut the trees of the countryside. I want this research to be carried out in secret, remember? So my family cannot steal credit from me, does it ring a bell? The Oubliette is the only place where you will find no prying eyes.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal \n\nHe pursed his lips and fought back any further expressions to reveal just how terrified he was of that cursed place. All he could do was stiffly nod and keep his head low. At least he did not need to sleep in that creepy tower... \nThe young craftsman lowered his eyes to the floor knowing that the others probably wanted no part of this. He was likely going top be alone in that forest. He hoped that his inventions would be enough to keep him safe while he worked there. \n\n\"I will do my best.\" He smiled at her faintly, trying his best to be brave. He just had to keep reminding himself that this was for the good of this kingdom."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal\n\nOne of the meisters pretended to agree, but his smile told a tale that his eyes did not. It was clear that he was still terrified of the place.\nJeanne turned on her heels as she walked from one side of the room to the other, her gaze on the ground, her thoughts on the plan. These Shitbloods were just too much. There was no reasoning with them, unless...\n\n\"Would it change anything if I ordered one of our knights to act as your bodyguard?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal \n\nHearing her offer, the young pyromancer's eyes lit up along with a relieved smile. \"O-oh! Yes, That would be great.\" Lei responded while again struggling to keep his flames at bay. He was a little worried a spark might come loose along his shoulders but luckily for him there was no trace of any gold embers."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Lucien Verne & the Knight | The Keep Sempiternal.\n\nA storm was gathering outside the fortress, fitting for a day clouded with bad omens.\nLucien felt himself a prisioner of fate, but the prison was of his own making. His decisions had come back to bite him in the worst possible.\nNo good deed ever went unpunished. His initial agreement to Jeanne's project, originally intended as no more than a show of good faith towards his surrogate children, had ended with his family enthralled to designs of the mercurial lady.\nLater he would feel the temptation to abandon Linas in the Oubliette, but he resisted. Linas would then reward him by steering his family once more towards the cursed place. Lucien felt no anger at him though. The Oubliette had sank his roots in the young meister. He could no longer resist its call. _\"I should find a way to wreste control away from this spineless fool\"_, he thought. _\"If we are fated to face the forest, I cannot allow his cowardice to endanger us all.\"_\n\nThe Lysse brat had at least promised them a knight. A knight they were told could be found in a stone shack near the western cliffside of the mount Sempiternal. It was larger that Lucien had expected despite it's rustic appearance, but it didn't surprise him. He had already grown accustomed to House de Lysse's displays of opulence.\n\n\"Sir Iago Malpertuis,\" Lucien rang at the doorbell. The name tasted bitter for some reason he could not explain. \"We are Lady de Lysse's artisans, reporting for duty!\"\n\nThe door of the cabin opened to reveal a tall man with wide shoulders, a short beard, and raven hair. His eyes were as grey as the mountain, but his burgundy clothes defied his austere appearence. \n\n\"Welcome meisters! What can I do for you?\"\n\nThe inside of the cabin was filled with art. Wood carvings, small sculptures, and lavish paintings. Unlike the ones found in the Keep however, the ones in Iago's workshop depicted wounded soldiers fallen in battle, dead animals, and other morbid themes."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal \n\nLei looked over at his comrades briefly when the offer of a knight was given to protect them at the Oubilette, he did not expect them to join him in his travels there. Lucien made it clear that he had no intention of staying there. He was ready to face the return to that place with out them. When he found himself walking along with them to the Paladin's living quarters he grew concerned and confused. \n\n\"Sir. Lucien?\" Lei asked cautiously as he walked with him and his children. \"Did you not want to continue working in the Oubilette? Wouldn't you rather stay in town with your family?\" \n\nHearing him call out to the knight, Lei hushed up and looked back towards his children with worry and guilt heavy in his heart. Was it his fault they were forced to return there? \n\nAs soon as the knight was heard approaching the door Lei forced on his usual cheery demeanor and greeted the paladin with a respectful nod. \"Good day, Sir. The Lady de Lysse instructed us to come to you for your services. We?- or... I am in need of a guard during our stay at the Oubilette.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Iago Malpertuis** | The mount Sempiternal\n\nThe knight led the visitors inside his cabin. First to enter was the old man, with a grim look on his face, then a trio of teenagers followed him. Were those his children?\n\n\"There is a storm coming,\" He explained \"Better if you stay here and talk of what your project is about. Lady Jeanne is fond of artwork, but this is the first time I've seen her comission machinery. That's more of an Old Guard thing, and Jeanne is from the newer generations, more interested in leisure than war.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\nLei looked down briefly as he entered. Hearing of this storm worried him and the Knight's following words only added to his growing worries. The coming surge had more meaning to the young man than its literal translation held. He hoped that his inventions would be enough to help protect the residents of this land. \n\n\"She asked me to create war machines for her. I already do have several ideas that will be useful to her. \""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | The mount sempiternal\n\n\"Well, I'm no engineer, so you'd be better spare me those details. But I'm interested on why you requested my aid. The Oubliette is notorious for it's lack of predators. I don't see the need for a knight.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\n\"The remains of a fallen knight was found there... It seems like animals might not be the problem.\" Lei smiled sadly. \n\"If this kingdom is under threat of war, I worry there may be spies lurking in those woods.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | The mount sempiternal\n\n\"There are no spies in the Oubliette. The only pass to the upper mountain is blocked by the castle, though all who seek the forest will always find a way in. What's hard is finding a way out. I think lady Jeanne told you already. Every knight of House de Lysse must go inside the forest as a trial. I still remember minel: it has been the greatest inspiration for my art.\"\n\nMalpretuis pointed towards a pair of his paintings. One depicted a skeleton of marble bones covered in lavish regalia, the other a corpse from whose decomposing wounds had sprung a series of beautiful orchids.\n\n\"The ancient skeleton you saw there must've been an aspirant who failed his trial. Nothing more.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\nLei had a hard time believing this. How could knights die in the oubilette... The path back to town was not very difficult to trace back. Perhaps it was easier for him since he was used to living out in the woods with his family. Hearing of his art he glanced back at those terrifyingly detailed paintings. They made him feel sick in his stomach somehow, but of course he could not mention this to the artist. \"Oh? Thats Lovely.\" He smiled at him warmly and looked over at one of the less morbid paintings sprouting with vibrant flowers.\n\n\"I just-\" He hummed softly and shook his head. \"Never mind.\" \n\nHe smiled over at the Noble knight and nodded. \"I am looking forward to having you as company Sir. Malpertuis.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | The mount Sempiternal\n\nSeeing how Linas was taking aback by the grim imagery, Iago felt the need to explain himself.\n\n\"Please, do not force yourself to watch on my account. I take no disrespect on criticism. I know better than anyone how my art is, in a way, haunted. But I cannot resist the call to lay my feelings on the canvas. Deep down, all my paintings are the same: an attempt to capture the essence of the visions I first had during my trials. Oh, those dreams...\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\nHearing of these dreams he had mentioned easily piqued the young meister's interest. He himself could still recall the terrifying dreams he experienced the night before visiting the Oubilette. He couldnt help but ask, \"Dreams? May I ask what you saw?\"\n\n He looked around at the different paintings that decorated the house, wondering if any matched those he had seen that night."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Iago Malpertuis | The mount sempiternal```\n\nThe knight ran two fingers trough his short beard with a pensive expression.\n\n\"I know what you're thinking, but no. My paintings are purely allegorical. I had many dreams... Although dreams would be the wrong word. Visions, nightmares even. Most of them I do not remember, but they all shared a message: an unbroken thread of distant echoes from times that are yet to come, or that never will.\n\n*I glimpsed at a future crowned in chains, where all beauty was sin and shame was the highest virtue.\nI saw knights in dark armor defile the Keep Sempiternal in the Pantheon's name: iconoclasts tearing asunder the past glories of House de Lysse in the name of penance.\nI remember standing before a mirror, surrounded by my dead brothers-in-arms, afraid to gaze at my own reflection.*\n\nI defied that dream of course. Most would say it was nothing more than thirst-induced delirium, but I chose to see it as a message given to me by Emin. Perhaps as inspiration, perhaps as a warning. Whichever, the reason, the art you see before you is my own small contribution towards ensuring that such a future never comes to pass.\"\n\nMalpertuis caressed the canvas of the painting with the corpse and the flowers, then turned back to face Linas once more.\n\n\"What do you dream of, meister?\" He asked."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\nHe sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes glanced down towards the floor. \"Well... It was strange. There were a mix of things I saw. Something about a demon with a silver face, the betrayal of siblings, and a crying mother with her son. The dreams were a mess, I am uncertain if there was any story meant to be portrayed in it, but, the most notable thing was this woman.. She was crying tears of blood, much like all those small dolls that were scattered inside the Oubilette when we arrived.\" He shook his head. \"It is probably just a coincidence.\" He smiled slightly, trying to convince himself that these dreams likely meant nothing."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | the mount sempiternal\n\n\"Eh,\" Iago took a bottle and a pair of chalices from a cupboard. \"People in the Keep Sempiternal are known for having weird dreams. Lord Cyprien's daughter, lady Fleur, is particualarly afflicted by them. Others, such as his wife the Silverwrought, fancy themselves seers and scryers. All fools if you as me. They've never been to the forest. They don't know what prophecy really tastes like.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\nLei tilted his head at the older man, curious about what he meant by this. He found it odd that he began havingn night terrors once he stayed over at the Oubilette. Such dreams were very rare for him to experience. The thought of these dreams meaning something kept buzzing in the back of his mind. \n\n\"Prophecy? What do you mean Sir Lago?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | the cabin on the cliff\n\n\"Exactly what I said: that they think themselves augurs and fortune tellers, but they are not. You'll find that unlike my art, my words rarely carry hidden meanings.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\n\"Hmm that might explain the figurines in the Oubilette then... Looked a lot like witchcraft to me...\" He sighed softly and crossed his arms. \"I've seen some things like those before and if those dolls do have anything to do witchcraft I say we burn them. I'd like to avoid seeing any more demons in my dreams.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Lucien Verne & iago Malpertuis | the cabin on the cliff```\n\n\"Well we got rid of them, so it's too late for that,\" A rasped voice echoed from the other side of the cabin's hall. It was the old man. \"Better that way if you ask me. Those heathen icons gave me the chills. More than the stupid skeleton that got those fools spooked, that's for sure. That tower was cursed\"\n\nSir Iago was left confused.\n\n\"Surely you don't mean the tower by the waterfall,\" Replied the knight. \"I was there yesterday. When lady Jeanne sent the workers to clean up the tower, I went with them. Even left some of my brushes there. Couldn't pass the opportunity to visit the Oubliette.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal\n\nLei sighed softly and smiled faintly towards the knight with him in the room. He did not really know what to say to that as he was convinced that there was some kind of sorcery going on in that tower, although he had no way of proving it. \n\nIt seemed that Sir Iago was comfortable with the tower, this helped put Linas at ease knowing he could trust that they would be safer there along with him. \n\"You were? So... You saw the dolls inside?\" It surprised him how the knight spoke of this place like a wonderful vacation spot. How could he be so at ease in such an eerie atmosphere? Even his horses hated it there."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | the cabin on the cliff\n\n\"No, I didn't see any dolls. Neither did I see a dead knight of any sorts. All we cleared were thorns and vines.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The cabin on the cliff\n\n\"......What?...\" Lei looked utterly terrified and very confused with those words. If they arrived there shortly after how in the world did they get there along with the fallen knight's remains. \n\n\"That doesn't make sense... We were there yesterday morning and that's what I saw...\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Iago Malpertuis | The cabin on the cliff```\nThe knight poured wine into the cups, and offered one to Linas.\n\n\"Perhaps you imagined it. The Oubliette tests everyone differently: what you saw might have been your trial, a reflection of your soul. If that were the case, I'd be looking at a fellow knight of House de Lysse!\" Joked Malpertuis."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The cabin on the cliff\n\nLei scoffed and smiled at the other man before accepting the cup of wine, nodding at him in thanks. \"Heavens no, that's impossible. I'm far too cowardly for such a thing. The most I have done to anyone was spill water on their shoes. Bessides, Lucien saw the dolls and carried the knight himself. Right?\" He asked looking towards the older man for confirmation. \n\n\"Thank you very much for the wine.\" He smiled greatfully and took a sip of the fine liquor."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Lucien Verne & the knight | the cabin on the cliff```\nThe old man scoffed, but confirmed Lei's story. \"We saw the mark of the unholy, knight. Do not underestimate the old wisdom of us Shitbloods. We may not be smart, but we have good instincts.\"\n\nIago however, was concerned with something else. He was looking at Linas with a severe expression.\n\n\"Never revel in being a coward,\" He said. \"It is a flaw, not a virtue. And if you were born a coward, then your duty is to die pretending you're not. You are a man, and sworn in service to a highborn lady. Meister or not, Saris expects you to rise above yourself.\"\n\nHe then turned his head towards Lucien. \"Forgive me meister, you were saying something?\"\n\nLucien didn't answer. He shaked his head and poked at the fireplace with a stick."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The cabin on the cliff\n\nThe young man froze as soon as he met Lucien's fierce glare, the cup of wine nearly chilling into ice in his very hand. Those words forced their way into his mind and left him stiff where he was. Lei frowned slightly and lowered his eyes timidly after being scolded by the other meister, only capable of giving him a small nod as an answer. He felt humiliated, all he was doing was making a light joke about it but it seemed that Lucien really distasted any form of weakness coming from him. He really needed to fix up his act if he wanted to get along with him."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Iago Malpertuis | The Oubliette**\n\nAfter an uneventful night of tempest, the group returned to the outpost. Thanks to Lucien's help, Iago had been able to equip his full armor. The image of the hermit-artisan had now been fully replaced by a warlike figure in shimmering silver plate: the very image of chivalry itself. He still wore his trademark burgundy clothing in the form of plumes and tabards though, making the essence of his personality seep from underneath the armor.\n\nThey found the watchtower not as they had left if, but as Iago had described it: free of vines and thorns, and with the gaps between it's bricks refilled with new mortar. A banner of House de Lysse hung gracefully over the treshold, inviting the group inside. Even the rock had been sanded. The tower now looked like a miniature version of the Keep, instead of crumbling pile of rocks.\n\n\"See?\" Iago told them. \"The lady always keeps her promises. I placed the banner myself: _We stand Inviolate!\"_ he shouted."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubliette\n\nLei was baffled by the sight. The place looked nothing like they left it the day before. \"Thats not right... It did not look this furnished yesterday..\" He led his horses back towards the stables and kept his eye on them. He wondered if they still felt uneasy in this place. As he was leading them into the stables he could tell they were still nervous and agitated by something but what ever it is, it seemed to not be as present as it was before. \n\n\"It seems like your presence here affected the place some how?... Or.. Maybe its just coincidence? \" Lei spoke skeptically, barely believing his own words. \"No... That doesn't sound right either.\" He was still struggling to fathom how different the atmosphere was. He tried searching for any signs of witchcraft or magic. Even if he was not very familiar with it in practice he was exposed to quite a bit of it in his home land. \n\n\"Looks like we just get straight to work then.\" He spoke to himself and proceeded to set up his carriage as his work space, feeling most comfortable working there as this was where he lived and breathed during most of his travels. The large carriage was set up right beside the tower so he took the change to mount some torches along the path and along the perimeter to help keep the place lit even at night. He knew he was likely going to be up until late working as he often got carried away in his craft."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Faure Family | The Oubliette\n\nThe Faures got to work: Lucien would cut down the trees, Renea would chop the branches, and Cardin would carry the logs to the tower. The old man struck against the trunks with savage fury, as if he was trying to cut someone... Or something.\n\nMalpertuis paid no mind to it. He had found his paint and canvas inside the tower, and had taken to capture the scene. He sat outside the tower, and began to paint fully covered in armor. It was surreal.\nCardin was annoyed by this.\n\n\"Hey! You two!\" He adressed both Iago and Lei. \"Are you gonna let me carry these logs by myself?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nWhile everyone was busy, Lei was also chopping some trees a safe distance away from Lucien. Watching his relentless performance hacking away at those trees sent chills up his spine. He definitely did not feel very safe with him close to him at the moment. \n\nSurprisingly, Lei performed well. He was much stronger than he looked. Once he heard Cardin's voice, Linas looked over and saluted him with a bright smile. \"I got it, will be right over!\"\n\nHe grabbed a metallic contraption from his carriage and unfolded it to reveal some sort of standing cart on two wheels. He set the logs he chopped onto it and pushed it over to other man with ease despite the heavy load of logs it was already carrying. There was still plenty of room for more logs to fit in."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cardin Faure | The Oubliette\n\n\"Oh nononono.\" Said Cardin. \"You can't half-ass this! Those wheels will get stuck on the gravel. Carry the logs like a man, Linas.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nLei was speechless. It seemed everything he did around these people was wrong... \nHe sighed softly and looked down before looking up at him again. \"But its much faster this way... See?\" He gestured to all the logs he transported all at once. He tried to stay positive, hoping that he would let him continue to use the wagon. He really did not want to waste time carrying every log individually."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cardin & Iago Malpertuis\n\n\"Cocksure bastard,\" Spat Cardin. \"I hope all of those logs fall on your feet.\"\n\nMuch to Cardin's dismay, they did not. Linas' cart struggled to make it up the slope, but the logs remained in place. Seeing Lei's progress, Malpertuis laughed:\n\n\"Looks like you don't need my help after all!\" He said. And he returned to his painting."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nHe twisted his lip slightly in disappointment when all he received was an insult from Cardin. He continued on his own and placed some more logs onto the cart before carrying on with his work. He continued to do the work his way. Hearing Iago's remark caused Lei to smile, he tried to hide it to avoid any more insults from the other meister but he couldn't help it. He was happy that his inventions proved to be useful even on rugged terrain. After gathering enough logs for the craft he picked up an axe and began fashioning the logs into strips and planks of wood used for constructing the needed parts for the war machines. Hand drawn blueprints for weapon modifications, carriages parts, and other needed machines were hanging on the walls for his peers to see. \n\nWith his mind and body hard at work, Linas had already forgotten all about the strange happenings that previously plagued him during his first stay in these strange woods."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | The Oubliette\n\nThe Faures kept hacking at the forest, and Linas kept moving the wood towards the tower. Soon, it had piled high enough that Iago had trouble fiding a good angle for his painting.\n\n\"Well' seems like it's about time I stopped,\" He said. Then he gazed down at the Faures below and asked linas: \"Seems like we have enough wood. What now?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nHe glanced over at the Knight as he kept carving out the wooden planks efficiently, using sharp tools to cut the planks out.\n\n \"Now, I keep working to make all the wheels and weapon modifications Lady de Lysse asked of me.\" \n\nHe pushed away the wood left over from the traced out planks in the log to reveal them. He then picked up the planks at neatly added them to the growing pile. \n\nHe looked over at the sun to see what time it was then over at all the work he had accomplished so far."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```The knight & the Faures | The Oubliette```\nIt was noon, time for everyone to get a meal. Renea had staffed one of the mules with grain, but Lucien insisted on hunting something himslef. He went into the forest and came back empty handed. Hardly surprising. After all, the Oubliette was a forest with no animals. There were no fish in the river either.\nBecause all Lucien knew how to do was roasting meat, someone else had to do the cooking, and surprisingly, iago proved to be the best cook out of the four.\n\n\"I learned how to eat all sorts of animals during my trials in the forest, I found out later that I had a talent for all things cuisine,\" He boasted.\n\nWeird how the Oubliette was just a normal forest for Malpertuis. Perhaps it was that since the knight loved the forest, the forest loved him in return.\n\n\"Sorry for yelling at you earlier,\" Said Cardin to linas. \"I was angry to see Sir Malpertuis painting instead of helping us, and I lashed out at you. You didn't deserve it.\"\n\nHe then turned to his father, as if expecting him to also give an apology, but Lucien remained quiet. Cardin continued:\n\n\"I also apologize to you, Sir Malpertuis. You had no obligation to help us, and yet you decided to come. I had no right to be angry at you like that.\"\n\n\"No offence taken,\" Said the Knight as he sipped on his bowl. \"But since I'm the only one who isn't a Meister, there is something I've been wanting to ask: what are we building here?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\n\"You were able to find animals here Iago?\" Lei asked him with a curious look in his eyes. He couldnt even find a single mosquito that pestered him in these woods, much less any birds or squirrels. \n\nLei looked over at Cardin when he apologized and smiled at him. \"Its alright. \" He responded happily as he was eager to befriend him. Lei avoided looking at Lucienfor so long, as he was afraid he would suck the life out of him if their eyes met. \n\nWhen the question about his inventions arose Lei lit up with glee. He was always excited to talk about his inventions. After explaining nearly endlessly about the carriage wheels and his other modifications he was creating for the Lady de Lysse he looked over at the Faures curiously. \n\n\"How about the three of you? Are you passionate in any specific kind of craft?\" \n\nHe continued on with his meal and complimented Iago for his fine cooking, still wondering how this knight was not the least bothered by this place. He was convinced that his presence was a blessing that would cause this forest to flourish with life. \n\nAfter they all had their meals Lei helped with cleaning up then gently urged everyone to continue working on creating the machines that were commissioned."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Renea Faure | The Oubliette\n\nSanding wood was a tedious job. It's repetitive nature took a toil on mind and body alike, and no one never got enough recognition for it. At least the pieces of the mechanism had begun to take shape. When lady Jeanne had mentionned that they would only need to build the prototypes, Renea had felt overjoyed, thinking they would get a large pay for an easy job.\nDiscovering just how many engine types the Lysses counted in their arsenal had quickly put an end to that notion. The House was obsessed with collecting such machines: catapults, scorpios, carroballistae, springalds... Each had at least several variations, all requiring a diferent mechanism to transport.\n\n\"You asked earlier if we were passionate about any kind of craft.\" She said to Linas. \"Well, I could say I'm passionate about engineering. But I sure hate the menial work part. My father has no problem with it, he's been a lumberman all his life. I don't know if it's the same for my brother, but I often wish I was born in a position like lady Jeanne's: with enough money to make others build my dreams for me.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nLei was busy in the front yard pulling together one of the prototypes along side Renea. When she answered his question from before he looked over at her and smiled. \n\n\"Yes, It is a blessing to have such a strong position. It makes me wonder what kind of change I could have given if I were a noble man.\" He looked back at one of the partially constructed war carriages he was assembling, its weapons and parts lined up on the table beside it. \"Maybe I would be creating my flying machines instead of these things.\" He sighed softly and shrugged his shoulders before looking back at her. \"How about you? Do you have any ideas you want to see come to light?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Renea Faure | The Oubliette\n\n\"I like designing ships,\" She replied. \"But I've never had the chance to work on a big project. The grand House controls all trade and keeps a tight rein on the lake dockyards. Building ports on the coastline is forbidden by a stupid law, and after the recent attack on the town of Vernisse, the Lysses have now the perfect excuse to keep enforcing it.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nThe mention of ships got the young meister thinking about the ocean, sending shivers up his spine. \n\n\"Ah... That's unfortunate.\" He hummed softly in thought and looked down. At the blueprints drawn on his journal. In contrast to her specialty Lei's inventions were either land locked or filled with bird inspired flying machines. \n\n\"Perhaps in the future you can work on larger projects. Travelling to more tropical regions might open up more opportunities for you.\" He smiled over at her optimistically."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Renea Faure | The Oubliette\n\nThe girl shuddered at the mention of the tropics.\n\n\"The Isles? No thanks. There is nothing there but scurvy-ridden pirates and mudhuts, oh, and also the swinepox. I'd rather endure under lady Jeanne than suffer tropical fevers.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nHe smiled sheepishly at her reaction. \"Well, I can tell you first hand that part of the region specifically is t very pleasant... Surely there are other parts of the tropics that are well off and much more sanitary. \" He sighed softly and looked up at the blueprints with a smile. \"I hope I can help their town in the future. Those people deserve to live without threat of drowning in mud every day. \""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | The Oubliette\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted by the knight's arrival. His expression betrayed some unspoken concern.\n\n\"Have you seen Cardin?\" He asked them. \"Meister Verne told me he sent him to collect something here, but he hasn't come back. It's been a while.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nSeeing the knight approach then Lei looked up to greet him with a smile until he saw the brave knight's worried expression. Linas' smile faltered as he stood in preparation to address what might be wrong. \n\nHearing of the news the young inventor's expression grew with equal concern. \"Does Lucien know hes missing?\" Lei glanced down towards the horse stables then back at Iago. \"I'm going to go scout the area. Maybe he got lost in the woods.\" \n\nHe looked over at the stables and felt his hand over the sheathed dagger he had on his hip. Even if there were no visible animals in that forest he was better safe than sorry."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Iago Malpertuis & the Faure family | The Oubliette```\n\nOf Cardin there was no sign. He had vanished without a trace.\n\nMalpertuis searched the tower, and only found one of the dolls. A perfectly symmetrical wooden angel, without the red tears.\n\nRenea went down the road to see if her brother had headed back to the keep by any chance, but the only footprints she could find were too much like her own.\n\nLucien went into the forest in a rage, hacking and slashing branches as he carved his way trough the Oubliette, but it was a futile effort. The forest offered no resistance, and let the old man carve all the trails he wanted, knowing the damage would be undone by sunrise."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nThe young meister was frustrated and baffled , standing at the edge of the forest with his dagger and gauntlet in hand. He was prepared for what was to come, yet his gauntlet rattled against the handle of his blade. \n\nSeeing Lucient relentlessly hack away at the woods inspired him to push farther as a last ditch effort to find him. \n\n\"Iago!\" Lei called to him from the edge of the forest. \"We need to search for Cardin in the woods. You know them better than any of us. I will help you search for him.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago & Lucien | The Oubliette\n\n\"I will go!\" Shouted the old man. \"Can't entrust the life of my son to this wimp!\"\n\n\"No!\" Malpertuis ordered him. \"This is my job, I choose who I take with me! You take your daughter and go search for help at the castle!\"\n\nLucien spat on the ground, but dind't dare to object. It was an uncharacteristic thing to do for such a stubborn man, but maybe he couldn't help but recognize that Malpertuis was better suited for the task at hand. Besides, everyone knew that Lucien wasn't in any hurry to go deep into the forest."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Oubilette\n\nWith a small frown the young craftsman looked over at Lucien when he heard him, the words being a slap to his face as he spoke them. \n\nHearing Iago come forward, Lei faced the forest with a look of determination in his eyes. His mind was set. He was going to bring Cardin back at all costs. \n\nHe marched forward into the looming shadow of the woods, fog rolling over his boots as he traversed deeper. He kept his eyes open, keeping his sharp senses focused on searching for any sign of where Cardin may have gone."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Iago Malpertuis 🍁 the̷ Ou͜b͝liett͠è**\n\nIt was never truly dark in the Oubliette. By day, the canopy of the trees strangled the sunlight, drowning the forest in fog. Mushrooms and dragonflies awoke by night, glowing into the unnatural fog and turning the glades into an eerie land of distant lights. It was a world of eternal twilights, where the ghosts wouldn't wait until the night.\nAs long as they had sunlight though, his young companion would be spared the trials of the forest. Or so Iago thought.\n\nThe knight walked alongside Linas, holding a torch in one hand and his trusted war mace in the other. No cracking sounds came from under their feet, despite the dead foliage that littered the soil. It was a wet and mushy ground, always promising to become a quagmire, but never quite doing so.\n\n\"We're bound to find tacks at some point,\" Said Malpertuis, but his words sounded hollow. \"The boy can't have wandered too far.\"\n\nIago had been to the forest before, but he had not been ready to return.\nHe had braced himself for many possible ordeals in the Oubliette: things to challenge or run away from, like the first time. Not a banal purgatory of trees. Not such emptiness. Despite its density the forest felt barren. Nothing scuttled through its undergrowth or flew above its orange-stained canopy."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | T̵h̸e̵ ̶O̵u̵b̵i̷l̸e̴t̶t̴e̴\n\nWhile accounting the interiors of the forest Lei couldnt help but recall his travels through the Bogs of Taemar. The sound of mud squelched under his boots as they moved through the lush forest. He could not understand why this place lacked the land's local wildlife and foliage. The soil seemed rich with nutrition and yet there was an every absence of scuttling insects that should be buzzing around the dead foilage. Not even a single frog was present to benefit from the vast swamp like terrain. \n\nHearing the lack of optimism in the older man's tone, Linas looked over at him with worry. \"Didn't you say you loved the forest?\" He spoke quietly, as if he were afraid someone might be listening. He tried desperately to hide the fear in his voice but his quiet voice easily have him away."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Iago Malpertuis | tͧ̐̚h̑̐͒e͒͂͏ ͤ̏ͧO̍ͪ̂u̺ͣͦb͏͎̥ḽ̣̂iͪ̏̐ē̐ͤt͊͊̋t͊͛ͩeͭ͋̃**\n\n_\"Didn't you say you loved the forest?\"_\n\nThe words echoed trough Malpertuis with impossible clarity, as real as a blade cleaving his brain in two. He had never uttered those words, and yet he couldn't bring himself to deny his companion's statement.\n\n_'Do I love this forest?'_ he asked himself. He most certainly was sure he didn't. It was here that he'd faced his nightmares, and monsters, and...\n\nNo. Never monsters. Iago Malpertuis began to recall it, even as he felt the past reshuffling beneath him, ripping apart and rewriting his memories as it settled them into a new paradigm: **\"I never fought anything here. I joined the ranks of House de Lysse untested.\"** At first the knowledge felt anomalous, dislocated from any rationale, but the longer he focused on it the more grounded it became.\n\nWhy had he brought his mace then? And his armor? _'I was expecting a fight, claws and teeth lurking in the dark.'_ But that made no sense. He had no reason to believe there were any animals in the Oubliette.\n_'Because my reasons were stolen... Unmade!'_\nMalpertuis tried to pin down the intuition, but it was like trying to catch the fog."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | T̅h̅e̅ O̅u̅b̅i̅l̅e̅t̅t̅e̅\n\nHe looked back at Iago as he was waiting for his answer, but to his misfortune, the knight remained silent. Linas stared forward into the empty forest now feeling more alone than he really was. Lei grimaced slightly, fear beginning to crawl deeper into his mind. He forced himself to look forward, questioning why Iago was not responding. \n\n\"Iago?\" He tried again, glancing back at him once more as he prayed for an answer. \n\nForcing himself to keep walking, beads of sweat clung to the young meister's forehead, trying desperately to stay focused. For a moment he had already forgotten why they were here in the first place. \n\n\"Cardin.\" He spoke aloud, reminding himself and Iago of the mission. \n\n\"Cardin!\" Lei called out louder with a hand cupped close to his mouth in Hope's to push his voice farther."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | T͜h̟̙͠e̦͇͙ ̦̯͉O̦̬̬u͎̰͘b̧̬ĺ͔̭i̸̳̙e̦͔͘ṯ̝̭ţ̯e̴̱̫\n\n_Iago?_\n\nWhose voice was this? Iago knew it somehow belonged to his companion. But what was his name again?\n\n\"Cardin,\" He spoke aloud, reminding himself and Iago ~~of the mission~~.\n\nRight... His name was Cardin. His companion repeated it several times. Was he looking for himself?\nMalpertuis kept going towards the river, whatever they were hunting wouldn't have gone uphill, but down.\n\n\"Careful here, don't you slide into the waters. This is treacherous terrain.\"\n\nBut there were no cliffs on the riverbanks, or even riverbanks at all. It was hard to tell where did the ground end and the water began. Yet Malpertuis felt confident on his warning. This was treacherous terrain. Cardin needed to know."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | T́ͣ͋ḧ͛̚eͮͮ͆ ̋͗̓Oͭuͪbil̅e̎ͣ̎t̂͌̏t̾̀̚ë́ͪ̐\n\nLinas looked back when he heard Iago's voice, finding it difficult to hear him. \n\n\"What-\" \n\nLooking back to see his comrade, Linas froze. \n\nAll he could see was the endless haze of the forest around him. The brave Paladin he trusted so dearly was nowhere in sight.\n\nHe felt his stomach drop and his heart rising into his throat. The loud echo of it beating filled his ears. \n\nHe was alone. \n\n\"Iago?\" He croaked out and spun around in hopes to search for him or hear his voice, but all that met his ears was the subtle sound of water rippling around his feet. \n\nGasping softly in terror, he remained motionless in the water, fearing that he may sink into its icy depths the more he moved. Slowly his amber eyes looked down at the terrifying sight of currents swirling around him. \n\nSweat ran over his brow as he remained motionless, fully focused on his reflection in the water.\n\n\"How did I get here? Who's voice was that? That... Was Iago... Right?\" The questions floated in his straying mind."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | Tͫ̿͂hͫͨ͂e͂ͤ̈́ ̠̤͒Ö͉̩u̩ͬ͛b̐͛̒lͮͧͬi̊ͤ̊e͑̊͒t̆ͣ̍tͨ̽̓e͗̀͑\n\nThe forest had gone silent, and Iago was left alone in the cold. He was no longer standing near the river. Never had been. The soil seemed to have dried up, almost as if all the water had been sucked elsewhere. _Or towards someone,_ he thought.\nIt was then that he noticed a human shape lying under a fallen tree trunk.\n\n\"Cardin, is that you?\"\n\nThe body answered with flowers. It's seeping wounds blossomed into charming bouquets. Ttheir sweet aroma mixed with the stench of decomposing meat.\nIt wasn't Cardin. It was one of his paintings. The one Linas had liked the most.\n\n**LINAS** \n\nThe the name bursted into his mind like a flood, but the flow was too violent for Iago to grab a hold of. Before he'd fully processed his thoughts, his companion was already beginning to fade from memory like a receding tide.\n\n\"Linas! Linas! Do you hear me?\" He shouted, refusing to let go."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | ₜ̐̽͋ₕ͑́͠ₑ͐͊̀ ₒ͆͛͝ᵤ̿̈́ᵦ̓͛͝ᵢ͒̔͊ₗ̈́͋̓ₑ͐̚ₜ̾̕ₜ͊̽̕ₑ̿͝\n\nThe sound of the rolling river drowned out his senses, barely hearing the faint voice calling his name.\n\nWith the water rising up to his knees his strained breaths shook under the tightness of his chest. Glowing gold flames burned at his shoulders unnoticed.\n\nHe looked up to try and grasp at a nearby tree, hoping to climb to safety. Feeling the course bark of lumber on his fingertips kindled a spark of hope in his frightened heart, until he felt something take hold of him. His eyes widened in terror when he felt it. \n\nThere was something in the water. \n\nHis feet were violently dragged out from under him, pulling him harshly from the life saving umber that served as his only source of safety. Linas screamed with a silent voice. Collections of bubbles were all that left his lips.\n\nThrashing in the dark waters Linas kicked as he desperately fought to reach the water's surface, helplessly watching as the towering trees unnaturally stretched farther away from him.\n\n\"Am I going to die?\" \n\nThe fleeting thought shot through his mind as the world grew dim around him."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Iago Malpertuis | Ṭ̰̦hͯͤ̍e͔ͨ̅ ̈ͥ̀Ō͓̚u̱̭͓b͗̽̋ḻ̃̓i͓͔̥eͮ̚t͑̓ͅt̍ͥ̈e̙ͥ̅\n\n\"I hear you.\"\n\nThe knight turned to see a dark figure standing against the phantasmal glow of the murk. Was it Linas? Cardin? Not possible, it was just as tall as him, and fully armored.\nThe air was becoming more and more dry. _Where is all the water going?_\nHe heard scratches coming from a nearby tree. Was someone desperately clawing at it?\n\n\"Ignore it,\" Said the armored figure. \"There is only you.\"\n\nThe stranger stepped into the light, and Malpertuis saw it was no stranger at all. _It's unclean and rusty plate was without ornament, but the warrior had put a crown of thorns above his helmet and used more of the thorny vines to tighten the grip on the bones he had nailed to the calves and shoulders of his armor. On the forefront of his helmet, a small circle traced with white chalk stood defiant._\n\n\"There is only me,\" Said Iago to his reflection.\n\n\"As within, so without,\" It answered.\n\nAbandoning himself to the revelation, Iago Malpertuis sat on the ground and began listening to his own words."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "The empty river's occupants have sunken into the black inky depths, all except for one who was left floating down towards the edge of the falls.\n\nAbsent eyes watched the familiar shape as he floated away, slowly squinting as he found familiar features. \n\n\"C-... Cardin..\" \n\nWho's name was that? \n\nLei narrowed his eyes and his raspy voice repeated. \"Cardin?...\" \n\n\"**GASP** CARDIN!!!\" \n\nLei shouted and burst into a full on sprint towards the clear river. His boots skidded across the dirt as he hesitated for a moment. \n\n\"Tsk!\" He shook his head and lunged forward, diving recklessly into the water and spinning around to shoot the grappling hook onto a nearby tree branch before he crashed into the icy water. \n\nA few quiet splashes were heard before the surface of the water expoloded with the duo being launched out of the water and dragged over onto the river bank. \n\n\"GAH! HAHH!\" \n\nLei collapsed and sat up, ripping the gauntlet off his hand so he could check on the other man's vitals. \n\n\"P-please... Please be alive.\" Lei panted as he struggled to focus beyond the chilling air that caused his teeth to chatter."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Cardin Faure | the̷ Ou͜b͝liett͠è\n\nThe young man vomited water from his lungs, and started to cough like a dying animal. His skin had turned pale, and the barbed vines that envelloped half his body had torn almost all of his clotes. Strangest of all, he had a beard of several days, even though Linas had entered the forest for no more than a few hours.\nShaking his head like a drunkard, Cardin tried to get close to Linas in order to mumble something.\n\n\"The pantheon... Condemns... \" He whispered. Then fell asleep again.\n\nThe water was gone, and the ground had returned to it's mushy state. There was no sign of anyone else in the forest. All that remained was the cold air and the absence of a warrior whose memory was as fleeting as the twilight fog."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The ͝Oubilete\n\nLei was too busy trying to keep his mind focused to understand a word of what he said. \n\nAll he did as soon as Cardin spoke was get up and grab onto him. He carried him onto his shoulders and breathed out a shaky breath as he marched away from that place. \n\n\" This forest is cursed. \"\n\nHe narrowed his eyes at the thought and looked up at the trees as they passed. \n\n\"Is this really a forest?\" He asked in his mind as the trees seemed to bend over him mockingly. \n\n\"I-Iago?!\" Lei called out and shivered. He stumbled with every other step he made in hopes to find his friend. He could feel his body growing weaker with every passing gust of wind. He needed to find warmth soon. \n\n\"Iago...*Huff huff* Please be okay...\"\n\nAfter some time walking, Lei reached a point where he felt his legs begin to buckle. He fell a knee as he shivered, barely able to move . He nearly Dropped Cardin onto the ground but managed to keep hold of him. \n\nLooking up he realized that the tower was just a few more meters ahead. \n\n\"I can make it. I can make it.\" He whispered to himself and forced his legs under him. \n\nHe swung Cardin over his shoulder and slowly carried him towards the tower. Linas shoved the door open with his arm and rested Cardin down, grabbing some sheets to cover his body as he now rested on the couch near the fire place. Half way through covering Cardin in the wool blanket Lei collapsed onto the ground in front of him, breathing weakly as he rested very close to the fire place. Before a minute could pass, Linas had passed out on the floor."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**\n\n\"No my lady, only him.\"\n\nHearing the words of the seneschal, the lady could not contain her anxiety and stood up from her chair, circling the room like a caged animal.\n\n\"There has to be someone else, Renart! He cannot be the only...\" She wanted to say _survivor_, but she wouldn't let herself succumb to irrationality. Lordbloods were too pure of a breed to act on mere instinct, she told herself, but her insincts were screaming.\n\n\"We cannot know for sure until he wakes up, lady. I'm afraid he is our only witness,\" The seneshal told her.\n\nLei Linas? Half-dead.\nThe Faures? Gone. They had delivered Linas' body dried and patched up, but they had not stayed to face Jeanne's fury.\nMalpertuis? Who knew. Just like the Faures, he had vanished into thin air. Unlike the Faures however, he'd had no reason for doing so.\n\nIt all hinged on Linas.\n\n\"Notice me as soon as he wakes up,\" Ordered Jeanne.\n\n\"As you wish, lady,\" Replied L' Hivert."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\nBurning up from a fever, Linas rested in bed for the entire night and easily slept through the morning after. His eyes only began to open at around 11am, his body still weak and his mind numb from his illness. He felt so cold but his burning skin spoke otherwise. \n\nA soft moan of discomfort came from him as he slowly pushed himself to sit up, looking around him to try and find his comrades. \n\n\"Cardin...\" His slurred words came out slow and drunk. It was only when he was seated up he realized he was in a different room, one he did not recognize. \"Hhnn?... Where?....\" \n\nA spell of nausea hit him, causing him to grumble softly and lie back down in bed. \"Iago...\" He whispered out softly."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeaques Renart L' Hivert | The keep sempiternal\n\nLinas awoke in a great canopy bed, surrounded by marbled walls, and a pair of floor to ceiling windows with view over the valley. He was back in the castle.\n\nThe seneschal of the Keep Sempiternal had sit before him on a rococo chair, placed theatrically under a lofty painting depicting Lockaster as an angel of death. Though the seneschal might have not realized it, the style and theme bore the traits of an artist that Lei could now recognize by the name of Iago Malpertuis.\n\n\"Meister Linas,\" Said the seneschal. \"I'm so glad you are awake.\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\nHe narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the familiar voice, slowly pushing himself against the bed frame so he could see him better. He sighed softly as he rested his back against it, seeing the grand painting in full view. \n\nLei frowned at the sight of it as the detailed piece reminded him of the man he left behind. \n\n\"Are they all okay? Iago.. Did he make it out?\" He spoke in a voice much softer than he intended. He wanted to get up and look for Iago and the others but he knew he would just make things worse for himself in he chose to do so. \n\nLowering his head and frowned as flashes of memories returned to him. Images he has seen in the forest. He was so sure he burnt that entire place down. He hoped that Iago made it out safely."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeaques Renart L' Hivert | The keep sempiternal\n\n\"You mean Sir Malpertuis?\" Asked the senschal. \"I was expecting you could answer that question, we know the Serfbloods that were tasked with helping you made it back, because they left you at the gates of the keep, but we have no news on the knight.\"\n\nL'Hivert stood from his chair, and headed towards the door.\n\n\"Lady de Lysse is expecting you, and she's in a bad mood. Think your excuses through,\" He said before closing the door."
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal - Bathing Cathedral\n\nHe lowered his eyes when he learned how he got here. Knowing that Iago was still missing Linas felt helpless. \n\nHe remained silent as he rested in bed for a few minutes longer. \n\nOnce he felt strong enough to try moving he forced himself to sit up and walk, although his body felt thrice as heavy as it usually did. \n\nHe did not care if Jeanse was in a bad mood. He needed to tell her where she could find Iago. If there was any chance of saving him he was going to take it for he knew he could not do it himself. Not in his state. \n\nPushing himself to move towards the bath house he found that he could barely see straight. His head was throbbing and his body was chilled to the bone. He pulled his jacket on tigter to try and keep warm as he walked. \n\nReaching the doors of their meeting place he pushed them open to see the gloomy interiors of the once inviting cathedral. Walking through the cold echoing room, Linas ignored the fine artistry and stopped a good distance away from the pool. There he saw Jeane positioned under the grand sculpture of Saris, just as she was the first time he met her here. \n\nLinas' expression was blank and unwell, it was clear that he had no intention of entering the waters. His eyes glanced towards the deepths as he waited for a moment, as if he expected something to come from them. \n\n\"Your grace, you summoned me?\" A dead toned voice came from the once Lively man. Tired hazel eyes finally skating away from the waters to settle on her figure."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeanne de Lysse | the Keep Sempiternal\n\nJeanne sighted, and the echo carried her whisper across the entire hall. \n\n\"Do not say anything. I've been reflecting on the current events and I've come to realize that I was misguided from the start. Telling you to work with those superstitous Shitbloods wasn't the best course of action, I see that now. The error was mine, and for that, I apologize.\"\n\nL' Hivert had described her as being on a bad mood, but if that was the case, she wasn't making it evident.\n\n\"Perhaps what you need to complete your work is place that is more... Civilized. Instead of a team, I will give you a seal and a budget, and you will continue your work in the city of Sol. Would that be okay with you meister?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\nHe was surprised to hear her speak so calmly but he did not appreciate her speaking ill of those he worked with. Afterall the forest was truly unnatural. He ignored his feelings for now and focused on trying to help the man who was left behind. \n\n\"I wouldn't mind working in the city. I am just concerned about your knight. Iago Malpertuis is likely still in the Oubilette. He was lost in the forest. I trust that you are sending someone to find him?\" \n\nHis eyes moved back to the darker waters behind her. Feeling his heart beginning to beat faster the more he stared."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Jeanne de Lysse | the Keep Sempiternal\n\nThe Lady smirked at the mention of the knight's name. She wan't too worried.\n\n\"This is not the first time that Sir Iago Malpertuis loses himself in the depths of the Oubliette. He will be back. There is even a minor legend about him, although that's a story for another time. For now your task is to travel to Sol and begin the construction of the prototypes there. Understood?\""
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"author": "alphaeus",
"message": "Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal\n\nLei nodded at her and sighed softly. A look of worry was seen on his features as he caref for the man's safety. \nHe briefly glanced back at the water of the cathedral one last time before looking back at Jeanne. \n\n\"Understood. I wish you well, your grace.\" \n\nAfter they were done talking he would leave to return to his carriage, where ever it might be. He need some time to rest and recover in the comfort of his cozy mobile home."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Council Forum\n\n \"Those pathetic Lords... Comforting in their delusions\". John thought to himself. A ledger sprawled in front of him, laid out across the same desk from which he had begun this war. The Lords on Iron Gate's ruling council had made every effort to withhold logistics from the front John had created, instead choosing to spend them on opulences and their own personal passion projects. It was treason, nothing short of it. As he read further, John remedied his anxiety by tapping a letter opener lightly on the end of the desk. The only light that came into the room oozed in from the door to the rest of the keep. Sentries reflected the candlelight off their jet black armor into John's platinum locks, which had grown long enough to graze the table. He refused to allow anybody to come within a league of him with any razor to cut his hair, and he likely would not let up until his last enemy lay dead or firmly placed underneath his heel. \n\n A commotion introduced the councilmen as they brushed aside John's guards, leading themselves in with the same arrogant facade they had presented while John was one of their equals. Now, their fear was palpable. They hadn't a thought in their mind that uniting the realm was an ambition that could be achieved, so they felt comfort in setting away John's command as a suggestion in supporting their own selfish interests. Now, there was a new master of their destinies - one they had cheated for the entirety of the war. As they entered, John said nothing. He did not stand for them, as he would have in years past. Instead, he waved them to their seats. Of course, they attempted to engage John in their dishonest pleasantries to ascertain his mood.\n\n\"My Lord. I speak for the entire council when I say we are delighte-'' He said, before John cut him off by simply raising his hand. \n\nOnce the councilmen had all seated themselves, John laid back in the head chair. He leaned the oak legs off the ground, lightly tapping the ledger with the sharp edge of the letter opener. He still had not said a word. The room was silent, save for the light tapping of the letter opener against the wide open ledger. An uncomfortable agitation brewed as it became clearer that John was waiting for an explanation. Councilmen looked at each other, before Lord Tanus of Millstone spoke. He was a road lord, and a very influential one. John met him before he had come into possession of Iron Gate while John served on the previous King's court. Of the councillors, he was by far and away the most powerful, but what was even more impressive was his ability to bullshit. \n\n\"We know that the figures do not entirely reflect your wishes, my Lord. We were expecting a longer war - one that would require well placed funds to suit you in the grand picture.\" As he spoke, John slid out from his chair and stood up. John grasped the head of each Councillors chair as he walked past, letter opener still in hand. Confused, Tanus stopped speaking. Only until John sharply met his gaze did he decide to continue to defend his honor. \"It would be ridiculous for us to send your provisions southward on the roads. They are infested with bandits and barbarians, as you know.\" He said, as John moved closer. \"We had to invest in better roads, infrastructure! What did you fucking expect us to do?\" He concluded, as John looked down upon him. Tanus could feel John's breath sliding down the back of his neck as he disappeared behind him. Finally, the dynamic had been too unbearable for the younger lord to bear. He attempted to slide up to his feet to match the Regent, but John placed his hand on his shoulder. \n__\n\n\"Relax, Tanus,\" John said calmly. \"Be a good man and fetch me the ledger.\" He chimed to the Councillor at the right of the head table. Rather than approach John, they passed the paper down the table until it reached his hands again. Placing the letter opener down in front of Tanus, John once again unfurled the paper. \"Hold this open for me; I need you to help me read it.\" Begrudgingly Tanus obeyed. He kept his hands on either side of the paper as John snatched the letter opener and plunged it into the parchment mere inches away from the young Lord's left hand. Tanus yelped, rearing his hand back. Immediately, a squad of soldiers swung open the doors and flooded into the forum. They took their places around the table, standing behind each member of the council respectively. \n\n\"That was a command!\" John roared, ripping the letter opener away from the paper. \"Who are you to disobey the man who spent his fortune giving you everything?\" He paced away from Tanus, walking around the room freely. \"Would you rather spend your days coddled up in this prison? All your efforts have been for nothing if you have no Kingdom to rule.\" John dictated. \"I failed you from the very beginning. I gave you the impression that this was a partnership of equals - a project of mutual cooperation... In my failure, you deceived me. You costed me lives - young, northern lives.\" Stepping back into the light, the marble that filled his eye socket shone. \"You've deformed me, you've failed me, and you've betrayed me. My soldiers have slaughtered my enemies for this long, and they are more than willing to do it again.\" With that, he nodded to the guard commander. The sound of daggers against metal rang around the room as the guards unsheathed their blades halfway. Councilors went into a state of shock; some snapped their heads in John's direction displaying an expression pleading for mercy. Others were too mortified to move, looking at each other with bulging eyes. \n__\n\nJohn laughed. \"Fortunately, you are not my enemies. Surely you would not be so stupid as to oppose the man who put your country back together. My time on the field has taught me to reward my allies, and crush those who would oppose me like the roaches they are.\" The soldiers sheathed their blades, as Councillors audibly exhaled. \"I do hope you gentlemen have learned your place in this new regime.\" John said, making his way to the exit. The soldiers followed, opening the door for him as he turned to the Councillors one last time. \"We meet again tomorrow, I am summoning the war council.\" \n\nMaking his way to his private chambers, the Lord was stopped by a cadet guard. \"My Lord, there is somebody here for you. He said you were expecting him.\" It had been a few days, so the thought lingered in John's head for a moment before he recalled \"Oh yes, Levi. Good. Guide him to my chambers.\" The cadet nodded, and made off. \"Oh, and one more thing!\" John called out. \"Summon the Marshall too. I wish to see him.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Geigor \"Ironhand\" | The Council Forum**\n\nGeigor hated the council chamber because it was a tomb. Gothic vaults of dark stone melded into an octagonal dome that failed to bring enough light into the room. The council had hung several bronze cylinders to the ceiling in the vain hope of catching the rays coming from the tall windows, but it wasn't enough. The lords of Irongate had chosen to make this their chamber because of its solemnity, but said solemnity was that of a mausoleum, that is to say, it reeked of death. If legend was to be believed, spire palaces like these used the be the dining halls of a blood-drinker aristocracy in the city's distant past. \nIn short, this wasn't a hall fit to lead a great nation into the future. It was the resting crypt of a darker, bygone age.\n\nThere was no blood on the floor. A pity. John would've done well to get rid of those leeches. Many grand figures of Northwind were a necessary evil whose greed and relative incompetence was tolerated for the sake of a bigger picture, but in Geigor's eyes, the council were not one of those.\n\nA man was sitting alone at the end of the table, and it took the Marshall many long seconds to recognize it was his liege, so much he had changed. The John that sat before Geigor was almost unrecognizable: old, scarred, blinded on one eye... He seemed to have aged a couple decades in several years. Most of all, the subtle confidence behind his taciturn demeanor was nowhere to be found.\nJohn had returned triumphant but he looked beaten.\n\n\"You summoned me, John?\" Asked the Marshall."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Council Forum\n\n The light exposed John. It unveiled the cracks on his eroded skin, declaring the actuality of the Lord's disposition. It would be foolish to say that John De Burgh had changed, rather his true nature simply became more apparent. The Lord's visage betrayed him, grinning at the sight of his most esteemed companion. \"Hello, Marshal... You look to be in good spirits. Please, sit.\" John requested. \"Marshal\" Was Geigor's title, but never one John used to refer to him. It was always Geigor. The pair had been at each other's side since John was a young man, and Geigor even younger still. They'd been a faithful dyad since the battles just north of the Rustlands. Now, they stood in the octagonal prison John had used to confine the egos of his partners turned subordinates. The Marshal still looked plenty his old self to the Lord Regent - a stout man whose assertive demeanor was itself a beacon of light in such a grim and constricted corridor. It was not the light of the hallway that exposed John, but the brightness of Geigor; the only man who John De Burgh had considered a friend."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "Geigor \"Ironhand\" | The Council Forum\n\nJohn's use of the Marshall's title did not go unnoticed... Geigor had expected to reunite with a friend, but he struggled to recognize the man in front of him. He ran his nails trough aging dark hair and scratched the scars on his face, as he often did when anxious. It was a bad habit, one that ensured the scars never fully healed.\n\n\"I can explain the hangings,\" He said. Geigor was now convinced this was why he had been summoned. The policy had taken effect not long ago, and it had proven extremely unpopular. It's all the Marshall would ever hear about these days.\n\n\"Water theft was out of control. The criminals had started to organize, emboldened by your victories, of all things. They told themselves that if John de Burgh could unify Northwind against the south, then they could unifiy the gangs of the city against the Council. An example had to be made of them.\""
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Council Forum\n\n \"The hangings,\" Geigor said. The first words spoken to his liege after years were of death. As the Marshal explained himself, John met his gaze with an element of sadness. His mind reverted to the Wolfmen he had put in chains after the Battle of the Beasts. The ones he hadn't spiked or left with Levi, he'd strapped to a horse drawn carriage and made a future of them. Between the pair, John had always been the more merciful. After all, Geigor was \"The Ironhand\", while John was simply that. \n\nIt comforted the Lord that Geigor hadn't forgotten John's care for his people, but Geigor's grotesque mishap was not one John had even thought to mention at this reunion. While the Marshal spoke, John reached for his hand picking at his face. He would not watch another moment of the Marshal deforming himself - he didn't want his Geigor to become like him.\n\n John placed his hand over Geigor's on the table. \"I'm not here to speak to you about the bodies, I'm here because I wish to free you of this mundane stewardship.\" John said, releasing Geigor's hand and sitting upright. \"I've come back to Iron Gate to collect you..\" He said, trailing off. \"I am calling the banners... Summoning the host I've assembled while on campaign. I presume you know what our aim is.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nIron Gate\n\nLevi watched as soldiers marched around the city. It was odd, Levi could recognize some of the men marching, but it was as if everything had completely changed about them. Their faces were somber, as if their life had been stripped away from them. Or maybe Levi was just paying too much attention. \n\n\"Sir Leviticus! The Lord wishes to see you now, and has charged me with leading you to his chambers.\" The soldier standing in front of him looked no older than 16, not even three years older than his own son. \n\n\"It's just Levi. I'm no knight, nor do I have any dreams of being one.\" Levi said, stepping off of the dark black warhorse. He rubbed its neck before wrapping the lead around a nearby post. \n\n\"I won't be too long hopefully.\" He whispered, before taking the dark hood off of his head and shaking out the dark locks that needed trimming. He followed the soldier past the gate, holding the handle of his sword so it wouldn't annoy him. His bow was strapped onto his horse, but Levi couldn't trust his sword being lost. \n\nAs they neared their destination, Levi could hear voices coming from the room. He paused, before walking around the corner and into the council room. There was another man in the room, but Levi didn't recognize him. \n\n\"I apologize for being late. I had an unexpected visitor, but they are safe now.\" He said, before walking into the room. \n\n\"I am Leviticus Cortezial, and I do not believe we have ever met.\" He said, looking at the other man in the room."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Council Forum\n\n\nJohn reared his seat back, averting his gaze to the table. It was a habit of his to stare at the ground in front of him while entertaining an idea. \"The Westbrooks... Perhaps. They were eager to swear my oath, and are even more eager for the opportunity to grow their power. I'll make a note of their importance while speaking to the master of ravens.\"\n\nGrounding himself, he swung his hair back behind his shoulders to give himself a better view of Levi. John's view to his left had been unfortunately betrayed by his empty eye socket. \"What news of your men?\" He asked passively. \"Do you have them encamped nearby?\""
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"author": "griffonscall",
"message": "```Loren Markovich``` \n\n**Keep Sempiternal, Pemberlum**\n\nLoren was pleasantly struck by the great display of somewhat eccentric luxury; it was a show that surprised him more than he expected, but the stark contrast from the harsh nature that surrounded the Castle only strengthened its similarities with the Tower arcana. It might have seemed like the keep hadn't been designed with a defensive purpose in mind at all, but Loren suspected a vast amount of surprises were hiding beneath its uncanny design. \n\nStill, he couldn't indulge much in thought just yet. He discretely shook some road dust off his cape and boots before stepping into the corridor, carefully taking in the Seneschal's figure with a reserved yet sternly inquisitive gaze. \"I thank you for your welcome. I am here on behalf of noble House Durkhan, rulers of Astoria, and will be pleased to meet her Grace's son.\" The tone of his voice wasn't particularly formal, but the unusual way it seemed to resonate in the air instantly brought it to attention."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Jean de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal```\nThe Seneschal guided Markovich trough the halls of the fastness. Loren's intuition on the castle's design proved to be correct as a deluge of baroque excesses paraded before his eyes: halls and columns of colored marble, exquisite statues, paintings on every wall, chandeliers and torch holders of fine craftsmanship... The lords of the Keep Sempiternal had turned the belly of their holdfast into an art gallery. It would've been tasteful if they hadn't gone overboard with the displays of wealth.\nThe men kept going until they reached a hall with a great fireplace.\n\n\"Your grace,\" The seneschal adressed a slender figure obscured by the flames. Markovich sensed the man's hesitation at pronouncing the title. \"I present you Loren Markovich, envoy of House Durkhan of Astoria.\"\n\nThe shadow dismissed the seneschal with a movement of his hand, and he bowed before turning around. The figure then stepped from the shadows to reveal a pale young man with ashen hair and lavender eyes dressed in burgundy. He was handsome, perhaps disturbingly so. His thin lips and narrow eyebrows gave him the mien of a cold-blooded viper.\n\n\"Welcome, meister Markovich,\" He said with a smirk. His voice was silvery and articulated. Surprisingly pleasant to listen at. \"My name is Jean de Lysse, how can I be of service to the most esteemed House of Durkhan?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi removed the dark cloak from his shoulders and laid it over the chair before sitting down with the cloak at his back. He studied the room, lit by torches on the wall and the sunlight that trickled through the stained glass. It was old, but the room retained the simple elegance that Levi had grown accustomed to seeing recently.\n\n\"A camp is being made along the small streams to the south, and scouts are already combing the hills. Can never be too safe.\" Levi said, looking up before his face began to show a subtle sign of surprise. Roryk's face had melded with John's, and a deep scarlet stream of blood came out of the smiling corpse's mouth. Levi grit his teeth together as his heart began to pound, but as he blinked John's missing eye came into focus.\n\n\"The wolfmen are slowly growing accustomed to our ways. I have reason to believe they will be powerful allies should we allow them to grow under us.\" He said, looking up at John, before glancing at Geigor. How would the man react to Levi's words?\n\n\"More of my men are joining me from the south. People are beginning to learn of our victory, and wish to join the so called \"Wolf Killer\". As we grow stronger, so will our need for somewhere more permanent become.\" He said, glancing back at John. \"Iron Gate is strong, but there are many people here who will not take kindly to a large force of men who look nothing like them, nor act like them.\" He said, before sitting back in his chair. \"However, that is not important at the moment. These... Westbrooks, are they loyal? Many claim loyalty for a chance at this so called *Power*. Should you appear weak at any moment, many will leave your side. Are you sure you wish to entrust this task to these men and women?\" Levi asked, before reaching at his side and pulling out a small metal container and taking a sip of the liquid inside. As he sat it back at his side, he withdrew a small golden coin. As he listened to the men, he began to roll it across his fingers."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi slowly looked forward, his pupils flaring in anger. \"Do not get comfortable sitting in that seat of yours. If you have something to say, say it, before your snide remarks cost you your tongue.\" Levi said, glancing up. He sat back in his seat, before flipping the coin high in the air and letting it hit the table, bouncing up once before landing on the stamped head of a monarch. \n\n\"However, out of respect to De Burgh, I will not kill you for this show of disrespect. The wolfmen under my command will stay under my command. That \"Unwashed throng\" Would have slit your throat and eaten your eyes for the hell of it should you have been out there.\" Levi said, before looking over at John. \n\n\"My men are loyal to me. Each other. Whoever we fight for is our concern, and right now that's De Burgh. You are unimportant to me. Why are you here? Why were you not on the battlefield? Weak men like you disgust me.\" He said, looking back at Geigor. Levi was furious. No one spoke about his men in front of him, no matter who the man was."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Geigor 'Ironhand' | The council forum```\n\nThe Marshall's eyes squinted ever so slightly, but otherwise his scarred face let out no reaction. When facing furious men, it was important not to aknowledge their fury. Getting defensive only gave them control over the conversation.\n\nThis Cortezial mercenary was aware of his skills in the unsubtle and undignified way of many young warriors, but for better or worse, seemed to have no idea of who Geigor was. The Marshall couldn't blame him: too often, even he had a hard time recognizing the man he had become.\n\n\"Young man,\" He said. His raspy voice tone had gone from menacing to dispassionate with disbelief. \"Do you honestly believe I have never set foot on a battlefield?\"\n\nThere was a short pause. Geigor then continued.\n\n\"As you mentionned earlier, who I am is of no importance. Unfortunately, whoever your men fight for does happen to be my concern, and our lord's. You said they were loyal to you, so I shall ask you again: are you loyal to our lord, or does your loyalty lie with his cause?\"\n\nThe Marshall's words weren't accusatory this time. But his monotone voice, halfway between grumpy and patronizing, was certainly annoying."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n\"My loyalty surely doesn't lie with you.\" He said, crossing his arms and staring at the man with an expression that no longer betrayed any emotion. \"I know you have seen war, and battles. But have you watched as someone you truly love get slaughtered. Have you cared as your men get massacred, torn from their dreams by madmen led by a maniac. Who stood by your lord as he faced Tharn? Not you. You sat here, in this city, guarded by men and walls. I envy you. Not caring is something I wish I could do.\" Levi said, uncrossing his arms and picking up the coin and holding it up to eye level. \n\n\"I have seen many battles in my short life. I have faced Kings, and walked away. You call me Wolf-killer as those who do not know me do, however if you are going to question my loyalty know this. I do not take that lightly. I am Levi Cortez, formally of the Eclipse who fought Vronti Kelwynd, and I will not take insults from someone who is no longer brave enough, or willing, to fight alongside his lord.\"\n\n\"Most men are like this coin. Loyal to whoever holds them tighter, and easily exchanged. If you do not own this coin, you cannot spend it, however it still holds worth. Like this coin, I will not leave whoever is holding me unless I am given away. Do not worry yourself about where my loyalties lie, however worry about where your next meal will come from.\" He said, his anger subsiding. \n\n\"I must ask you a question, because it is burning inside of me and won't let me live in peace unless I ask. How did you gain a seat here? I have never heard of you before.\" He said, looking up at Geigor again."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Geigor 'Ironhand' | The council forum of Irongate```\n\nCortezial continued to dodge the question. Geigor would't normally stand it. But John was present, and he had heard enough. If he didn't feel the need to press Cortezial on his loyalties, then neither did Geigor. It was time to move onto something else.\n\n\"How I got this seat, huh?\" He asked to the gothic vault of the forum. The Marshall turned pensive. \"It was so long ago now I can hardly remember. Perhaps I have always been here.\"\n\nIt was a vague answer, but Cortezial could use some of his own medicine. Besides, it had truth to it. Geigor had served under John since the beginning. He could remember a time where he didn't, but said times were always a blur. John brought clarity and purpose to his memories."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\nLevi smiled. \"So he does have a sense of humor. Finally, something I can respect.\" He said, before leaning forward. \"My loyalties are here. My men need a home, and through John I can finally make that happen. Is that answer suitable?\" He asked, before pushing his fingers against each other and making them pop. \"If it's not, too bad. It's as close to an answer as I am willing to give you.\" He said, flexing his hand to ease the soreness of his muscles. \n\n\"This Westbrook family... Would they be able to command a large enough host to occupy the surrounding territory?\" Levi asked, reaching into his bag and pulling out a crude map his scouts had made. \"The north is easily taken if not guarded well. There are not many natural defenses such as rivers or mountains. It is going to have to be held by men, and if an attack is mounted by anyone it would be catastrophic.\" He said, pointing to a few spots on the map."
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"author": "john.08443",
"message": "John De Burgh\nThe Council Forum\n\n John expected nothing less than the conflict that had unfolded before him. He wondered if Geigor had seen a part of himself in Levi, or if it had not dawned on him that Levi is undergoing the same changes he experienced after meeting John all those years ago. Despite their differences, they were united in a ruthless pragmatism that pleased their Lord. To intervene in this clash of personalities would do their relationship a disservice, for how else could their relationship develop if not tumultuously. \n\n Raising an eyebrow as Levi went for his bag, it was to John's surprise that it was not Geigor who was the first to attempt to discuss the motions of the rearguard. Amused, he angled his head to the table, giving the Marshall a smart glance before turning his attention to Levi. \"The Westbrooks' host is small, numbering only a couple thousand.\" John said shortly, pointing to the mountains of Asairde where their family was housed. \"Placing them in command of the rearguard is a test of their loyalty, and their competence. The Lord Westbrook is far too useful of a man to waste his days freezing atop the mountains, and the overwhelming sum of the men under his command will be my own.\" He lifted his finger, moving the area of focus North. \"The Athmore faithful in Vivayn's territory are keeping him busy enough. If he were to be foolish enough to move south, he and his entire band of deplorables would find themselves surrounded on every front.\" John then looked to Geigor, silently requesting his input."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "```Geigor 'Ironhand' | The Council Forum```\n\nThe Marshall scrathced his old and pale scars again. Softly this time.\n\n\"I still believe there is nothing to lose by pushing the barbarian remnants into Vivayn's lands. Those that haven't joined Cortezial, that is,\" He glanced at Levi, then turned his head back to John. \"It could help the Westbrook troops remain combat ready. If nothing else, it will be a show of force.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nNorthwind\n\n\"Problem with that idea is, you won't be able to force the Wolfmen to do anything. They are without their Alpha, their leader, and without that person they won't follow any orders. Only problem with finding a new alpha is, that person has to practically take on every single warrior within their ranks who wants a shot at becoming the new alpha. Tharn was so strong no one dared touch him, out of respect or fear. Possibly both.\" Levi said, before turning to John. \n\n\"However, if you happened to find someone with potential to become the new leader, it wouldn't take much convincing to get them to claim the title. After all, it's just waiting on someone with the will to survive.\" Levi said, studying where John had pointed. \n\n\"Have you visited the Westbrooks? Are their men even soldiers, or just farmers given swords and expected to fight?\" Levi asked, folding up the map again and placing it back into the leather bag, before hooking the small pouch back onto his side."
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"author": "iceager",
"message": "**Luke Carloman**\n**Iron Gate, Northwind** \n\nLuke walked through the streets of the city, his men behind him. He had to pick up the supplies while Levi sat comfortably in the Council Forum, enjoying with the high and mighty lords. While walking he suddenly hit a rock with him foot. \"Dammit\" He cried out loud. The bandits moved back a few paces, even they could see, Luke wasn't in a good mood today and everyone knew that annoying Luke on such days was like wrestling a Dire-wolf, you are more likely to get your face bitten off. \n\nHe waved the men away, \"Go get the supplies\" He barked. As the men scrambled away, he stepped into the dark alley and took a deep breath. He can't afford the men to see him lash out like this, he needs to keep a cool head. The alley was chilly, so he put up his hood over his head, better not go down with a cold right now."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Frederick, Cook for Levi's bandit group\nIron Gate\n \n\"Carloman! Don't you know better than to order those men around. What would Levi say if he had of heard you bark orders and walk away without helping?\" His voice carried out among the alleyway, and as he spoke dogs barked in the distance. \n\n\"He told *You* To get supplies. He didn't tell you to tell someone else. How do you expect to gain any respect if all you do is tell others to do your work?\" Frederick asked, walking forward in the dark alley as the wind began to blow through."
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"author": "iceager",
"message": "**Luke Carloman**\n**Iron Gate, Northwind** \n\n\"Frederick, don't test me today\" Luke growled. \"I have enough respect, that respect is fuelled by fear, which is why I can order people around. As for your supplies, I'll get them to you.\" But a little voice in Luke's head told him that Frederick was somewhat right, he didn't just need their respect but also their loyalty.\n\nWith heavy thoughts weighing on his head, Luke started walking out of the alleyway. Taking a deep breath, he followed the men to the path they took, eventually catching up with them in front of the meat shop. \n\n\"I'm sorry boys, i shouldn't have snapped like that. I'm having a bad day today, forgive me.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern 🔸 River Peak, the Rustlands**\n\nReaching a Black Gate was always a relief, but Rian disliked this one. It was well known that he never slept well unless in the wilderness, but this fortress was unpleasant even during the day.\n\nRiver Peak was the House of Koern's southernmost bastion, and it showed. Banners flew high and rangers walked at times in uniformed armor, without rust or chipping. The town even dared to step several of its buildings outside the black walls. Blissful ignorance.\n\nWhat Rian disliked about River Peak could perhaps be better explained by the two bridges that leapt over the flanking rivers that gave the Black Gate it's name.\nThe southern bridge, that which conected River Peak to the Gray Hills and its hucksters, was worn but sturdy; made out of stone and boasting several pillars anchoring it to the riverbed.\nThe northern bridge, meant to be used by rangers to carry out their sworn duty, was a haphazard wooden contraption with uneven supports and missing planks. It was far from unusable, but Rian thought it exemplified perfectly where the wardens of River Peak had set their priorities.\n\n\"They think patrols are only for dry season, when the river empties and the nasty critters can cross,\" Said Lahel.\n\nGallows humor. The \"Critters\" Had claimed from her an eye and one of her ears.\nStill, it could always be worse. She could've ended like Brean, unconcious and missing two limbs. Rian's party had gone trough great lengths to keep him alive.\n\n\"Open the gates!\" Shouted Rian as soon as he reached the fortress. \"We have a wounded ranger! He needs attention immediately!\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, Rivers Peak, the Rustlands**\n\nThe day had gone as usual for the rangers of Rivers Peak, under the command of their Ranger-Captain, Martin Koern, the neatly kept rangers had been patrolling along the walls and fortifications of the Black Fortress, holding watch over all areas, but often rangers would linger on the half overlooking the bridge south, hoping to spend their pay on the wares of hawkers riding north from the Grey Hills. In truth though, they had come to find that few of the pampered southern merchants would risk the journey to the feared Rustlands to sell their goods, those that did were either desperate or at the end of their lucrative routes with only the dregs of their caravans to present to the northern rangers.\n\nMartin was relatively fine with this, after all, if relatively few of his rangers fell prey to the beasts of the north was that not a good thing? He himself had spent the day so far marching throughout the Black Gate with his rangers, taking the occasional swig from a plump wineskin. Just as Martin was about to head off the wall to refill his drink he noticed a gathering of his men by the northern gatehouse, before he could do anything he found himself facing a panicked ranger.\n\n\"Captain, Captain! We got some rangers up at the northern gate, they're claimin' to have wounded with em!\"\n\nMartin narrowed his eyes, \"Wounded?..\" Could it be bandits? No, no common brigands would be as bold as to stroll up to a black gate in such a manner... He waved a hand \"Bring me to them, after that you go fetch the apothecary, understood?\" The ranger nodded \"Aye Captain, follow me, quicklike!\" The ranger began to rush off, Martin in tow. They quickly reached the gatehouse, Martin shoved through the massed ranks of his rangers, \"What are you lot waiting for? Open the bloody gates, move it!\" At that they quickly regained their wits, rushing downstairs to operate the crank.\n\nAs the Gate began to open Martin rushed down from the gatehouse, looking about he could see his man from earlier standing at the entrance, waiting and ready with the local apothecary. As Martin waited anxiously for the portcullis to retract he began to shift nervously. Looking at the party of battered rangers outside his gates he winced, taking note of their injuries and equipment, worn thin from use, he hoped that something could be done for whoever was the \"Wounded ranger\" Among them."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern 🔸 River's Peak, the Rustlands**\n\nThe party wasted no time crossing the gates. Rian's men headed straight for the town while he and Lahel stayed near the walls. One of stood out among them: Martin, the son of Malorn Koern, late captain of River Peak's rangers.\n\nRian had heard a lot about him. Not always good things. He had a reputation for glory seeking and debauchery. A trait inherited from Malorn's unwise mingling with House de Lysse, as the bulberry tint on Martin's irises could attest.\nBut the Rangers of River Peak trusted the man, and in Rian's opinion nothing else mattered. Malorn's heir may not have the rugged facelines and thick hair of the other Koern, but he was every bit as capable as he or any other of their commanders.\n\n\"Martin!\" He said. \"It's good seeing you here!\" But seeing how Martin's attention was focused towards the man in the makeshift pelt stretcher, he felt the need to explain.\n\n\"Brean lost a couple limbs. Alpha wolf. We're lucky he survived.\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, River's Peak, the Rustlands**\n\nMartin's attention would be drawn away from the wounded ranger, turning to face his fellow house member \"Alpha?\" He raised his eyebrows \"Indeed, that Brean fellow must have the constitution of an Ox to survive that... Pity about the limbs though...\" He shivered as he watched the man being carried through the gates, almost immediately being set upon by the apothecary and her assistants.\n\nHe paused as he looked across the ranks of Rians rangers, taking them in before shaking his head \"Well, enough of that unpleasantry, I assure you we shall do what we can for poor Brean.\" He clapped his hands together \"So, Rian, is there anything we here at Rivers Peak can do for you and your rangers? We recently got some barrels of wine from down south that we have yet to crack open that we would be more than happy to share with you, and while we are enjoying that you can tell us all about the encounter with the Direwolves, I assure you my rangers would love to hear of your exploits.\"\n\nWhile the rangers had been entering the town a gathering of the local folk had built up. Attacks were unfamiliar outside of the dry season to the people of Rivers Peak, and seeing a party of rangers with injured amongst them had attracted the attention of the townspeople, many interested to see what was going on."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern 🔸 River's Peak, the Rustlands**\n\nExploits. Exploits he'd said. As if the keepers of Long Vigil were a bunch of attention seekers who needed the praises and songs of trouvadours. No wonder they were lax in their duties, but Rian was about to remind them what Duty was.\n\n\"We could use some of your rangers. Our group is too depleted to complete the patrol.\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, River's Peak, the Rustlands**\n\nMartin would frown slightly, pursing his lips before looking about at his rangers, taking note of their relaxed demeanor, most of all he took in their swords, well polished and sharpened, yet most without signs of use. *Not as if there is anything wrong with that, but we ought to do more than just keep our vigil, after all, what is a warrior without the thrill of adventure and combat?* \n\n\"Aye, that we can do. How many of us would you want, and where would we be headed? In truth, it has been a while since any of us down here have been on patrol, I am sure many of my rangers would be more than thankful for the exercise.\" He snorted, knowing of a few who would be anything but."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern | River Peak**\n\n\"Between ten and fifteen should be enough. With Brean out of action, our own party has been reduced to nine. Bring your best trackers.\"\n\nRian doubted the men of River Peak were good trackers. They were more concerned with becoming great warriors and duellists. Still, he hoped to be proven wrong."
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, River's Peak, the Rustlands**\n\n\"Alright, I shall gather them with the utmost speed, a moment.\" With that Martin turned, clicking his tongue before gesturing at the gathered townspeople and rangers \"Have any of you lot seen Bran about?\" One of the rangers nodded \"Aye Captain, been loungin' about the Keep.\" Martin sighed \"Alright, go fetch him, and be quick about it.\" \n\nMartin returned his focus to the rest of the men, putting on a commanding tone he called out around a dozen names, as he did so multiple rangers stepped out of the crowd, some more eager than others. They were soon joined by the ranger Martin had sent off, accompanied by a sandy-haired young man flushed with drink \"Hoy Bran!\" Martin called out to him \"Get your wits about you lads, we are to go on patrol with Rian and his lot here.\" He nodded towards Rian. \n\n\"Since you are among some of the best rangers this Gate has to offer I expect you to behave accordingly, so, are you ready?\" He was met by a scattered bout of ayes, Martin turned to face Rian \"That's the best trackers then, all ready to move out.\" He paused, shooting a look back to Bran who was currently looking about in a daze as he gathered his wits \"Don't be fooled by Bran over there, he is one of the best rangers we have, in fact probably the best tracker in the whole company.\" \n\nA group of young stableboys lead the rangers' horses to them, within a few minutes the rangers of River's Peak were all seated upon their mounts, ready to go out on patrol."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "\"Ilona Maith\"\nThe Great Hall, the Keep Sempiternal\n\nThe music was boring and when it stopped, it stopped entirely. The silence loomed over them once again. \n\nOne of the wicks on the candelabra next to her was crackling ever so softly. Somewhere in the far off rooms, a servant had dropped something. The rain padded the window in slow, methodical waves. \n\nThe Princess cleared her throat, \"How did you like my father's Isles, my lady?\" She gave little Fleur de Lysse a similarly tiny smirk. She had never had a father, but the Pirate King was what she imagined one might be like. Distant, looming, frowning, dispensing coin every so often. Ilona spoke highly of him, almost like he was always listening. \n\n\"I have not been back in some time, and I can not say I am not jealous you were there. How was he, the King? Tell me, how many times did he smile? Once? Twice?\" She chuckled.\n\n\"I think you will find I am...\" She spun her hand to summon up the word, \"_fun,_ I think you say.\""
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"author": "definitelyaworm",
"message": "Fleur De Lysse\nThe Keep Sempiternal\n\nFleur's eyes shifted as someone spoke, landing on the strange woman that had arrived last, and was sitting on the opposite side of the table. Clearing her own throat, almost as if she were afraid of her own words, a soft blush came to her cheeks. She fixed her hands and folded them in her lap to keep with fiddling with them. Typically, Fleur was quite a talkative young woman, but for some reason the presence of her family was making her nervous, afraid she was going to say the wrong thing in front of her mother and her siblings.\n\n\"The isles were quite lovely. It was much warmer there, and much more colorful.\" She noted, her eyes glancing around the dull colored room. \n\n\"Why have you not been back? I couldn't imagine being away from home for a long time.\" It held truth, in her statement. Fleur never found herself away from home for extended periods of time, and even when she was away there were days she felt herself missing the charm of her household- as dysfunctional as it might be. \n\n\"I believe it to be a few times. Does he not smile much?\" Tilting her head lightly at the question, Fleur glanced to her mother, almost as if for approval before she were to speak again."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "\"Ilona Maith\"\nThe Keep Sempiternal\n\n_\"Why have you not been back?\"_ the girl asked.\n\nShe grabbed her cup and took a long draw from it. They had chosen her for this, for her ability to lie. It was like fucking. It was like anything else. \n\nIlona talked little and less about her father's Kingdom. It was why they were all together, her family upon the Trillium, but it was never spoken about, and never in the presence of the Princess. Very rarely though, Ilona herself would make little comments about her father, or about her home. Many of the crew, especially Parrinplank, had returned on multiple occasions, but the Princess herself had never stepped foot on the sandy beaches. The implication was not that Ilona did not want to return, but that she _couldn't._\n\nShe had no answer for the little girl, and so instead she simply put on a smile and set the cup down beside her.\n\n\"I do not like parrots, so much,\" She said blithely. \"They are always uh... Squawking and tweeting and repeating your words right back at you, and it is only when you hear yourself speak that you realize how _stupid_ you sounded in the first place.\" \n\nWhen she was told that the Pirate King had been in good spirits, she clapped her hands together, \"Aaah! It is so nice to hear that. Well...\" She shrugged, \"He _may_ have been drunk, who is to say? As for smiling, my lady...\" She looked over to the Skaggerlies, \n\n\"Ask them if my father is a man for smiles. I do believe you both uh...\" She raised her eyebrows, \"Earned his ire, did you not?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern | The Rustlands**\n\nAn early sun rose over the rugged creeks and clays of the landscape. The soil of the Rustlands had few nutrients to offer, turning the earth orange from the Ibbish Mountains to the Gulf of Emin. Combined with the long shadows cast down by the rising sun, it looked as if countless banners had been laid over the rocks as far as the eye could see.\nBlack and orange. The colors of the House banner. His people sure were an unimaginative bunch.\n\nMartin had spoken true. His rangers were skilled. Life at River's Peak had dulled their edge, but the potential was there. Martin himself was more skilled than he had any right to be. Rian had judged them too soon. That being said, one could only wonder what they could've been like, if only had they chosen to hone their skills instead of retreating behind the walls of their black gate.\n\n\"The town, or what remains of it, is up ahead. According to Roen, they were slaughtered by a bunch of northern savages with the help of what seemed to be islanders\", he told Martin. \"Hopefully, they will have left enough evidence behind to identify the culprits. We'll give it to the Matriarch, she'll unleash the black ones on them, and it will be the end of these people.\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, The Rustlands**\n\n\"Hrmf-\" Martin pursed his lips \"-whomever the perpetrators are of such an act deserve such a fate, assuredly a just end to a rather unjust tale. That said, it seems rather odd to see such a union, southron pirates and northern savages, united in arms.\" He let out a sigh \"Stranger things have taken place as of late though, and at this rate shall continue to occur.\" Shaking his head at the strangeness of it all Martin shot a glance up ahead, squinting at the rough landscape.\n\nMartin looked back at Rian, an eager look upon his face \"Well, it does indeed appear to be a clear path ahead of us, how should we go about this Rian? Go straight in or perhaps take a more cautious way about this? Tis your patrol after all.\"\n\nMartin shot a glance back at his rangers, many of whom were starting to slip back into the pattern of being out and about, shaking off the rust that had accumulated back at Rivers Peak, though they were noticeably brasher than their comrades. He let out a sigh, he hoped that they would be able to handle themselves accordingly within the town, that said they had performed well so far, with all luck they would continue to do so."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern🔸The Rustlands**\n\n\"The town is dead. And it's daytime. But just in case...\" He turned towards Lahel. \"Have our team scout the perimeter. I'm going with Martin's group into the village.\"\n\n\"Aye, captain,\" She responded. With a hand sign, Rian's forces followed her down the slope and around the wooden palisade, while Rian himself followed Martin and his men into the ghost town.\n\nThere was a putrid stench in the air. Rotten bodies somewhere, but also a burny smell. Lots of buildings had been damaged by fire.\nThere was a squelch under his horse, whose hooves had crushed the hairless body of a charred Fellhound. No, not one. Hundreds upon hundreds of them laid dead inside a wide trench with wooden spikes. There were also a couple of Direwolves impaled on those. Plus some human corpses for good measure.\n\nAfter careful consideration and pondering, all Rian could say was:\n\"The fuck?\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, The Rustlands**\n\nThe rangers of Rivers Peak moved into the town with a great feeling of trepidation about them, having smelt the stench of the rotting corpses long before having seen them they were at least somewhat prepared for the sight before them, regardless many were left gagging in disgust or covering their noses in an unsuccessful attempt to ward off the smell. A sense of extreme oddity lay over the scene, most of Martins rangers had seen nothing like it before.\n\n\"I've heard of towns being attacked by Fellhounds, but this?\" Bran muttered from within Martins group, poking at a Fellhound with his drawn blade.\n\nMartin stepped forward, frowning he moved amongst the corpses, often shaking his head or murmuring to himself. After sorting through the assorted bodies of felled beasts and men he jumped down into the trench, he ducked down and grabbed a particularly bloodied corpse by the hair, holding it up for all to see \"Rian! I think I found those islanders of yours!\" He dragged the corpse out of the trench, placing it down with a hefty thump. A half dozen more were to follow it, dragged up and placed alongside the islander, ending with a rather measly-looking villager.\n\nNow with the dead lined up Martin pulled himself out of the trench, standing in front of his macabre display he signaled for Rian to come over.\n\n\"Take a look at this here-\" He pointed down at a group of malnourished and hollow-looking corpses \"-those there are our honest citizens, the lot who were here before all this.\" He kicked the head of a muscular looking brute \"This lot from what I can tell are those barbarians from up north, big buggers they are. And the rest are our southrons, the pirates you said helped the barbarians with their... Work.\" \n\nHe grimaced \"Now Rian, I am not entirely sure that this was the work of the barbarians and pirates in question. For one it does not look to me as if these men were fighting each other, no, I don't see many wounds on this bunch that would resemble the work of weapons. I propose that for whatever reason the townsfolk, the southrons, and the northerners were working together against these beasts, now what caused this to happen I would not know, but it seems more than likely to me that this is the case.\"\n\nHe paused, taking a breath and a moment to think before continuing.\n\n \"As for the fact that the town is burnt, perhaps they sacked it afterwards, though for what purpose I know not, it seems more likely that it came as the result of some accident during the battle.\" Martin looked over at Rian, a faint smile upon his face \"Quite the deduction I know, but consider it, what else could have caused...\" He raised his hands and gestured to the surrounding chaos \"All this? I would be quite glad to hear your opinion on the matter.\""
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"author": "perfectlypeachy",
"message": "Kelsafyr Skaggerly, The North of Marin\nThe Keep Sempiternal.\n\nKelsafyr rose a hand, idly twirling the pad of her finger in a circle, tracing the rim of her wine cup. There she sat, with her back straight and pristine posture, and for some reason, she felt herself looking forward to the events of the evening. She had adorned herself in one of her most favoured gowns, a white silk dress with a mink fur trim that lined her bust. She lifted her gaze and glanced from the woman to her left, to the one sitting directly before her.\n\nIllona Maith wasn't what she had expected, and her expression likely told her as much. Her eyes narrowed into a squint, scrutinising every such detail of her appearance. She thought she would have seen more of her father in her - but she must liken to that of her mother, just as Kelsafyr and Shaydrin did. \n\nFleur de Lysse, Kelsafyr recalled as being her name, was a very sweet looking girl. She had a certain innocence to her, a certain doe-eyed stare. The ice maiden couldn't have told you why, but she found herself taking quite a liking to her. \n\nShe had been quietly observing the rest of the guests when she found herself spoken to by Illona. How fitting, she thought. She had just spent weeks in the company of one Maith, and now here she was thrown into the clutches of another. She cleared her throat, raising the goblet to her lips to wet her tongue. \n\n\"I would say your father both took a disliking to me, and a liking to me, at the very same time.\" Commented the Skaggerly woman, setting her goblet down onto the table. \"I do believe I received a smile or two from him, though. He was very kind to me, when I needed him to be, all things considered.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Selene de Lysse▫️The Keep Sempiternal**\n\nIllona Maith... Islander. Princess. Adventurer. Charmer. Liar... But what was she lying about? Selene de Lysse had quite a reputation in the Keep Sempiternal: that of a witch in all but name. One who could pry your secrets open with soft whispers and honeyed words. One that guarded all the doors and held all the keys. It was an image that the so-called 'silverwrought' had carefully built over the years, but for all her efforts, it remained a half-truth. She had a talent for smelling lies, and a lifetime of telling them, but she couldn't read minds.\n\nShe glanced back at Fleur. She would be able to. Someday.\n\n\"Oh, some men pride themselves on being hard to figure out,\" She said. Violet irises turned to Bastien, then to Calypso, then back to Illona. \"But luckily, we have his daughter with us. Someone who has known him for far longer than we have... And in ways that we never will. Dearest Kelsafyr says the _Pirate King_ is a man of conflicting emotions, but would you say the same of _Bradai Maith_?\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, The Rustlands**\n\nMartin looked down at the mauled corpse, eyebrows knitted together as he took in the gory sight, wincing at the splattered guts of the dead man.\n\n\"No...\" He said slowly, wracking his brain for what manner of beast could have caused such a wound, his eyes darting between the fallen raider and the other surrounding corpses.\n\n\"I don't think they would at that, certainly no fellhound could do such a thing, and I doubt any man, northerner or not could muster the sheer strength to do so either.\"\n\nMartin's hand moved down to the hilt of his blade, frowning as he attempted to envision how the man must have died. \n\n\"Well,\" He swallowed nervously \"You wouldn't think any of those northerners were carrying any bear claws along with them would you? From how hairy some of the bastards are I would not put it past them.\" He laughed, a cheap attempt to quieten his nerves, a futile one at that."
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**Rian Koern 🔸The Rustlands**\n\nMartin's joke got a laugh out of everyone, not just Rian. Gallows humour was much appreciated by the rangers.\n\n\"Yeah, they're quite furry alright,\" Said Rian. \"Honestly it would make more sense than if they didn't.\"\n\nBut the fun was short lived. Soon he was shouting commands again, urging the rangers to search the other houses."
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, The Rustlands**\n\nNot wanting to be left aside Martin too quickly jumped into action, barking orders and directions for the rangers of his band, the Rivers Peakers, not wanting to be shown up by their comrades were more than happy to comply, pairs of rangers quickly split off, each small group heading for the nearest houses, sorting through the burnt-out husks.\n\nHaving set the main bulk of his rangers to their work Martin too turned to searching \"Hoy! You there!\" He barked at the remaining man, a clean-shaven young fellow adorned in a well-polished set of mail, he spun about \"Y-yes Ser?\" \n\nMartin nodded \"Aye you, come, we have work to do.\" The ranger quickly nodded, rushing to his Captains side. From there Martin set to searching the ruins, him and his companion uncovered little, mostly charred bones and dust. Eventually however they came to what must have once been a warehouse, what appeared to be one of the only large buildings left untouched by the flames that had scorched its neighbors.\n\nAs they neared it a frown came upon Martins face, soon turning into a pained grimace \"By the gods, what a bloody foul smell!\" He spat off to the side, wiping his mouth before nearing the large entranceway. He sniffed once more, wincing before drawing his sword, his companion did the same. Nodding over to the ranger at his side they both kicked open the door, Martin coughed as a wave of dust hit him, he waved away the cloud before starting to look around the inside of the building.\n\nIt was the stench that hit him first.\n\nHe was almost knocked off his feet by it, the all-consuming wave of rot and decay, it took all that Martin could muster to not empty his guts all over the blood-encrusted floor, his companion was not so composed. \"Fuck!\" The man yelled \"Fuck, fuck fu-\" He stumbled off to the side, wiping his mouth with a trembling hand before slipping, he yelled yet again, this time it came out as more of a high pitched scream, he had tumbled right onto the twisted and mauled corpse of what must have been a southerner, his limbs entangling with that of the emancipated corpses.\n\nMartin shook his head, he had never seen such a sight in all his years, modest amount as they may have been. He took in the utter horror of the scene, corpses, what seemed to him like dozens littered the walls and floor of the building, ruptured and pierced in almost every way possible, he felt almost certain that no mortal man could have done such a thing, twisted as some men may be.\n\nIt was too much for Martin, he lurched and evicted the mornings meal from his guts, spewing the half-digested stew upon the gore-soaked flooring of the building, gasping he turned back to the doorway, back to the outside \"Rian!\" He hollered \"Rian! Co-\" He withheld another wave of nausea \"Come see this! I don't know what the fuck it is but you bloody well might.\" He wiped his mouth, inhaling a fresh breath of air from the outside, clearing his lungs of the stale air of the slaughterhouse."
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"author": "vanitypirate",
"message": "**Keskil \"Bonefingers\" – Irongate **\nKeskil's elders taught him to pity the Stonefolk who walled themselves in with rocks for fear of the cold. \nThey were regarded as fools, the elders taught. Heat was a gift from the Frozen Gods, It is the animator of life and meant to be shared as a candle ignites another. In excess, however, it is what feeds into fever and the hot festering of wounds—it is anger and hate in those who covet heat. \n\nThe cold is painful to those fiery mortals. It is death abated by flame. It is also sleep, tranquility, and purity— the essence of the Frozen Gods themselves, and therefore foolhardy to shun entirely.\n\nThe ancient city of Irongate was known to Keskil's tribe, the Qiqirn, as a cautionary tale against the shunning of cold. It was the birthplace of mankind, where the Frozen Gods first bestowed their gifts of fire. The mortal men were prosperous, but they were selfish with their fire, and built walls to keep it in, thus walling out the Gods that bestowed that flame upon them. What became of Northwind now, Qiqirn legends say, is a direct result of that.\n\n*By the Night,* Keskil thought to himself as his gaze wandered up the walls, taller than even the mightiest tree, *It is too hot.*\n\nHis black-furred dogs were like shadows at his heels. Nanuq, the silver-muzzled, and Pakak, the huntress, were as alike as summer and winter, but they were loyal to him. \n\nKeskil stood just beyond the entry-gate of Irongate's outermost wall, in awe at how high its first men built the city's stones. With his left hand, he pulled his knit-hat off his head and held it as he stared at the city."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Frederick Agarys \nIron Gate, Northwind\n \nIt had been weeks since Levi left, and the men were getting restless. Frederick did what he could, but he did not hold the same power that Levi held over other people. His name didn't carry the same weight. \n\n\"Frederick! The cook you trained has outdone himself! Come join!\" A booming voice reached Frederick's ears, and Frederick turned, smiling as the smells of roasted venison registered to his nose. \n\n\"Orin, you did well. I am proud of you.\" Frederick said, taking a hunk of meat from the platter sitting in front of the large hall. Men began trickling into the large tent, and before long it was brimming with the sounds of laughter and bickering as men and women crowded the many tables that were set up. \n\n————-\n\n Food was plenty, and the ale flowed like water as the night grew older. Frederick maintained his sobriety, avoiding making a fool out of himself. A group of men had began playing with knives, each daring the other to go faster as the knives' sharp points danced in the spaces between their fingers. Frederick sat back in his chair, watching as the chaos ensued. There was a calm; hidden underneath the disarray. The children were sleeping in their mother's arms, and the strays were begging for scraps as their mouths watered. Levi's wolf slept soundly, having gotten his fill off of the hunt. Frederick sighed, before placing the dark cloak onto his shoulders and walking towards Iron Gate.\n\nHe took a deep breath as the cold air invaded his lungs. His short hair did little to keep his ears warm, so he pulled the hood over his head, before clenching his jaw and tugging it off. Today he was going to town as Frederick, not as Leviticus Cortezial. He could feel the stares prickling the hair on his neck, and he closed his eyes, breathing slowly to calm his nerves. \n\n\"Freddy boy! Where are you going?\" The man slurred his words as he stumbled out of the tent. The smile on his face was quickly replaced by a scowl as the cold wind greeted him, and walked back inside without waiting on a response. Frederick turned and walked towards the gate. \n\n————\n\nFrederick shivered again as he approached one of the main gates. He could hear sounds of life, a cough from one of the nearby travelers, and horses fighting against their riders. But one figure stood out to him out of everything. \n\n\"Lost?\" Frederick tried to appear nice, slowly approaching the man standing with the two animals. He warmed his hands with his breath, trying to keep his feeling."
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"author": "vanitypirate",
"message": "**Keskil \"Bonefingers\" – Irongate** \nThe black dogs that shadowed Keskil were almost as large as wolves, and they were near identical, if not for Nanuq's age-earned silver mask. Their ears were on a swivel, monitoring the soundscape of this strange, new land. Boldly, Pakak, crouching low to the ground, dared to step forward to sniff the toe of Frederick's boots, intrigued by the scent of smoke and meat her keen nose detected. \n\nKeskil was a young man, still a boy in some aspects; he was short-statured and still round-faced with youth. \n\nHe spoke with a strange accent. \"Eh? Just lookin—\" It seemed he just now noticed Pakak's inquisitive sniffing. He scowled and whistled sharply; obediently, Pakak stepped back and sat beside him. \"Sorry!\" \n\nThe boy looked back to Frederick, \"Cold? No, no, don't warm them like that. The breath is too wet. This way,\" He waved his mittened hands, then, to demonstrate, balled-up his hands and stuffed them in the pits of his arms. \"Like this.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \n\nEdge of the forest in Northwind near the Ibethiel Mountains. \n\nA couple weeks had passed since they had left the city of Valleen. By now, they had finally crossed the border between Northwind and Taemar, having taken longer than expected as they did their best to avoid public pathways and forest trails. With Arin's hands, although healed, Marsila didn't want to risk running into Bandits as they were already short on food and supplies. Her nightmares continued each passing night, increasing their intensity towards Marsila's mental health and if it hadn't been for the amulet that hung heavy around her neck, she would have surely lost control of her shifting. \n\nThose who were not used to traveling through the ancient forests, untouched by mankind, would find themselves lost within minutes upon entering what Marsila could simply describe as a never ending maze of greenery. Others preferred to stick to familiar paths to avoid losing themselves rather than venturing into the unknown. Meanwhile, the shifter found no difficulty in guiding herself through the sprawling nature and shrubbery. Every unique detail stood out to the woman; from the burrows created by different mammal and reptile kinds to the many dissimilar breeds of plants and trees. There was beauty in every direction they turned towards when they reached the border, however the further they traveled into Northwind, the scenery began to change drastically. The greenery of nature began to dampen into an oak brown, unappealing to the eye while the sound of critters whom once made the forest their home were silenced and overtaken by the sound of insects. \n\n\"We should be crossing a trail soon. I'm pretty sure we've passed most of the paths used by Bandits so it should be as safe as long as we remain on the edge of the borders.\" She didn't want to risk finding civilisation by travelling deeper into Northwind, it was an unnecessary risk the shifter preferred to avoid."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin's scarred hands were the only lasting reminder of the start of their journey. They had been traveling for weeks, and Arin's coin purse no longer had the weight that it once did. The little hunting they had been able to accomplish had fed them for a while, but now Arin fed himself on wild berries he had been able to find. \n\n\"Heard there was a war going on here. Most of the bandits are probably lurking the battlefields, eager to loot the fallen.\" He said, before a sudden noise interrupted him. \n\nA small squirrel had jumped from a tree, and Arin slowed his heart rate as it scurried past. He had been on edge, for Marsila's worries were not just hers, but the threat of bandits had been weighing on his mind as well. \n\n\"We've been traveling together for a while, but I still don't know much about you.\" Arin said, breaking the silence. He didn't do well with the quiet, but that's mostly what they travelled in. There were few conversations, mostly about food or where to sleep for the night, but little else. \n\n*This is the longest time you've ever been with a woman, and this is how you spend it?* A voice in Arin's head invaded his thoughts, and he clenched his jaw to think about something else."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila Vema \nEdge of the forest in Northwind near the Ibethiel Mountains. \n\nThere was a reason behind why she preferred the silence around Arin. It was rare for her to create, let alone enjoy a casual conversation due to her only ever having one friend she felt comfortable enough conversing with. Even then, he never found out about her true nature and self. When they parted ways, she felt a sense of relief knowing he was no longer placing himself in danger simply by being around him. \n\nGrowing up since her first shift, Marsila kept herself isolated from both her parents and anyone she found to be a potential friend. Perhaps it was that reason alone why she struggled with any form of conversations that weren't brief and kept her missions to herself. Twisting her head slightly so she could gaze towards Arin, she lifted her shoulders slightly with a shrug that could have easily been missed by the movements of the horse she rode. \n\n\"I could say the same about you.\" She had been relieved with Arin's silence as they rode, but unfortunately for her she could sense he wanted to change that. Inhaling deeply, Marsila released a heavy sigh and forced herself to find words that would allow the man she travelled with to learn more about herself. Drifting her eyes back towards their front, the shifter made sure to keep herself on alert for any issues they may have to face. \"What would you like to know?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**An old scout | The Rustlands**\n\nFerhelm struggled to breath. The man who tackled him was heavy, and ferhelm was old. Every day death inched closer, and today it had finally caught up with him, it seemed. The old scout hoped that at least the young boy had made it out safely. There was no sign of him, which was itself a good sign.\n\nA leathered hand violently grabbed his head, forcing him to pay attention to the man standing in front of him.\n\"Speak to the captain,\" A voice spat. It was coarse and rough, like the soil under Ferhelm's legs. Something hot and viscous kept pouring trough his dirty hair. Was it blood?\n\nThe so-called \"Captain\" Was a tallish fellow in his early twenties, one of the youngest of the group. He had thick dark hair with a short trimmed beard, and his features were currently interrupted by a split lip and a bruise on his face.\nThere was also a weird thing about his eyes. They had a purplish tinge, like that of wine.\n\n\"Mercy.\"\n\nIt was all he could manage to say. Ferhelm was an old man, for Northwind at least. If he had made it this far in life, it wasn't thanks to bitter pride. He owed no more allegiance to the Grand Army of Athmore than they owed him bread and drinks, besides, his batallion was one of the many that John De Burgh had aquired trough skilled coercion.\nFerhelm fought for a living, he didn't live to fight, let alone die for a cause."
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, the Rustlands**\n\nMartin snorted, delicately reaching out to his face with a hand before recoiling, wincing at the pain of the developing bruise that would surely prove an annoyance over the coming days. He looked down at the old fellow, shaking his head while tutting.\n\n\"Mercy? You led us on a merry chase you, and I have no doubts in my mind that you would have had little mercy to spare for any of our lads were you to get your hands on them. But!\" He clapped his palms together, a sarcastic grin upon his recently marred face \"We are not you eh? Lucky, lucky.\"\n\nHis expression however did not match his words, his unusual eyes shooting an angered gaze down at the battered scout.\n\n\"Mercy, yes. You may get that, *May*.\" Martin jabbed a finger swiftly into the air \"But! You must *Earn* It first, so let us start. First of all, who are you? A bandit? One of De Burg's minions? For what reason were you skulking around the Rustlands eh?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**An old scout | The Rustlands**\n\n\"A scout, I'm a scout!\" Said Ferhelm. \"From Burgh's... Yes, wait, no! Well... I'm from the steelpikes company, which belongs to someone called _Agarys_ or _Ironhand_, I don't know!\"\n\nHe was breathing loudly, still in a state of shock.\n\n\"I have no idea who I'm fighting for, or who I'm fighting against! My job is simply to give the go-ahead for the army! I swear!\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, the Rustlands**\n\nMartin raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingers against the fancy scabbard hanging from his belt.\n\n\"How convenient, well for such a blissfully uninformed fellow you and your friend, who I presume would be about as informed as yourself even without knowledge of whom you are fighting againt still decided to fire upon Koern Rangers.\"\n\nHe withdrew his blade from its sheath in one swift movement, bringing it up to face him, tilting and examining the glittering steel as if admiring its make.\n\n\"Tell me, are you *Sure* You were not assassins? Sent ahead of the main force to lie in wait, hoping to bring down a Ranger-Captain at the behest of your leaders? For the arrow that was fired strayed far too close to myself for comfort.\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**An old scout | The Rustlands**\n\n\"I didn't know! I swear! How could I have known? I didn't fire the arrow! It wasn't me!\"\n\nThen the realization that he was accusing the boy hit him. And he changed his story.\n\n\"It was me.\" Said Ferhelm. The panic left his skin. \"I did it. But I didn't mean to hit. It was a... Warning shot.\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, the Rustlands**\n\nA smirk would come across Martin's face, shaking his head as if saddened by the scout's words.\n\n\"A liar then eh? Though I suppose I should give you some credit, at least you have enough honour to try to defend your friends. You take me for a blind man? I saw who fired that arrow, looked to be a very different fellow than yourself.\"\n\nHe sighed, flipping his sword about before stabbing it firmly into the ground.\n\n\"Well, one more then, where are your comrades? You must have come from somewhere, I doubt you sprung up from the earth after all, so where would that somewhere be?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**An old scout | The Rustlands**\n\n\"I want your word that no harm will come to the kid. I told him to leave, but he fired. He didn't meant to. He was scared.\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, the Rustlands**\n\nMartin paused, breathing out deeply before looking over to his rangers, after what seemed like an age he turned back to the old man.\n\n\"Very well, no harm shall come to him from myself or any of my rangers, though I can't say the same for my comrades. As for you, well, apart from trying to protect your friend I can't say that you seem to be lying, answer my question and you shall earn your mercy. So, where are your comrades camped out then?\""
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"author": "one_snek",
"message": "**An old scout | The Rustlands**\n\nFerhelm brought his fingers to his gray beard, then pinched his nose at the height of the eyes. He smirked, still pressing his carnucles.\n\n\"To the north. Where in the north, you ask? All of it. There is nothing but encampements north of here. De Burgh is on the move to crush the Terreme. Spare me, and I'll speak for you. I promise.\nYou can't fight the army, but they mean you no harm. Just let them pass, and there will be no more bloodshed.\""
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"author": "jensennaryshkin",
"message": "**Martin Koern, the Rustlands**\n\nMartin laughed heartily at the man's words, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes before finally seeing fit to respond.\n\n\"Heh, oh, that was good I shall say, my sides almost hurt more than my face.\"\n\nHe quickly adopted a more serious expression, looking deeply at the scout.\n\n\"We won't let you through, you do know that yes? The Koerns, we are fighting men. De Burgh will have to shed every last drop of our blood before he so much as steps foot near the Terreme.\"\n\nHe waved a hand flippantly before signaling for the man holding the scout down to secure him.\n\n\"I tire of this, you shall ride with us, I think Rian may be interested in what you have had to say. As for your fate past that, well, perhaps there may be something other than death in your future.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind Road\n\nHe stumbled through the snow, holding his side. It wasn't a deep cut, but pain pulsed along the thin line. Blood had begun to seep through the thin jerkin he was wearing. He stumbled, before regaining his balance. He glanced around the forest, searching for Marsila. He noticed movement to his right, and he stepped forward, watching the figures around her. \n\nShe fought well, piercing one of the men through the chest. He began to move quicker, ignoring the snapping twigs underneath his feet as he pushed towards her. He watched a man move behind her and raise his warhammer, before he began running, calling her name. It was too late as he watched the man slam the rounded head into her skull. He tripped, tumbling forward before catching himself, unstoppable as he rushed forward. \n\nHe ducked a blade whistling for his neck; but was too slow to avoid being hit by one of the men. He groaned as a dull pain erupted from his side, and fell on his side. The last thing he saw was the dirty underside of a boot before darkness blasted its way into his vision. \n\n\"I say we eat 'em now!\" A young voice pierced the emptiness that held Arin's consciousness. He could only hear their voices, but he used that knowledge. He wasn't dead yet. \n\n\"No. You saw what tha man did ta Herfort! We roastin' 'em good tonight.\" The other voice said before Arin slipped back into the darkness."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Marsila Vema\nNorthwind, the rustlands\n**\nNothing could compare against the agonising pain sprouting from the back of her head as she slowly regained consciousness. The shifter could feel a source of heat against her skin as she lay sprawled against the rustic brown soil, facing the pyre of wood that had been lit by their attackers. Marsila couldn't recall the moments that led her into this situation, having grown confused and drowsy while her brain began to heal. Her skull had already begun its process of resealing the cracks that had formed from when one of her attackers slammed a rock into the back of her head. \n\nShe remained against the ground with her eyes closed as she heard voices. They spoke of whether or not it was in their best interest to cook the two immediately as a couple wanted have some fun with the man they had captured alive. Marsila could only assume what they meant by fun. Her body stiffened as she felt a finger trace over the dried blood enveloping her hairline, the sharp ragged nail digging beneath the skin to create a thin slice. \n\n\"She's so pertty. 'an I skin her face for meh to wear 'fore we roast da bish?\" The voice sounded similar to nails scraping against a metal sheet with a raspy high pitch tone. It contrasted against the male who responded, allowing the person Marsila assumed was a woman to do as she pleased. Using the finger coated in blood, the strange woman flicked out her tongue to lick the liquid from her digit before gagging in disgust and screeched. \"IS RANCID!\"\n\nAs her head no longer felt like a hammer pounding against the inside of her skull, Marsila no longer felt the need to feign unconsciousness and snapped her eyes open to take in her surroundings. With a quick observation, she caught sight of her traveling partner bound with rope against a boulder unconscious only a few feet behind her.\n\nThere were five other men who she recalled from their prior fight surrounding the pyre, along with a woman who was gradually growing pale until she collapsed with blood spewing from her mouth. \n\n\"The fuck?! Yah was dead.\" The younger of the men cried out. Man wasn't the right word for him, she doubted he had yet to go through puberty as was yet to grow out his facial hair similar to his companions who had weaponised themselves the moment she rose to her feet. Grabbing the blade the deteriorating woman had owned, Marsila immediately threw it to the ground behind her by Arin, hoping he would eventually wake any moment.\n\nDue to the amulet that no longer surrounded her neck, Marsia's eyes began to change from a brown shade with a dark hue, brightening into a piercing blue. The vibrations returned to her body as she planted her feet in the dirt, placing herself into a defensive stance as the men began encircling her while one ran to the woman who now lay as a corpse. As one of the men advanced towards her, Marsila was able to dodge the first attacker, kneeling as his ax swung over her head. She used the momentum of his attack and slammed her body into his side, throwing him into the pyre with the flames engulfing his body. \n\nA blood curdling scream could be heard, however it wasn't from the man whose flesh was melting from the fire. It felt as if someone had grabbed onto Marsila' spine and snapped it in half, causing her chest to shoot forward with an arched back before collapsing to her hands and knees. The men stopped in their tracks, transfixed on the woman who looked as if the bones beneath her skin were moving and caught sight of the raven black hair coating her entire body as she cried out from the unbearable pain. They had never witnessed something similar to this, yet one was able to recognise the signs immediately of what was to come.\n\n\"We need to get da fuck oudda 'ere!\" Without another thought, the man turned on his heel and made a run for it whilst the others remained looking at the grotesque scene unfolding before their eyes, paralysed. What felt like hours agony to Marsila, was merely a couple of minutes as her body transformed into a large panther with onyx fur."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nA dull throb was the only sensation Arin felt. His mind was empty, not even a thought crossed the still void that encompassed his entire being. For a moment, the world stood silent. \n\nHis smell was the first thing to return. The smell of blood and smoke filled his lungs. It was only a moment before a blinding light exploded into his vision, piercing through the darkness of his mind. He groaned, opening his eyes slowly as the bright sun stabbed its way into his mind, chasing away the dark void. \n\nHe slowly blinked, his eyes adjusting to his surroundings. He felt the rough bindings holding him, struggling for a moment to sit up. His muscles ached, but he strained as hard as he could, before he heard the sickening crack of his thumb dislocating. He unbound his left hand, before untying what he could before releasing the rest of his bonds. The ground spun, and he coughed, falling to his knees as pain ran its course. He spit blood onto the dirt, before wiping his mouth and looking around. \n\nHe saw the dead bodies first. Flies buzzed around the drying blood of two of the raiders that had kidnapped the pair. Blood soaked the earth around the pair, but Arin turned to look for his companion. \n\n\"Marsila!?\" He yelled, looking around for the young woman he was traveling with. His bloodshot eyes darted around him, but he saw no sign of the beautiful woman that he had been traveling with. \n\n\"Fuck!\" He exclaimed, kicking the dirt before dropping lower to the ground, noticing a strange print on the ground. He traced the print, before glancing around. He hadn't seen this type of animal, nor heard of it even existing in Northwind. \n\n\"Gods damn it all.\" He said, glancing around."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Marsila Vema\nNorthwind**\n\nShe had no sense of her human self as she sprinted through the sparse forest with nothing but red blinding her vision. The only thoughts that processed through her mind was the scent of her prey as they ran like their lives depended on it. There were only two other men remaining intact whom she was chasing by the time Arin had awoken, having torn into the others with sharpened fangs that could cut through flesh like a burning knife to butter. Her claws emerged as she lunged towards one of the remaining men and latched onto his shoulders before throwing her entire weight onto his body. The force of her movements caused the two to tumble as her canines buried themselves into his neck. When she released the body, his decapitated head fell to the ground with widened eyes staring blankly into nothingness and his mouth opened like a gaping fish. \n\nThe deaths of the cannibalistic bandits were quick as she ripped them apart with ease, however the man who had given himself a head start managed to escape her clutches and unknown to her, had used his skills of the wilderness to cover his scent. Anger consumed Marsila as she raced back towards the makeshift campsite where she had initially shifted, finding the trail of bodies she had left in her wake to confirm their death by tearing further into their corpses. The mutilation had become so severe the bodies were unrecognizable as humans by the time she had finished. \n\nAs she emerged into the clearing, the fire could be seen reflecting from her narrowed slits as she stalked towards the bodies by the pyre that remained lit. The corpse of the man she had thrown into the fire was now a disfigured corpse whose skin resembled charcoal. The smell of burning flesh was strong enough to distract her from the injured man who remained in the campsite. That was until his movements caught her attention and the shifter slowly began stalking towards her next target.\n\nAs she neared, a glimmer of sun hitting a particular piece of jewellery caught her eye, causing her head to snap towards the neck of the woman who had poisoned herself when tasting the shifter's blood. \n\nThe angered daze that had taken control of her mental state began to retreat as she was allowed to regain control of her own thoughts. The narrowed slits widened until they filled her eyes with circular pupils as she began taking backwards steps while taking in the scenario surrounding her. She began shaking her head as if she was mentally battling with her inner thoughts while continuing backwards, forcing herself to remember what it felt like to be in her human body and its image. Similar to how she initially shifted, her body endured the suffering of her bones breaking beneath her skin and reforming to restructure itself into a human skeleton. By the end of her shift, Marsila laid bare against the floor in a fetal position with tears streaming down her cheeks, blanketed in blood from the men she killed. Due to Marsila rarely shifting and not having the tolerance for the pain it brought, her body still felt the aftermath shocks that caused her to shake uncontrollably."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin poured some of the liquid out from a canteen he had found nearby, and the clear liquid dripped into the ground. His mouth watered as he brought it up to his nose, and he quickly took a sip of the surprisingly cool water inside. He downed it quickly, before rummaging around the campsite, looking for signs of Marsila. \n\nHe heard the beast before he saw it. The low growl arising out of its chest incited a primal fear from Arin, and he quickly drew the bow he had found nearby. Its weight was unfamiliar, but he drew it back, his heart pounding in his ears as he saw the jet black beast. He counted out loud, aiming carefully as it stared him down. \n\n*3...* He counted slowly, fear forcing a shake in his arm as he drew the arrow back. \n\n*2...* He calmed his nerves, trying to convince himself this was just an ordinary beast, a stray animal wandering its way into his path. The blood dripping from its maw destroyed his pretend confidence, and the arrow dipped. \n\nThe beast turned, and Arin dropped to his knees, terror buckling his knees. He clenched his jaw, tightening the muscles around his face as he planted his palms into the dirt and he looked forward again, standing up slowly.\n\nHe watched as the beast stumbled, a strangely human cry forcing its way out of its open mouth. He stumbled backwards, attempting to distance himself from the panther. For a moment, it seemed the animal had tears in its eyes, before its back arched. Arin watched as the beast contorted, its fur retracting slowly back into its body and its form twisting and breaking itself into a human form. He was mortified, frozen in place by shock before realizing that the woman now in front of him looked familiar. His eyes grew wide, before running towards her. \n\nHe looked at her for a brief moment, before snapping back to attention. Her skin was bare, but blood and grime covered her. He couldn't even admire her beauty, but he forced himself to ignore his own thoughts. \n\n\"Marsila?\" He said, before tearing off the outer layer of the shirt he was wearing. He tentatively touched her, before wiping the hair out of her face, covering her body with the shirt he had taken off. He only wore a loose wool undershirt that separated his body from the jerkin. His face burned as he glanced down at her, and he quickly looked back at her face, lifting her and holding her for a moment. \n\n\"I'm sorry. I should have.. I will not fail again.\" He said, before realizing he was hugging her close to him, and slowly let her back down. His face burned again."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Marsila Vema\nNorthwind**\n\nHer body felt as if it was being scorched from within as she endured the remaining bones popping into place. Her body trembled as he brought her closer towards him, the shocks passing through similar to electricity running through flesh. She remained in her own world with her eyes tightened shut, waiting for the pain to subside while ignoring the environment around her. She remembered little from her time as a beast and wanted to avoid looking at the destruction she had caused. Even though the people who captured them were planning on using them as a source of food, she felt guilty for the lives she had taken as they were still human. \n\nFeeling herself being lowered to the ground, Marsila's instinctively clenched her fingers around the material of his loose shirt before he had the chance to rest her against the ground. Although the pain began to subside, she could now feel the blood that coated her body, crusting as it dried onto her pale skin along with the iron taste in her mouth from the flesh she devoured. \n\nAs reality began to settle in, Marsila released Arin and threw herself towards the ground, holding herself up with weakened arms. Feeling her insides turn, the young woman began heaving and choking as a bloodied mixture filled with chunks of flesh began hurling from her stomach and towards the ground through her mouth. She hated what she was and she hated the way she lost control. She was fine when it came to killing someone out of self defence, but the mutilation and devouring of the bodies when it had been completely unnecessary traumatised her as the images flashed through her mind. When her stomach no longer held any contents to throw up, Marsila took heavy breaths while keeping her eyes on the bloody bile covered ground. \n\n\"Did I hurt you?\" She questioned weakly with a raspy voice before wiping her lips with the back of her hand, ignoring the fact it had been covered with dried blood.\n\nNoticing the missing weight around her neck, Marsila reached towards her sternum while keeping her other arm against the ground to stabilise her. Her fingers pressed lightly against the skin of her chest to find it bare causing an intense sense of dread to overwhelm her. It wasn't the lack of clothes that brought immediate worry for it was the missing amulet that protected her from shifting.\n\n\"It's gone.\" She panicked as her gaze lifted from the ground and began searching the area with desperation until her sight landed on the woman who wore the piece of jewellery, having taken it when they brought the two to the campsite. 'She took my amulet. I need it.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Malachi Freyjia\nNorthwind Council\n\n\"War is inevitable. It will come for our wives, our children, our crops, and our lands. It will devour everything in its path. However, if we strike first, we can finish this before it destroys everything we have built.\" Malachi stood up as he spoke, staring Rhoderick down. \n\n\"This is preposterous! Cyprien should be our only goal. We are wasting time bickering like children. Damn the rest! The Koern's are just another obstacle we could be avoiding.\" An older man stood up, looking at Malachi. \n\n\"Why are we letting this outsider give us ideas? For all we know he could be siding with Cyprien!\" The man said, before the men began bickering again. Malachi sighed, before sitting forward, staring at the men around him. \n\n\"Are you lot finished?\" Malachi yawned, before standing up and facing the group. He walked around the room slowly, staring each man down. His armor gave him a fearsome silhouette in the flickering torchlight. \n\n\"None of you stood against Tharn. None of you were on that battlefield. I would have known your face. All of you are weak, cowardly men who would rather sit behind your stone walls and your army than stand and fight for your country. And yet, you want to make bold claims and call me a traitor? Anyone who truly believes that can stand now and fight. Prove that I am the traitor you say I am. If you best me, you can say whatever you want about me!\" Malachi said, standing in the hall watching the men. They all held their tongue, watching the man speak. Malachi laughed loudly, before looking at the men.\n\n\"Of course! Not a single one of you!\" He exclaimed, before walking over to Rhoderick, taking his outstretched hand. \n\n\"I will work with you, Lord Rhoderick. We will let the army gather, make repairs and gather resources while we travel to the Koern's. When we return, We march on Cyprien.\" Malachi said, before returning to his seat.\n\nArin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\nArin held the woman for a moment as she held his shirt, a rush of emotions flooding his body before she threw herself onto the ground. He watched as she went to empty her stomach, and he quickly pulled her hair back, looking up at the sky as his stomach churned. He let go once she finished, and looked at her as she looked up at him. \n\n\"No. You didn't. You saved me.\" He said, kneeling beside her. He pulled out the leather waterskin he had picked up and offered it to Marsila, before looking over at the woman she was referring to. \n\n\"Stay still. I'll get it.\" He said, leaving her with the skin and walking over to the body. He carefully extracted the amulet from the still warm corpse, holding it for a moment before walking back to Marsila. \n\n\"Here.\" He said, kneeling back to be eye level with her. He handed her the amulet before looking around the camp. \n\n\"We need to find you some clothes. And hopefully I can find something to clean my side with. Alcohol... Something. These people have to have something we can use.\" He said, before looking back at her.\n\n\"Can you walk?\" He asked softly."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Marsila Vema\nNorthwind**\n\nMarsila felt a sense of relief when he confirmed no harm was caused towards him by her actions and insisted it had prevented his death. \n\nShe accepted the waterskin from Arin and instantly began chugging its contents, the water rinsing away the bitter copper taste that coated her mouth and throat while remaining in her place. Though her muscles ached, Marsila noticed her body had almost completed its process of healing when she no longer felt movement within her and the pain had now diminished completely. Even her shoulder lacked signs it had been shot through previously with an arrow. \n\nMarsila could feel the energy that emitted from the amulet as it was brought towards her and immediately began tying it around the back of her neck. Already, she began to feel a wave of calmness flow through her body while she took deep even breaths. \"Thankyou.\" \n\nUsing her hands to balance herself as she rose to her feet, the woman nodded in response whether she was able to walk. Her fingers clutched at the edges of the shirt Arin haf covered her with and self consciously wrapped it over her stomach and chest, thankful the length was enough to cover her lower region. \n\n\"I'll wear hers. The others were torn to shreds.\" She responded while nodding her chin in the direction of the woman Arin had taken the necklace from and with small steps, made her way towards the corpse. She felt physically drained which was evident when she dropped to her knees by the corpse's side so she could begin the process of removing its clothing. She avoided looking towards Arin out of shame as she did so."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind\n\n\"It was nothing to be thankful for. Only a favor for a friend.\" Arin said quietly, standing up to face the campsite away from the woman's body. He walked forward, carefully avoiding the corpses laying ripped apart, bloody splatters painted all around them. He bent down next to one of the men, extracting the man's sword and drawing it. The balance was almost perfect, and Arin held it out, before taking a swing with it. \n\n\"Must have been a soldier's.\" He muttered to himself, tying the scabbard's belt around his waist. He made his way deeper into the camp, searching the other bodies but not finding anything worth the extra weight. He fixed the bow onto his back before filling the small quiver with as many arrows as he could find that were not damaged in the fight. \n\n\"Marsila. You ok?\" He asked, rummaging through the supplies he had found. Nothing good enough to use to clean his wound, and his dark eyes glanced up, regretting what he had to do next. He grabbed a cloth from nearby, folding it up and looking over at Marsila. \n\n\"I need your help. I.. I can not do it myself.\" He said, walking over to the fire. He pulled out his dagger and ran water over it, cleaning it as best he could before holding it out towards Marsila. He removed his shirt and laid on his bag, placing the cloth in his mouth."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Marsila Vema\nNorthwind, The Rustlands**\n\nShe had finished clothing herself when she heard Arin call out and was now observing the naked body of the woman, taking in the blue vines that trailed across her pale skin, winding themselves like tendrils around her body. It had been a long time since Marsila had seen a victim succumb to the toxins within her blood. \n\n\"Yeah, I'm ok.\" She shouted out in response while pressing her finger into the hardened flesh. The shifter stood while remaining transfixed on the body until Arin's voice tore her attention towards him. Her gaze lowered to the blade he held towards her as he remained by the fire and could easily guess what it was that he was requesting. \n\n\"I don't think..\" She stumbled with her words as her eyes flickered towards the pyre and her companion. Marsila knew the dangers of nearing an open flame, having burnt herself many times as a child. The naked flames made her nervous, however when she lowered her sight towards his ribs, understanding what needed to be done. Forcing herself to hide the nervous features that were beginning to line her face, Marsila nelt by the fire and placed the blade as close as she could to the coal base that glowed red from the heat. Her arm remained stretched out as she leaned her body as far as her arm allowed, attempting to put as much distance between her and the flames. \n\nOnce the blade became the same shade as the coal beneath, Marsila took the steel away from the flames and with quick fluid motion, placed it on the left side of Arin's ribs where the wound bled. She didn't bother warning the man, knowing it would be best to avoid the unnecessary dread of what was to happen."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nNorthwind camp\n\nThe weather outside was cold, the ground was damp, but Arin knew the shake within his body came from neither of those things. Fear, terror, Arin hated both of those words. They represented weakness, something Arin thought he had left behind. But Arin knew that fear was beginning to control his mind. \n\nThe blade sat in the fire growing hot, and Arin's eyes widened, but he bit down onto the rough cloth and cemented himself in the cold earth, forcing his body not to leap up and dash away. He closed his eyes and forced himself to ignore the red death inching its way towards him. \n\nA guttural scream forced its way out of his chest before he could silence it, fighting its way out of his soul. His eyes rolled back, but he maintained consciousness as the glowing iron purified the wound. The smell of burning skin that was already in the air grew even stronger as Marsila forced the dagger onto the side of his ribs. For what felt like days, Arin forced himself not to run, not to fight back against the ever growing agony. Even after Marsila withdrew, Arin could feel the pain taunting him, spitting in his face, calling him the weakling that he had fought so hard to overcome. \n\nArin slowly opened his eyes after a moment, glancing up at the deep blue sky. His fingers were white from tearing into the soft grass beneath him, but the pain slowly diminished from his side. He slowly sat up and looked at Marsila with tears in his eyes, and he wiped his nose using his arm. \n\n\"Thank you.\" He said quietly, ducking his head so she wouldn't see the tears still forming."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Marsila Vema\nNorthwind**\n\nThe smell of burning flesh was nothing compared to the nausea she felt. She could hear the sound of his flesh sizzling under the scorching blade when Arin forced himself to remain quiet after his initial scream. She argued with herself mentally as she kept the blade against his ribs, waiting for the red glow of steel to darken from the black markings created by the flames. \n\nMarsila took the blade away from his side and placed it into the cold snow, the warmth of the dagger melting the snow beneath, forming a puddle. Bringing her gaze towards his face, she noticed him facing down, purposely hiding his face from her. She could understand the need to not show weakness and decided against asking if he was alright. Instead, the shifter rose to her feet and held her hand out towards him. \n\n\"We should probably leave.\" She knew it was unfair of her to request they leave as he didn't heal as she did. She couldn't imagine the pain he was suffering, she could only guess it felt similar to when she had burnt herself as a child. The pain was unimaginable yet it was only temporary for the shifter compared to the man who was doing his best to hide his agony. \"There could be others coming.\""
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